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Mothers and Daughters Ch. 01

By: Bodington



Vera Starikovich grew up in Crystal Springs, Mississippi, a small town just south of the state capital of Jackson. In July, in the year when she was still 13 years old, she realized that she was pregnant. Although very young and perhaps naive she nevertheless was savvy enough to ascertain her condition by herself. Because she had missed two periods, aware of being unduly nauseous and noticing her breasts and nipples were more sore and tender than usual; she bought a home pregnancy test which confirmed her suspicions.

Her first reaction was disgust as she had high ambitions for herself. She knew she was smart, and would do very well in high school and beyond. Unlike her female peers she loved mathematics; it was her easiest subject in school. She hated living in Crystal Springs. Her brains she felt, were her ticket out of town.

She envisioned winning some scholarships and with student loans she could get into university and perhaps become a professor of mathematics. Thereby she could enter into a sophisticated world which would be 180 degrees opposite the laid back rural tedium of life in Crystal Springs, MS.

"My brains! Shit!" thought Vera to herself, "What good were they?"

Here she was pregnant and she was not even in high school yet! Her brains did not come to her aid when she was seduced by the high school senior, who also happened to be the star quarterback of the high school team. She had foolishly acquiesced in losing her virginity to him by believing his bullshit lines that he actually loved her. Intellectually, she knew no one falls in love just by casually meeting in a public place like a café where she had gone to enjoy a milkshake. However that one Saturday afternoon in May, she lost all sense of reality and agreed to go for a ride to the countryside in a fancy convertible with Larry Grant, that senior football player she met in the café.

After that initial sexual intercourse he was no longer interested in seeing her. Vera could only think bitterly:

"How foolish of me."

Although Vera was only thirteen years old she was very mature and wise for her age. She knew in the current society and mores, her pregnancy did not have to mean the end of her starry-eyed ambitions. Her parents and part of the society in general would have no objections to an abortion but Vera could not countenance that. She was definitely pro life in thought, word and deed.

However, Vera did have problems with her other very viable option; i.e. giving birth then surrendering her baby for adoption. The pro arguments for such choice were very persuasive. Even she would concede she was too young and immature to be a proper mother to her baby. The adoptive couple would be without a doubt in a better financial position to raise her child. They would also love her child as their own and would give just as much love if not even more than she could, to the child. Yes she would have to admit her child would be better off raised by a well to do couple. Actually being a white girl giving birth to a healthy white child gave her a significant advantage to "sell" her child to a desperate couple who could not have a baby other than by adoption. She knew then that she could realistically advance her ambitions by consulting a lawyer and contracting a private adoption for substantial financial gain.

Her own character though, went counter to these empirically sensible arguments. Vera believed one must accept the consequences of one's own actions. Yes she could rail against the father of her child for seducing her, but then again she was not raped. Yes she was young and immature, but still she knew enough, of the possible consequences of engaging in unprotected sex. Yet she went ahead and indulged her passion.

Therefore she believed she had no choice but to put her own ambitions aside and to devote her energy to provide the best outcome for her baby. To this end she first approached the father of her child, Larry Grant, to apprise him of her situation. Not surprisingly, Larry reacted like a typical male stud inundated with various female claims to him:

"Oh yeah slut? How do I know you are really pregnant? Besides how do I know I'm the father? Am I just supposed to take your word for it?"

Vera patiently responded:

"Well Larry, when I give birth to a child that will be the ultimate proof that I was pregnant. No doubt subsequent blood tests will confirm you are the father of my child. I can say this much: I have had up to now only one sexual experience capable of resulting in childbirth and you were the other participant. My only question to you is what are your intentions? I swear the facts that I've revealed to you are absolutely true."

Larry Grant was no fool. He sensed that Vera was no bimbo whom he could easily bamboozle, although he remembered with chagrin that he had no trouble seducing her. Thus he responded in a more pragmatic fashion:

"Look Vera, I'm going to start my senior year at high school where I'll be the quarterback for the school football team; and I'm good. I have realistic scholarship chances for Old Miss as well as Mississippi State, LSU, Tulane Alabama and Auburn, not to mention some Florida and Texas schools, that I have applied for. Having a pregnant girlfriend will put a kibosh on such opportunities. Besides you are too young to be a mother- by the way how old are you anyway?"

"Thirteen."

Larry gasped inwardly at that response as he was cognizant of the implications of statutory rape. Thus he carefully responded:

"Right there you have it. You are definitely too young to be a mother, and I'm certainly not ready to be a father. So I have a solution."

"Oh yeah? Pray tell what is your solution?"

"Obviously abortion is the only answer. To avoid scandal I can come up with $2,500 by tomorrow plus a bus ticket to Chicago. I'll drive you to the bus station in Jackson. The $2,500 will be plenty for you to obtain an abortion from Planned Parenthood or an abortion clinic in Chicago, a stay at a decent hotel for a few days and compensate you for your inconveniences plus allow you to come back. By going away so far to Chicago, you and I will avoid the inevitable rumors in this town and no one will be the wiser."

Vera responded:

"OK that does sound like a reasonable solution, but how about $5,000? I feel my inconveniences are a little more costly."

Larry was relieved to obtain Vera's immediate consent. The extra money was no problem as his father was rather well off, being the owner of a chain of supermarkets throughout the south. Larry knew he could get that kind of money from his father in order to preserve his scholarship chances and avoid any disagreeable criminal charges should Vera turn out to be nasty. So Larry replied:

"Great that's being sensible. I'm sure you can come up with some excuse to your parents why you will be gone for a few days. I'll pick you up at 12:00 noon tomorrow, and take you to Jackson. I believe the bus leaves for Chicago at about a quarter to two."

Vera quipped:

"Wow you know the bus schedule Larry? Have you had occasion to send others away to Chicago?"

Unbeknownst to Vera, but she was actually right on target with that barb. Larry's sister, Mary who was 16, had also found herself pregnant about one month earlier and their father went ballistic at the news. He insisted Mary get an abortion; Mary was not adverse to such demand. He was most concerned about avoiding scandal so he insisted that Mary go sufficiently far away like Chicago for her abortion. However he was truly incensed with his daughter and declared that she did not deserve a convenient plane trip to Chicago. Instead she would have to endure a bus trip to contemplate her sins. Thus Larry took his sister to the Jackson bus station just a month previous and that is why he was able to so quickly come up with such a similar proposal when confronted by Vera. 

He merely responded:

"I happened to have taken my sister to the Jackson bus station a month ago for a vacation to visit some relatives we have in Chicago. I will check with the bus station to make certain of the schedule and if it has changed I will let you know. Otherwise just be ready by 12:00 tomorrow."

"I'll be ready just you make sure you have the money."

"I'll have the money."

Although Vera Starikovich was only thirteen years of age, she was able to react maturely to her situation. She harbored no ill feelings towards Larry Grant as she realized that he only acted like a typical teenage male; i.e. get into the pants of a girl and once success is achieved to move on.

She was embarrassed that she had not been strong enough to resist his obvious seduction ploys, but she was flattered by Larry's interest in her and so let herself naively believe in the idea of having fallen in love. She had been in a fog of love for approximately three days after the loss of her virginity but as he had refused all of her overtures for follow-up dates, she quickly faced reality. She was steeling herself to move on in her life, but of course her resultant pregnancy changed things.

She contacted Larry first even before an official confirmation of her pregnancy by a medical doctor. She wanted to ascertain his position so that she could plan accordingly. The reason she wanted to know how he would react to her pregnancy was because she already knew how, or at least she had a pretty good idea of how her parents would react to her pregnancy.

Vera came from a large Russian immigrant family; she had four older sisters, one younger sister and three younger brothers, so she was the absolute middle child. Two years previously one of her older sisters, Anna who was then 15, got pregnant and her parents forced her to undergo an abortion even though Anna wanted to give birth and was prepared to put her child up for adoption.

Although Vera believed herself to be stronger in character than her sister she knew that at her age she could not confront and defy her parents. After all her inner debate, she decided that she wanted to keep her child and raise it, but her strongest obstacle would be her parents.

In her mind there were three possible reactions Larry could have upon learning of her pregnancy. First of all he could have accepted his responsibilities as a father. No one would demand that he must marry her; the old fashioned shotgun wedding solution was now passé even in Mississippi. However he could agree to help provide for the child to the best of his abilities, and be there for the child. He might wish to partake in lots of custodial visits, and have a say on the rearing of the child. With such an attitude on Larry's part, Vera felt certain she would induce her parents to acquiesce in the birth of their grandchild.

The second reaction Larry could have had, was to stonewall her and deny any responsibility. This reaction would possibly be even better for her purposes. If it turned out that notwithstanding the home pregnancy test and her other indicators of pregnancy, she was against odds not pregnant; then this was a no harm no foul situation as no legal action would need to be taken on her part until pregnancy was confirmed. Of course she knew that if she was pregnant then only Larry could be the father. With modern blood tests she knew that the paternity of her child would be easily established. She was also well aware of statutory rape laws (she had looked up such information in the public library as soon as she suspected she was pregnant) and knew that this would be a significant bargaining chip in any legal action against Larry.

Vera did not wish any undue hardship to befall on Larry. However the legal jeopardy in which he found himself would be a persuasive argument for her parents to allow her to give birth. Her parents she knew were neither good nor bad but were nevertheless prone to seek comeuppance. They were considered by most to be white thrash, and being immigrants from Russia were truly outcasts to decent society in Crystal Springs. So Vera thought her father would probably love to stick it to a well respected family like the Grants. But of course to embarrass the Grants it would be necessary for her parents to allow Vera to give birth and of course this was her sole objective in this mess.

Unfortunately the third possible reaction by Larry, which was the actual case, was the most unfavorable for her desires. He acknowledged paternity but was offering the "ideal" solution and was even willing to pay for it; i.e. abortion. Her main problem was that her parents would not be her ally in such circumstance. She already could envision her father pacing on the floor of the living room and exclaiming:

'What's the matter with you girl? He is ready to send you to Chicago where you can have an abortion probably under the best medical supervision possible. He is even willing to throw some extra money at you so you can have some fun while in the big city. You'll be able to return in time to enter your first year of high school without any hindrance to your future. And I know you girl; you have high ambitions for yourself. All in all Larry is offering you the out you need to fulfill your desires.'

What was more devastating to Vera was that she could offer no cogent or rational never mind persuasive argument to counter the common sense of Larry's offer for abortion. She just felt in her bones that it was not right to acquiesce to an abortion nor was it right to give up the baby for adoption.

She was at first despondent at Larry's reaction but she latched on to the most insignificant feature of his offer; he was providing transportation for her to Chicago. Now it dawned on Vera that if she returned from Chicago with child in hand "they" (parents and others) no longer could get rid of her child. Yes "they" might argue for giving the child up for adoption but she intuitively felt that once her parents saw her child for real they would not be so ready to give up an actual grandchild.

When Larry initially offered her money she knew that he was prepared to pay more. She also knew there was a legitimate limit that he could not go beyond. She quickly calculated in her mind that he was probably willing to go at least twice his initial offer and that was probably enough for her to stay in Chicago until the baby was born. With all those thoughts in her mind she was quickly able to seal the bargain with Larry. Of course Larry was expecting her to obtain an abortion and he would have cause to grumble when she returned to Crystal Springs with a child, but that would be his problem. She would have no desire to shake him down for more money and so it would be up to him as to how much he would want to be in the child's life.

With these thoughts in mind she packed a huge suitcase that provided for about ten days of clothing. In addition to the suitcase she was traveling with a violin. Her parents immigrated to the United States in the 1960's and the only significant possession that her father brought with him was this violin. This instrument was commissioned and created for his great-great grandmother, Olga Podkopayeva, by special order of Tsar Alexander II who was enthralled by her playing of the violin at Court. This violin was a most precious family heirloom indeed, and no doubt was worth a great deal of money for its remarkable collective value. No one in the family since Olga had played the instrument until Vera came along.

Vera was not a proficient however. When she turned nine, she started taking periodic lessons in violin playing so that she was capable of playing the priceless instrument adequately. She found it soothing to calm her nerves to pick up the violin and play something. However, it was understood in the family that this violin would be made available to the person in the family who could match the ability of the original owner; i.e. Olga. Vera knew she was not that person but as she was only going to be gone from the family temporarily and since none of her sibs had the ability never mind the inclination to play this instrument, she felt it was not out of order for her to take this valuable violin along with her to Chicago. She knew that playing the violin would lift her spirits during her melancholy self imposed exile.

When Larry came to pick her up the next day, and saw her toting the violin, he was alarmed and suspicious. So he asked:

"Hey! What's with the violin? You are only going to be gone a few days why lug it along?"

"I am grateful for your $5,000 but I can easily spend it all away in Chicago, and I do want to keep some of this money. The violin gives me something to do while I am there, without spending too much money."

Larry bought the explanation and moved onto a different subject:

"What did you tell your parents?"

"My best friend, Courtney, has parents who own property right on the beach near Gulfport. Courtney spends her summer vacations there and I have a standing invitation to come join her. So I told my parents you are driving me there to spend a few days and that Courtney will arrange for me to return. Her parents do not socialize with mine so they will not check up on me. Besides I spent some time there last summer and I was intending to go there in August anyway."

"Well looks like you've got the situation under control. So let me know when you expect to be back and I'll pick you up at the bus station if you can't get another ride."

"Sure thing Lar."

In Jackson, they stopped at a bank as Vera got Larry to convert $4,500 into travelers' checks. That way Vera had only $500 in actual cash on her person. Lost on Larry was how sophisticated and mature Vera was in handling the situation. Had he contemplated the matter in this light he might have realized that Vera had no intention of getting an abortion.

When Vera boarded the crowded bus, there was only one available seat that was not accompanied by a male. So she seated herself there after obtaining the obligatory consent from her seating companion. Now Vera, unlike most of her friends and family for that matter, did not have a racist bone in her body and this became patently obvious to her companion who was a strikingly good looking African-American woman. As a result, Ruth Williams quickly warmed up to Vera and the two of them easily conversed throughout the trip.

Ruth had been to New Orleans to attend her father's funeral. She had had an estranged and a strange relationship with her father. He had left her mother before she was born. Ruth met him for the first time at her mother's funeral in Chicago ten years ago when she was fifteen years old; her mother had died prematurely of breast cancer. Her parents had never got around to divorcing and kept in touch with each other but there had never been any reconciliation. By keeping in touch he was aware of his wife's death, and was able to attend the funeral to Ruth's surprise.

It was awkward to say the least for Ruth to meet her father for the first time on such an occasion. However her mother had never bad mouthed him throughout the years so she did not distain him as she might have otherwise reacted. After the funeral, Ruth and her father established a long distance and distant relationship, since he lived in New Orleans while she lived in Chicago. They corresponded and talked on the phone occasionally. She visited him three times in New Orleans during that time until his recent death. Because she was afraid of flying she always travelled by bus and was now very familiar with the bus route.

During those ten years she learned that her father had stayed in love with his wife, but left her because he could not handle her promiscuity. Ruth did not doubt her father's allegation of her mother's promiscuity as she sure was cognizant of the variety of men her mother entertained in their home.

As a result Ruth had six half-sisters; Jasmine now 24, Kiara 22, Raven 20, Ebony 17, Sherilyn 16 and Alisha 14. Every one of her sisters had a different father but since their mother never divorced her father, all of her sisters had the same surname of Williams.


Mothers and Daughters Ch. 01



Because of the chaos of her mother's lifestyle, he decided against imposing himself in Ruth's life, even though he lived in Chicago until Ruth was ten before moving to New Orleans. However he did establish a scholarship fund for Ruth and he induced Jasmine's and Kiara's fathers to do likewise for them. Unfortunately the fathers of Raven, Ebony, Sherilyn and Alisha were not that responsible or capable for that matter. As a result of his father's monetary actions she was able to comfortably pursue a nursing degree plus a Master's degree at Loyola and now held a responsible position as a nurse anesthetist at a major Chicago hospital. Jasmine obtained a BA in Social Work from Roosevelt University and had a high profile position in the children and family services department for the State government. Kiara had gone to community college and was now a paralegal in a major Chicago law firm. Raven was working as a server in an upscale restaurant. She was not interested in academics nor was she sure what she wanted to do in her life but she was saving her money diligently for a rainy day. The three youngest sisters were in high school; Ebony was going to enter her senior year, while Sherilyn would be in her junior year and Alisha was to start her first year.

Ruth was now the actual owner of the house all of the sisters had grown up in, having inherited it her grandmother who died a year previously. Ruth's grandmother was ostensibly named the guardian of her granddaughters when Ruth's mother died. However since that woman was inflicted with Parkinson's disease, in reality Ruth was the prime de facto mother to her younger sisters. Jasmine and Kiara had their own residences by now and Raven was planning to move out in a few months as well. While Ruth was away for her father's funeral, Jasmine was looking after the younger sisters.

With respect to Alisha, Ruth remarked:

"Alisha is the white sheep in our family."

"White sheep?"

"Well yes; just like you white folks label the embarrassment in your relations as the black sheep of the family then obviously for us black folks our embarrassment is the white sheep."

Vera laughed and asked:

"OK! Pray tell what has Alisha done to deserve such condemnation?"

"Lordie girl you sure have a way with words. Good thing I'm educated so I can forget my natural ghetto talk and keep up with you."

"Now you are making fun of me."

"No I'm not. I can see that you are very young probably as young as my sister Alisha. Yet you hold your own in conversation with me; and I am an old lady of twenty-five."

Vera snorted:

"I think twenty-five is not considered old. And for your information I will be fourteen in October so I guess I am younger than Alisha but we would be in the same grade in school. So tell me: why is she the 'white sheep' in your family?"

" Alisha is pregnant. She will give birth to a boy in November. All of us are flummoxed since she is the youngest but will be the first to give birth. The birth will cause an upheaval in our household to accommodate her and the baby and still allow her to go to school."

Vera paled at this revelation considering her own situation. She rushed to the bus's lavatory at the back to heave. When she returned Ruth exclaimed:

"My God girl you're pregnant too, aren't you?"

"Yes I'm pretty sure I am, although I haven't seen a doctor yet to confirm it officially. I've missed two periods and have taken a home pregnancy test which indicated that I am pregnant. I have been throwing up frequently. My boobs are aching constantly and the skin around my nipples has changed to a darker brown color."

Ruth replied:

"Yah girl, that sure sounds like you're pregnant all right. So how do you feel about it?"

"I am ashamed of myself. Only losers become pregnant at my age. I ought to have known better. I thought I was smart but it turns out I am just a dumb bimbo after all. Larry, 'the father', (Vera made the quotation sign as she was saying this) spotted me for the first time having a milkshake one May Saturday afternoon at a café. After a half hour's conversation I agreed to go for a ride with him in his beautiful convertible, and he returned me to the diner about an hour and a half later for another soda. During the interval I had surrendered my virginity. He quickly dropped me off as I believe he had to get ready for a Saturday night date."

"Gosh girl I don't believe you're stupid but of course you're very young. Sophisticated older guys do know how to seduce younger girls and I presume as a driver of a car Larry was a much older guy who knew how to take advantage of you."

"Larry is going into his senior high school year and he is apparently the star quarterback on the school's football team. I was foolish enough to believe he cared for me and I tried contacting him for a few days afterwards for a date. He ignored me so I quickly got the picture. But I'm not ahem 'the black sheep' or at least I'm not the only black sheep of my family. You see one of my older sisters got pregnant when she was 15 two years ago."

"What happened to her?"

"My parents made her get an abortion."

"So is that what you are going to do? Is that why you are on this bus going to Chicago?"

"Well Larry, 'the father', certainly thinks so as he gave me $5,000 and the bus ticket to go to Chicago to get an abortion."

"Why girl that's a lot of money to give just for an abortion. I bet if you are poor you probably can get an abortion for free at a Planned Parenthood clinic or at an abortion clinic."

"That may be so but Larry; 'the father' would not want news of my pregnancy to get around and besides the fact that I am only 13 makes the matter rather dicey for him even in Mississippi. Because he expects to play football at a big time University and perhaps in the NFL, he is most anxious to keep his record clean. Besides his father is one of the richest men in the state, never mind just in our small town, so that $5,000 is just a drop in the bucket."

"Well girl you sure got a head on your shoulders, to be able to turn a potential disaster into a financial benefit for yourself."

"Oh but I am not going to get an abortion. I am having this baby."

"Oh really? Why aren't you going through with the abortion as your boyfriend wants?"

"First of all Larry obviously is not my boyfriend as I did not really even have a date with him. He is just 'the father'; the sperm donor so to speak. I contacted him to give him a chance to act as a father to my child but it's clear he does not want my child. Secondly I do not believe in abortions, I think it's murder and I could not go through with it."

To that Ruth replied:

"As I am Roman Catholic myself I agree with your viewpoint, but then why are you going to Chicago?"

Vera answered:

"Considering what my parents did to my sister I know they would likewise force me to have an abortion and I'm not strong enough to stand up against them. So since I have this $5,000 it should be enough to get me a modest room to live while I am waiting for my child to be born. I might return even before birth once an abortion becomes impossible and my parents relent. In any case, once my baby is born I'm hoping my child will be suitably precious and loveable that my parents would allow me to by a mother as it would be their first grandchild."

"So your parents don't know you're pregnant?"

"That's right only Larry, 'the father', knows and of course now you, but since you are a stranger that does not count. I plan to contact my parents once I have a room in Chicago."

"Aren't you afraid they will come after you and drag you back to Mississippi and make you have the abortion after all?"

"No we are dirt poor, typical white thrash. My Dad could not possibly afford the time and money to come up to Chicago to get me. Besides I have five sisters and three brothers, all still living at home; so it's not like I am the only child they have to worry about."

"Won't you be bored just sitting around waiting for your child to be born?"

"I brought my family's violin along to entertain myself. I also grabbed one of my sister's driver's license so I can pose as her and thus I can get a job probably in a restaurant; if not a server surely as a busser."

"You're giving up on school then?"

"Well yes but just for this year. Once I am back to Crystal Springs I can start high school next year. It would be awkward for me to start high school in Chicago and quit midyear to return to Mississippi."

"When do you expect you're due?"

"The one and only time I had sex, happened on May 15; so doing the math I expect my due date to be Feb 15. I figure it will be God's sense of irony if I deliver on Feb 14, St. Valentine's Day, the day celebrating lovers. My baby sure was a product of love; ...so not! Then again I understand that this date is famous in Chicago for a gangster massacre having occurred on that day some year before or during the Great Depression. So I'm starting to think that my baby will most certainly be born on Feb. 14, next year."

Ruth laughed at Vera's self deprecating humor. It struck Ruth how mature Vera was handling her situation. Ruth did applaud Vera's decision not to have an abortion. Since her own youngest sister Alisha, in essence the same age as Vera, was in the same situation as Vera, she could not be critical of Vera's choices. This then prompted Ruth to offer:

"Look Vera you need all the money you have if you're going to give your baby the best possible chance in life. So why don't you come to live with us while awaiting the birth of your baby? You can sleep in Alisha's room. She has a bunk bed which she shared with Sherilyn until Jasmine and Kiara moved out. You can probably have the room to yourself when Raven moves out. Once Alisha delivers her baby, she is due in November, she would want that room. We live in a nice mixed upscale neighborhood, and you definitely would not be the only white person on our street, which has the romantic name of Excalibur. If you want to work in a restaurant Raven could probably get you a job at hers."

Vera was flabbergasted by Ruth's generous offer. She blurted out:

"Omigosh! You can't be serious? How can you be so generous to a complete stranger like me? You owe me no obligation."

"I take it you're inclined to accept my invitation?"

"I'd be a fool to refuse. But I still can't believe your generosity."

"I like to think of myself as a Christian woman and my helping you is indeed an obligation. I do not pretend to be devout as I sure do indulge in my share of sin. I also do not believe in all of the Church's teachings particularly in regards to birth control, but I am against abortions. So as I see it when society in general and your parents in particular would pressure you to take the easy way out, it behooves me to help you avoid an abortion or otherwise I am just a hypocrite."

"Well I am not certain that anyone would label you a hypocrite should you not have made this offer to help but I am truly grateful for your help. I confess that for all my bravado, I am nevertheless scared shitless of my decision. I will of course be willing to pay reasonable rent."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head about expenses. Jasmine and I will get all the government assistance available to you as well as to us for providing shelter for you. All I need from you is that you do your fair share of chores in our house and property."

"With eight brothers and sisters I am no stranger to household chores. You will not find me lazy."

"Good! I'm sure you will be no trouble at all for us."

The bus trip was approximately 27 hours in total duration. So Ruth and Vera got to know each other very well in their conversations. At one point as Vera fell asleep, Ruth was considering Vera's plight and she reminisced about her own first sexual experience.

She felt sorry for Vera as her first sexual encounter seemed forgettable. That she became pregnant as a result of it seemed like an inordinate penalty to pay for a youthful indiscretion. Ruth felt that Vera was now faced with lots of responsibility before she even had some real sexual fun. This made Ruth consider herself fortunate to have remained a virgin until she was eighteen.

She had been chaste not for any aversion to sex. As she was fond of saying, she truly loved cock. She loved to give a blow job and she sure love fucking. She even loved having a cock up her ass. She was constantly horny ever since she had started menstruating. She became quite adept at masturbation.

However, soon after Alisha was born, her mother started to become ill with breast cancer and could no longer function properly as a mother to her sisters never mind to herself. Her grandmother was equally next to useless since she was suffering from Parkinson's disease which eventually led to her death the previous year. So at eleven years of age she became the real mother to her six sisters.

It is not easy to raise six girls while still going to school. So it meant she had no social life whatsoever. Luckily, her sister Jasmine, who was less than one year younger than her, was able to pitch in and share some of the responsibility. Jasmine and Ruth were able to make arrangements with their schools so that one of them was at home to look after the young ones when the other one of them was in school.

Once Alisha was six and started first grade the home work load became somewhat more manageable. Ruth could actually have a social life and she finally had a date. However even though she had some occasional dates when she was seventeen they had to be of short duration because of her responsibilities at home. She even refused a Prom date since she felt it would have been irresponsible of her to stay away all night.

The real truth was that she was just too tired from her motherly duties to pursue satisfaction of her sexual needs. Even when she was on an actual date her mind was full of what chores were left undone. She could not relax sufficiently to enjoy her date and exert the effort necessary to achieve a successful sexual conclusion. Even when her date was all eager and aggressive in kissing her and feeling up her body, her sense of responsibilities prevented her from getting aroused and to do her part. As her dates sensed her lack of enthusiasm their cocks remained limp.

One day when Ruth was eighteen and still a virgin, she saw a movie starring Molly Ringwald, called 'The Pick-up Artist'. In the movie the Molly Ringwald character agreed to a ride with the male star character, and soon after just some short conversation they were fucking in the car. From that story line she hit upon the idea of becoming aggressive.

Since she was so tired all the time she knew she was blowing her chances for sex by agreeing to a date and then being too tired to carry on when the guy got around to seducing her. Instead she realized that she should push for sex right off the bat. By this time she was so eager for sex especially since both Jasmine and Kiara were no longer virgins and they would brag about their love lives to her, which of course made her more frustrated.

Now she knew obviously guys don't go around asking girls to fuck them right away because they believe women demand to have some romantic seduction before they give their body away. But guys are different; they are ready to fuck at a drop of a hat. Ruth knew instinctively that as soon as she would say 'Let's fuck' most guys would immediately reply 'Your place or mine?' before she could change her mind.

So she decided she could give up her virginity by simply asking to be fucked as soon as some guy would talk to her. After all it was not like she was saving herself for a husband. She thought she would not get married until she no longer had to look after her youngest sisters and she sure as hell did not want to remain a virgin that long.

So the next day, a Tuesday afternoon, as she was having lunch alone in a cafeteria at Loyola, she was approached by a white guy asking if he could join her. Ruth had no objection and he introduced himself. His name was Henry Jarvis, and he was a junior and majoring in political science. As he was into his routine no doubt, working his way up to asking for her phone number and suggesting a date, she interrupted him to cut to the chase. Ruth said:

"Look Henry if you were going to ask I have to tell you upfront that I just cannot date. My school work is very demanding and because my mother is dead and my grandmother is next to useless, I have to take care of my six younger sisters. So I just do not have any time to date period."

As his look of disappointment became obvious, she continued:

"However I do have two hours this afternoon from four to six when I can spare some time. I wouldn't mind going to a decent motel or hotel room or to your place if it is suitable. We just can't go to my place with my six sisters around. So what do you say?"

Henry's jaw dropped and he hemmed and hawed. So Ruth continued:

"I understand Henry that this is very short notice and you may have other plans. However this is the only time of the week I can squeeze in for some shall we say extracurricular activity. So if it is impossible for today perhaps we can schedule it next Tuesday, next week at that time."

At this point Henry found his voice and managed to reply:

"Oh today works for me and I do have use of a car. And so Ruth you are OK with some ah... extracurricular activities with me even though I am white?"

Ruth smiled at him and said:

"If you don't mind me being black I sure don't mind you being white. We are just going to be doing some extracurricular activities; not getting married and I am sure big boy you will do fine."

So arrangements were worked out and at four Henry whisked Ruth off to a nearby motel.

Although Ruth was a virgin she was not an ignorant ninny who did not know what to expect. Jasmine and Kiara had not been shy in describing to her their love lives in all its exacting details. So Ruth knew what to expect and what to do. She was just thrilled that she was at last able to get some of what Jasmine and Kiara were getting. Because she only had two hours she was determined to make the most of it.

As Henry went to the motel office to get a room and arrange for a 'wake up' call for two hours later; Ruth remained in the car. She removed her panties, bra, stockings, shoes, and unbuttoned her blouse. So when Henry returned from the motel office Ruth was ready for action.

Henry moved the car to the door of the designated room, and he got out first to open the door. Once he was opening the door Ruth darted out of the car running barefoot, and clutching her unbuttoned blouse she was quickly inside the room. Once inside she only had to shuck her blouse and skirt to become instantly naked. She placed her hands behind her head to cause her breasts to jut out even further. She started a slow 360 degree pirouette and asked:

"You like?"

Henry just mumbled:

"Oh yeah! Oh God!"

When Ruth's back was completely in front of him, she bent forward and down so her ass was sticking out to him. She wiggled her ass and then reached and spread her butt cheeks to give him a close up view of her asshole and cunt. This time when she asked if he liked he replied a very enthusiastic:

"Hell yes!"

Ruth smiled at that as she realized she had turned him on beyond what he was used to and she knew she had him under her finger. After she finished her turn she saw that he was riveted to his spot. Sweat was forming on his forehead and his mouth was wide open. Ruth thought 'He was just so cute!' She could see his bulge tenting against his pants, so she said:

"Hmm it sure looks like you are indeed happy to see me. Let's just see what you got shall we?"

And without waiting for a reply Ruth was down on her knees and undoing his pants. As she got his belt loose and lowering the zipper she was able to cause his pants to drop and puddle at his ankles. Then she lowered his drawers freeing his erect cock which struck her face. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 01



She giggled as she had a hold of her first manhood. Wrapping her hands around his cock she was able to measure him approximately as she knew the width of her hand. She felt certain he did not know what she was really doing as she seemed to be absentmindedly stroking his dong. She gasped when she estimated he was around ten inches long. To this date she had only fucked two others who were better equipped than Henry her first lover.

Ruth sported a huge smile as she started licking his cockhead. She was able to taste some pre-cum within seconds as he started to groan. And the taste was heavenly. She then kissed his cockhead before swallowing it. Once she had his magnificent cock in her mouth she was in ecstasy. She could feel her female juices oozing out of her vagina and dribbling amongst her pubic hair as she was sucking on his staff. She started bobbing her head on his cock and she could sense it was starting to throb. His male odor drove her further in her passion. She knew if she was to lose her virginity she would need him to ram his cock into her pussy but she was too far gone. Her sensations compelled her to finish him off and taste his sperm. As she was sucking him she was holding on to his buttocks so he could not get away as if he was going to, but she did not want to take any chances. Henry had placed both of his hands into her hair to sort of guide her; he was not using his hands to force her in any way.

Her blood circulating in her body seemed to be on fire as she enjoyed the continued friction of his cock sliding in her mouth against her tongue. Ruth closed her eyes so that all she could envision was stars bursting into air like fireworks. She could feel his cock quivering in her mouth and she knew it would not be long. Sure enough she was soon rewarded as his cock began spewing out his cum to hit the back of her throat and she started eagerly swallowing it.

To this date she remembered vividly the taste of Henry's cum. The smell was overpowering and the taste was pungent. Intellectually she know if she was given a glass of liquid ejaculate and not knowing that's what it was she would probably retch. However knowing that what she tasted was indeed Henry's manly juices made her revel in its taste and aroma. She could not imagine a more satisfying taste pleasure.

As she was swallowing his cum She experienced an intense orgasm, better than anything she had ever achieved when masturbating. She still could recall every sensation in her reverie as if it had happened yesterday. She was absolutely conscious of even more of her female juices continuing to ooze out of her vagina and further wetting her thick pubic hairs and thighs. She had never been so wet. She was even shivering so intense was her re-action to her first blow job.

In her euphoria she was unaware of Henry's reaction as all she knew was that she needed to be fucked or she would go crazy. It occurred to her that maybe with the blow job Henry might not be up to fucking her as she became aware his cock was starting to wilt. So she fearfully asked or actually she gasped:

"Henry I need that magnificent cock of yours in my twat. Do you think you could please get it up again?"

"Not to worry! All I need is to lick your sweet cunt. I know that every time I eat pussy my cock hardens automatically."

Ruth answered:

"Oh really? Is that all that it takes? By all means be my guest. But, but .... Oh God can you see how wet I am for you? Do you really want to slurp it up?"

He replied:

"Of course baby, sure thing! You seemed to have enjoyed the taste of my cum. Don't you think I would not get equal enjoyment in tasting you?"

At this Ruth said:

"I suppose so but enough talk. All I know is that I need you hard so you can shove that big cock in my hole. My pussy just yearns for it."

Ruth noticed that her words were already starting to perk up his cock. She quickly got on the bed on her back, as she spread her legs as wide as possible she urged him on by saying:

"Come and get it big boy. Do me."

Henry did not need a second invitation. He had got himself naked when she was blowing him and so he jumped into bed as soon she was settled. He placed his hands under her ass so that he then was able to lift her cunt directly onto his face. And he started licking and slurping her. Oh his tongue was wicked and exquisite! She lifted one leg over him resting her heel on his back. It had the effect of giving him better access to her clit.

He was now eating her out in earnest and she was thrown into a new level of ecstasy. Again she knew she had to have his cock in her pussy if she were to lose her virginity but his tongue action was not to be missed. Without her directing him, he was able to lick her at every spot that drove her nuts. Soon Ruth was screaming out her second orgasm. She was running both of her hands through his hair as she felt like her whole body was being jolted with electricity. As her screaming started to ebb, she began to come down from her edge of ultimate bliss.

Henry left her muff and scooted up so that he started kissing her. What an electrifying shock to Ruth's system! From his mouth she got a taste of herself and it drove her bonkers. The kiss continued and their passion shifted gears once more. As he continued kissing her Ruth sensed he was maneuvering his cock to enter her vagina. Soon enough she felt her labia lips involuntarily spreading to accommodate his invading cock. Ruth sighed deeply as she realized she was about to be deflowered....hallelujah!

Suddenly, he stopped as obviously he felt the resistance of her hymen, and she could see the look of puzzlement starting to form on his face as Ruth almost panicked. Momentarily she had the fear that if he started to realize she was a virgin that he may decide to stop. To force the issue she wrapped her legs around him with her heels resting on the back of his knees. With a grunt she lifted her hips to force his huge cock further into her to break through her virgin membrane.

Knowing to expect some pain she was prepared so that she was able to just grunt perfunctorily. Thus she was able to avoid letting out an agonizing cry of pain and needlessly scaring Henry. However once his cock was completely inside her she asked Henry to stop for a moment so that she could absorb the painful sensations. She also needed time to get used the feel of his monstrous cock in her. As soon as her virginal pain started to subside and pleasure sensations were overtaking she almost shouted:

"OK Henry my love just start fucking me. Don't stop now. Don't you dare stop fucking me. Keep fucking me until my pussy starts singing. I need to see stars."

And he did! His cock was plunging in and out and she was meeting every thrust. She could feel the walls of her cunt getting raw from the exertion. Each trust of his cock increased her pleasures. It was intense pleasure piled upon even more intense pleasure. To gain some relief from the intensity of the increasing pleasure sensations she was experiencing, she was raking his back with her sharp fingernails drawing some blood. Luckily Henry did not seem to mind.

Finally Ruth was completely overwhelmed and again she was compelled to scream out her new orgasm. She was so far gone that she was only dimly aware that Henry had his climax and was squirting his cum into her cunt. She of course had been joking about her cunt singing but nevertheless as he was withdrawing his cock there was a very loud sloshing sound in her vaginal canal. Henry was obviously a champion sperm producer to dump so much cum in her and so she giggled as she heard her cunt 'sing'. Ruth was definitely a happy camper.

When Ruth started coming down from her high, all she could think of was she needed some more of this. She looked at the radio clock and saw there was still some time to fuck at least one more time but she was worried if he could get it up quick enough. So she said gently:

"Oh Henry do you think if I suck your magnificent cock again you can get if up to fuck me again? I need it bad and we still have some time. Huh? Pretty please?"

But Henry wasn't listening as he was seeing all the blood on her legs and on the sheets. Horrified he asked:

"Holy shit Ruth you're bleeding like a stuck pig! Are you having your period?"

Ruth thought, 'the boy just had no clue; I was probably the only virgin he had ever had.'

So she enlightened him:

"No silly this is my first time and that is just my cherry juice. But enough talking we do not have much time left and I feel my pussy needs some more action. Just concentrate on my lips now as I try and get you hard again."

Henry looked very puzzled as he couldn't believe Ruth had been a virgin. However as soon as she got his cock into her mouth, he became hard again without too much effort on her part. And he fucked Ruth again quick,... hard,...lovely until she screamed in joy at yet another orgasm. Oh yes the loss of her virginity was certainly a happy time for her. She was smiling and giggling all the way home. Best of all now she had something to say and contribute when Jasmine and Kiara wanted to talk about their loves.

Ruth was not kidding when she indicated to Henry that those two hours on a Tuesday afternoon was the only time she really had to do some serious fucking while she was going to school at Loyola. Henry and Ruth did not waste that time though as they had subsequently some more great sessions. After while Ruth branched out and entertained some other gentlemen during those hours.

Throughout the bus trip, when they were both awake, Ruth regaled Vera with stories of her adventures and her work, whereas Vera recounted to Ruth her childhood escapades. Their conversations were so delightful that by the time they arrived in Chicago, they had become bosom friends.



Mothers and Daughters Ch. 02



As Ruth Williams and Vera Starikovich reached Chicago they were greeted by Jasmine, Ruth's oldest sister, at the bus station. After introductions were made, Jasmine had no objection to taking Vera back to the Williams home on Excalibur Street; after all Ruth was the owner and Jasmine had her own place. Vera's personality soon won Jasmine over and when Vera was introduced to the other Williams sisters she quickly won them over as well. 

Alisha and Vera became natural fast friends. Being of the same age and both pregnant inevitably cemented their particular friendship. Alisha loved sharing her room with Vera because her apprehensions of being pregnant so young were eased as she now had a roommate in exactly the same condition. Likewise Vera benefitted from Alisha's friendship as it prevented her from feeling alone in her situation. 

Vera was not homesick although she missed her family. Since her greatest desire was to move out of Crystal Springs she was going to make the most of being in Chicago for the time being. She knew when she returned to Crystal Springs with her baby it would only be for a few years. She knew that once having tasted life in Chicago she would never want to remain in Mississippi.

During the next few days Vera was satisfactorily settled in. Jasmine and Ruth arranged all the social welfare details so that Vera was able to take advantage of all government programs both federal and state that were available to her. As Ruth had predicted Vera was not much of a burden on the Williams sisters' household and Vera became as self sufficient as she possibly could have been given her age and the fact that she was living in a strange city far away from her home.

Raven, Ruth's 20 year old sister, was indeed able to obtain employment for Vera as a busser at the restaurant where she was working. Vera was a very determined female who when her mind was made up succeeded at anything she attempted. She excelled so much as a busser that the management of the restaurant promoted her to a server within a few weeks after she had started. Vera carried herself so maturely that the restaurant management had no reason to suspect that Vera was really younger than the eighteen years of age as she had told them. Vera had cleverly utilized her older sister's driver license to obtain the position but was able to have her true SS number applied for her wages so she never had tax problems. Raven did not think it was any of her business to make the restaurant aware of Vera's true age. 

With her government assistance, Larry's money and her earnings at the restaurant, Vera was at least financially capable of taking care of her expected baby. Within a few days of arrival Ruth scheduled an appointment for Vera with the obstetrician/gynecologist, Dr Elizabeth Barrett, who was also the doctor looking after Alisha. The visit to the doctor's office confirmed that Vera was pregnant and her suspected due date of Feb 15 was consistent with the doctor's examination of her.

After a week as she was well settled and her pregnancy confirmed, Vera could no longer delay contacting her family to let them know of her situation. She hoped in talking to her father that something of a positive note might emerge. Since her sister Anna had already been pregnant she knew that her parents would take a more realistic approach rather than getting hysterical at the fact that she was pregnant at such a young age. However she also knew that her father would vehemently oppose her plan of giving birth and would insist on her getting an abortion. She could only hope that since she was in Chicago her father would have no choice but to accept her plan since he was virtually powerless to do otherwise. The conversation went as badly as she could have expected:

"Hello Daddy, it's Vera, I am calling from Chicago."

"Chicago? What the hell are you doing in Chicago? Your mother told me you went to Gulfport to visit your friend Courtney."

"I am pregnant Dad. That's why I'm in Chicago."

Having already dealt with another daughter's previous pregnancy Leonid Starikovich was not shocked by this news. He fully grasped the situation and so responded:

"So that's why you're in Chicago to have an abortion. Did your boyfriend give you money, because I know I sure as hell didn't? I guess it is a smart move to go so far away. No one here in Crystal Springs will be the wiser of your ah accident." 

"Yes Dad my boyfriend did give me the money for an abortion, but I'm not going through with it. I am going to have my baby."

"What? Don't talk such rubbish Vera. You have to take this matter seriously. This foolish notion of not terminating your pregnancy is just that; plain foolishness. My God Vera you are only thirteen. You haven't even started high school. You are too young to be a mother."

At this point Vera was glad she was talking on the phone rather than face to face with him. She knew in person he would never relent, but would brow beat her to submission and quickly take her to an abortion clinic before she could change her mind. On the phone she was emboldened to stick to her guns and maintain her resolve. So she replied:

"Maybe so but abortion is murder. And I will not be a murderer."

"Your sister Anna had an abortion. So is she a murderer?"

"You forced her to have an abortion." 

"So you are calling me a murderer?"

"If the shoe fits."

"Look Vera I had enough of your lip. I want you to be sensible. The law says I must look after you until you are an adult, but the law does not require me to look after your baby. You are welcome to come home alone. If you don't get an abortion then at least give up the baby for adoption. If you show up at my doorstep with a child I will take it to the Children Protective Services, Don't doubt me on this point. You understand what I'm saying?"

"Yes Dad I understand."

Vera hung up the phone and immediately started crying. Ruth was nearby to hear the conversation at least Vera's side of it but she did not understand a word and so she had no idea what in the conversation had upset Vera.

Vera and her father spoke in Russian. Leonid, although conceding and expecting his children to become completely American, nevertheless wanted them to be aware of their Russian heritage. To this end he allowed no English to be spoken in his home, only Russian. The rule was so strict that the children spoke in Russian amongst themselves in addition to their parents. They were so used to it that they spoke Russian between themselves even when out in public.

The Starikovich children attended public schools in Crystal Springs, but Grusha, homeschooled her children in Russian grammar and literature. Thus, although Vera's predominant language of use was English; her mother tongue was Russian and she was as fluent as if she had grown up in Russia. That being the case, once Vera diminished her sobbing, Ruth surmised:

"I take it Vera that you speak another language with your father?"

Knowing that Ruth was obliquely questioning her as to the result of her conversation, Vera replied:

"Yes we only speak Russian amongst ourselves. My father told me that he wouldn't allow me back unless I got rid of my child either by abortion or by giving it up for adoption. He further went on to say that if I did show up with a child he would turn it over to the government child services. If I want to keep my child I apparently will have to be a stranger to my family. God this sucks!"

With that said Vera broke into another crying fit. Ruth wrapped her arms around Vera comforting her with soothing hugs. Ruth assured:

"There! There, Vera! It's going to be all right. If you do decide to keep your child you can stay here as long as you want. My sisters love you already as an additional sister and I know you are most welcome to stay as far as they are concerned." 

With these gentle and generous words Vera cried even more forcefully as she was overwhelmed by the kindness offered by a stranger and contrasting it with the harshness of her own father. Finally when she subsided in her sobbing, Vera replied:

"If I want to keep it? No I have already gone past the point of no return as to deciding to keep my baby. I would keep it even without your kind offer. Oh Ruth I can never repay you for your kindness. Are you sure? I have no claim to compel you to act so generously."

"Hush Vera of course I am sure. You are a sister to me just as much as my other actual sisters. Let's have no more talk about kindness. We will concentrate on planning your future, your baby and your schooling. You still want to go to school don't you?"

"Oh yes Ruth I do want to go to school as much as ever. Still though, I do want to take this coming school year off. I want to get organized and I want to realistically be able to raise my child without burdening you and your sisters unduly."

"Let's have no more talk about burdens either, Vera. That's what sisters are for; to help each other when in need. Now I do think it is a wise decision to postpone your schooling for a year. As your birthday is in October you would not be seriously much older than your class mates once you resume your education next year. Alisha will start high school since we have well prepared her, and she will be a great help to you once you start school as a new mother."

Thus Vera's residency in the Excalibur Street home became permanent. The riff with her father was established as he would not accept any calls from her and he did not allow her to talk with her mother, either. However Leonid did allow Vera to remain in touch with her sisters. So while still only thirteen in essence Vera Starikovich had become an adult with adult responsibilities.

Vera fitted right in with the Williams sisters who truly accepted and treated her as an actual sister. Alisha and Vera with their common interests and condition in life were inseparable and so Vera was about as happy as she could be given her circumstances. 

The real new excitement in Vera's life was provided by hearing about the sex life of Ruth Williams. The young matriarch of the Excalibur Street home was an exceptionally beautiful African-American woman. She was big, 6'2" tall with a solid gorgeous female body to go with her height. She had curly dark hair flowing down to her shoulders. She possessed big luscious soft lips which her male sex partners loved to have wrapped around their cocks. Ruth exuded both sexiness but also professionalism. Heads turned to her whenever she passed by.

She was a nurse anesthetist working at North Central Memorial, one of Chicago's largest hospitals. Because of her stunning good looks she was constantly being pursued by the predatory horny doctors. To the joy of these medical Lotharios, Ruth was not averse to their advances as she was prepared to fuck anyone that asked so long as the action did not interfere with her duties. Ruth was an excellent and conscientious nurse so her work came first before play. 

Fortunately there was lots of opportunity for play during her shifts at North Central Memorial to satisfy Ruth's sexual appetites. Although Ruth's burden of raising her younger sisters had eased greatly as her sisters got older, she still did not have a very active social life. Her work was very demanding, and given her domestic duties at home left her usually dog tired that she rarely went out on dates. Thus most of the sex she enjoyed usually took place at the hospital during her breaks.

A few months previous to Vera's arrival, Ruth was being fucked in a spacious linen storage closet. She was standing up but she was bent down with her upper torso resting on a table. Her skirt was pulled up and her panties were at her ankles to allow her male partner to fuck her from the rear while he was standing up as well. Although Ruth was grunting joyously to the thrusts of her lover's penis, she heard the door of the room open. 

She turned her head around to see that a nurse's aide whom she vaguely was familiar with, had entered and was staring at their action. Ruth's partner was apparently oblivious of the intrusion as he kept fucking her. As Ruth kept eye contact with the nurse's aide she broke into a huge wicked smile, winked and intensified her grunting. 

The girl reddened in embarrassment and quickly left the room. Ruth's subsequent orgasm was absolutely exquisite and energy draining. She did not immediately recover from her climax as she normally did. Thinking back on the incident Ruth realized she truly got off on being discovered in a sexually compromising position. Thus she reasoned that exhibitionism must be one of her sexual proclivities and rather than being ashamed she was determined to plan to satisfy this desire.

With such thoughts, an opportunity to indulge in this fetish came her way and she took advantage. One of the hospital's operating theaters was closed for repairs and renovations. As the repairs were undertaken by union contractors the work proceeded deliberately and slowly. Thus the room was vacant constantly for hours at a time.

One day a senior doctor, who had enjoyed Ruth's favors before, approached her to schedule a rendezvous. He had a key so that he could get into that room and suggested a time about forty-five minutes after the end of her shift which would be the earliest time he would be free for that day and when the room would be empty of workers. Ruth agreed but asked for the key as she intended getting there earlier to set up their favorite prostate examination game. The doctor knowingly smiled as he sure did enjoy playing that game and thus handed the key to Ruth.

Ruth phoned home to alert Alisha and Vera that she had an unexpected appointment at the hospital and that when she came home she would bring some pizza before she had to return to the hospital for the appointment. The Excalibur St home was close enough to the hospital for Ruth to be able to pick up the pizza for the girls. Then she would have time to rush to her room to pick up her bag of dildos for the prostrate examination game, and return to the hospital in time for the scheduled rendezvous.

Then she phoned her sisters Jasmine and Kiara to ask them to come to the hospital at the time she set so she could take them out to a spur of the moment dinner to celebrate a tremendous achievement she had at the hospital. Then as Jasmine and Kiara arrived at Ruth's station at the set time set, and as Ruth had returned from the quick trip home she replied:

"Oh shit girls! I forgot I am supposed to meet Dr Taylor in the operating room for special instructions. Look why don't you two come and sit in the spectator's gallery while I have the conference with the doctor. You can see and hear everything and if you are interested in anything you see you can ask me questions later. Just be quiet and watch and don't interrupt, OK?"

Unsuspecting of any untoward motive by Ruth, Jasmine and Kiara merely nodded in agreement. As Ruth hustled her sisters into their seats in the seating gallery of the operating room providing a clear view of the operating floor, Ruth admonished:

"OK then, I believe he will be here soon. Please be quiet and just watch so that Dr Taylor does not lose his concentration when he is with me."

Still not suspecting anything the sisters grunted their assent almost in boredom. However they soon became curious as Ruth donned a lab coat over her nurse's uniform and took objects out of a bag and spread them on the operating table. Seeing and realizing that the objects were dildos, it dawned on them that something unusual was about to transpire and so they waited quietly.

Dr Taylor soon entered. He was tall and wiry. He had thinning hair and was in his late forties. His appearance was tolerable not good looking but not ugly either. But from Ruth's perspective his best feature was a more than adequate cock and he was very skilled in its use. She had enjoyed her past sexual experiences with him. Once in the room Dr Taylor started their sexual game:

"Nurse Williams I understand you have been schooled in the latest techniques for prostrate examinations?"

"Oh yes Dr Taylor, I have been instructed to conduct such examinations which some consider as avant-garde, but seem to provide promising results. As you know every man should have a prostrate exam and so I am happy to undertake this new type of examination for you; for your health of course."

"Yes that would be nice Nurse Williams and can you tell me more?"

"Well sir as you know the standard prostrate exam consists of the patient having to lower his pants to expose his rear, and this applies to the new exam technique as well."

"Then I guess I should lower my pants as well, Nurse Williams?"

As Dr Taylor undid his pants and lowered his briefs, Ruth started rubbing his buttocks and replied:

"Oh yes Dr Taylor this part of the new exam is the same as the traditional exam. Oh I feel you have a nice firm rear. Strong to my touch. I suspect you will pass the exam with ease."

"What's next Nurse Williams?"

"Well as you know in the traditional exam the patient must face the examination couch or table and this is the same for the new exam technique as well."

Dr Taylor turned to face the operating table and asked:

"Like this?"

"Yes sir. Now in the traditional exam the patient is asked to stand with feet apart, and this also applies to the new technique exam as well."

"Like this?"

"Oh yes sir that is just fine. Now in the traditional exam the patient is asked to bend forward so his arms and/or elbows are resting on the table and once again this remains the same."

"Like this?"

"Oh yes that is just perfect. Now we have come to the point where the exams differ. As you know in the traditional exam the examining physician will don a surgical glove and insert his finger in the patient's rectum."

Dr Taylor shuddered:

"Yes I am aware of that."

"Some men find such intrusion disgusting especially if the examining physician is a male. Some find it even painful."

"Yes that is true."

"So the new exam technique suggests that rather than a finger instead a tongue can be utilized as a substitute to probe the gland."

"Yes, but would that not be off putting to most men if the examining physician is a man?" 

"Quite so Dr Taylor and that's why I have been instructed in the new exam technique."

"I have great confidence in your abilities Nurse Williams."

"Thank you sir I hope to earn your trust. Now I am parting your buttocks so that I shall have plenty of room to apply my tongue properly on your anus."

Ruth having conveniently positioned herself for her task, then started licking Dr Taylor's ass hole enthusiastically. Knowing that Jasmine and Kiara were watching Ruth was inspired to give the good doctor a thorough tongue wash. In between licks, Ruth kept up a running commentary to which Dr Taylor was compelled to respond.

"The beauty of the new exam technique is that the tongue is gentle and not harsh. Thus there is no pain."

"Oh yes very gentle and so very good!"

"The tongue is soothing and helps relax the sphincter muscles."

"Oh yes very soothing indeed!"

"The one drawback to the new exam technique is that it takes longer to complete. As the examiner I have become sweaty, so I must undress a bit. I do not want to ruin my uniform."

With this said Ruth started undressing while still continuing to lick Dr Taylor's ass hole. He replied:

"Yes the examination has caused me to be sweaty as well and I've become somewhat uncomfortable. I need to remove my clothes as well so that this exam will finish smoothly."

"Of course with your clothes off the results of your exam will be more accurate."

With very little interruption to the licking of his ass by Ruth, Dr Taylor was soon completely naked while Ruth had only her bra and thong on. To fully enjoy the fantasy of their game both tried to comport themselves as if they were engaged in an authentic and legitimate medical examination but the delicious sensations caused by her tongue compelled Dr Taylor to moan in ecstasy. Ruth how grasped his fully erect penis and started stroking it gently. She purred: "We are coming to the end of this new technique's process, but I believe it would be convenient to do a penile examination as well. It is important to maintain good health and as a professional nurse I can assure you that I am very proficient in this procedure as well." 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 02



"Oh yes Nurse Williams please proceed. I am aware of your skills and so I know I am in good hands."

"As you know in the traditional prostate exam a finger is inserted in the rectum to determine the state of the prostate gland. My tongue has been able to determine that all is fine but it is not as completely accurate as to the findings a finger would yield. Therefore as I proceed in earnest with the penile examination, I shall insert this dildo in your rectum. If during my inspection of your penis you suffer no discomfort with the object in your rectum, in fact if you even enjoy having the object in your rectum while I examine your penis then we may be certain your prostate gland is in fine shape."

"Oh yes Nurse Williams I understand the nature of this new technique and I am ready."

With that said Ruth stopped licking his ass hole, grabbed one of the dildos on the table and inserted it into Dr Taylor's rectum. The good doctor gasped at the invasion but otherwise refrained from protesting. Ruth turned him around and swallowed his cock to commence an exotic fellatio. After a few nips and sucks, on his cock, Ruth declared:

"I believe that for this inspection to yield accurate results, you will need a visual aid. Therefore I am removing my bra so that you can stare at my breasts during my exam of your penis. You are encouraged to touch them as well so as to increase your concentration. Touching, pinching and squeezing my breasts will have the added benefit that it will provide me with the impetus to perfect my penile inspection."

Ruth did undo her bra and tossed it aside. The good doctor gasped in exultation as Ruth displayed a spectacular set of jugs. At this point the pretence of an authentic medical examination was forgotten as pure lust seized control of their minds. Both began moaning and groaning passionately as Ruth was providing a vigorous blow job.

Soon Dr Taylor was ejaculating a copious amount of sperm into Ruth's mouth. Once she was sure he had expelled the last drop of cum he had to provide, she allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth. Then turning her head so that she was facing the spot where she sensed Jasmine and Kiara were watching from, Ruth opened her mouth as wide as she could to display her mouth full of cum. Then she closed her mouth and visibly ingested the sperm. She then reopened her mouth to display her now empty oral cavity to her observing sisters. Then with a huge smile she turned to Dr Taylor and reverting back to the fantasy mode purred huskily:

"Judging by the taste of your penile discharge I would say you appear to be in very good health. I can confidently state that my examination of you was a complete success."

Playing along, Dr Taylor replied:

"Well now Nurse Williams, as I am a doctor and capable of conducting reliable health check-ups on the spot and since you are already in a condition to allow for a thorough examination, I suggest we not waste the opportunity to ascertain that you are personally in good health as well."

"Oh that is so kind and thoughtful of you and I am ever so grateful. Just let me remove my thong so that you have unfettered access to my body for your purposes."

Having then removed her thong, Ruth tossed it aside and was now absolutely naked. She then asked in her sultriest voice:

"There Doctor I am ready for you. Please proceed."

"Put yourself in the same position I was in when you first applied your tongue on my anus. I will then commence my examination of you by applying my tongue on yours. Of course since you are a woman my examination will not have the same purpose. Instead I am simply looking for your reaction to my oral stimulation in order to determine if you are in good health."

"Whatever you say! You are the doctor."

However, as soon as the good doctor started to lick on her ass, Ruth found the pleasure sensation totally overwhelming. She no longer could pretend the fantasy game, but instead gave way to her normal lusts. She started literally screaming:

"Oh fuck Doctor Taylor! Oh shit! Of fuck that's good! That's so fucking good!"

"Call me Rick! My first name is Rick!"

"Oh fuck Rick! Oh fuck you're making me so hot! I can't stand it! I can't play anymore! Just shove your fucking cock in me and start fucking me! I can't wait for your cock any longer!"

Then Ruth, while the good doctor was still licking her ass, broke away scrambled onto the top of the operating table. On her hands and knees, wiggling her ass, Ruth screamed:

"Fuck me Rick. Fuck me like a dog. I'm a bitch in heat!"

The good doctor got up on the table. Hurriedly, despite now in a frantic haste, was able to mount her from the rear and successfully penetrate her vagina. He lost his cool and just drove his cock hard and deep into her, shaking her breasts violently with every thrust. Ruth kept encouraging him to even increase the tempo:

"That's it Rick! Fuck me good! Fuck that pussy! Harder! Faster! More! Don't stop. Just fuck me good!"

The two of them soon reached simultaneously what felt to their minds to be an earth shattering orgasm. Ruth literally howled. Rick Taylor actually screamed although at least his sound was manly. They kept being noisy while he was still cumming. Once his sperms spurts ceased Ruth began whimpering as she sensed the intense edge of her sexual excitement was starting to ebb. As they separated they noticed each other sweating profusely.

Dr Taylor leaving the table grabbed Ruth's lab coat as the best substitute for a towel available. Using the coat to wipe off the perspiration from his forehead, he clothed himself. Once dressed and upon leaving the room, reverting to the fantasy game he remarked:

"I believe your reactions to my stimulations suggest very good health. I am grateful for the prostate exam. I am sure I will need some more as one can never be too sure about one's health." Ruth exhaustingly sighed:

"Anytime Dr Taylor, I'm happy to be available for you. And of course I'm likewise grateful for your attention to my needs."

As soon as it was absolutely certain that Dr Taylor was no longer in the room, Jasmine and Kiara left their seats and entered the room. Ruth remained naked lying on her stomach waiting for her sexual euphoria to dissipate. Jasmine remarked:

"Well I can see why you like your job Ruth. I would imagine there must be a waiting list amongst you nurses to qualify as the new technique examiners."

Kiara added:

"That Dr Taylor sure knows how to give a great 'medical check-up'. I sure wouldn't mind one of his check-ups."

Ruth giggled along with the girls, and asked: "So girls did you like the show? Did you enjoy watching me being fucked?"

Jasmine replied:

"Oh yes I was very excited. My pussy got so wet. Especially when you showed us your mouth full of cum and then swallowed it. I believe my pussy has never been so wet before, even after I've cum from fingering myself. But tell me Ruth, you obviously knew we were watching so did you get off on that knowing we were there?"

"Of course! That's why I planned and arranged for you two to watch me after I made my appointment with Dr Taylor. There is something super exciting about knowing that someone is watching me fuck. I bet I'd make a great porn star.

After Ruth got dressed, she treated her sisters for dinner as she had promised. Then the three of them returned to the Excalibur St home to relate the happenings at the hospital to the rest of the sisters including Vera.

Besides recounting her sex life Ruth took the girls shopping and the girls were well set for baby clothes. Alisha was better equipped since she knew she was having a son. Vera had decided she did not want to know the sex of her child beforehand so she bought baby clothes for her baby that she felt would be suitable for either sex, Vera was of the opinion there was no definite male clothes vs. definite female clothes for babies under one year of age anyway.

In October Raven moved out to share an apartment with a friend. Alisha then took over that room to allow Vera to have her own bedroom; alone for the first time in her life. As the fifth daughter of a family that consisted of eventually nine children Vera always shared a bedroom with one to three sisters. So to have a room all to herself was a luxury that she sure appreciated. 

Of course once her baby was born she would again be sharing her room but it would be a different kind of sharing in that she would still have the feeling of her own privacy. After all how she set up the room would be her exclusive prerogative as her baby would be too young to complain.

Alisha duly delivered her son to the world about a week before Thanksgiving. She named him Reginald Dexter Williams; Reginald after her biological father, Dexter was the maiden name of the mother of the Williams sisters and the married name of the grandmother who had owned the Excalibur Street home before Ruth. Since her boyfriend and lover had long departed from the scene, and would not be part of Reginald's life, Alisha had no inclination to use his name in naming her son. Vera helped look after Reginald of course and thus she got some motherhood experience before she herself became a mother.

Vera was a descendant of sturdy Russian peasant stock. She grew up with her mother recounting tales of burly Russian farm women who would work at the farm the day before birthing their child and resume their farm work duties within days after giving birth. Thus it never dawned on her to take it easy because she was pregnant. Whenever she was admonished from being too energetic given her pregnant condition Vera was fond of retorting that she was merely pregnant not disabled.

Vera still did her fair share of household duties at the Excalibur St home. Being very cognizant of her need for money she did not miss any shift at the restaurant and was eager to fill in and substitute for any co-worker who could not work any particular assigned shift. As her pregnancy advanced her supervisors became concerned at the physical toll on her pregnant body. Thus after Christmas Vera was assigned to help the office manager in the bookkeeping for the restaurant, with the idea that such task would alleviate the physical demands of her server's duties.

Although Vera had not yet attended a class in high school, she had no problem in handling her new assignment at the restaurant. Unlike most of her female peers she had no aversion to mathematics and had an affinity for numbers. After a week working in the office, Vera concluded that her life's calling would be to become an accountant and so she made a mental note to herself that in planning her future education she would keep this goal in mind. She still worked as a server, but her less physically demanding bookkeeping time kept her from becoming totally fatigued by her work. 

As a result she ignored all advices to take it easy. Vera's attitude was that she was young and healthy and there was no reason that just because she was pregnant she should "slack" off. She had frequent arguments with Ruth and Raven about taking time off from the restaurant. But Vera was determined and they could not dissuade her. She even extracted a promise from Raven that she would not reveal Vera's due date in case the restaurant insisted Vera would take time off near her due date.

As it stood Vera's supervisors were wondering when to stop scheduling her for work as she became larger from her pregnancy. The supervisors though believed that Vera would sensibly indicate to them when she no longer could not work and so consequently continued to pencil her in the work rotation for the restaurant. Vera despite her very pregnant body, and her waddling instead of walking continued working. She was still a very efficient server. Her customers were so impressed that they gave her tips much more than what they would have otherwise intended.

On February 13, Vera was only scheduled for a half shift as a server having traded the shift with a co-worker. She was on duty from lunch to before the dinner crowds would start. Before she headed to the restaurant for her shift, Vera was feeling the occasional contraction. In her own young inexperienced mind, she thought she might be in the start of labor, but she felt she surely could handle the short shift of work before she needed to be truly concerned. So she reported to work.

Despite by now experiencing more severe contractions which made her visibly flinch, Vera was able to carry on her server's duties. With less than an hour before the end of her shift, upon taking an order and submitting it to the kitchen, her water broke as she was standing near the kitchen door and therefore making the frequent traffic area very slippery. Vera, not sure as to what was happening to her, started to panic and was most upset at the mess she was responsible for. She started crying and was apologizing profusely for her accident.

Raven who was also on duty upon seeing Vera knew exactly what had happened. Annoyed by Vera's insistence on working and creating this scene, Raven nevertheless knew she had to help and so took charge of the situation:

"Oh be quiet you ninny! Your water broke that's all. There is no need to panic as someone will clean it up. But you are going to have your baby now and you need to get to the hospital. I'll get the manager to OK me to take you to North Central and drop you off there. I'll call Ruth and she can take over once you get there."

So it transpired that Raven got permission to drive Vera to the hospital on the proviso she return immediately to handle the expected dinner crowd. Raven also was able to contact Ruth who was in the process of finishing her shift at the hospital for the day and apprise her of the situation. Ruth took control of Vera as soon as Raven dropped her off at the main entrance of the hospital.

Ruth got Vera admitted and processed with efficiency. Vera was duly whisked to a labor room with a minimum of delay. Dr Barrett was duly alerted and as she happened to be on call that night was able to be summoned to see Vera within one hour of Vera's admittance. When Dr Barrett examined Vera, she was totally flabbergasted:

"My God Vera, you are almost fully dilated, and you could be delivering any time now. You must have been experiencing frequent fierce contractions even before your water broke. Why didn't you call me earlier?"

"Well I was pretty sure my baby was going to be born tomorrow so I thought I could get one more shift in at the restaurant. So I felt there was no need to call you beforehand. As it was I almost made it before my water broke. I had only an hour to go in my shift."

Dr Barrett asked exasperatedly: "So what you have a crystal ball to tell you when you are going to deliver your baby? You must remember at your first visit that I advised you that an absolutely normal birth, without any complications whatsoever, can occur up to two weeks before the projected due date, and up to two weeks after such date. So why are you working so close to your due date? Come to think of it, you are only fourteen years old, why are you working at all?"

"I may be only fourteen years old, but I am obviously old enough to bear a child. And if I am old enough to give birth to a child, surely I am old enough to work."

"OK! OK! I'm not going to argue. But back to my original point; you must have felt some severe contractions before you even went to work. Did you not realize or consider that you might be in labor and that you ought to contact me?"

"Well yes I considered the possibility but then I knew my baby wasn't going to be born until tomorrow so I thought it was good odds that I could get one more shift in especially since it was only a half shift. I do need all the money I could earn."

"Again what's with your crystal ball? How did you know your baby was going to be born tomorrow? Actually as the way things stand it is probably fifty-fifty whether your baby is born after midnight i.e. tomorrow or be born before and ergo born today." 

"Well I was born in Jackson, and grew up in Crystal Springs, MS. My pregnancy caused me to change my residence to Chicago, IL. I understand that a significant crime known as the St Valentine's Day Massacre occurred on this date in Chicago sometime during the Great Depression. I have a premonition that I was led to Chicago to give birth to a child who will become famous enough to bring joy to the world and thereby remove the stain this anniversary date has on Chicago. After all St Valentine's Day is a date celebrating lovers and should not be remembered for murder." 

Ruth who was in the room to keep Vera company, and provide support and comfort for the birth, broke out laughing hysterically. She felt Vera was pulling the doctor's leg since she knew Vera was a very pragmatic girl for her age. Ruth believed that Vera just decided to enlarge the initial wry observation she first made to Ruth on the bus trip simply in order to avoid being chastised. Dr Barrett just rolled her eyes at Vera's unbelievable explanation and merely replied:

"Well in any case there was no harm done by your delay; both you and the baby seem to be doing fine. As I said you are almost fully dilated, so your baby can come at any time now. Nurse Williams I know you do not specialize in maternity but I wonder, as you are already here, if as a favor to me you would stay with Vera and watch her progress. One of our nurses scheduled tonight has called in sick and we have not yet obtained a replacement. It will relieve the pressure on the other nurses on duty here in the maternity ward if you monitor Vera and make the decision when to summon the delivery team. I may need you to assist at the delivery."

"No problem Doctor Barrett. Vera is like a sister to me and I would be with her during her labor anyways."

Vera was not serious in her explanation to Dr Barrett. Remembering what she had previously said on the bus trip, she instinctively concocted this story by building on her initial sardonic comment to Ruth. Basically she was trying to hide her embarrassment that she did not recognize her contractions as a certain beginning to her labor. Since she had helped Alisha in her labor she was mortified that she had taken an unnecessary chance when she should have known better.

Having crafted a bogus story about being concerned when her baby was to be born, Vera actually started to hope that she could last till midnight so that her baby would indeed be born on the 14th. Such musing was able to distract her mind from the labor pains she was enduring. So when midnight did arrive and she was still in the labor room, Vera became giddy in her labor satisfied that her baby was indeed going to be born on Feb 14th. She was now blissfully unmindful of the intense and agonizing labor pains shooting throughout her body.

Finally, as the birth was imminent at Ruth's direction, Vera was transported into the delivery room. Dr Barrett quickly arrived on the scene and Ruth was available given her specialty to provide a painkiller should Vera desire. However Vera did attend some Lamaze classes and she was predisposed to disdain the use of drug relief in giving birth. In any case Vera had good control over her pain so that when she was instructed to push she did so with remarkable exuberance and overwhelming power. 

As a result the baby girl easily slid through the birth canal and practically popped out of the vagina to settle into Ruth's arms. Vera happily gazed at her newly born daughter and she was struck by her first antics. The baby girl let out a perfunctory squawk as if she knew it was her duty to make an audible show to indicate she had been born alive! However there was to be no infantile howling for her! Then her head and eyes were moving about apparently inspecting her new environment to determine if it was to her liking. Vera perceived that her daughter was going to be something else. So she decided to name her Natasha, after an aunt; her mother's sister. This Natasha was apparently one of the most intriguing women in Moscow; rumored to be employed by the KGB. Grusha always spoke highly of her sister, and although Vera had never met the woman, she was proud to be related to her.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 02



When Vera returned to Excalibur Street with Natasha, the house become much livelier with the presence of the two new infant residents. It was not that the house was now in chaos, because it wasn't. Alisha and Vera both turned out to be exceptional mothers for their children. It was more that given the youthfulness of Ruth, Ebony and Sherilyn with the addition of the babies in the house made life more vibrant. Reggie and Natasha proved to be adorable as infants and became loveable as toddlers. None of the childless sisters had any aversion to helping with looking after them.

Although Vera was glad to have taken a year off school, she was anxious to continue her education. She knew that this time was necessary to properly prepare herself if she hoped to succeed as a teenage mother and still go to school without being a burden to the Williams sisters. She knew she needed help and was grateful for it, but nevertheless had pride and self-esteem enough to desire to be as self-reliant as possible. 

Ruth recognized that Vera had a very intelligent mind which would be wasted at a public school like the one Alisha was attending. As a result of her father's support she herself had attended the most prestigious private Catholic high school in Chicago known for its excellent academic standards. The Cardinal for the archdiocese of Chicago had undergone major heart surgery about two years previously and Ruth was the assisting nurse anesthetist at his operation. From that contact Ruth had become personally acquainted with this important cleric.

With such an influential contact, Ruth was able to parlay such advantage to succeed in enrolling Vera to this school. She was also able to arrange appropriate scholarships and grants so that Vera's tuition and school expenses were limited to a mere $100 per month, which amount she could easily handle from her earnings at the restaurant. 

This school was the right fit for Vera. There was a predominant focus on academic learning and Vera's mind was forcefully challenged but she was more than equal to the task. Throughout the four years of high school, Vera applied herself diligently and so was consistently ranked amongst the top three students in academic success. As a result she accumulated sufficient scholarships to the University of Chicago that her college education was virtually paid for.

Vera returned to work about a month after Natasha's birth. Because of her aptitude for the financial details of the workings of the restaurant she was primarily assigned to the office and only worked as a server for extra cash. When she started high school in the fall, she dropped her server duties but was able to work exclusively as bookkeeper and office assistant. The lighter physical work at the restaurant helped her maintain her stamina so that she could effectively study and attend school, while still managing to properly take care of her daughter as well.

By the time Vera started high school, she was able to establish a satisfactory routine that catered to all her responsibilities. Ebony having finished high school, and not interested in further education, had gone to work full time as a telemarketer at a call center. With her work schedule she was able to look after Natasha two days while Vera was at school. Likewise Raven in with her restaurant schedule was able to pitch in two other days when Vera was at school. As Sherilyn was on a special class room schedule at her school she had one full weekday off that she could babysit the kids and that way Vera had the five weekdays covered while she attended school.

When Vera worked at the restaurant she could count on one of the Williams sisters living at the Excalibur St residence to take care of Natasha. In an emergency she could even elicit help from Jasmine or Kiara or Raven to substitute. Thus during the four years Vera was in high school, she never needed to utilize a professional day care center to look after her daughter.

As a result, Natasha grew up in a loving home in a virtual extended family setting. She came to view the Williams sisters as her aunts and Reggie as a brother and the same familial feeling was completely reciprocated. 

Vera tried to pay the Williams sisters reasonable babysitting fees for their services but the sisters adamantly refused monetary compensation. They were in awe and in admiration of Vera and the way she was meeting her responsibilities. Considering how young she was, and given her stunning beauty it was amazing to them that Vera was so down to earth and that she took her obligations seriously. They especially appreciated that Vera, as a white girl from the Deep South had no issues with them being Afro-Americans and lived naturally with them as if it was no big deal.

Notwithstanding their casual, liberal if not cavalier sexual mores, all of them believed themselves to be solid Christian women adhering to sound Christian values. Thus helping Vera was simply the Christian thing to do and receiving compensation just did not seem right to them. However they recognized that Vera would be uncomfortable if she felt she was benefitting from blatant charity. So they all agreed that they would accept a nominal babysitting fee of $1.00 per hour regularly and $5.00 per hour for an emergency or unscheduled babysitting stint.

When Vera tried to protest that the fee was too low in that the standard babysitting fees charged by babysitters were at least the minimum wage if not higher. However the sisters would not hear of it. As they pointed out most of the time they would be in the Excalibur St home anyway even those who didn't live there anymore. Thus it was no big deal to keep an eye on Natasha. Besides $1.00 per hour mounted up to effective mad money which would do them nicely.

Since the Williams sisters expected so little money from Vera for looking after Natasha when she couldn't, Vera easily made ends meet. She was even able to spend monies on some things which she would consider frivolous or otherwise unessential. The top example: - as soon as Natasha was able to talk she pestered Vera to satisfy her desire to play the violin like Mommy. Vera thus purchased a child's size violin and even engaged an appropriate music teacher to give lessons. That turned out to be a very wise investment as Natasha was so intent and content on mastering the violin that she did not demand to own other toys or dolls.

With respect to an active sex life, Vera knew she definitely did not want another child at this time. Another child would certainly end any realistic chance for her to attain her lofty goals of making something of herself. She desperately wanted to avoid the drudgery of poverty that surely would follow should she have another child before completing her education. So when Natasha stopped breast feeding, upon Ruth's advice she saw Dr Barrett and was fitted with an Intrauterine Device (IUD).

Although now equipped with an effective method birth control protection that did not necessarily mean that Vera was going to automatically be indulging in any sex. Just as Ruth had intimated during their bus trip to Chicago, Vera learned that child rearing is not an easy undertaking even under the best of circumstances. Coupled with her school attendance and studies along with her work at the restaurant she was constantly fatigued and physically exhausted. 

She did however occasionally venture out on a date. Her stunning good looks ensured that she would attract male attention. Usually the reason she accepted a date was due to her lack of energy to refuse those persistent males who would not give up easily. Unfortunately on every date she was zapped of energy and her mind was preoccupied by her usual everyday constant concerns. Thus she could not concentrate on her date and had a hard time staying awake. On some occasions, especially if the date was a movie, she actually did fall asleep and began snoring loudly to the chagrin of her date at the time. She was totally pathetic on dates so that never mind no sex, she did not even receive a goodnight kiss when her disgruntled dates returned her to the Excalibur St house. 

Ruth in her exhibitionist craving occasionally allowed an older sister to watch her having sex in her own bedroom. When Ebony, Kerilyn, Alisha and Vera turned eighteen she also allowed them to watch as well. Ruth's closet was not closed in by a door but rather was covered by a sliding curtain. Thus when Vera was in the closet she could easily part some of the curtain to surreptitiously peer out undetected and have a good view of the action on Ruth's bed. When Ruth brought home a date to fuck, she would signal beforehand so that a sister or Vera could quietly sneak into the bedroom and then to the closet before she and her date would get there.

After Vera turned eighteen and first saw Ruth have sex she was definitely excited by the view. However after seeing her perform four times, the novelty of seeing the sexual activity had worn off. The action was always titillating enough that it kept Vera excited, but it was becoming predictable of what she was going to see. One night when Vera was in Ruth's closet for the fifth time, Ruth and her then date delayed in getting into the bedroom. 

As a result Vera succumbed to her constant fatigue and exhaustion and fell asleep waiting for them to appear. In the middle of their subsequent fucking, Vera started snoring which was clearly audible to Ruth's date. His cock immediately wilted and slipped out of Ruth's cunt. Most annoyed the date sprang from the bed, went to the closed, parting the curtain to expose the sleeping Vera. He bellowed at Vera:

"What the fuck? Why are you spying on us, bitch?"

Vera woke up startled but still had the presence of mind to reply:

"Oh I'm so sorry. I am very tired and I must have fallen asleep as I was searching for my favorite earring which I seem to have lost or misplaced. Please excuse me."

Vera scrambled to her feet and fled out of the room. Ruth's date having lost his erection and all his enthusiasm for sex got dressed and left the house in a huff, despite Ruth's pleas to remain and finish the coitus. Once he was gone Ruth donned her robe and sought out Vera. Ruth was naturally disappointed by the coitus interruptus, but she was nevertheless amused by the incident. So when she met Vera in her room, in mock horror she proclaimed:

"My God Vera I'm mortified to learn that my sexual performance has deteriorated to such a low level that it drives an observer to sleep."

Sensing Ruth was just teasing, Vera replied in kind:

"I fell asleep before you entered the bedroom so you need not despair at your sexual prowess. However I must declare that observing sex lacks the appeal of actually doing it."

"Well you are still very young and you have lots of sexual adventures ahead of you I am sure. Vera you are extremely beautiful even now, but you will grow even more attractive as you mature. When you get to college you will need a big stick to ward off all the guys that will be after your body."

"That's small comfort for me now. Then again I admit so far I have been too pooped to even think about fucking never mind actually fucking when the opportunity to fuck might have been there."

"When you are able to fuck I trust having watched my performances will be an inspiration. For myself I get very excited knowing someone is watching me, but it sure was a bummer to know that you fell asleep on me this time." 

"Oh Ruth I solemnly promise that I will be wide awake when I next watch you take a cock in your mouth, and/or in your pussy and/or up your ass; whichever suits your fancy."

"Oh all that suits my fancy."

During those teenage years at the Excalibur Street house, Vera's other source of vicarious sexual satisfaction occurred on the monthly formal dinners. On the last Sunday of each month all the Williams sisters including those who no longer resided at the Excalibur Street house, gathered there for a sit down formal dinner. It was strictly a sisters affair no boyfriends or any other companions were allowed. The only non sister to attend and eat was Vera. Since she was accepted as a sister on all other times it was natural to include Vera in on these dinners. 

The dinners were truly enjoyable occasions. Each sister including Vera took part in preparing the meal and cleaning up afterwards. The meals were very sumptuous and put everyone into a good mood. After dinner but while remaining seated at the dining table, each sister including Vera was called upon to recount their most satisfactory sexual experience since the previous dinner. There was a prize (purchased from monies equally contributed for the purpose) awarded to the sister adjudged to have the best story. The prize was always of a sexual nature such as sexy lingerie or a sex toy or even some sexy perfume.

Vera had no actual sexual experience to recount at these dinners, but in lieu she was encouraged to and urged to reveal the circumstances of her masturbations. Actually such substitutions had to occasionally be utilized by the sisters should the previous month happen to have been devoid of sexual activity. In fact one time when Vera was eighteen Jasmine had played out a masturbation fantasy with her boyfriend. As Jasmine recounted:

"About three weeks ago during a Saturday night dinner date with Ron (Jasmine's then squeeze), he confessed to me that one of the things he had always fantasized about was to watch a girl masturbate. He asked me if I was willing to assist him in satisfying such a desire. I replied sure but I wanted to postpone it for one week so I could properly prepare for a good show.

So the next Saturday, after another wonderful dinner date we arrived at my place. We went to my bedroom which was fully stocked with scented and unscented candles to provide adequate but sensuous lighting. I got Ron completely naked and had him sit in a comfortable chair which was positioned facing the foot of my bed. I then tied him to the chair and handcuffed his hands behind his back. I told him if he was going to cum it would be as a result of what he saw unaided by his hand. He had no problems on that score.

I turned off the lights in my room as I had lighted every candle. I turned on my CD player which was programmed to play some truly sexy erotic music. With the atmosphere established I sat on the edge of the bed to remove my shoes. I placed each shoe in turn to my nose to thoroughly sniff at the accumulated sweaty odor. I also placed the shoes to Ron's nose to give him a whiff as well. He seemed to have appreciated the earthy gesture.

I then got onto the bed and was standing on the mattress. I removed the straps of my dress from my shoulders and shimmied my dress down my body to let it drop to my ankles. I stepped out of it and deftly catching my dress on my foot tossed it off the bed. Still standing but now swaying to the music I undid my bra and flung it aside. I unhooked my stockings from my garter belt and flung the garter belt aside as well while retaining my stockings. Finally I removed my panties and was now totally naked except for my stockings.

I then got on my hands and knees on the bed and crawled around so that my ass was sticking as close to Ron's face and nose as possible. I took the opportunity to wiggle my ass in sync with the music of course. I then grabbed the ten beads anal bead toy; I had previously selected and made available for me on the bed. I started inserting the beads one by one into my ass slowly and tantalizingly. Let me tell you girls the feel of those beads in my rectum is sure something else!

The anal beads had a ring end which allowed me to slip a finger into it to control the beads. That way I could move the beads up and down my ass and the friction of such movement was heavenly. I was moaning from the stimulation. In deriving the best satisfaction from the anal beads I grabbed the beaded glass dildo that I had set out in advance and started sucking on it. With the glass dildo in my mouth I was visualizing me sucking a real honest to goodness cock.

When asked later I confessed to Ron that it was his cock I was imagining. Of course I had sense enough not to admit that in reality I was thinking of Tyrone's cock. Tyrone sure had the best cock I have so far encountered; too bad he was the biggest jerk I've ever dated. Anyways, I kept this up for some time but then I became primed for some action in my pussy.

So I pulled out the anal beads and started sucking on them. I grabbed a pillow and I placed it on the edge of the bed. I sat on the pillow and then falling back I lifted my legs to rest my heels on Ron's shoulders. This gave him a direct close-up view of my cunt. I got the class dildo into my vagina and was stroking it furiously. This time I was actually imagining Ron fucking me. With my other hand I was fingering my clit as hard as I could tolerate. When I got to my climax I spit out the anal beads and screamed. It was a wonderful masturbation!

As I calmed down and removed my legs from his shoulder I noticed Ron's cock was dripping with his semen. I crouched over him and slurped up his tasty cum. Once I got his cock clean with my mouth, I noticed he still had a workable erection. Waste not want not is my motto. So while he was still tied to the chair and handcuffed, I hopped onto his lap and impaled myself on his rod. I rode him to the satisfaction to yet another glorious orgasm within scant moments of the previous one."

That story won the dinner prize for Jasmine. 



Mothers and Daughters Ch. 03



While Vera was in high school, Pamela Rose was the latest new young singer to burst onto the show business scene. Considering her age, she was immediately dubbed as America's sweetheart du jour. Pamela had recorded and released her first hit single at the age of twelve; a simple ditty but totally enjoyable to listen to. The song was appealable to all ages, and it turned her into an instant celebrity.

Her musical style developed into eclectic and varied modes. She was a pleasure to hear whether she was singing country & western, folk, acid rock, classical rock, jazz or blues. She was totally proficient at any of those styles of music so that she could not be pinpointed into a particular category. As a result she was simply designated as a pop singer. Her voice was compelling and no matter what kind of music she sang, she sounded as if that was the only kind of music in her repertoire. She thus attracted a variety of fans, and not exclusively confined to any age group either. This provided her more broad appeal than most of her peers in the entertainment industry. Since all of her fans liked something she sang they just did not pay attention to her renditions of the music they did not enjoy.

Pamela Rose started touring when she was only thirteen, and every concert was sold out. At fifteen she had her own entertainment show on TV which was a huge ratings success despite being virtually the only show of its kind on the air. She took some acting lessons when she was seventeen and starred in her first movie. She was an adequate enough actress so her movie was a smash box office hit and a runaway best seller in DVDs sales and rentals; and kept even selling up to twenty years later. By the time Pamela turned eighteen she was among the top five wealthiest females in show business.

Her career was shrewdly managed by her mother Hannah Rose. Hannah had had her own show business ambitions but it was obvious to even herself that she possessed no artistic talents. She knew therefore, that if she wanted a career in the entertainment industry it would be as an agent. As soon as Hannah finished high school, she left home and obtained employment with a well respected talent agency in southern California. Hired as a clerk and secretary with menial tasks and chores, Hannah paid keen attention to her work environment and progressed quickly to more responsible positions. Consequently she was gaining knowledge and experience in show business. 

However her initial show business career came to a halt after just a few years when she met an unbelievably handsome doctor. She quit the agency, married the doctor and gave birth to Pamela.

Hannah never lost her show business ambitions though, and as she delivered Pamela into the world she instinctively believed that her daughter would become a mega star with her help and direction. Even as she put Pamela for the first time to her breast she was already formulating her plans for her infant daughter. Hannah's husband, Peter, might have been an obstacle to Hannah's plans for Pamela's upbringing as he favored a truly normal childhood for their daughter. However, he died in a car accident before Pamela's second birthday so that Hannah had an unfettered control of her daughter's life.

Relying on her experience at the talent agency Hannah set a determined goal of transforming Pamela into an entertainment celebrity. Hannah entered her daughter in beauty pageants as early as six years old. Pamela was an incredibly beautiful child. The other mothers groaned and despaired when they saw Pamela Rose! They knew their own daughters had no chance. 

Sure enough Pamela won every beauty pageant she entered. The beauty pageants paved the way for television commercials as Pamela was absolutely photogenic. By the time Pamela was eight she was earning more money than a vast majority of adults. Hannah had Pamela take music lessons including flute, guitar and voice. Pamela took ballet and tap dancing lessons as well on the behest of her overbearing mother. Hannah home schooled her daughter in addition to hiring tutors so that normal school attendance would not interfere with what Hannah deemed her daughter's destiny.

Pamela proved to be a very malleable child who gave Hannah no problem to the latter's schemes and dreams for her. Under her mother's influence, Pamela developed a similar intense and focused desire to succeed in show business. Obviously had Pamela not possessed any innate artistic talent, all her mother's efforts would have been in vain; but Pamela did indeed possess awesome natural raw talent. Pamela's childhood voice was very powerful but angelic and sweet sounding. As she got older her voice matured to sexy and sultry in delivery which was absolutely spell-bounding to her listeners. She had an inbred flair for dancing and as a result of her ballet and tap dancing lessons she became quite adept at producing spectacular dance routines in her performances. Her fans of her television show and those who attended her concerts were never disappointed, but instead were fully satisfied by her entertainment.

Pamela's absolutely luscious beauty cemented her appeal and garnered the adulation amongst her fans. Anyone whether female or male could not help but smile when looking at her; so infectious was her demeanor and visage. Hannah's forte as her daughter's agent and manager was to establish and foster a totally wholesome and innocent personality package of Pamela to the public. Her television show was cleverly crafted to reinforce such an image. As a result of her mother's machinations, adults old enough to be Pamela's parents had the impression that she was the ideal daughter and held her up as a role model to their own children.

This naturally meant that no parent protested one's child either attending a Pamela Rose concert or forbidding purchase of her music. Male fans of Pamela routinely had wet dreams about her, whereas female fans emulated Pamela in every way possible. This in turn paved the way for a lucrative official Pamela Rose clothing and jewelry retail business. Hannah could take great pride in herself for her part in creating the fame and fortune of her daughter.

Pamela had a sharp mind but as her mother was so domineering she tended to disguise how smart she truly was. Every time she would defy her mother a terrific row would ensue so Pamela learned to pick her battles carefully, as a result she had no reason to rebel against her mother's tight control and was content with her fame. She was never concerned that she was deprived of a normal childhood.

However after her television show started and she was sixteen, Pamela lost her virginity as she discovered sex and found that she loved it! Actually Pamela had the soul of a slut and a whore; about 180 degrees opposite to her public persona. Her mother soon caught her with one of her band members in a sexual situation. Horrified Hannah dismissed the man and laid down the law to her daughter.

Mother and daughter had a heated war of words. Hannah pointed out to Pamela that her public persona was virginal. Everyone believed her to be a chaste young woman. If the public were to come to believe differently, then her career would be instantly over. Hannah pointed out to her daughter that there were lots of other talented young girls eager to replace Pamela Rose.

As a result of this exchange Pamela acquiesced to, and conceded her mother's wisdom in this matter. She agreed to strive not to have sex until she was older when her fans could tolerate her being sexual. Until then she would give no cause for her fans to believe she was a slattern; Pamela promised her mother that she would be circumspect. And Pamela was good to her word; if she did have any sex when she was sixteen or seventeen, no one knew about it. However, for insurance against an "accident", Hannah saw to it that Pamela was fitted for an IUD.

Hannah had arranged high profile dates for Pamela with well known celebrities to tantalize the fans. Under Hannah's instructions Pamela refused to fuck her dates and they griped to entertainment reporters about how Pamela was an ice maiden. Such reports enhanced Pamela's public virginal image. 

Hannah was pleased with her daughter's obedience in the matter. As she had personally manufactured Pamela's public image she had bought into it herself. But Hannah now realized considering her own character she should have suspected that Pamela might become a sexual animal once she had matured.

Hannah recalled that she had every intention as a young girl to be a show business celebrity. However, after about five years of working at the talent agency, Hannah met Dr Peter Rose. There was instant chemistry between them and they were fucking within a couple of hours of the initial meeting. As the good doctor had an additional day off he drove Hannah to Las Vegas that next day and they were married. Hannah quit her job instantly, so as not to lessen the available time for copulating. Their non-stop sex life was only interrupted by the times the good doctor was on duty. Pamela was born within nine months of their knowing (in the Biblical sense) each other.

After Pamela's entrance to the world the good doctor revealed to his wife that he was a swinger and had her join in some wife swapping orgies. Hannah took to the swinging lifestyle like a duck to water. During the short time that they were married Hannah experienced the most intense fantastic sex beyond anything she had imagined. After her husband's death, Hannah devoted all her energy to taking care of Pamela and fostering her career. 

Of course Hannah still had sexual desires and to this end she kept in touch with the swingers community. That way she was able to participate in an occasional private orgy. About the time Pamela reached her sixteenth birthday, Hannah found an ideal solution for her sexual needs and cravings. She became a charter member of a newly formed sex club known as the Texas Love Ranch (TLR) located near Dallas. The club conducted orgies every weekend with around 50 members, equally divided by sex, participating. 

Membership grew so quickly that members could not participate more frequently than every twelve weeks to ensure every member had equal opportunity to attend the orgies. At first a member could be called in to fill in when another scheduled member could not attend a particular orgy. The demand for membership became so high that the club provided stand-by memberships who attended the orgies as substitutes when a regular member could not attend. 

The club eventually offered special mid week orgies by request. In any case, having sex once every three months was a tonic for Hannah. It provided a well deserved respite/vacation from the hectic and demanding schedule of managing Pamela's career. Now the club preserved confidentially which was essential considering that some of the members were very well known public figures. Thus the club protected membership information. However each member could instruct the club to reveal his/her info to any other member so designated.

Hannah realized given her sexual proclivities and for that matter of her late husband as well, she should have been alert to the possibility of her daughter becoming a slut and a whore. Thus she was pleased that Pamela seemingly complied with the strictures she laid down during those two years to preserve Pamela's public image. However she knew that Pamela's libido would soon explode if she was kept under a too tight a leash. 

Hannah was so pleased with Pamela's seemingly chaste conduct that she decided to reward her daughter with a special gift for her eighteenth birthday; namely an appearance at a TLR orgy. This would have the effect of killing two birds with one stone. She knew Pamela would enjoy the experiences so much that she could keep her libido in better check. In addition the confidentially of the club would ensure that Pamela's whorish tendencies would remain unknown to the public at large.

Hannah decided on being coy upon revealing her gift so as to engineer a wondrous surprise. Pamela's actual birth date occurred on the Wednesday before the contracted weekend at the TLR. At her birthday party held at their southern California mansion Pamela, noting the lack of a gift from her mother, grumbled:

"Hey Mom what gives? I pay you enough that you could fork over some cash and get me a gift to mark the occasion. I suppose since I have everything I desire; it is hard to shop for me. But still you could have gotten me something besides this cute card."

Hannah ignoring the aspersion that she was beholden to her daughter for her own livelihood, cryptically replied: "Oh you need not fret honey. I do indeed have a surprise gift for you." 

"Really? Oh goody! Where is it? Let me have it."

"Patience Pamela. The gift happens on Saturday. You see you have been working so hard that I have scheduled you to go to a retreat to rest up and recharge your batteries."

"Retreat? A religious retreat? For me? You got to be kidding."

"Not religious. Definitely not religious. But you could say you will be contemplating your soul and inner self since you will be naked."

"Naked!? Oh my God you are sending me to a southern California Hippie cult commune gathering."

"No! Oh no! Don't you fret your pretty little head. This retreat takes place at a ranch outside of Dallas. I have chartered a plane for you to arrive Saturday around noon and return the next afternoon. You will land in an out of way area at the Dallas airport where a limousine will be waiting for you to whisk you away so you should be free of the paparazzi. The ride is approximately an hour long so bring a book or you can just sleep. 

When you get there you will have to register. I'll have all forms you need already filled out; so that all you have to do is sign your name. They will direct you to the locker room for you to undress. Once you are naked you join the retreat and you will leave the retreat Sunday about three in the afternoon to return. Any questions?" 

"Well Mom you've never steered me wrong. I just hope I won't be bored."

Hannah chuckled:

"Oh I am pretty sure you will enjoy yourself and I can guarantee that you won't be bored." 

So Pamela agreed to accept Hannah's gift. She had just completed a rigorous three month concert tour so she was justifiably dog-tired. She recognized the benefits of going to a spiritual or non-spiritual retreat to relax and recharge her batteries. Although to her mind the thought of being naked was a little weird but given all the avant-garde theories floating around of improving one's health and lifestyle, Pamela was not too surprised by such aspect to this peculiar "retreat". At least since it was June and the "retreat" was scheduled to take place in Texas, Pamela did not have to fear of becoming cold as a result of nakedness. 

So her preconceived expectation was that she would be in a company of a bunch of females chanting some quasi religious mantras, practicing various yoga poses and doing lots of sunbathing. Pamela mused that at least she would get a whole body tan if nothing else. She did not expect any real pleasure but she still was under her mother's influence primarily so she resolved to make the best of it.

Accordingly Pamela arrived at the Texas Love Ranch around one o'clock in the afternoon that Saturday noticing three buildings with an outdoor swimming pool separating the first two bigger buildings. After registering, she was directed to the locker room area at the basement of the building to undress. She was shown the door that she would enter to proceed to the activities once she was naked. When Pamela was completely naked except for two stud ear pieces in her ear she entered the designated room. Her mouth dropped wide open at the sight greeting her.

To Pamela's left was a brown leather sofa with a woman on it sprawled on her side with her head lying on an end arm-rest. There was a man standing close to her head in a position where she could easily perform fellatio on him. There was another man also on his side behind the woman, and he was fucking her as she had her leg raised high enough to provide easy access to her cunt. Pamela could hear happy grunts from all three of them evidencing those participants' ultimate bliss and ecstasy they were experiencing. 

To Pamela's right was another leather sofa only black in color. This sofa contained two couples with each man in a sitting position. On the right side of the couch the man's female partner was on his lap and riding his cock with remarkable enthusiasm. On the left side the woman was inverted in a '69' position upon her male partner's sitting body. The man was holding her hips, positioning her cunt to his lips so he could eat her out. The woman had a palm placed flat down on the sofa to brace herself and her other hand was stroking his shaft as she sucked on and licked his cockhead. Her hair spilled over to hide his cock. Her knees were resting on the top edge with her calves thus dangling out beyond the sofa. Quite a breath-taking view!

Straight ahead of Pamela was a fairly large round oak table. A custom built round bed mattress was on the table and the same was covered by a custom fitted bed sheet. On the table was a man lying flat on his back. A woman facing the body straddled the man's head with her cunt positioned on his face so that he could eat her out. Another woman facing the first woman was straddling his trunk as she impaled herself on his cock and was riding him. The women each bent forward towards each other, so they could embrace and kiss each other. 

As the shock of witnessing this erotic scene waned, Pamela broke into a huge grin. She could sense her vagina moistening and feel some of her manufactured juices escaping her vagina and slithering down her shaved pubic area and on to her thighs.

The first major thought that occurred to Pamela was that she was in her element. She knew she liked sex more than most of her peers but this scene brought home to her how voracious her sexual appetites really were. She suspected that most females, even the liberal ones, would find this scene appalling and disgusting. She on the other hand found herself exhilarated, excited and fascinated by what she was seeing, and her immediate desire was to join in.

Sensing the apparent joy all the participants seem to be experiencing, Pamela discerned that these were her kind of people. She marveled that there was this outlet for her kind of people to indulge in their fantasies. Previously Pamela had a dread that she was abnormal in her wantonness. This discovery that there were other likeminded persons gave her a sense of belonging to a special community. She gave herself a silent prayer of thanksgiving to her mother for providing this unique much appreciated gift. Pamela did not take the next step in her mind of acknowledging that perhaps her mother was also her kind of people.

Pamela remained standing to see the love making participants arrive at their inevitable conclusions. As they reached their climaxes the participants started to disburse. Most went out and headed to the pool. The woman, who had entertained the two men on the sofa, left by herself to the right side of the room, and perched on a stool.

The whole right side of the room was lined by a row of tables joined together and covered by plastic table cloths. The long connected tables contained all kinds of drinks both alcoholic and non alcoholic. In addition there was a buffet of an astonishing variety of food both hot and cold. There were also disposable dinnerware and utensils to allow participants to feast to their desires. There were fully dressed people behind the tables who Pamela correctly surmised were staff to assist in logistical needs of the participants.

Realizing that her mother had not exactly disclosed the true nature of this "retreat" to her, Pamela elected to converse with the woman who was now relaxing with refreshments from the laden table. She hoped to ascertain the parameters of what was going on. Grabbing a diet Coke from a pail containing ice and cans of soft drinks, Pamela approached the woman who was drinking a beer. She started the conversation:




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 03



"Hi! I am Pamela Rose. Do you mind if I join you?"

The woman automatically nodded in acquiescence, and Pamela sat on an adjacent stool. Then as she actually noticed Pamela, the woman slapped her face, as her eyes bulged and exclaimed:

"Omigosh! You are Pamela Rose! The Pamela Rose!"

Pamela giggled and replied:

"Well I don't know about the "The" but I am indeed Pamela Rose, the singer, and I guess I am somewhat famous."

"Omigosh! Omigosh! I'm sorry I'm so rude. I am Sally Browning and I'm thrilled to meet you. My twelve year old daughter is a great fan of yours. Beverley, that's my daughter's name, has all your recordings, and was at your concert here in Dallas last month. I apologize for being so forward, but is there any chance you could forward an autograph picture of yourself...er with your clothes on of course, to my daughter? She would be ever so thrilled and probably grateful to me as well which I can turn to my advantage." "Oh sure Sally no problem. But I don't seem to have the ability to take down your address at this moment."

They both broke out laughing at Pamela's sardonic reference to their nudity. Sally explained:

"First of all Pamela you don't have to worry about your public reputation as a result of you being here. The TLR keeps membership information and activity strictly confidential. No member's private contact info is revealed unless a member authorizes release of same at his or her direction. And the club will only act so long as the recipient also indicates he/she wishes to receive such communication. So when I leave this orgy, I will let the club know I wish to reveal my address to you but you will also have to let the club know that you would wish to receive such communication. Then give it a couple of days before the club will let you know."

"OK Sally will do. You talk about club and membership. I take it that this place is some kind of a sex club?"

"Yes this is the Texas Love Ranch started about a little over two years ago. Are you not then a member, then? How else could you be here?"

"I'm definitely not a member at least as far as I know. I am here as a gift from my mother to celebrate my 18th birthday."

Sally then looked like she saw a light bulb turned on in her mind and said:

"Wait a minute, now I get it. Your mother's name is Hannah isn't it?"

"Why yes, how did you know? My mother likes to stay in the background as she does not want to horn in on my fame. So she sees to it that she is rarely mentioned in my publicity releases."

"Oh but a Hannah Rose is a charter member of this club and she has quite a reputation as a most enthusiastic player. I can now detect a slight resemblance now that I reflect upon it."

"Yes they say I do resemble more like my father than my mother. I just have her chin and eyes whereas the rest of my features are more like my father's. So I am now to learn that my mother is famous in her own right if merely as an enthusiastic participant at a clandestine sex club. It seems like she has neglected to mention this facet of her life to me."

Sally snorted and observed:

"Daughters need not know everything about their mothers. I sure as hell don't let Beverley know what her mother is up to when she goes away for the occasional weekend. Maybe when Beverley gets to be your age I might confess to my "hobby", but I doubt it. I must say I admire your mother's boldness in sending you here where you are bound to discover the existence of her secret life."

"My mother and I are very close and she does suspect of what my sexual proclivities might be. She actually has no objection to my promiscuity so long as I can keep it hidden from the public so as not to jeopardize my career. I'm not really surprised of her sending me here as my 18th birthday present. You might say my mother and I do not have the standard run of the mill mother-daughter relationship."

"You're just not whistling Dixie there little girl. Even though I am a member of this club and delight in participating in orgies I am still too squeamish to talk about sex with Beverley. I know she is aware of the facts of life but we have never had a mother-daughter talk about the birds and the bees." Pamela responded: "Now that you mention it neither have we. I think my mother and I evolved in our sexual understanding just by passage of time. First as a little girl I knew nothing about sex. Then somewhere along the way I learned about sex, and then my mother became aware of my knowledge of sex. I would date her awareness of my sexual knowledge to the moment she caught me almost naked about to have sex with a member of my band."

Sally burst out laughing and remarked:

"I would agree that, that was certainly a clue to your mother concerning your awareness of sex." 

"Rather than going completely ballistic she reinforced the idea that if I were to have sex I must be absolutely circumspect so as not to damage my public image. I take it this gift is my opportunity to be a bad girl as my reward for having been a good girl to date." 

"Hmm it seems like your mother has gone beyond the normal call of duty of motherhood in taking care of you."

"I suppose that's so. I am ecstatic with this opportunity. I saw that you were obviously enjoying giving head and being fucked; and I certainly would like to get the same kind of action for myself. You particularly seem to have a special attachment to the gentleman you were giving a blow job to."

"Oh his name is Charles Bingley and I have had the pleasure of sucking his cock on a few occasions before. He has the tastiest cum so that I have always enjoyed swallowing him."

"Charles Bingley eh? Well hopefully I'll have the opportunity to enjoy him for myself."

Sally assured: " There are 24 to 25 men available to fuck at these orgies. This is my sixth orgy and I have lost track of most of the men I have had here. Charles, though, is one of the few that stands out because he has that special reaction when I'm giving a blow job. He actually shivers his whole body when I'm sucking on his cock. His cock throbs constantly when in my mouth and he always blasts a huge amount of sperm down my throat when he cums. He always gives me the impression that he had just received the greatest blow job ever and my self esteem rises to the point where I feel I am the sexiest woman alive. And today with another man fucking me while I was servicing Charles...Well wow it was just heavenly." 

"God Sally you make me wet just listening to you. I'm so glad I am here. My mother sure was coy with me in explaining this present. She led me to believe I was going to a quasi religious retreat to refresh and relax my body and mind after my just completed exhausting three months concert tour."

Sally snorted:

"A religious retreat indeed! How did she explain the nudity requirement that this so called retreat demanded?"

"Well she was a little cryptic on that point so my own imagination took over. I thought I would be amongst a bunch of women chanting, doing yoga and some total sunbathing. Sounded to me like a retreat that just might serve the stated purpose."

"Yes I guess that might be a reasonable explanation and expectation on your part. I gather you must have been shocked when you stepped into this room and saw me in my, shall we say activity?"

"Oh yes I was taken by complete surprise but it was only momentarily. I quickly believed that an orgy just might prove to be as effective a tonic as the retreat I had envisioned. Incidentally since my mother told me nothing about this club should I be aware of any rules or conditions of conduct while I am here?" 

Sally replied giving a summary of the club rules:

"No doubt you have noticed some fully dressed people unobtrusively mingling. They are staff to serve the guests' any and all conceivable needs. They are strictly off limits for sex. If caught the staff person would be summarily fired and the member would be dismissed from the club. 

The TLR is essentially a heterosexual sex club. There is no male gay sex, since apparently straight men have issues with such activity. Girl-on-girl sex is tolerated so long as the sex is in conjunction more or less with heterosexual activity. Lesbians who are exclusively into women are not allowed to be members but female bi-sexuals are allowed so long as they do not refuse heterosexual activity.

All sexual activity is consensual. Coercion to participate in an activity is not tolerated. For example if one wishes to indulge in water sports one can do so as long as the partner or partners agree without being forced into it. No bestiality is allowed. 

There is a basement room for BDSM activity again strictly for those who consent. There are 20 bedrooms available for more private sex. Each bedroom is equipped with various sex toys plus an internal use only telephone to summon staff for any logistical need. There is this large ballroom like hall and another large room in the next building for public sex. As you can see each of these large rooms has long tables to provide availability of food and drinks. There is an outside pool between the two buildings as well as a volleyball facility. The third building is staff quarters and off limits. You are free to mingle and indulge in sex to your heart's content and that's about it in a nutshell."

"Wow!" replied Pamela, as she continued:

"I can see why my mother got into this. I understand she was much in love with my father but when he died in a car crash before I was two she devoted herself completely to myself. I realize now that I never considered that she would have sexual needs as from my viewpoint, obviously an immature one, it seemed like she was very content in taking care of me and managing my career. I guess this club is great for satisfying her sexual cravings and sparing her the need to acquire a husband to replace my Dad. But enough speculation about my mother, tell me how you got to be a member here, Sally."

So Sally related her story: "Well it starts from the fact that as you can see I am rather plain..."

Pamela aghast at such a negative observation protested: "Wait...wait Sally don't you be putting yourself down. As I saw you being fucked while sucking Charles' cock you looked like the hottest woman."

Sally replied quickly: "Well yes I do feel myself pretty when I am in the midst of some great fucking. Nevertheless I am not spectacular but perhaps not hideous either. While I was in high school I was not exactly swamped with male attention."

Actually Sally was selling herself a bit short. Although not the prettiest face she did have an intelligent look to her with a hint of sexy woman inside. She was 5'4" tall but looking taller because she had long legs to a short torso. She had "B" size cup breasts not therefore huge but still very perky and certainly pleasing to most men. Although she tended to be overlooked in a crowd, when she smiled it produced a very pleasant aura that made her attractive in an unconventional manner. Most men looking at her when she was smiling would acknowledge that she was not a babe but a lot would still wish to get to know her. She had no problems in acquiring sex partners who genuinely desired her when attending TLR orgies.

Sally continued:

"In fact I had only one date when I was in high school and it was a disaster. So naturally I was resigned to believing I was not attractive to men and I thought I was going to remain a virgin forever. With my negative thoughts I did nothing to make myself more attractive. Looking back on it, I believe I fell into a vicious cycle of negative thoughts. The more time passed without a date, the more despondent I became. The more despondent I became the less inclined I was to exert myself to go out and get a man. After high school I enrolled in Baylor University at Waco with the intention of probably becoming either a teacher or a librarian; the two vocations so suitable for a spinster which I was then certain I was destined to remain. Nothing much happened in my first three years in college and I studied hard since I had nothing else to occupy my time. As I was getting really good grades I thought I might raise my goals and go to graduate school to become a college professor. 

Suddenly after the start of the fall semester of my senior year to my shock and utter amazement two men started hitting on me at the same time. One was a fellow student in one of my classes and the other was my English Literature professor. I couldn't believe it; I was ecstatic; I not only had a boyfriend but I had two boyfriends. Having been so starved for male companionship up to that time I accepted dates from both of them with no consideration that I ought to pick one of them for an exclusive relationship. To tell the truth my self esteem was so low that I did not expect a long term relationship with either of them. I believed they would each quickly tire of me and so I was determined to make the most of the brief flings. With such a mind-set I offered no resistance to their sexual advances. Soon I was fucking both of them like rabbits alternating almost equally. I fucked so much that it became such a blur of sequence of events that I can't recall which one was the first who relieved me of my virginity.

I was spot on in my belief that my romances would not last long. After about six weeks of almost non-stop sex, both of my lovers indicated that it was time to move on. Both of them with eerily similar sentiments indicated that our affair was nice while it lasted but it has run its course and there was no future. Since I had come to expect such a conclusion I did not make a fuss probably to their surprise considering how submissive and clinging I had been with them. 

Now before I could congratulate myself on my shrewdness and my ability not to crumble into despair like some other females might have done in my position, I sensed a nagging concern. You see in my euphoria of at last having honest to goodness sex, and steamy sex at that, and I sure had no regrets by the way of that, I had neglected to take precautions." At this point, since Sally was a high school English teacher, she couldn't resist paraphrasing Jane Austin's most famous opening sentence, in recounting her college sexual experiences. And so she continued: 

"Now it is a truth universally acknowledged, that if one does not practice birth control, then there is a risk of pregnancy when one indulges in sexual congress. So of course shortly after the break-ups I started experiencing nausea and unusual soreness in my boobs. A subsequent trip to a clinic after I had missed two periods confirmed that I was knocked up." Pamela laughed, as surprisingly she was aware and recognized Sally's playful imitation of the famous literary line. So she interrupted by opining in a similar vein: "I believe it is also a truth universally acknowledged that gentlemen expect their lady friends to take birth control precautions as they do not contemplate on becoming fathers unless they are unequivocally committed to the said lady friend. I believe without that commitment gentlemen tend to become surly when their lady friends do become pregnant." 

Sally laughed at Pamela's unexpected interjection. She responded: "True too true, but I was not overly concerned of the sensibilities of my gentlemen companions. If the truth were told I was not unduly upset about being pregnant as I was certain I could handle it all right. I was going to be twenty-two when the baby was born and a college graduate. I came from a somewhat well to do family so I would have relatively little money worries. Besides considering that I was harboring a horrible belief that I would remain a spinster, I suspect I had the subconscious desire to get pregnant on the supposition that this would be my only chance to become a mother." After confessing to her subconscious desire, Sally continued: "The bitch of it was that I had no idea which of my two lovers could be the father. With the information I could supply and upon her examination of my body, my doctor gave a ball park estimate of a ten day period as to when I might have conceived. Naturally during the ten days in question, I absolutely equally alternated; five days fucking the student and five days fucking the professor.

There was no question that I was having my baby and I was of the philosophy that my child deserved to know his/her father and spend some time with him. I had no demand of marriage in mind or even child support although that would have been nice. I just had the naïve belief that a man would want to be aware of his flesh and blood even his illegitimate offspring. I had believed that the father of my child might want to spend some time with and perhaps even influence this child's life. However I felt all the awkwardness in informing my lovers as neither one had been aware of the other in my life.

I still remember racking my brain as to the best way of advising each of my lovers. How do I say to each of them that I am pregnant and that he may be the father? There thus would have to be a blood test after birth to ascertain for sure. However if you are the father would you like to provide some support and participate in our child's life?

I wasn't too surprised that both of them reacted like shitheads and assholes when I finally worked out how to inform them and did so. The student said he had no means of supporting the child let the other guy do it as he is in a better position to do so. The student intimated that I should not mention him whatsoever to the professor. Since we knew each other for such a short time he felt he could not grasp the idea of being a father and in any case he was too young and immature to take on the responsibilities of being a father. At least that last point was valid.

The professor also had no interest in supporting my child since he was already supporting his wife and their two children. Such fact of their existence, not surprisingly he neglected to mention during our copulation stage of our acquaintanceship. Both assholes categorically refused to consent to blood tests probably relying on the belief that I would not have the nerve to go after them legally.

Both of them received what I came to regard as their comeuppance although perhaps extreme. Within a month thereafter, they both were dead. The student, while trying to buy drugs, died of a gunshot wound at a surprise drug bust gone bad when the FBI raided. To put it another way he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. The professor died from a broken neck after falling off a ladder; as he was trying to make repairs on his roof. I knew I should have felt grieved but I was not. I just was numb when I learned of their deaths. I actually detected in the back of my mind a feeling of glee but I consciously suppressed such ignoble feeling; after all one of them was the father of my child. And that is why in telling you my story I did not mention their names as that is exactly how I think of them in my own mind to this day.

Thus there were no blood tests and so I do not know for sure who Beverley's father was. Sometimes I think it is the professor and sometimes I think it is the student since I see vague features of each of them in my daughter. I cannot differentiate what I actually see and what I imagine I see. I truly am happy to say that she just mostly looks like me although a lot prettier, but she is overweight. She'll most likely be taller than me. At least I was able to tell Beverley truthfully that her father died some months before she was born and unfortunately I hardly got to know him. Because of that she has never pestered me to find out more details about her father."

Pamela reacted:

"I am sorry for your Beverley and can relate to her feelings. I lost my Dad before I was even two years old so I have no memory of him. However my mother has always spoken fondly of him and we have plenty of pictures of him including lots of pictures of me with him. But I suppose considering your whirlwind relationships you have no pictures of either of the student or the professor?"




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 03



"You got that right honey. I did attend each funeral and each grieving family was pleased to see me. Imagining me to be merely a casual acquaintance of their loved one, they appreciated my thoughtfulness in attending. I refrained from advising that there was a closer relationship even perhaps a blood tie between the deceased and me as I certainly did not want to open such a can of worms. I noticed at the professor's funeral only two other students, both females, attended but I refused to speculate further. I'm just saying."

At this point Pamela cut to the chase and asked:

"Poignant as this story may be but how does this get you here?"

"Well I had adjusted, I might say even admirably, to my circumstances. I did graduate before I gave birth to Beverley, in June and I obtained employment as a teacher here in Dallas. I made the appropriate logistical arrangements to carry on as a single mother with a career. The one thing that prevented me from falling into a morass of a mundane lifestyle was the realization how exciting a full sexual life can be. I only had exotic satisfying recollections of the sex that I had indulged with the professor and the student and I sure as hell wanted to recapture the same.

I had given up hope of finding the love that some pathetic disillusioned poets insist was out there. Instead I made what to me was a more realistic analysis of sex in that I knew I enjoyed having a cock in my pussy, in my mouth and even in my ass. Such pleasure negated the unhappy thoughts that my male partner might not revere me. Surely this was what the feminist movement was all about. We women did not need to rely on a man to make our lives complete. We only needed a man to complete our essence of being a human being. There is a world of difference between such two viewpoints.

One day in my schools' teachers' lounge I overheard two co-female teachers discussing the swingers lifestyle and I was intrigued. I joined in the discussion and found out how to make contact. Soon I was going to private orgies and found myself accepted in a community that suited me. I no longer worried about whether men found me attractive as I soon had lots of fuck buddies I could count on. When the TLR was established I quickly became a member." As Pamela and Sally were chatting away, a middle-aged man of middle sized stature but with above average sized penis came and sat down on a stool near them. He accepted a Jack and coke from the staff server and observed the girls. He did not recognize Pamela as at his age he was not one to delve into currently popular entertainers who appealed mainly to the young. Instead he was mainly attracted to her by her physical beauty which was extraordinary by any objective standard. Pamela easily fitted any straight man's fantasy of the ultimate beautiful young woman one would want to fuck but deemed unavailable. It actually was a fact that most teenage boys in the United States of that time when masturbating envisioned having Pamela to spur on their ejaculation.

In addition to her natural beauty, Pamela was trained and knew how to enhance her appearance even more. At this time she had applied effective eye make-up that caused her clear blue eyes to appear mysterious and simply enchanting. Her fingernails were painted a dark wine color red and here toenails were a fiery red. She had a hint of maroon colored streaks highlighting her otherwise mousy brown hair. On most women such artificial coloring would not work but on Pamela the total effect was that one had no doubt that one was in the presence of a most sexy and sultry woman totally alluring to just about any man. After having gazed at Pamela sufficiently enough to realize he wanted to fuck her, the man got up and asked for and got a pillow from a staff member. Then he approached Pamela and brazenly said:

"I just got to kiss your delicious ass and asshole. I need to ream you out and make you very wet. Then I need to shove my cock into your ass."

Taking his words in stride and looking intently at his hardening penis, Pamela licked her lips and replied in a husky voice:

"Oh....Well OK then....Do you want to it right now, right here or do you want to go a bedroom?"

"Right here will be fine. Just get off the stool and bend down resting your chest and elbows on the stool. Then spread your legs apart and I'll do the rest."

"Oh yes....OK then", Pamela replied as she complied with his demands. After she was bent over and leaning on the stool, she parted her legs as wide as possible while still remaining comfortable. Then with a sexy smile, she turned her head to look back at him and asked:

"Is this OK?"

Without replying, the man placed the pillow, he had, on the floor behind Pamela and dropped to his knees. Grabbing Pamela's buttocks he spread her cheeks wide to fully expose her ass and cunt. He started to slurp and lick her asshole and the crack of her ass. He would periodically slip his tongue to her cunt and clit for some extra tongue swipes but he concentrated mainly on her ass. Pamela gasped and cooed:

"Oh! Oh! Oh my! Oh fuck! Oh so good. Oh so fucking good!"

As Pamela was grunting away, Sally was getting excited as she was watching her companion being kissed so sweetly. Needing to relieve her body heat, Sally moved her stool so she was able to rest her back against the edge of the table. Then she resumed sitting on the stool and bent backwards to rest against the table. She raised her legs, spreading them and allowing them to dangle in the air. With one hand she grasped the stool to prevent herself from toppling over. With the other hand she began masturbating as she looked steadily on.

In between her grunts Pamela asked in a very shaky voice:

"What's your name? I usually like to scream out my lover's name when I climax."

"Sam. Sam Stosur."

As Pamela suspected that Sam did not know her she felt compelled to inform him:

"OK Sam that's a good name. I am Pamela. Pamela Rose. Oh my Sam you have such a wicked tongue. Oh so good."

Now Sam was not totally a hermit with respect to current culture and he was aware that there was a very popular entertainer by the name of Pamela Rose, although he was unaware of her likeness. So he momentarily wondered if this girl was that entertainer, as the club did indeed include some well know personalities amongst its membership. However his administrations to Pamela's ass were of a more immediate concern and focus.

As Pamela had been sitting, he naturally initially was unaware exactly the nature of her derriere but once he saw it he was hardly disappointed. Pamela's ass was the ultimate in female allure consistent with the beauty of the rest of her body. There was not a body hair in sight and her cunt was perfect in shape and most pleasing to the eye. Her rosebud opening was enticing and there was no discoloring of her flesh around her opening as is more common. As he continued licking her rosebud opening her hole began to gape so that he was able to slip his tongue deeper inside and wiggle it around her rear canal. All of a sudden Pamela shrieked:

"Get away Sam! Hurry! I am going to fart! I can't stop it!"

Sam did not remove his face but instead continued licking. Sam actually increased the intensity of his tongue action seemingly demanding that she would break wind. He held onto her hips harder so she could not avert her ass from his face and nose. And fart she did! It was noisy- clearly audible to Sally and even to a nearby staff server who was replenishing supplies at the table. And her fart was odiferous a very familiar gaseous obnoxious smell- totally gross! Pamela completely embarrassed, turned a beet red in her face and sobbed:

"Oh I am so sorry Sam. I tried to warn you in time. I am so sorry. The urge came over me so suddenly. I could not stop it. I tried to... believe me I tried! But I could not!" 

Now although the odor of Pamela's fart was truly awful, paradoxically Sam reveled in it. Certainly in a normal setting Sam would have been offended by the smell aside from any social disgrace. However since he was tonguing her ass-hole he had the belief his licking provoked her fart and thus he viewed her fart as a natural consequence of this kind of sexual activity. Given that he had initiated this kind of foreplay, he was not displeased but rather was excited at what he had wrought. Realizing that Pamela was mortified and deeply ashamed he assured her:

"Don't give it another thought babe. I love the smell of the woman I am making love to. Besides as I was licking your sweet ass I was prepared for natural consequences. Now that I have made your ass sing I'm guessing you are ready for my cock aren't you?" 

'Lordy what a strange man!' thought Pamela, 'Thank God he is not mad at me.' Out loud she said still in a somewhat husky voice but with some trepidation:

"Oh yes I am ready for your cock; more than ready. Just give me that big magnificent cock of yours. Shove it in me."

Hearing these words from Pamela, Sam lost his sophistication and reacted like a typical teenage male experiencing his first sex. Jumping to his feet, he grabbed her hips and roughly shoved his prick into her anus. He only got it in about an inch when he encountered heavy resistance. Pamela let out a very loud agonizing scream of pain and cried out:

"Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh that hurts! God dam that hurts"

Startled by the evidence of Pamela's pain, he stopped immediately and said:

"Oh I am so sorry Pamela. Wait I'll get some lubricant from the staff. Then it will be a lot easier. I didn't think; I should have gotten some beforehand when I knew what I wanted from you." In tears Pamela snarled a reply:

"Don't you fucking go anywhere. But please be gentle. Just push in slowly so I can get used to your huge magnificent cock inside me. Once you get it all the way in stop for a moment until I tell you to start again. So please gentle for now but afterwards you can be as rough as you like, I promise."

Naturally Sam complied with Pamela's plea. As he eased his cock in, he could feel Pamela's anal canal stretch and expand to accept him. During his entry he could hear her gasping and breathing heavily. He saw perspiration glistening on her forehead. But her breaths were followed by grunts, moans and squeaks that sounded pleasurable as opposed to painful. He persevered until he succeeded in penetrating her completely as his balls slapped against her buttocks. He stopped as requested waiting for her cue to continue.

From Pamela's perspective she was in extreme sexual agitation. In the year and a half or so of her secret sexual activity she had not been sodomized; but had been intrigued by the possibility. She had been surprised at Sam's blunt proposal but eager to lose her chocolate cherry as she thought of it in her mind, she accepted with alacrity. She had noted that Sam's cock was bigger than the norm or at least bigger than most of the men she had fucked to this point. She was not apprehensive as she had great confidence in herself and her ability to conquer anything she set her mind to do. She surmised that since Sam proposed sodomy he had the expectation that she could accommodate him and she sure as hell did not want him to think of her as a ninny afraid to take on his cock. 

When he inserted his cock in her anus the initial pain overcame her and caused her to scream loudly. When he offered to get her some lubricant, she was actually more ashamed of her outburst of pain then the fart she had previously emitted. In her mind it was unacceptable to refuse to tolerate incidental pain to a sex act she had consented to and a heavier blow to her pride than an involuntary gaffe like her fart. That is why she adamantly forbade him to get the lubricant even though she realized she would be much more comfortable with its application.

Accordingly she forced her mind to focus on pleasure and thus she was successful in ignoring the pain. When he stopped after having completely impaled her, she was panting and sweat was rolling down her face from her forehead. After a pause of some time, Pamela's mind and body underwent a complete turnover of sensations. The uncomfortable feeling of his cock in her anal canal disappeared to be replaced by fire-hot excruciating feeling of unbridled lust and licentiousness. The burning heat coursed throughout every part of her body and overwhelmed her brain. She now craved for more friction from his invading manhood. Shaking, she almost shouted out her command:

"OK Sam you can start fucking me now. You can fuck me fast. You can fuck me hard. Hell you can fuck me slow if you like. You can fuck me anyway you like. Just don't stop. Don't stop fucking me until you have finished me off. Please..."

In order to facilitate the sodomy, Sam had spread his legs wide enough to bring his crotch level with Pamela's ass. To make himself more comfortable from the awkwardness of his stance, Sam bent down and draped himself over Pamela's back. To further brace himself, he reached over to grasp hold of Pamela's adequate tits. As he was pumping away at her ass he availed himself of concurrently mauling Pamela's breasts. As the excitement grew he began to cruelly manipulate her tits; squeezing them and pinching her nipples hard. Normally his manipulations would hurt significantly but in the state Pamela was in she welcomed them and urged him to even squeeze and pinch harder. In between her grunts, moans and squeaks she verbally encouraged him to be even rougher still.

Meanwhile Sally was in a crisis of passion of her own. As she was watching avidly Pamela and Sam in action she became progressively aroused and titillated beyond normal tolerance. Just like Sam, she was not appalled in the least by Pamela's fart but instead became more excited. She was totally thrilled by Pamela's anguished scream of pain when Sam entered her that her own vagina gushed with her fluids. After Sam commenced fucking Pamela's ass, Sally found that her masturbation was not sufficient to calm her fires so she cried out:

"Oh fuck Pamela my cunt is on fire. Would you please be a dear and eat me out?...Please I need that or I'll go insane."

By this time Pamela could not articulate comprehensively. She lifted her head and gazed at Sally in a haze of euphoria. She nodded agreement and with her fingers beckoned Sally to approach closer. Sally stopped masturbating and jumped off her stool. She placed her stool as conveniently close to Pamela as possible. Then she got back on her stool and once perched on her ass, she lifted her legs high up in the air. With her hands sliding on the stool's edge, she swirled her hips around so her crotch was right under Pamela's face. Once in this position she lowered her legs to rest her heels on Sam's back. Holding on the stool she could now bend a little backwards to give Pamela full access to her vagina and clit. Pamela duly started to lay her tongue on Sally's cunt.

Pamela's tongue was just what Sally needed. She began squirming and began vocalizing her pleasures. Soon she climaxed. Pamela was treated to the taste of not only Sally's own oozing juices but the sperm remnants from the man Sally had fucked on the couch. As Sally was screaming her orgasm, Pamela felt her own orgasm about to overcome her. As soon as she sensed Sam flooding her ass with his cum, Pamela succumbed and let out a harrowing cry of exultation. 

With the onset of the afterglow, Pamela merely remained with her chest on her stool as she tried to recover her wits. Sally disengaged and just repositioned herself sitting numbly on her stool. Sam, wordlessly left heading to the pool as the girls weakly waived their hands at his departure. A staff member approached Pamela and offered her a clean towel. Pamela accepted it to wipe off Sam's cum which was dribbling out of her ass as well as the sweat all over her body. Sally took a towel as well to wipe her vagina dry.

Once the girls had straightened themselves up, they pushed their stools to the table. Sitting down they started a new conversation. A staff server asked if they each would like a flute of champagne and the girls replied that they would be delighted.



Mothers and Daughters Ch. 04



Pamela and Sally were sipping their champagne as they were relaxing from their hot sessions on their stools. 

Pamela observed:

"Wow that Sam was something else. He certainly knew how to use his tongue on my ass. I actually pissed onto the floor as well when I farted. Since my fart was so spectacular, and my urine was absorbed by the towel on the floor I was lucky that no one noticed this other embarrassment."

Sally smilingly replied:

"Oh I noticed but I wasn't saying anything because I was too excited by what else I was seeing, what I was hearing and dare I say?...what I was smelling?"

Both Pamela and Sally broke out laughing as they recalled the fart and its mostly putrid odor. Pamela then said:

"Now when he first shoved his cock into my ass, God did that hurt. I'm sorry I screamed like a ninny. It ruined the image of a sexy femme fatale that I was trying to project. I must say though once I got used to his cock in me, I got hot and bothered. Soon I was overcome with wicked pleasure and I hardly noticed any pain. This was the first time I had a cock up in my ass and it sure was a trip."

Sally replied:

"You two did put on quite a show. I was so aroused that my fingers were not getting the job done. I'm so grateful that you could finish me off. I was so far gone in need that I did not consider you might have an aversion to my demand of some girl-on-girl sex. I was so relieved when you started eating me. You did such a good job. My orgasm was just as good as the one I got from sucking Charles' cock."

Pamela considered: 

"Actually I had never wondered about lesbian sex before as concentrating on getting cock was really my only sexual concern. I had never been in any position to take part in some girl-on-girl sex before. So I guess so to speak I just killed two birds with one stone in that it was my first sodomy and my first lesbian sex. I bet not too many can claim they had experienced two different types of sex acts for the first time on the same sexual occasion."

"And this is your first orgy as well, don't forget. You know Pamela, I usually hang out solo at these orgies, but I am wondering would you like to team up and indulge in various kinds of group sex?"

"That sounds OK. Do you have anything special in mind?"

"Well as a matter fact I do, if you are game. And I do get the impression you seem willing to try new things."

"Oh sure I am all for variety. I sure as hell don't want to become jaded in matters of sex, especially at my age."

"Oh la Pamela for a young woman you sure do have a strange attitude, but I suspect you are just messing with me. In any case I have reserved an hour with Black Jack starting about 15 minutes from now. Black Jack is this orgy's dungeon master at the BDSM room. Tell me Pamela what do you think about spanking as sexual play?"

Half expecting Pamela to be horrified, Sally was pleased to see Pamela's eyes light up in wonder as she replied:

"Well I do like rough sex on occasion. My birthday was actually last Wednesday and one of my gifts was a book by the Marquis de Sade. I found the literature fascinating. I know I do not want to do some of that really heavy shit in kinky sex but spanking I wouldn't mind trying."

"My God Pamela for someone so young you are very sure of your sexual desires free of any ambiguous concerns."

"Well I may be young but I have had enough sex to know what I like and what I do not like but most importantly I know what I would like or try and what I would not like or try. Mind you except for some really extreme stuff I am probably game to try anything and everything else."

"In any case as I said I have booked some time with Black Jack at the BDSM room. I am to be spanked; first by his bare hands, then by a belt; then by a strap; and finally by a single cord whip with two knots in the cord. He will stop spanking upon my command or if he draws blood or if forty minutes have passed whichever first occurs. After the spanking is halted and my bummy is nicely rosy red and burning, he will fuck me doggy style."

Pamela cooed in a low husky voice:

"Oh my. Oh my that sounds...exciting, I am already wet thinking about it."

Sally continued:

"I might add Black Jack is only the moniker he uses at the club, and of course he is black, one of the few African-American members. And yes he does have a magnificent humongous manhood; at least 12" long and 3" wide."

Pamela gasped:

"You're shitting me, aren't you?"

"No not at all. The women in the club that have been fucked by him all say that once you have had his cock in your cunt you will not fear child birth again. Of course half the women in the club are past child bearing years so it is easy for them to say that. In any case all women agree it is a treat to be fucked by him and he is always in high demand when he attends an orgy." All Pamela could say as her eyes gleamed: 

"Oh my! Oh my...."

Sakkt continued: "The thing is that Black Jack is only expecting one woman. Of course he would be willing to spank both of us simultaneously but he can only fuck one of us. So I propose we have a contest between us. The one of us that yields first is the loser and can only assist in the fucking."

"What do you mean by assist in the fucking?"

"Well suppose I win, as Black Jack would be fucking me you would have to scoot underneath me and lick his balls and shaft as well as my pussy as you can. You can grab his cock out of my cunt periodically to moisten his cock with your mouth and putting it back in. You can use your imagination to do other things as you see fit. If you are good I promise I will bend down and muff dive your pussy concurrently."

"Well that sounds fair and if I win I promise I would likewise lick your cunt and clit."

Looking up at the clock on the wall of the room, Sally said:

"Time to go. Don't worry about not taking a shower. Black Jack likes his women earthy and loves sloppy seconds."

"Well that's good to know. I was wondering where the shower and bathroom facilities were located."

"Each bedroom has a toilet and shower. In addition this room and the other public room in the next building have showers and toilet facilities. The BDSM room where we are going also has its own shower and toilets."

Sally led the way to the BDSM room which was also known as the dungeon. As they reached the entrance a couple emerged. A youngish man in his late twenties or early thirties was escorting a middle aged woman pulling her by a leash attached to a dog collar on her neck. Her back and buttocks were excoriated by welts and bruises but she was smiling as she followed her companion somewhat unsteadily. 

The dungeon was a room occupying almost the entire floor space of the basement. There were all kinds of paraphernalia typical for BDSM activity and the décor resembled a mediaeval dungeon. There was a huge king sized bed at each end of the dungeon covered only by fitted bed sheet and pillows.

As Sally had made the appointment and had already fucked Black Jack at a previous orgy, she introduced the two of them. Pamela's jaw literally dropped upon gazing at Black Jack. At 6'2" tall, all muscle, no fat, Black Jack was a stud! His skin color was the darkest possible shade in stark contrast to Pamela and Sally who were both extremely fair. With oil rubbed on him he glistened. He wore a mask just covering his eyes but giving an eerie sinister aura.

Naturally Pamela stared at his cock and it was as impressive as advertised by Sally. Pamela's cunt immediately moistened at her thought of being impaled by his monster cock. With his massive and impressive body Pamela gave no thought as to his age but she subsequently learned he was twenty-nine. Black Jack for his part was as pleased on meeting Pamela just for her beauty alone. He recognized Pamela immediately as he was a devoted fan and could not believe his good fortune in meeting never mind possibly fucking her. 

Sally explained to Black Jack about the inclusion of Pamela to their session and the private contest the two of them had devised. Black Jack smiled even more broadly and replied:

"Rest assured as the dungeon master I will be even-handed, pun intended by the way, in disciplining you two and provide for a fair contest. Each blow administered to the first lady will be followed by a blow of exact force and intensity to the other lady. I will be equally happy to fuck whichever one of you wins. However I do suggest that the loser's consolation prize should be a little more substantial. Recognizing I cannot fuck both of you given the time constraints, I would be willing to eat out the loser after I have fucked the winner. Perhaps the winner to avoid being bored at that time could offer by her then very soggy cunt to the loser for a taste."

Sally knew the words were more for her benefit as she was very cognizant that everyone in their right mind would prefer Pamela to her. She knew though that Black Jack was a man of integrity and expected a fair contest even without his assurance. Sally had no problem with Black Jack's additional suggestion and neither did Pamela. Of course Black Jack did indeed prefer to fuck Pamela but he was truly a man of integrity. That is why he suggested the added prize for the loser so that if he did not get to fuck Pamela should she lose at least he would have the pleasure of eating her out. Black Jack continued:

"Despite what you may have seen of the condition of the lady who has just left this room, I confirm that this session is contracted for spanking only. You will not be struck on your back and thighs but only on your ass. However the spanking will get progressively forceful but by club rules which I must and do adhere to, the spanking will cease for you immediately upon you uttering your safe word. So advise me each of you your safe word and we shall start."

After each woman advised of her safe word, Black Jack procured two tables more like coffee tables in appearance size although much sturdier in structure. The tables were covered by thick linen cloth and each contained two king size pillows. The tables were large enough in area to accommodate easily each woman. Black Jack instructed each of them to mount a table and to rest knees on one pillow and bending down to rest their head on the other pillow. Thus their ass was dangling in the air at 45 degrees angle.

The tables were strategically placed apart with the women's asses pointing diagonally to each other's. Thereby Black Jack was able to position himself in the middle so that when he struck Sally's ass to his right, he only needed to turn around to strike Pamela's ass. He could then either complete the turn full circle or simply reverse his turn to be in position to strike Sally again. The ladies' asses on the tables were at a convenient height for Black Jack to stand and administer the blows. When the session started it was always Sally first then Pamela.

When Pamela received her first smack from Black Jack's bare hand she reacted by uttering a very loud:

"Whoosh!"

The smack stung more than she had anticipated leaving her momentarily breathless. Her ass inwardly tingled and outwardly wiggled; both involuntarily. After the shock of the smack dissipated, a burning sensation took over. Black Jack had a set pattern to his bare hand spanking. The sequence started with a slap dead center of her ass with the middle of his hand covering the crack of her ass. The second smack struck the right ass cheek; the third smack completing the sequence struck the left ass cheek. 

Pamela continued to squeak after each blow but she was getting accustomed to the administered hurt. She was actually starting to seriously enjoy herself as the throbbing pain changed like alchemy to coursing pleasure. She believed she ought not to be reveling in the spanking but the heat caused by the spanks aroused her into perpetual orgasmic state. Her euphoria got to her to a point whereby she desired even more pain as the spanks were now rather tame.

In the careful what you wish for department, Black Jack did increase the velocity and the intensity of his bare hand spanking. Pamela formed the impression that he was now striking her with the maximum force he was capable of. After each of these more forceful blows she grunted in reaction; each grunt left no doubt at the pain she experienced. The pleasure was now disappearing, but the desire of being impaled by Black Jack's cock was a more determinative factor. She wanted Black Jack's cock so much that she was prepared to endure more pain than she would otherwise tolerate. By now a brilliant rosy red coloring covered the girls' derrieres as Black Jack stopped his bare hand spanking. He switched to a leather belt, a standard wide western style one. The belt had been shortened to eliminate the buckle and the fitting holes so that it would produce an even blow when making contact. The belt had a different sting than Black Jack's bare hands. Although not more hurtful the sting of the belt did render the nerves raw and set them on edge. The belt beatings did cause each of the girls' asses to quiver.

Pamela was now shrieking at each strike of the belt. These shrieks signified a more agonizing suffering that Pamela was experiencing. Her mind was overcome with pain and her brain was numbed. Slowly she became accustomed to this new level of pain and thus capable of tolerating it better. A red hot burning heat emanating from her blows on her ass took hold of her entire body. The fiery heat ignited her passion such that she could block out the pain sensations and thus absorb more punishment, although she continued to shriek at each stroke. Considering the anguish Pamela voiced, Black Jack periodically asked if Pamela wanted to utter her safe word, but Pamela was determined to persevere. 

Each woman's ass showed bruises and some welts. Some of the welts had turned to an ugly purple color. To the average person who abhors torture and suffering, the bruises and welts would appear sickening and inspire disgust. To a dominant like Black Jack it enflamed his passion and he was soon sporting a full erection, a spectacle in of itself. Now anxious to get to the copulation part of this session he switched to the use of strap, hoping soon to induce one of the girls to surrender quickly.

Although this strap was only slightly heavier than the belt it had a rough sandpaper like surface which produced a more blistering stroke. Pamela was now shrieking on a higher pitch with these blows. There was no doubt that her agony was now much more intense. The exertion was causing her to perspire profusely and sweat was slithering down her face in rivulets. In addition her vagina was producing copious amount of her female juices in reaction to the burning pain. Again Black Jack asked Pamela if she wanted to stop but Pamela indignantly refused to yield.

Meanwhile Sally was also reaching an almost intolerable distress level. She was not as vocal as Pamela and so only emitted slight gasps or grunts at each spanking blow. This belied the actual hurt she was truly feeling from the blows. In the previous two spankings she had participated in past club orgies, she had yielded during midway of the belt spanking period. When she originally made the appointment with Black Jack this time around, she had the goal to get to the strap spanking stage. If there was not this competition with Pamela, Sally knew she would have been uttering her safe word at this point. But goaded by the desire not to appear a wimp to Pamela, she did not want to lose. Especially spurring her on was the realization she would feel humiliated to lose to Pamela who was sixteen years her junior and relatively a novice to sex especially to kinky sex.

To help her to endure, Sally resorted to mind games. Remembering in reality how joyful she had felt on learning of the death of her first two lovers, one of whom was the father of her child, she now felt the total inappropriateness of such reaction. Thus the beating she was now receiving appeared to be just punishment for her sinful thoughts. So in her mind she came to the conclusion that to be right with God she must meekly submit to Black Jack's punishment and voice no complaints. With such mindset Sally was able to persevere.

At this point, Black Jack was getting exhausted by his exertions. He was amazed and shocked at the stamina of Pamela and Sally as he had been inflicting more pain than he had ever before. He had always had his previous victims quit before the third stroke of the strap when employing only about half the force he had been applying on Pamela and Sally. Determined to bring an end immediately, he switched to the whip. The whip was like a cat of nine tails but it had only a single lash but two knots designed to produce exquisite pain. When he struck Pamela after having first struck Sally, Pamela screamed at the top of her voice:

"Holy shit! Aw fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! God that fucking hurts...."

Her scream was by far the most agonizing scream of pain yet uttered. After she received the second blow, which completed by design "X" marked red stripes on her ass, Pamela knew she could not continue. Maliciously she decided to wait to utter her safe word not until Sally received her third stroke from the whip. However before Black Jack could strike he had to call a halt as Sally was bleeding from her welts. Club rules prohibited further punishment in BDSM activities once blood is drawn and thus Pamela was the winner. Sally was relieved that although she had lost it was not a humiliation as she had not quit.

Both girls collapsed on their respective tables and were hyperventilating as a result of their exertions, trying to regain their composure. Black Jack applied appropriate ointment to stop Sally's bleeding and produced salves to ease the girls' pain. Black Jack also provided each girl with a moist towel containing aloe to apply to their sore bottoms. Alarmed at the obvious distress both Pamela and Sally were in; Black Jack suggested for safety that perhaps they ought to forgo the planned copulation. Pamela instantly and vehemently retorted:

"No fucking way! I haven't endured this spanking so as to be deprived of what I fucking want. And I want your magnificent black cock in my pussy! I am entitled to it! But perhaps you can help me to get to the bed, I am afraid I'm probably going to be walking funny." Sally chimed in:

"Hey don't forget me. I claim my share of the fun in return for the punishment I have received. I believe I too need assistance to get to the bed."

Both Pamela and Sally hobbled off their respective table and Black Jack was there to help. Each girl had flipped their soothing towel over their shoulder. With Pamela on his right and Sally on his left, Black Jack held each girl to his body to ensure they stay upright as they walked slowly to the nearest bed. Each girl clasped one of Black Jack's shoulders. Each girl with her free hand grasped Black Jack's cock, no doubt to comfort themselves. In such fashion the trio wended their way to a bed providing a weird sight for any flies on the wall.

When they arrived, Sally gingerly got on the bed first. She positioned herself in the center of the bed on her back. She had placed the soothing towel under her rump to allow her to tolerate her still sensitive to pain posterior and assuage the burning sensation of her beating. Pamela then climbed on to the bed and assumed the '69' position on top of Sally. With her knees surrounding Sally's head, Pamela bent down to immediately start muff diving Sally's cunt. Pamela's movements were essentially robotic and dictated by the urgent need to seek solace from the now pervasive burning heat throbbing throughout her body and consuming all feelings. For her part, Sally accomplished some tentative licks on Pamela's cunt while awaiting arrival of Black Jack's cock. "I need your big black cock please get into the bed....please!"




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 04



Black Jack thereupon got into position behind Pamela's ass. Sally reached out and grabbed his cock to slip into her mouth for some preliminary licks. She was now momentarily in a different zone of ecstasy as she tasted some pre-cum. Sally had developed a sincere predilection for fellatio. Although she still was a virgin at twenty-one years of age when she met the student and the professor, she was not ignorant of sex.

By countless discussions with her girlfriends she discerned that to a keep man it is incumbent for a female to provide blow jobs no matter how repellant the act might be to the said female. Since she did not expect her affairs to last long, she deliberatively incorporated fellatio as much as possible in her lovemaking with the student and the professor to prolong the relationships. Although her strategy did not work as her lovers left her after only six weeks, nevertheless she developed a genuine fondness for giving head and the taste of sperm.

When Sally entered the swingers community she perfected her techniques such that she was renowned for her blow jobs. She especially reveled in deep-throating and she prided herself on being able to swallow whole most cocks despite her perceived small mouth. Most men appreciated her enthusiasm and duly complimented her. Thus it was not only Charles Bingley who made Sally feel she was the sexiest woman extant.

She had only fucked Black Jack once before in a previous orgy and had failed to consume orally his entire cock. Given Pamela's agitation she would not have the opportunity to do it this time either but she made the most of it. After just a few licks she was able to induce a rock hard and throbbing cock for Pamela's pleasure, and she then reluctantly inserted his cock into Pamela's cunt.

The spanking had driven Pamela into uncharted sexual territory for her. Her vagina was totally soaked with her secretions such that the friction of Black Jack's cock drilling was producing a squishing sounds somewhat similar to the noise of wet farts. None of the three participants took any notice of the sound and so there was no embarrassment; only grunts of satisfaction were being enunciated. 

Pamela's brains were completely fried and she lost any sense of what she ought to have been doing while eating out Sally. In delirium what she did do was to suck in Sally's clit and surrounding flesh, and then clamp down hard with her teeth obvious to the pain she was inflicting. Normally she would have screamed out her agonizing pain but Sally was also far gone in passion that instead she merely gasped:

"Oh yeah baby that's it! Bite that clit!"

On hearing this Pamela relaxed her grip and gummed Sally's clit as well as licking it simultaneously. Sally moaned:

"Oh yeah baby that's it! Suck that clit!"

Sally was doing her part in assisting in the copulation. She was licking Black Jack's rod each time it was out of Pamela's cunt and licking his balls when his cock was completely inside her. The effect of sensing Sally's tongue on his cock and balls simultaneously while he was fucking Pamela caused Black Jack to hurtle into a vortex of sensual passion similar to what the girls were feeling. He then began fucking Pamela even more voraciously and he began to howl in ecstasy. 

Sally had been intending to periodically whip Black Jack's cock out of Pamela's cunt for some extra oral stimulation but realized neither Black Jack nor Pamela would appreciate such interruption of the ongoing vigorous coitus so she dared not to interfere. Soon Black Jack reached his climax and was expelling copious amounts of his sperm into Pamela's cunt.

During his ejaculation Pamela was undergoing her own most intensive orgasm of the ultimate mind-blowing quality and she was totally shivering in reaction. As Black Jack's cock started to wilt upon completion of his fierce ejaculation and as he involuntarily slipped out of her vagina, Pamela was inspired into a sentient moment.

Immediately upon the expulsion of his cock from her cunt, with one hand she pinched her labia lips shut, and covered up her cunt totally with her other hand. She disengaged herself from Sally and rolled on to her back. Elevating her hips as she lifted her legs up in the air she ensured that gravity would retain Black Jack's cum in her cunt.

As Black Jack and Sally were recovering from their orgasms- yes Sally had reached an orgasm as well- they recalled what had been agreed to beforehand. Accordingly, while Sally remained immobile, Black Jack maneuvered his body and position to satisfactorily commence performing methodically cunnilingus upon Sally. Thereupon keeping her cunt closed, retaining Black Jack's fluids, Pamela moved and positioned herself on her knees directly over the face of Sally. She then commanded:

"Open up!" 

In compliance Sally opened her mouth wide as wide as possible. Pamela then ensured that her cunt was just in the right position. She relaxed her hold on her genitals, and thus was able to guide the oozing fluids from her cunt to spill directly into the wide open waiting mouth of Sally. As the dribble slackened, Pamela contracted her vagina muscles so she could expel as much of the fluids in her as possible. Sally used her tongue to slurp in any errant drops of fluids around her lips and reached up to lick Pamela's cunt to capture any loose fluid. Meanwhile Black Jack was continuing his muff dive and actually was unaware of exactly what was transpiring between Pamela and Sally.

Finally, when as much as the contents of Pamela's soggy cunt that were available for transfer, were lodged in Sally's mouth, Pamela sported a huge smile and sighed. Sally ingested the same and burped. Both girls then giggled and then Pamela adjusted her body so she could bend down to whisper into Sally's ear:

"I need to piss badly. Can you take it?"

Not misunderstanding the request one iota, Sally replied:

"Sure give it to me. But please be careful, try not to get it into my hair, OK?"

Pamela again was in position with her genitals aimed at Sally's mouth. Pamela started her stream of urine as soon as Sally opened her mouth. Pamela was able to direct most of her flow directly into Sally's mouth but her stream was faster than Sally could swallow so some of the piss was dribbling all along Sally's face. At the same time Black Jack's efforts were pushing Sally into a normal orgasm but coupled with her piss drinking Sally lost control of everything including her bodily functions. She farted and actually defecated a small shit turd on to the bed sheet. Completing her reaction to her unusual passion, Sally gurgled Pamela's urine in her mouth and squirted some of it out to form a momentarily small fountain of piss falling back on her face.

Pamela upon hearing Sally's fart looked back and saw Sally's turd. Pamela could not help herself as she rolled off Sally and started laughing hysterically. Her laughter was not normal as it was in reality a manifest of her unusual orgasm she was experiencing. Sally actually fainted after she finished squirting the piss and was out of it for a full minute before she came to her senses. Black Jack, upon realizing all that had transpired was in command of his faculties. Thus, he instructed after seeing Sally regain her composure:

"I think I will need to delay my next appointment for a few minutes as I can see I will need to do some clean-up here. I suggest you ladies head to a shower as you might want to clean up a little before engaging into another activity."

As Sally got off the bed she grabbed a nearby available towel and wiped her face dry from the effects of Pamela's golden shower. Unashamedly she wiped her ass as well before discarding the towel to an appropriate laundry hamper that was conveniently in the room. Sally then suggested:

"Rather than going for a shower, why don't we go for a swim? I think it will be more soothing to our abused bodies. What do you say Pamela?"

"Oh that sounds perfect."

So the girls waived an appreciative goodbye to Black Jack as they quitted the dungeon. They trundled to the pool and had a refreshing swim. After the swim as they were famished, they entered the second building and each loaded up a plate full of delectable food. Because of the severe spanking they had endured, their asses were completely sore so that sitting down was out of the question. They took their food and drink to a round table in the room that had a higher height which made eating standing up possible and convenient. As they relaxed, Sally observed:

"I know Pamela that you have indicated that you have had lots of men and sex, but still you are only just eighteen and you have been sexually active less than two years. So I am astonished at your sexual sophistication and your imagination. I have been sexually active more than twelve years but I have never been as innovative as you. I mean you made me slurp up your fluids from your cunt not to mention drink your piss. And I enjoyed it despite believing that I ought to feel disgusted."

Pamela giggled and felt a little elated as she responded:

"Well perhaps I am a born slut and whore. Perhaps my talent in sex is even greater than my show business talents."

"Harumph! Anyone can piss into another's mouth but no one can sing as beautiful as you do."

"Touché Sally. You may not sing as well as me but you are no slouch in sex. When I farted in Sam's face I was so embarrassed and could feel myself getting quite red. Not only did you fart for Black Jack but you actually shat and you were not one bit embarrassed as far as I could tell."

"What's to be embarrassed? I pay good money to be a member of this club and attend the orgies. If anything as consequence of consensual sex here would be deemed embarrassing then why would there be any need for this club to exist? In other words the club exists so one can do things sexually that one is too embarrassed to do elsewhere or otherwise."

"I guess you have a point there. I must say though your turd was quite cute. Very feminine not huge logs like those of the male persuasion usually produce."

Sally laughed:

"Now you are embarrassing me. However I did not know you have made a study of male excrement."

"Certainly not a scientific academic study to be sure. It was really based on purely limited personal observation."

As the girls were chatting they became aware of being inundated with the company of virtually all of the men attending the orgy, who began vying for their attention. Now Pamela's beauty alone would attract significant male attention as she was by far and away the prettiest woman at this orgy. Her celebrity also was intriguingly enticing to those who recognized her. However what absolutely induced all the males to gather around and seek sex with her and Sally was the sight of their bruised asses. There was no doubt as to the nature and source of the bruises and welts that Pamela and Sally exhibited. This in turn identified Pamela and Sally as exciting players who ought not to be missed, and thus each male wanted them.

Needless to say the other females at the orgy were pissed. After all they were here to be fucked. All the males' infatuation with Pamela threatened the possibility that they won't be fucked any further. Spotting Kristina Vargas a couple of the women complained and voiced their concern.

Kristina Vargas was the principal owner of the TLR. She had started TLR about two years previously, with John William St Clair a customer of hers when she was the madam of an Austin brothel. The pair of then had three silent financial backers. Kristina was the one who managed the club as the other owners respected her ability and had no complaints about the profits she was generating. Kristina attended all the orgies or as many as she could to supervise the staff and ensure a successful orgy. She occasional participated in some sex so long as it did not shortchange any member's enjoyment at the orgies. Consequently unlike the rest of the staff she was naked as she mingled amongst the orgy participants.

Kristina's main skill in managing the club was her ability to defuse potential disasters to ensure an enjoyable experience for all participants at an orgy. She was also quick on her feet to address any problem and provide solutions. 

After hearing the complaints and quickly accurately assessing the situation she had already formulated in her mind a plan to satisfy everyone and their needs. After giving some instructions to a staff member, she approached the table and addressed the male crowd:

"Gentlemen, please give Pamela and Sally a chance to eat their meal, as they are no doubt famished after previous activity."

Everyone chuckled knowingly as Kristina continued:

"I am sure we can settle the next activities here to everyone's satisfaction. I need to have a brief discussion with Pamela and Sally, so in the meantime would you gentlemen assemble with the other ladies at the refreshment tables. I have ordered a special drink for you all, which contains potent restorative powers that I guarantee you will appreciate."

As the men obeyed Kristina's directions, she turned to Sally and Pamela and greeted:

"Hi Sally, I am pleased to see you here again. Hi Pamela, I am Kristina Vargas, one of the owners and manager of the Texas Love Ranch. I was informed by your mother that you would be here as her birthday gift to you. I am truly honored to meet you as I am a fan especially of your music. I trust you have enjoyed yourself so far?"

Pamela looked at Kristina and was suitably impressed. Kristina provoked an impression of an imposing and powerful woman even though she was naked. Kristina was forty years of age and had a voluptuous figure which most younger twentyish females would envy. Her Hispanic features complimented and enhanced her total gorgeous female package. She was absolutely alluring but male members attending orgies were instructed not to hit on her no matter the temptation as she would make her own choices at an orgy.

Kristina was the quintessential sexual hedonist and viewed the ability to participate in an orgy as a perk to owning the TLR. However her business acumen dictated that she not dominate an orgy which would tend to discourage or worse infuriate paying female members. Thus the forbearance rule imposed on male members with regards to Kristina's availability. 

When Kristina did participate in an activity at an orgy, it was usually to make up for a required female presence; usually occasioned where too many women were satisfying fewer men leaving some male participants without a female partner. Kristina made herself so available and she took on simultaneously as many men as necessary to leave no one ever without a sexual partner. Kristina's prowess in satisfying a man was such that even when she was taking on five men at once no man in the group felt deprived.

In this orgy, assuming her sexual presence would not be needed, Kristina had arranged to be serviced by Black Jack throughout the night once his duties were finished and she was not needed as well. Black Jack was a member who normally paid like other members when attending an orgy. However as only a minority of members wished to indulge in BDSM play, the club provided BDSM activity strictly upon request and scheduled accordingly. Thus the Master of the Dungeon or the Dominatrix would be commissioned to service the needs of such members according to demand. For such commission the Master or Dominatrix would receive no remuneration but would not have to pay either. They were also not entitled to participate in the regular activities of the orgy; it being presumed that the opportunity of acting out their sadistic desires was reward in of itself. So the anticipated pleasure of soon dallying with Black Jack's splendid manhood was lodged in the back of Kristina's mind, when Pamela answered: 

"Please to meet you as well and yes I have enjoyed myself immensely. I couldn't wish for a better gift for my eighteenth birthday. So thoughtful of my mother"

Kristina burst out laughing at the saucy response and added:

"Judging by the bruises and welts on your juicy bottoms, I can imagine how much fun you had under the hands of Black Jack. Oh dear forgive me for my pun. I must say I've never seen any uglier bruises or welts nor have I seen asses more reddish-purple in color than your poor abused bummies. It looks like this sight has excited the men here and it looks like everyone wants a piece of you."

"Oh my!" was the only response from Pamela.

"Do you girls want to take all of these guys on?"

"What all of them? Now? All at once?"

"No! No! Not all at once. But consecutively one by one. A gangbang in other words. Do you think you can fuck twenty-four men in a row? Would you enjoy it?"

Sally piped in:

"Oh yes I would love to be fucked by twenty-four men in a row nonstop. They say variety is the spice of life."

Both Pamela and Kristina laughed at Sally's droll application of this cliché. Kristina asked:

"What about you Pamela? Do you think you can handle twenty-four men?"

"Well I am young. If Sally can do it then surely I can do it. I hate to think I would be outdone by an old woman. " Kristina snorted:

"Old woman? I am older than both of you. I am forty years old and I know I am in my sexual prime. I can teach a thing or two to you two youngsters. No matter. The two of you seem to have become buds. Therefore would you like to share a room? Do you want to engage in couple fucking...a couple fucking gangbang?"

Sally gushed:

"Couple fucking gangbang? Oh yes I think I would like that. What about you Pamela?"

"Sure I'm down for that."

"OK, I can arrange for the two of you to have the largest bedroom containing the biggest bed. I'll arrange a pair of men to visit you each hour starting at 8:00 PM and consequently by 8:00 AM next morning you would have done all 24 men of this orgy. Do you two think you have the stamina for this adventure?"

Pamela snorted:

"Piece of cake. Or should I say lots and lots of pieces of tail? What about you old lady? Think you can handle all that male meat?"

Sally retorted:

"If you call me old lady one more time I swear I'll bash you. I'll be fine. Just be sure you don't wilt."

The two women were giggling confidently anticipating at what was to transpire. Kristina was reassured of their capacity. She then said:

"OK then. It is up to you what you will do with the visiting men, but I trust all will enjoy. Sally you know where the Blue Room #1 is located so go there after you have finished eating. The first two men will come at 8 o'clock so you should have a little time to prepare yourselves. Ciao for now and I will now go talk to the men and get things set up."

Kristina then went to the refreshment table area where all the men as well as the women had gathered. She addressed the crowd: "Gentlemen, it has come to my attention that every one of you would like to fuck Pamela Rose, our special TLR's guest."

Spontaneously the men indicated their agreement to the assertion by chanting:

"Pamela! Pamela! Pamela..."

Overhearing Pamela giggled but as they had finished their meal, both she and Sally left to enter Blue Room #1. Kristina holding up her hand to quiet the rowdy cheer, continued: 

"Now I have talked to Pamela and she has indicated to me that she would be happy to accommodate your wishes so long as you don't pester her for an autograph as well."

Laughter erupted as Kristina continued:

"Now Pamela has befriended Sally Browning whose charms some of you have previously enjoyed. Both of them have expressed a desire to fuck in tandem which I trust none of you will object to. Pamela and Sally have now gone to Blue Room #1 where they will share the bed. Starting soon, precisely at 8:00 PM, and on every hour thereafter a pair of you gentlemen will visit the two ladies for an hour. What happens during that hour will be up to the four participants keeping in mind that the club rules apply: no coercion only 100% consensual sex." The men started chanting again as Kristina held up her hand to put an end to the raucus cheering so she could continue:




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 04



"Now bearing in mind we have 22 other ladies here whose charms I am sure you gentlemen do not wish to neglect, the logistics of this evening/morning activity is as follows: I have a hat for drawing of tickets by the gentlemen and another hat for drawing by the ladies. Each hat has 19 tickets marked corresponding to the nineteen bedrooms available for occupation. So each bedroom will be occupied by the couple who draw the tickets for the room. In the ladies' hat there are three additional tickets each simply marked with an 'X'. The ladies drawing those tickets will remain here to carry on as they normally would. In the gentlemen's hat there are five additional tickets marked 'X-1' to 'X-5'. Those gentlemen drawing 'X-1' and 'X-2' will be the first pair to visit Pamela and Sally at 8:00 PM. Those gentlemen drawing 'X-3' and 'X-4'will be the pair that visit Pamela and Sally at 9:00 PM., and up to 9:00 PM they will remain here to entertain the ladies drawing the 'X' tickets. The gentleman who draws ticket marked 'X-5' will visit Pamela and Sally at 10:00 PM along with a gentleman summoned from one of the bedrooms. Thereafter the pairs to visit Pamela and Sally will obviously come from the bedrooms and continue until the last pair will start at 7:00 AM. The order from the bedrooms will be random even I don't know the order.

Those of you in the bedrooms will be summoned to visit by music. At approximately twenty-five minutes before the hour if you are next, you will hear David Rose's 'The Stripper'. The lady must quit the room as soon as possible- leeway is allowed to complete whatever you might have been doing- to this room to join whatever activity might be happening here as desired. The man then will remain and relax in the room to wait his summons. Each room has a restorative drink for the man to imbibe. You have each already had a sample and I am certain that you can sense that your libido is perkier than when you took the drink. I can advise that these restorative drinks are a secret recipe containing proven aphrodisiacs. I can also advise that TLR has had this drink tested and I can assure it is safe to drink with no harmful side effects.

When you hear the William Tell Overture or aka The Lone Ranger Theme, this would be your cue to visit Pamela and Sally. When you leave your room please change the sign on the door from 'occupied' to 'free'. After you are finished with your visit you are to return to this room. You will hear the music of 'Taps' in Pamela and Sally's room to indicate the end of your visit and you will have five minutes to quit. This room then will occupy as your normal public orgy room throughout the evening/morning. As time passes you can make whatever arrangements you desire to utilize the rooms that have become free. Any questions?" 

There were virtually no questions as there was a consensus of belief that the evening would prove to be exciting and enjoyable. This was just an example of Kristina's talent of avoiding disaster and keeping everyone happy. And that is why the TLR was becoming the premier sex club for the swingers community. The activity then proceeded as Kristina had outlined. 

When Pamela and Sally entered Blue Room #1 they had time to arrange the room to their satisfaction. They psyched themselves both mentally and physically to prepare to fuck for twelve hours consecutively. In addition they discussed between themselves as to how to actually proceed to derive maximum pleasures. 

So when the first pair entered the room and introduced themselves as Nick and Rob, they found Pamela and Sally each on their knees sitting on their heels on the heavy carpeted floor with their backs resting against the foot of the bed. After the men had identified themselves, Sally responded in her sexiest voice:

"Oh my! I can see what magnificent cocks you boys possess. Nice and big and thick too! Oh yes I will enjoy your cocks in my pussy...in my ass as well. But for now, why don't one of you shut me up. I cannot talk with a big cock in my mouth. I am sure neither of you are interested in my talking....glub, glub..."

And Nick was the one who slipped his cock into Sally's willing mouth to commence the indirect request for fellatio. Pamela managed to say:

"As Sally said I can't talk with my mouth full of cock and I don't feel like talking...", and Rob slipped his cock into her mouth. 

Sally had definitely become quite adept in giving head. She slowly and languorously moved her head up and down to slide Nick's cock in and almost out of her mouth. She allowed his cock sufficiently out so that the end tip was resting on her puffy swollen lower lip. With her tongue she licked the cockhead thoroughly but carefully so as not to drop his cock from her lip. Then she submerged his cock again in her oral cavity to repeat the cock sucking cycle. She curled her right hand behind his back to stroke his buttocks as well as his inner thighs. With her left hand she caressed his sac and balls, occasionally squeezing them gently.

The one thing that Sally truly excelled in blow jobs was her ability to deep throat. Up to now Black Jack's cock was the only one she had failed to swallow whole but she knew she would ultimately succeed there as well given another decent opportunity. Men that were well endowed were always surprised by this particular prowess by Sally since they seldom encountered other females who could emulate this. So Nick's cock presented no problem for Sally, and he would have been disconcerted had he known as he was proud of his package.

Sally genuinely delighted in performing fellatio. The sound of her moans and grunts were of such quality that there was no doubt of her joy. This also caught most of Sally's partners by surprise, since they tended to believe that women gave head only in sufferance as opposed to actually enjoy the practice. She giggled when Nick's pubic hair tickled her face each time she had his rod completely in her mouth, which in turn reinforced the impression that she was in ecstasy. By Sally's antics, Nick could not prevent his ejaculation as he soon flooded Sally's oral cavity with his copious sperm.

Because of the age disparity, Pamela obviously was less sexually experienced than Sally, but what she lacked in technique was made up by her unbridled raw enthusiasm. Now Sally was as wanton a female as any randy male could desire, but Pamela's enjoyment of sex originated from a different impetus. She certainly enjoyed her celebrity and stardom and had justifiable pride in her artistic talents. However there was that nagging feeling floating in her subconscious of the artificiality of her success. 

Ever since she could remember, her mother was at her, grooming her to be the star she had become. Although she intellectually knew she had innate talents, nevertheless she could not discount the hard work she was required to undergo to take advantage of her potential. Furthermore, she had been unnerved by her mother's assertion that her career could quickly go down the drain by the vagaries of changing public tastes, and in such case all her talents and all her hard work would be all for naught.

When Pamela became sexually active she felt she owned her pleasures. In contrast to her career, she did not have to pursue arduous training to enjoy sex. Nor was there any need of public approval to validate her abilities in the matter of sex. So for Pamela, unlike most females, "no strings attached" sex was absolutely desirous. Her career sapped her energies so she could not bother with contemplating love. Nor could she envision an exclusive affair or relationship as her ego and her successful career could not countenance domination by a man. It was bad enough to have to put up with her mother. Thus only a promiscuous lifestyle made sense to her and besides her inner nature was prone to it in any case.

Pamela's sucking of Rob's cock was not as smooth as Sally's technique on Nick but Pamela's enthusiasm made up for such deficiency. Pamela's enjoyment of fellatio was just as strong as Sally's but she was rougher. Pamela would get so carried away with her pleasures that occasionally she would bite down on Rob's cock. Occasionally her bite was so hard that Rob yelped in pain. Rob was cognizant of Pamela's passion so he did not voice a protest. He actually reveled in her bites believing she had an actual fancy towards him and considering her fame his ego was duly boosted.

Rather than grunt and groan like Sally, Pamela squeaked and squealed during her blow job. Like Sally Pamela was most determined in deep throating. Given her attitude towards sex and her personality, she was of the view that if she was not prepared to take a cock whole in her mouth, she could not see otherwise the point of doing it. When Pamela finally achieved full capture of Rob's cock in her mouth, she started shaking her head letting his cock slip and slide in her mouth. She acted just like a dog with a bone. To perfect such imagery she actually growled!

This was too much for Rob as instantly his sperm exploded from his testes and flooded Pamela's throat and mouth. As it happened, his ejaculation coincided with Nick's in Sally's mouth. When their cocks slipped out of the mouths of their female partners, the girls each sported a huge satisfactory grin. Then the girls turned towards each other and started French kissing. After they broke off the kiss, Pamela twisted her body so that she lowered her head to rest on Sally's lap. Sally bent down and opened her mouth to allow a stream of cum flow down to enter Pamela's open mouth.

After a little while Sally abruptly closed her mouth causing the stream of cum to collapse and splatter on Pamela's face. Sally tilted her head backwards and gulped down and swallowed all the cum retained in her mouth. Then cradling Pamela's head with her hands, she bent down and with her tongue pushed the errant cum on Pamela's face towards the open mouth. Once most of the cum was directed into Pamela's mouth, Sally licked and slurped up the last vestiges of cum still remaining on Pamela's face. 

Pamela visibly swallowed all the cum in her mouth, in the meantime. The girls then maneuvered themselves to their original position and facing the guys opened their mouths wide to display evidence of their complete ingestion of the ejaculate. 

The eroticism and sheer wantonness of Pamela and Sally caught Nick and Rob completely off guard, and their cocks hardened again despite the very recent ejaculations. The ever vigilant Sally, noticing the new erections, smiled and gushed:

"My! My! My! You boys seemed to have liked what you have seen. I also can see you are ready for some cunt fucking, and speaking for myself I am happy to oblige. At this moment I would like to do you Rob, so why don't you hop into the bed and I will ride your splendid, hard, yummy cock."

Rob naturally complied lying flat on his back on the bed. Sally mounted him and rode his cock facing him but upright. Wordlessly Pamela got on the bed beside Rob. Still feeling the effects of the spanking she pulled a pillow to place under her still burning tender ass. With a pillow under her head she spread her legs and beckoned Nick with crooked finger to come fuck her missionary style, As Nick obliged Pamela wrapped her legs behind him and unmindful of her sore bottom moved her hips in unison to his thrusts. The copulation was intense but given the recent fellatio experience the guys were not in danger of premature ejaculation despite the raw sex lust exuded by the girls. For this point Pamela and Sally had concocted a previous agreement and pursuant to the same Sally gasped out:

"Oh Pamela honey I am close but I need a cock in my ass. Could I borrow Nick?"

Pamela replied again as previously agreed and grunted a reply:

"No problem Sally. Nick baby, Sally has an itchy ass. Can you oblige? Just get off me and service her. I am OK with that."

As the girls had agreed to do this beforehand, Pamela had her passion under control and was able to interrupt her own sexual play and forgo her needs for the moment. Nick had no problem in complying with the request, so he left Pamela to attend to Sally. She stopped her movements to allow Nick to penetrate her rectum. Once she was fully doubly penetrated, Sally sighed and declared: 

"Oh fuck that feels so good! Just fuck me boys. Fuck me good. Fill me up with your big cocks. Yeah that's it. That's good. Keep fucking me. Keep fucking me until I scream."

Sally on her own accord was moving her hips to take full advantage of the pleasure of two penetrating cocks in her body. Instinctively Nick and Rob were moving in sync causing the pleasing effect of the friction in both of Sally's canals to spread throughout her body; driving her to supreme ecstasy. 

In the meantime, Pamela crawled over and she positioned herself so she could to lick the genitals of all three of them during the double penetration fucking. Pamela's tongue produced an unique exquisite feeling to the men's minds already excited by awareness of their part in Sally's double penetration. In addition to the licking Pamela was using her hands to caress each man's balls. Pamela's actions in no way impeded the progress of the fucking but simply enhanced the enjoyment. Sally had reached a new level of sexually ecstasy and her newly found euphoria compelled her to utter phrases such as:

"Oh fuck that's good! Fuck that pussy Ron! Fuck that ass Nick! Yeah! Oh yeah...Oh God that's so fucking good! Harder boys. Oh yeah...!"

All these words were accompanied by animalistic grunts leaving no doubt as to Sally's acute and focused awareness of her part in the sexual activity. As soon as she sensed both of her orifices receiving hot cum, it triggered her climax and she exploded into her own orgasm. She absolutely screamed her pleasure extremely loudly again leaving no doubt as to her ecstasy. 

As Nick and Rob disengaged from Sally, Pamela had returned to her former spot on the bed and assumed her missionary position. As soon as Sally's body was free of the cocks, she crawled over to Pamela and straddled her trunk over Pamela's face. Sally then parted the folds of her labia lips and forced the cum to ooze out and dribble into Pamela's open mouth.

As Nick and Rob looked on they detected that some urine discharged from Sally's urethra and spilled into Pamela's mouth as well. Then to their utter astonishment they saw Sally turn around and squat her ass directly unto Pamela's face. She farted three times obviously deliberately, and pushed the contained sperm in her anal canal out to flow into Pamela's accepting mouth. After the third spurt, Pamela lifted her face to lick Sally's ass hole and ass crack clean. 

This hot, erotic, kinky sight inspired new hard erections on Nick and Rob. This time Pamela noticed the same and after licking her lips in satisfaction declared:

"My! My! My! You boys seem to be ready for some more action. I believe it is my turn to be pleasured by your two very hard cocks. So Rob since you had Sally's cunt, it is only fair you have my ass. So why don't you lie down right here and I will plant my ass hole on to your magnificent hard luscious cock."

By these directions, Pamela moved away to allow Rob to lie on his back in the center of the bed. Pamela initially standing over Rob's crotch with her back to him lowered her torso. Reaching behind her, she grabbed his cock and guided it into her anus. Once impaled, she leaned back and spread her thighs, beckoning Nick to fuck her. Once Nick penetrated her cunt, Pamela wrapped her arms behind his back and her legs behind his buttocks. Then the double penetrating fucking began; sending Pamela into undreamed ecstasy. She had never previously imagined such sexual activity but now engaged in it she performed like a veteran.

Having two cocks in her simultaneously was definitely a novel experience for Pamela, but she had no notion that it was unnatural. She reveled in the double pleasure and sensed she had the capacity for even more. So Pamela beckoned Sally who instinctively knew what Pamela needed. Sally moved and positioned herself standing to the side. She bent her legs and held the folds of her labia apart so that Pamela by adjusting her head, was able to reach out and start licking Sally's cunt and clit to her heart's content.

The stimulation of her nether regions, the sounds everyone was making and the distinctive smells emanating from the sexual activity all combined to send Pamela into a super nova of an orgasm. Because she had her mouth, lips and tongue glued on to Sally's genitals she could only scream out a very muffled shriek, but her body shook and shivered to leave no doubt as to the passionate feelings she was experiencing. The high of her orgasm endured for quite some like an eternity in her mind. 

Sally had climaxed as well causing her female juices to spill over Pamela's face but Pamela was oblivious to any discomfort by it. All four participants had climaxed simultaneously and as a result when they disengaged they remained in a concentrated sexual haze. The men marveled that they had ejaculated three times within a half hour. Given that they were both past forty, they would have previously thought such stamina would be beyond them.

After this coupling all four fell into a sexual haze and enjoyed the lull from the intense sexual exertions. However despite no spoken suggestions they maneuvered into a more or less passive sexual byplay. They formed a human square on the bed. Nick and Rob lay parallel to each other at the side edges of the bed but in opposite directions. Nick's head was close to the headboard whereas Rob's head was closer to the foot end of the bed. Pamela was positioned at the headboard so that she was sucking Rob's cock while her cunt was available for Nick to eat. Sally was at the foot of the bed sucking Nick's cock and having her pussy attended to by Rob's tongue.

There wasn't a sense of urgency to this four way oral sex play. None of them focused their minds on what they were doing instead they just were participating absent mindlessly; something like when one is treading water before preparing to swim purposefully. Nonetheless when "Taps" was sounded in the room to signify the end of the session both Nick and Rob ejaculated into the mouths of their female partner. The ejaculation was then their fourth in less than an hour; a feat they certainly had not previously contemplated possible. After the session with Nick and Rob, in accordance with the scheme outlined by Kristina, Pamela and Sally were visited hourly by pairs of men, until all of the males of the orgy were accommodated. Pamela and Sally subsequently learnt that they were the first females at a TLR orgy to have accomplished the feat of fucking each and every male orgy participant. 

Although obviously not aware of such particular distinction at that time, the girls' minds did recognize and appreciate that they were in a unique sexual marathon. That mental acknowledgment coupled with their actual physical exertions produced sufficient adrenaline in them to maintain an illusion of freshness and eagerness throughout the night.

Pamela and Sally betrayed no sign of fatigue or especially of boredom of the kind professional prostitutes are prone to with their customers. Pamela and Sally greeted each pair of visitors with innovative and provocative situations that got each hourly session started on an exciting steamy sensual footing.

A good start invariably secured the ensuing satisfaction for the entire session for the participants. Even those men at the end of the list, although knowingly participating in sloppy, soggy seconds of Pamela and Sally, were thrilled. The sloppy soggy seconds of Pamela and Sally were more sexually exciting than fresh offerings from uninspiring females.

Pamela's super gorgeous beauty plus her fame made her as alluring and tempting as any female could possibly be to a heterosexual male. But Sally although clearly not as physically beautiful as Pamela and merely a dull school teacher to boot, still had her own sexual appeal that was just as irresistible. Her unabashed enthusiasm and unfettered joy in sex made up for her lack of the artificiality of appeal based on appearance alone.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 05



After Kristina had set the schedule for the balance of the orgy, she felt she could now relax. So she went to collect Black Jack to have him pleasure her for the rest of the night while Pamela and Sally entertained the male attendees. This was the first time she was able to schedule fucking Black Jack, and she was looking forward to it.

Kristina Vargas had come a long way to become the owner of America's premier sex club for swingers. She grew up in the extremely rough and dangerous slums of Houston, Texas and was a $1 per trick prostitute at the age of thirteen. Despite such an unpromising beginning and being forced out of school she had a shrewd and sharp mind that allowed her not only to survive but to thrive.

Although by necessity she was under control of pimps until she was sixteen she never cowered to them. In fact one of her pimps allowed her to take time off to educate herself. Kristina knew she had no chance without improving her mind. Thus throughout her teenage years in all her spare time she haunted the public libraries in Houston, constantly improving her mind and her knowledge. With her determination, using her whiles she was even able to gain access to the libraries in the schools of higher learning located in Houston. 

She had to set her own pace but she had the instinct to educate herself economically and effectively. When she was eighteen she wrote GED exams and acquired a high school diploma. She continued her self education and once she moved to Austin, she started taking classes periodically from the University of Texas. She eventually earned a BA in political science and economics while still continuing to earn money in the oldest profession. By sixteen years of age she had the resolve and confidence to rid herself of control by the pimps. She no longer had to surrender any part of her income. She was able to establish her independence without experiencing any retaliation; and in fact she continued to enjoy protection of the pimps against the dangers inherent in street prostitution. 

Kristina managed her money very effectively that when she was twenty-one she moved to Austin and opened up a brothel and called it "Capital Delights". She was proudly able to declare that Capital Delights was the authentic "best little whorehouse in Texas".

Kristina had been a successful prostitute because of her enthusiasm. Unlike most prostitutes especially the street whores, she genuinely took pleasure in sex so that she never appeared bored or jaded with her "Johns". She was not repulsed by the appearance of her customers either or at least never betrayed any sign that she was repulsed. She always made her "johns" feel that fucking them was her greatest desire. 

Although her customers intellectually suspected that Kristina's antics were simply a pretense on her part, nevertheless they appreciated the effort and care she gave in to servicing them. Even when she was on the streets she was able to develop a reliable number of regular customers that allowed her to earn a substantial income compared to her peers despite working less time.

As the madam of her own house of prostitution, Kristina instilled these same principles in her girls. She pointed out that for prostitution to succeed as a business it is governed by the same rules and principles that make any business succeed. You must be able to sell a product or service that customers want or desire and you must keep your customers happy. If you have no customers or lose your customers you have no business.

Thus, her girls were desirable and always provided good service. Having established such a reputation, Capital Delights was a success almost right from the start. At age of twenty-two she had a very lucrative income and her good fortune was especially remarkable considering that most of the females she had known at the time she had started whoring were by now dead either due to drugs or diseases; some were even homicide victims.

One of her most important customer of Capital Delights became her lover at first and then turned out to be a lifelong friend as well as a good business partner. He was John William St Clair. St Clair was a state senator from Dallas. He was from an extremely wealthy family who had old money from oil and along with his second wife; they were one of the most prominent married couple in Dallas. 

On recommendation from a friend he visited Kristina's brothel during her third year of operation. He was 51 at that time and she was 23. By this time her brothel was so well established that on the night he first attended, all the girls were booked solid throughout the evening.

The situation was a predicament for Kristina as the madam and owner to resolve. She knew she could not afford to disappoint a potentially powerful customer such as John William St Clair. She could not afford to piss off her established customers either. So she had a dilemma when St Clair had come because she really could not free any girl to accommodate him. 

The matter was resolved in the following manner when Kristina addressed him:

"Senator St Clair, I am Kristina Vargas the manager and owner of Capital Delights and I am honored to meet you. Unfortunately, no one had alerted me in advance of your visit or I would have made sure that proper and suitable arrangements would have been in place to entertain you as you deserve. As it happens all of our hostesses are engaged for this evening and morning so I am afraid they are truly unavailable. I am prepared to offer proper amends as I certainly do not wish to lose the opportunity of your patronage."

St Clair, disappointed but wondering about the "amends", cagily asked:

"Ah what my dear madam do you propose?"

Chuckling at the pun he no doubt intended Kristina replied:

"If you are prepared to forgo tonight I am prepared to offer a complementary appointment with the hostess of your choice at a mutually convenient time on Sunday night. If you wish for tomorrow night, I can free up an appointment for any hostess you desire since each one of them has as of now at least one appointment time free. Unfortunately since tomorrow night is Saturday I cannot make such appointment complimentary but I can provide complimentary service of food and beverage."

"Tomorrow night is impossible for me and I have to go to Dallas on Sunday. Is there nothing you can do for me tonight?"

"I do value your possible future patronage, so I am prepared to offer my companionship if that is suitable. However I would not be available until 2 AM since my duties require my attention until then. Naturally if you accept you will be entitled to complimentary food and beverage but as my time is valuable my appointment with you cannot be complimentary." 

St Clair was bemused by the euphemistic language utilized by Kristina but suspected it was a precaution on her part to spot and weed out the presence of Vice cops. It was Kristina's belief that any customer who would not go along with conducting business along the lines of such artificial language but insisted on talking bluntly was probably a vice cop wanting verbal evidence. So she would refuse such customers any of the girls. 

Thereby she would literally be able to continue a fiction that her premises were simply a social club and not a whorehouse. Now this ploy really wouldn't deter a determined vice cop but hopefully it would make subsequent prosecution of her and her business more difficult. However the main reason Kristina was able to operate her brothel without raids was that her clientele included the most prominent politicians of the City and of the State. The artificial language did though lend a greater sophistication to her business, which her prominent customers appreciated. 

Now the offer to fuck Kristina rather than one of the house girls certainly was very appealing to St Clair. Kristina was as beautiful as any one of her girls. She had luxuriant midnight black hair. Her looks and complexion had unmistakable Hispanic features and she exuded legendary Latin American smoldering passion. 

Although strictly speaking she would be considered by some to be a tad overweight (according to fashion mavens), she nevertheless had a fabulously voluptuous figure. She was especially appealing to a devotee of a substantial female derriere and of ample breasts. John William St Clair certainly was in that category.

St Clair knew he would get an instant erection were he to see her naked body. Actually he did have an erection just be seeing Kristina dressed in her provocative diaphanous red gown; which allowed tantalizing glimpses of her beautiful and delectable flesh. Kristina referred to this dress as her "madam uniform".

Yes fucking her would definitely be suitable to his desires for this evening. He was not deterred by mention of fees since he had expected to pay in coming to the premises in the first place. He certainly did not come to haggle over price as he did not mind paying so long as he was sufficiently pleasured. He was lured to this place in anticipation of great sex which was exactly lacking from his wife and from his other occasional lovers. He had no doubt that Kristina was offering phenomenal sex. However, the four hour wait before he could have Kristina was truly an unpleasant inconvenience.

Kristina saw the look of disappointment in St Clair's face, but surmising correctly the reason, she suggested:

"I am truly sorry for the four hour wait but unfortunately I have no one I can substitute to take over my duties. When this business becomes more established I'll probably get an assistant but I know this does not help us now. Now if you like you can wait in my room. It contains a TV set plus a VCR. (DVDs were not yet in vogue) I have some naughty movies available that you could watch. Actually I also have some regular movies in case you do not want to risk spoiling the possible total enjoyment I might be capable of providing."

John St Clair accepted Kristina's proposition and so he was directed to her room. Pursuant to her hint he refrained from watching any pornography so as not to lessen his full stamina for his sexual escapades with Kristina. He actually watched "My Fair Lady" which was just the ticket to lighten his mood.

The wait for Kristina was torturous for John William St Clair that night. But finally 2:00 AM did arrive and so did Kristina Vargas. As soon as Kristina entered the room John's cock sprung to attention. He was as randy as any teenage male about to have his first sexual experience. All she actually wore along with her high heels was her "madam uniform", a diaphanous red one piece dress. It was cleverly constructed just like a hospital gown for easy removal. Having kicked off her high heels, Kristina reached behind her neck and undid about five inches of a Velcro strip which was all that held her gown together. She then shucked her dress and was instantly naked. John's cock hardened some more.

Wordlessly, Kristina climbed on top of the bed, and on her knees straddled John's head. She parted the folds of her labia, and placed her bald, shaved cunt to his lips. He naturally started licking, and his cock turned rock hard. She had an intuition that this take charge action to commence their sexual activity was exactly what he desired. And she was dead right on with that surmise. John St Clair had had enough experience with prostitutes to conclude that they did not, as a rule, relish cunnilingus. The mindset of a typical professional prostitute was that sex was a job to be done efficiently. The more tricks she turns the higher her income. It is mutually understood between a john and the whore that an orgasm for the whore by cunnilingus does not constitute the completion of services that the john has paid for. Consequently, for a whore cunnilingus is a waste of precious time so would always discourage such action.

With Kristina seemingly demanding that he eat her out, John took this as a positive signal. He knew her job demanded that she please him, but by her initial action she was saying that she deemed him sufficiently desirable and able to provide her sexual pleasure notwithstanding the monetary consideration of their copulation. The enthusiasm Kristina was now displaying was beyond any excitement he had ever discerned that his wife had experienced from all the sex they had had. Such notion provided a euphoric episode for John. He had seldom performed cunnilingus on his wife and on his other lovers, mainly because they acted like they were indulging his pleasure, rather than the other way around. However, with Kristina it was very evident that what he was doing to her was much appreciated. 

This thinking had a happy snowball rolling down a hill effect. The more he perceived she enjoyed his tongue action the more inspired was he to be more passionate. The more passionate John became the more enthusiastic Kristina became.

Indeed Kristina had placed her hands on the wrought iron headboard to steady herself. It allowed her to move her hips to ensure that his tongue reached all the places she wished it to reach. 

Kristina was a rare prostitute who did care enough to provide the maximum pleasure to her customers. She was especially inspired to perform for the customers she had an instant affinity for. John William St Clair without a doubt was a superior man that she certainly could appreciate. Not only was she aware of his reputation as a solid man, but the way he interacted with her reinforced his virtues in her eyes. 

So although she was a professional prostitute, having had sex with countless men, she nevertheless was not so jaded in sex. She was genuinely thrilled when a man of the quality of John William St Clair was her sexual partner.

As a result Kristina was grunting and squeaking as he was providing delicious sensations with his tongue on her cunt. She felt a burning fire consume her entire body which caused her to perspire profusely. Her passion was the only explanation for her sweat since in reality there was very little physical exertion she had expended during the oral sex. And then she climaxed!

Kristina's orgasm was genuine and sincere. John St Clair had no doubts on that score. There was no artificiality in her reaction. She hyperventilated with a fierceness that obviously went beyond any possible fakery. Her sweating was so profuse he felt some of the droplets that had fallen on his head and shoulders. Most telling of all was the copious amount of her female juices which she produced and that he had the pleasure of slurping up.

As Kristina started calming down from her orgasm, she regained her sense of purpose. 

So she gasped out:

"Senator St Clair...'

John interrupted her:

"John, please call me John. I hope you don't mind if I'll call you Kristina." John William St Clair was already enchanted by Kristina and her sexuality. Consequently his mind demanded such conversation intimacy to disguise the fact that their sex in reality was a john-whore paid for copulation.

Kristina replied, still in her gasping voice: 

"Certainly John, Kristina is my true name in case you're wondering. Anyway I'm a full service girl; I'll do anything you wish. All you have to do is ask. Right now I'd like to suck on your magnificent manhood. So if that's OK with you, I need to ask that when you cum in my mouth do you wish me to keep it so we can share in a snowball kiss? Otherwise if that is not something you wish to experience I'll simply swallow your, no doubt, tasty man juice."

John's sexual excitement went on overload. He had never in his sexual history, done anything like what she was suggesting. He probably would have an aversion to this activity from any other female; especially his wife, but with Kristina he felt compelled to accede.

So he simply replied:

"Oh yes a snowball kiss please. And please do a '69' as I want your ass as well this time."

Kristina sported a genuine wicked smile. Having regained control of her panting, she replied in her sultry sexiest voice:

"Oh John, I knew you were the man to have some real fun with."

Kristina turned round and adjusted her torso to allow him easy and comfortable access to her nether orifices. He had one arm wrapped underneath one of her thighs, and the other arm over the other thigh which allowed him to easily manipulate her cunt lips or ass cheeks as he desired. She curled her feet around his head. The sole of one of her left foot was touching his left ear and the ankle of her other foot was brushing against his hair. The intimate closeness of the bottom half of her body to his brain produced a sexual nirvana that he had seldom experienced.

Kristina had adorned herself with an entrancing perfume. The fragrance was subtle not overpowering; but extremely sexually exciting. When he was eating her out that first time, her perfume was the distinct aroma he was most aware of. With the production of her female juices from her orgasm, her musky female natural scent took over. 

Although he could still detect the pleasant redolence of her perfume, he relished the smell of her female essence. It inspired him to perform a rigorous tongue action on both of her holes.

Kristina had bent down for the fellatio. She tentatively licked his cockhead before she swallowed his cock whole. She then started a steady deep throat action on his rod. Her pace was extremely slow and languorous movement up and down the entire length of his shaft.

She increased her pace in subtle increments. Her pace and style of giving head' reminded him of Ravel's "Bolero" where the music was simply a repetitious crescendo of one theme. And just like the music, John became increasingly aroused until he hit the highest climax.

When he ejaculated it was extremely volatile and very voluminous. However, Kristina, the consummate sex partner, was able to capture it all, except for a few drops she was compelled to ingest. When he finished erupting, she got off him, and hovered over him. Knowing his part, with some trepidation he opened his mouth wide. Then she opened her mouth to transfer a flow of his semen from her mouth to his. As the flow ended she bent down to kiss him and slurp up any errant sperm around his lips.

Then she disengaged from him so he could raise himself to a sitting position. As soon as he was upright Kristina climbed onto his lap and embraced him tightly to commence their cum swapping kiss. The continuous exchange of cum while they were kissing was without a doubt his most erotic experience to date. He retained his erection throughout the kiss. This was the start of the most exciting sexual experience he had ever enjoyed.

The sex was mind blowing!!!! There was an outstanding and unbelievable chemistry between them. Although she had indicated she would do anything he desired, he was content to follow her lead. Her suggestions were always more exciting than anything he could conceive.

The level of passion with each subsequent lovemaking went way beyond a typical "john" and whore coupling. Kristina proved to be more exciting and hotter than anything he had ever imagined even in his wildest and sexiest fantasy. He spilled his seed five times in her vagina before dawn; a feat of stamina and a potency that he had seldom achieved if at all.

The most intriguing aspect of the sex with Kristina was her hygiene practice. After completion of either vaginal or anal coitus, and during the mutual afterglow, she would fill a metal bowl with warm water, and with soap and cloth she would thoroughly wash his cock and balls as well as her genitals. 

The completion of the cleaning ritual would consist of her taking an eye dropper and filling it with fresh clean warm water. Then placing the tip point of the eye dropper directly over the hole of his penis, she squeezed the rubber bulb forcing the water to travel into his urethra.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 05



The sensation of the warm water coursing in his urethra was an exquisite pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced. In his mind the thrill produced from these squirts was so sensational that it was in of itself worth the price of her fee.

When he described his reaction and the value he placed on it to her, she laughed and scoffed:

"I am not sure I can consider this as a compliment. Your pleasure could mean that I must be discounting my services drastically if the mere cleaning of your cock can be deemed to have the value of the fee I charge. On the other hand if the value for the cleaning of your cock does indeed match my fee than it follows that my other services are worthless and that does not speak highly of my skill as a courtesan."

St Clair burst out laughing at Kristina's witty reply. He became a regular client of Kristina's brothel and although he occasionally sampled the other girls he mainly asked for Kristina. She charged more and was hardly ever available before 2 AM even on Sunday nights because her Madam duties took precedence. 

For St Clair she was worth those inconveniences, as without a doubt the sex with her was the best sex he ever had in his life. Most of the other customers of the brothel were not prepared to accept such inconveniences so that Kristina was seldom required for service. As a result Kristina and John St Clair commenced an unorthodox almost mutually exclusive sexual relationship. John William St Clair's father and both of his grandfathers had died in their forties of heart disease. Consequently his adult children and his second wife had the unshakeable belief that the same fate would befall on St Clair. That fear or dread or perhaps hope did not dissipate as he passed his 50th birthday despite his never having experienced any heart problem to date. Instead they were more convinced than ever that he would keel over any moment. That notion was so ingrained in his wife's mind that whenever they slept together in the same bed, if she awakened first, she would automatically check his pulse to ascertain if he was still alive.

The annoying aspect of this for St Clair was that his children did not even attempt to disguise their greed. They even had the effrontery to discuss with him how they were intending to spend their share of the inheritance. Whenever they asked for money and if St Clair would deny their request they would invariably reply:

"You know Dad that you can't take it with you. You sure can spare the little I'm asking for."

His wife was not much better as she constantly wanted to spend more beyond her most generous allowance. His children and wife did not have exact knowledge of his total worth. However because of the mutual bank accounts and the necessity of his wife's signature on most significant financial transactions he could not easily hide or disguise significant expenditures.

They had an uncanny awareness whenever he made extraordinary purchases and they always inquired as to its nature when such occurred. They were so attuned to the way he was spending money that he had difficulty to even keep secret the money he was spending on his brothel visits.

The more he became acquainted with Kristina Vargas, the more he wanted her. He would have loved to set her up as his well paid, exclusive mistress, however to do this he knew he would have to match or even exceed her income from her prostitution business. Otherwise she would be foolish to accept any other arrangements with him. 

He was wealthy enough to effortlessly afford such an outlay of monies, but he could not see how he could keep such a large expenditure of money a secret from his family. If he were to make Kristina his mistress, he knew that the shit would hit the proverbial fan. He had no doubt that his children would take some kind of legal action and his wife would start divorce proceedings. The hassles and scandals were just not worth it. So he had to be content with just seeing her exclusively at the brothel and contend with her hectic schedule. 

Despite the fact that Kristina was a professional prostitute he did not disrespect her. He did not betray any feeling of revulsion at her lifestyle and instead complimented her on all her significant attributes. In addition to the great sex he was enjoying he treasured her companionship. 

After a couple of years, Kristina was able to train a trusted girl named Heidi Floss, to assist her so that she could now and then offer John all night service commencing as early as 8 PM. He took advantage of the extra time by occasionally taking her out on dates, but even then, she demanded payment of her normal fees for each time they were together. Despite the monetary conditions, nevertheless, in his mind he enjoyed and pursued ostensibly an old fashioned torrid but illicit love affair. 

Eventually after some years he convinced her to take a week off so he could take her on a vacation. Given her background, she was frugal and was haunted by a constant fear of falling back into poverty and despair. As Heidi had turned out to be completely reliable and as capable as her, Kristina was able to accept the vacation offer with some confidence. 

Unbeknownst to Kristina, St Clair had obtained a passport for her so that the vacation turned out to be three days in Paris and four days in Venice. Needless to say Kristina was overwhelmed by St Clair's extravagant devotion to please her. For the first time in her life she felt like a normal woman.

Kristina was absolutely delighted with the attention John William St Clair lavished on her. Her peculiar relationship with him was the closest thing to romance she had ever experienced. She could sense that he was actually falling in love with her and she was truly grateful for that. 

Given her station in society, her self esteem was never high to begin with and to realize she had inspired feelings of love from a man of his stature, overwhelmed her. She had no choice but to fall in love with him in return and this stirred hidden desires she had previously not been consciously aware of. Ironically this led to their only disagreement and paved the way for the beginning of the end of their romance.

One day a few months after the European vacation when she was twenty-nine years of age she advised him:

"I want to let you know John, that starting tomorrow, I am putting Heidi in charge of managing the business of the House. This will allow me to offer my services full time as one of the girls."

St Clair could not be more shocked then had she announced she was going to become a nun. His immediate response was:

"Why?"

And she replied:

"Because of our relationship, I know I owe you an explanation. But I want a promise from you that you would not reveal what I am going to tell you."

"No problem Kristina. You should realize I would never betray any secret you tell me. You know how I revere you. Actually you know I love you."

"That is so kind of you to say so, and I do truly cherish your feelings towards me. I am absolutely grateful. So you are entitled to know that I have discarded my birth control pills. I intend to try and become pregnant. I have consulted a gynecologist who has checked me thoroughly. She was able to assure me that I am totally healthy and quite capable of becoming pregnant and to give birth."

"Why do you want to give birth?"

"The obvious answer is so I can be a mother. The wonderful vacation you took me on has had a profound effect on me. While I was in Europe with you I felt like I was a real woman; a real woman who has a husband, children and runs a domestic house, not a house of ill repute. I cannot have any of those things but at least I can have a child. I admit that perhaps I am being selfish. However, I feel that if I have a child and therefore I become a mother that validates me as a person."

St Clair earnestly replied:

"I think that is a silly notion Kristina. You are without a doubt in my mind the most spectacular worthwhile and fantastic woman I have ever known. You do not have to prove yourself."

Kristina answered and elaborated:

"There are certain things that I am proud of. Not the least of it is that I am alive and not a drug addict unlike the rest of the girls I knew when I was thirteen. But never mind how much money I have made. Never mind that I have powerful connections including the Governor of the state, still I am a whore and people disdain me for that. I get that and I have no complaints.

However, if I give birth and become a mother then I feel I have at least accomplished one task that God has assigned to me, when I was born female. And no matter how many people might look down on me at least I will have one person, my child who will look up to me. My child may become ashamed of me but he will love me and be grateful for my existence. And I need to feel that."

The explanation caused St Clair to consciously realize why he was opposed to Kristina's plan to get pregnant. He was not only in love with her, but she had become the most important person in his life. He dismissed all the men that had and were fucking her as unimportant to her and to his love for her. Her business was prostitution and so he was in no position to be jealous. Besides he was confident that the other men meant nothing in her affections and he was likewise confident that she had a true regard for him. 

But all this would change when she became a mother. Then this new human being would become the most important person in her life and he would be relegated to being just another "john" in her work. And that is what annoyed him as soon as he heard Kristina's plan.

The situation was that even though he and she had this special relationship, nonetheless she still charged and extracted her prostitute's fee from him whenever they were together. Naturally he was wealthy enough that the fees were not a hindrance to him from seeing her and in fact he would be spending more money on her if she were his mistress. However the sore point was that by paying her he was no different in status than any of the other "johns" she had sex with.

When he protested and suggested that as a special lover he should not be subjected to her normal fees and he would in any case compensate for her lost revenue by special unsolicited gifts she had replied:

"Look John William St Clair, I am a whore. Because of that society frowns upon me and I am not entitled to the benefits of women who are not whores. I get that. My compensation for society's disapproval is that I receive remuneration for my sexual favors. Now if I were to forgo my fees in having sex with you on the pretext that we have a special relationship then I would be an ignorant fool. No matter how much we may love each other the fact is that you are not prepared to forsake your comfortable and honorable lifestyle to make an honest woman of me. Don't get me wrong John I don't expect you to do anything extraordinary for me. Nor do I condemn you for your inaction. So the fact of the matter is that I have to charge you to maintain my own self preservation and dignity, but it does not negate the feelings we have for each other."

Ever since that conversation St Clair realized that if he were ever to be important to Kristina he would have to overcome his cowardice and confront his family and make the alternations necessary to secure Kristina in his life. But he was not prepared to do that. It had not been a problem until now when Kristina gave notice that she now desired a basic human need i.e. genuine love. It was obvious that he had not been willing to fulfill that need. And this was the predicament he found himself as Kristina articulated her new desires. 

For her part she had an instinctive comprehension of his concerns and so she declared:

"You ought to know John that I love you. I love you in the way and in the same intensity as any woman truly loves a man. And if it does your ego any good this love I feel for you is nothing I have ever felt for any other man. I wish the circumstances were different but the fact is that I am a whore. The price I have to pay is that I cannot lead a normal life. But having a child is about the closest I can come to a 'normal life'.

So that is why my hope of getting pregnant is so important to me. For my child to have a chance in this world it is important that the father be anonymous. That is why I am not letting anyone other than you know that I am trying to get pregnant. Once I do get pregnant I shall renew my Madam duties. When I give birth I imagine none of the clients I had serviced will become curious about the paternity of my child, and I certainly have no need to know." 

St Clair seeing that Kristina was determined replied:

"I can see where you are coming from. However I believe it is important for a child to have a father. In this respect why don't you restrict your sex with me so that I become the father? I certainly would adequately support our child."

Kristina replied: 

"Bless you John, you are so kind. But there is no getting around the fact that I am a professional prostitute. Your family would never accept my child as a blood relative. It is bad enough that my child will know that I am a whore, but your family's expected rejection would have an unnecessarily extra negative psychological impact that I fear would harm his or her self esteem. To be rejected by his or her perceived 'worthwhile relatives' can only be devastating to my child's psyche."

John winced at her reply as he had to acknowledge the truth of what she was saying. He knew that his three children would refuse to acknowledge any child born out of wedlock never mind from a prostitute as a sibling. They would fight tooth and nail against any financial settlement he would make for this child. 

He replied:

"Unfortunately I believe you are absolutely right about my children. They would be furious and would abhor any attention never mind the money I would lavish on the child. But why not go to a sperm bank if you want a child so bad? At least you will have some idea of the type of man who will father your child and you can be assured of desirable heritage."

"The sperm bank is too artificial for my tastes; I prefer the old fashion method. Besides I am religious enough to believe that when man interferes with what is in the province of God then only grief will come of it. That is why I am giving myself one year to get pregnant and if I don't then I accept that it is in God's will that I am not meant to be a mother. 

As for the father to be of my child I have no problem with the clientele of my brothel. They are all worthy men and for whatever reason they utilize my services, it is none of my business nor am I curious. Certainly considering the fees we charge I like to think we screen out losers."

To this he replied: 

"But have you given any thought how your child will be treated by its peers. You know children can be very cruel to each other. When it gets out that you are a whore your child will be taunted mercilessly at school." 

Kristina replied almost matter-of-factly:

"Life is tough but any child of mine will not be a wimp. As for school I intend to home school my child. I make enough money that I can hire the best tutors and ensure a superior education so that my child will be well prepared for college."

John said:

"Yes I have no doubt that your child will not regret having you as its mother. I am sure your child will be superior in all aspects of personality and intellect to most children including my own."

Kristina responded:

"Thank you for your vote of confidence. Of course you are most welcome to fuck me during my campaign to get pregnant. Who knows maybe you will become the father after all. But be forewarned that I will not consent to any blood tests as I am determined that the sperm donor for my pregnancy will be anonymous."

To this John responded saying: 

"Oh I will definitely fuck you and when you do become pregnant I will look upon myself as the possible father. Ergo your child will have a special place in my heart no matter what."

Kristina saucily replied: 

"Oh John William St Clair you sure can spout off some pretty words that make me feel gushy. I believe you are entitled to a special reward which up to now I've never bestowed to anyone. See how wet my pussy is? You can taste it if you like. This will be a free fuck. Just stick that gorgeous magnificent man-root of yours in me. I feel this will be one of those fucks that poets love to rave about."

And so Kristina submitted to St Clair for the first time without charging him her prostitute's fee, and the sex was incredible. The next day Kristina launched into her campaign to become pregnant. Kristina was a very capable businesswoman and had managed Capital Delights so well that placing Heidi Floss in charge was not a risk of any loss of business. 

The routine of her business was well established. Capital Delights was opened seven days per week- fifty two weeks per year. The doors of Capital Delights were opened at 12 noon and remained open until 3 AM. There were seven girls including Heidi with each having her own adequate bedroom to entertain her client. Two girls were available from 12 noon to 4 PM when traffic was light and six of seven girls were available from 4 o'clock in the afternoon to the morning. This way each girl had four to five days off per month usually coinciding with their periods. If it was impossible to schedule a girl off when she was in the midst of her period the customer was always made aware of it. Luckily there were lots of men who actually got off on fucking a female in her menses so that any girl in such state had customers available to her.

During this campaign to become pregnant, Kristina's only days off from her fucking were when she did have her period. Then she took up madam duties to allow Heidi her time off. Kristina did more than her share of the 12 noon to 4 PM shift. As a result during the ensuing six months that it took for her to confirm her eventual pregnancy, she had never fucked as frequently and with so many different partners as she had ever had before in her life or afterwards for that matter.

Many years later, Kristina happened to see Maury Povich's show on TV which featured slutty girls & their various boyfriends submitting to DNA tests to determine paternity. Kristina giggled as she estimated that if she were to be a guest then Maury would have enough episodes to last several television seasons.

Despite her lifestyle, Kristina was a devout Roman Catholic who attended Mass as often as she could; and she did not feel she was a hypocrite either. As she saw it she was forced into prostitution by circumstances beyond her control. She was not one to rail against her misfortunes as she was a firm believer of the cliché "If life hands you lemons then you make lemonade". 

Thus all the sex she engaged in was part and parcel of the work she did to survive and had no relationship to sin; certainly not requiring confession. That incidentally was the real reason she charged St Clair for sex because if she didn't she could not reconcile the fact that she was party to his adultery.

She felt she was a good person and deserving of God's protection as much as the next person. Her gregarious nature disarmed her critics and so that most of her fellow parishioners that knew what she did for a living did not begrudge her attendance at Church or protest her taking communion. 

She believed in most of the Church's tenets with the major exception being the proscription of birth control. Her priests also had no objection to her attendance especially considering her generous donations and that one of them was a customer of her business. 

Her religious convictions aided her in suppressing any anxiety she might have felt about whether she would be successful in becoming pregnant. As she told St Clair she believed it was in God's hands whether she became pregnant and she was determined not to be devastated if she did not become pregnant after one year of trying. If she did not get pregnant, she would take it as a sign from God, and she would forever give up trying thereafter.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 05



Her bordello had the reputation of total commitment to hygiene so that although condoms were available seldom did any customer feel apprehensive enough to insist on using them. Thus there was no roadblock to Kristina's mission to become pregnant. Her goal to become pregnant lent her fucking a purpose which in turn caused her to be more enthusiastic than her norm in her sexual performance. 

This enthusiasm caused her to exhibit the utmost sincere joy which in turn prompted her 'johns' to give of themselves more than they would otherwise have. The customer's part in the sex was sufficient to bring out the best passion in Kristina. There was no doubt then that when Kristina was climaxing that it was a genuine orgasm.

Because of her genuine sexual enthusiasm in addition to her undeniable skill in pleasing her male partners, Kristina was in high demand despite her charging 33% higher than the other girls. Actually after the first couple of days Kristina was booked solid for the remainder of the time she spent as a call girl averaging between 12 to 16 "appointments" per day depending whether she started at noon or 4 PM. The other girls took note of Kristina's success and adjusted their styles as well to attract customers. Thus by word of mouth advertising Capital Heights became the most successful little whorehouse in Texas and Kristina had to think of expansion.

Kristina was having the time of her life and thus when she did miss her first period after almost five months of continuous sex she was reluctant to stop and put an end to the unexpected pleasures she had been enjoying. So she carried on until she missed her next period before she consulted her obstetrician/gynecologist. 

When her pregnancy then was confirmed she withdrew her services. She believed a visibly pregnant whore would be a turn off to most of her customers, but she also did not want her customers to be aware of her pregnancy. She had no desire to prompt speculation amongst her clientele as to who might be responsible for her condition.

As the business had dramatically increased she kept Heidi in charge of managing the brothel. Heidi thus was the visible management presence of Capital delights to its clientele as Kristina had plenty to do in overseeing the future of the business. She began negotiating for purchase of the adjacent property and planning construction of a hallway connecting the two buildings so that both buildings could be used in the business without an awkward separation. 

In addition the extra building was necessary for her to be able to accommodate her child. As John William St Clair became her sole lover during the remainder of her pregnancy he helped her in these negotiations and this was the beginning of a lifelong successful business partnership. She took advantage of his business acumen by following his advice for investments and was well on her way to becoming an extremely wealthy woman.

Kristina's plan was to keep herself invisible from the customers of her brothel. Unfortunately she discovered that her libido had shot up to the hot fiery level, and she craved sex more than ever. The six months mission to get pregnant where she was fucking constantly was only an appetizer of sex compared to the full course entrée sex that she now sought and needed.

So she begged John William St Clair to pleasure her and sensing her need he moved into her bedroom after he had settled his affairs in Austin. Kristina was ecstatic in her pregnancy and as John was able to accommodate her she was purring like a cat at her situation. As she felt she coerced St Clair to come to her bed for the balance of her pregnancy she felt it would be churlish of her to charge him her usual prostitute's fee. 

Her euphoria prevented her from being guilt ridden even though in the back of her mind she had to concede that she was probably sinning but she could not help it. Oh well she thought that at least her next confessional should prove to be entertaining for her priest.

John was delighted with Kristina's request to fuck her for the duration of her pregnancy and he accepted with alacrity. He concocted an excuse to his family why he had to stay in Austin for the next seven months which included skipping Thanksgiving and Christmas holidays in Dallas. 

He knew he was in for the sexual experience of his lifetime and for this he was prepared to resist his family's protests. Actually, his family was not too perturbed by his absence as all they needed him for was his money and they could always make demands by telephone. He and his wife had ceased having sex some years ago dating back to about the time he started frequenting Capital Delights. She probably had a lover by this time but he did not know nor did he care.

What really thrilled St Clair by Kristina's invitation to fuck exclusively was the fact that she was pregnant. St Clair was the father of three children (two sons; one daughter). Neither his first wife, the mother of his oldest son, nor his second wife, the mother of his two other children, allowed him to see their naked pregnant bodies. They were so self conscious of their bodies that they only allowed fucking so long as they were fully clothed. They even wore their panties as they just simply adjusted it along their thighs to allow access for his cock. They made no effort to conceal their distaste of sex while pregnant. He was so discouraged by their attitude that he could count on his fingers the amount of times he fucked his wives in total when they were pregnant.

Happily Kristina had no such reserves. She was so happy being pregnant that she glowed. Unlike a lot of pregnant women, Kristina felt pretty and she had no problem in showing off her body. Seeing Kristina's naked pregnant body was an absolute turn on for St Clair. He was happy to fuck her every day; actually he was happy to fuck her several times each day. The bigger her belly got the more excited he got and the more energetic was his fucking. He was grateful that she did not charge her as he did not have a plausible reason to explain such frequent and substantial expenditures to his family.

Nevertheless he planned on and did give her a vast sum of money as a gift for the birth. The sum totaled more than what she would have charged for all the fucking they did during those months of her pregnancy. He was able to explain to his family that it was a business investment on a risky venture and he then later advised that the investment just did not pan out. His family could not complain since occasionally some of his investments did indeed fail but he succeeded much more often than when he failed.  

With respect to Kristina's child he had mixed emotions. He knew he had fucked her at least twice during the time she would have conceived when calculating her due date. So presumably he could be the actual father. However he also was aware that during that time frame she had probably participated in more than 100 sexual acts (with almost as many different partners) of which any one of them could have been the conception event. 

So the odds were long against that her child would be of his flesh and blood. He also understood and grudgingly agreed with her rationale for keeping the identity of paternity closed. For that reason he went along with her desires and did not insist on a blood test to rule out the possibility that he was the father. Since he had not been willing to divorce his wife or risk antagonizing his children to enable him to form an honorable relationship with Kristina, he felt he had no right to speculate whether he had in fact impregnated her.

Still there remained the possibility that her child was actually sired by him. So St Clair decided that he was obligated to offer some kind of support for her child. After all every child both morally and legally is entitled to support from its father. Since this child's father would be unknown he had the justification to represent the unknown father. 

He suggested to her that he undertake to obtain and pay for the tutors for her child once he/she was ready to start his/her education. He pointed out that as he was one of the senior politicians overseeing education in Texas that he had great contacts that would assure the best possible tutors would be made available to her.

Recognizing that he really wanted to establish a permanent bond with her and as she had no objection to such desire, she readily agreed to consider his offer, most likely favorably, when the time arrived.

Aside from the time the two of them devoted to the business of the brothel and the acquisition of property, St Clair and Kristina were constantly fucking. The frequency of their sex was surprising to St Clair. Considering his age of 57-58 years he was especially proud of his stamina and potency which seemed to satisfy the seemingly insatiable sexual appetites of the pregnant Kristina. 

Looking back to their fucking St Clair without any doubt concluded it was the best sexual experience of his life; certainly the most passionate, mind blowing and the most satisfying. Kristina for her part assured St Clair it was the best sex she ever had as well. She actually thanked him and complimented him on his sexual prowess. 

He did not doubt her sincerity as he could not imagine her very vocal and visibly agitated orgasms were faked. On many occasions she lost control of her bodily functions; farting as well as squirting after coitus. She always reddened profusely on those occasions as she had never had such a problem during all the fucking she had done as a prostitute and it bothered her at what she perceived as a weakness.

The most obvious clue to St Clair that Kristina was genuinely enjoying the sex was the fact that she forfeited her prostitute's fee. She had always charged it (with that one previous exception when she announced her plan to become pregnant) even during that vacation to Europe. One of the most endearing intimate moments the two shared during this time occurred one time when he observed her punching her swollen belly.

Inquiring why she was doing it, she replied: 

"The little bastard has been kicking me something fierce. So I am hitting back to make him stop."

"Him?"

"Of course him! I must be carrying a boy. No daughter of mine would be so nasty and ill mannered."

As Kristina got bigger the hornier she became. The bigger she got the more sexually enticing she became to him. As a result, the frequency of sex either increased or did not subside as her pregnancy progressed. Their desire for sex could not be greater had they indulged in potent aphrodisiacs. Their dedication to fucking was so extreme that their last sexual intercourse, before birth, occurred at least one hour after she actually was in labor. Despite enduring painful occasional contractions Kristina continued to grunt and moan in ecstasy coaxing one final orgasm. She was rewarded with an ejaculation from him of a most copious supply of sperm and an exquisite orgasm that took her breath away. Her water then broke concluding by far the kinkiest sexual experience she ever had.

Dr Maria Giannetti, Kristina's ob/gyn, was away on vacation and a Dr Mark Rood was covering for her. It just so happened that the good Dr Rood was on the premises of Capital Delights at the time being entertained by the sultry Monica. As Kristina was aware of his presence while cleaning up the mess caused by her labor rupture, she summoned Heidi to fetch the good doctor to see her once he was finished with Monica. 

When the good doctor arrived and after examining Kristina, he estimated that she had a good seven hours of labor left before the baby was likely to appear. He suggested she get to the hospital right away and he would meet her there eventually in about five hours.

However Kristina replied:

"I don't feel like going to the hospital. I'd just as soon stay here. I actually have lots of work here that urgently need my attention that I do not want to fritter away my time for a hospital stay. Why don't you go get your medical bag and come back here? With the compliments of Capital Delights, you can be entertained by any hostess you wish or hostesses for that matter in between the time you check and monitor my labor."

"Well I do have my medical bag nearby; actually it's in my parked car. Your offer is certainly tempting, but I must say for your own and your baby's safety, I urge you go to the hospital. If there are any complications in your labor or delivery then it can be handled quite easily there whereas here you and your baby could be in jeopardy."

"Ah fiddlesticks! I'm not worried. My pregnancy has been a breeze. There has been no hint of a problem in any of my appointments with Dr Giannetti. Besides we are close enough to the hospital that I can be transported quick enough should you detect any real problem."

"You know I am not an anesthetist so that if the pain becomes intolerable I can't offer the comfort of an epidural."

"Oh pish posh! I'm not some wussy woman who can't withstand a little pain. I am from solid Mexican farm workers heritage and all my female ancestors sure as hell were not coddled when they gave birth."

The good doctor complied with her wishes. In his examination he easily noticed the semen in her vagina indicating experience of very recent coitus. So he deduced that if she could fuck in the midst of the discomfort of labor contractions she would most likely be able to withstand and tolerate labor pains. And so the good doctor was able to dally with all the girls of Capital Delights and have a grand time while attending to Kristina's labor. 

Heidi was with Kristina to lend female companionship to the stressful time. John St Clair also stayed to offer moral support. During her labor, Kristina experienced excruciating pain far more than she had bargained for when she refused to go to the hospital. Periodically she screamed and cursed something fierce completely alarming Heidi and St Clair almost senseless. The good doctor was inured to such outbursts of pain so he simply continued overseeing Kristina's labor calmly. 

At one point Kristina wailed: 

"Oh fuck Doctor this so fucking hurts! Why does it have to hurt so much?"

The good doctor replied:

"I take it you are unaware of the pact one of the first women made with God?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Apparently one of Eve's direct female descendent during her third pregnancy came to God and complained: 'Look God I get that we women are designed by You to bear the children. But to be fair why can't the responsible man bear the labor pain.' God replied, 'You know you ought to be careful what you wish for but nevertheless I certainly can accommodate your desire on such a trivial matter.' So on the night of the birth the woman delivered the child absolutely pain free as God had promised. Curiously enough the husband suffered no pain either although he had been expecting it. 

The woman was joyous as she thought she had pulled one over on God. Her joy was short lived since they discovered one of the male servants had died overnight apparently succumbing to what appeared to be birth pains. The woman sheepishly went to God again and conceded: 'On second thought to avoid some confusion I guess it is best for us women also to bear the labor pain'."

Although Heidi and St Clair laughed at the good doctor's joke, Kristina, not amused, just snorted and declared: 

"Too bad for all of womankind that I wasn't the woman to have made that pact with God. I sure as hell could have on the spur of the moment come up with a good and plausible excuse to explain away the discrepancy of the husband's lack of pain and the servant's apparent pain. I would not have needed to beg God to revert back to the original plan and then all women thereafter would not have had to bear this fucking pain."

They all including the good doctor laughed at Kristina's wit. Finally at the end Kristina in accord with the good doctor's instructions and coaching made a final determined all out push and Dr Rood was able to bring forth an extremely squawking baby girl into this world. 

Kristina was totally shocked as she was absolutely certain that she had been carrying a male child. She had his name all picked out: Victor after her father who had died during her mother's pregnancy of her; and Ronald after the pimp who treated her fairly and protected her from the other pimps when she became an independent whore. 

Since she never had considered she was going to give birth to a daughter she had not bothered considering girls' names. So either she lacked imagination or did not want to unduly contemplate various female names, Kristina simply feminized the name she had chosen; ergo her daughter was registered under the name Victoria Veronica Vargas.

Subsequently Vickie always was under the impression her mother chose the name for the simple love of alliteration. Kristina believed that her daughter wouldn't appreciate knowing that her middle name derived from Kristina's pimp, and so did not dissuade Vickie's conjecture. Because Vickie led an extremely lonely life while a child she had no nickname. However as an adult, she became better known as Triple "V". 

Just as St Clair had feared his love relationship with Kristina started to decline; probably starting the moment she put Vickie to her breast and thereby the bonding between mother and daughter was forged. It was obvious that Vickie was the most important and significant person in Kristina's life. Before the birth St Clair had the impression that Kristina was genuinely falling in love with him which in turn was increasing his passion for her. He started imagining that they would eventually enter into a more orthodox love relationship.

The sex between them was still as great as ever as Kristina was truly a naturally sensuous siren. However some sort of chemistry that had existed before was now missing in their lovemaking. Probably genuine love St Clair guessed. In any case she recommenced charging her fee which he knew was her unmistakable signal where she felt things stood between them. She was the whore and he was her "john" not John.

Gradually he had to accept the fact that his sexual relationship with Kristina would remain enjoyable but nothing special. Certainly it would never attain or equal the passionate and sensuous level of the hot steamy sexual interlude when she was pregnant. His interest in fucking her started to wane and by the time Vickie was five he ceased fucking Kristina. 

He had already stopped fucking his wife years before and consequently he became celibate thinking his libido had withered away in any case. Many years later he met the Minnesota Enchantress but that's another story.

Despite the lessening and the all together end of sex between then, strangely enough their mutual friendship and business relationship blossomed and solidified. He took pleasure in parting business knowledge and investment advice to her and she was an apt pupil. Kristina on occasion was able to discover and initiated some sound potential investments on her own which St Clair as her business partner profited from. By the time she was forty she had to be the wealthiest woman in the United States who was totally unknown to the general public.

When Vickie reached five years of age at which time Kristina decided to start her education, John St Clair made good on his promise. With his contacts he was able to schedule the best tutors as well as plan an education curriculum for Vickie that was superior to even the most prestigious private schools not to mention public schools. Vickie proved to be a serious child who enjoyed and appreciated the education she received. 

As a result of being so influential in Vickie's education, John was like a surrogate father to her. Although Vickie was made aware from the get go that John was not her actual father, still because of his visible presence in her life she could not help but view John St Clair as her only father figure. For his part John St Clair did not supress such impression, if only for the fact it kept him legitmately continuously connected personally with Kristina. Besides there was no denying that Vickie was a delightful child, that anyone would be proud to be her parent. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 06



When Pamela returned from Dallas, she was all smiles in her greeting to her mother:

"Wow Mom that was some present for my eighteenth birthday! I could not think of a better one. Thank you! Thank you! I had a blast. But my aren't you the sly one? I understand you have achieved some fame yourself amongst certain circles."

Hannah blushed but she was not too perturbed as Pamela was obviously teasing her. She then listened to Pamela recount all her adventures at the TLR. Pamela was able to show off a gold plated body chain with twelve hearts that Kristina Vargas awarded to her and Sally Browning. 

Kristina had acquired these chains as she had been considering scheduling sex games or contests to enhance the enjoyment at the orgies. She thought such chains would be appropriate prizes for contest winners. Given Pamela's and Sally's performance at this orgy, Kristina felt that they were worthy first recipients of these chains.

Pamela decided she would engrave each heart with the hour time and the pair of men they fucked during that hour. Kristina had provided her with the list as they were known to have drawn.

Surrounding the names and time she had engraved "The Pamela-Sally Show".

Hannah was amazed at Pamela's extreme wantonness. In all of her planning and managing of her daughter's career and in raising her, she had never factored in her daughter's possible sexual desires. Considering her own sexual appetites, Hannah realized that she should have taken into an account the possibility that Pamela might become a slut and plan accordingly.

She now knew that Pamela would become harder if not impossible to control. She had the premonition that one small sex scandal would undo the careful public image she had developed for Pamela and the ruin of her career would surely follow. So for damage control Hannah believed it was imperative that she get Pamela membership into TLR. 

She would have to beg Kristina Vargas for special concessions to permit Pamela more appearances at the orgies than is afforded to other members. Perhaps if Pamela had frequent access to the TLR orgies she would be sufficiently sexually satisfied to be circumspect otherwise. Hannah trusted in the confidentiality and anonymity of the TLR to keep Pamela's sexual escapades there from becoming public knowledge.

In approaching Kristina Vargas, Hannah caught a break. Kristina was amiable to granting special favors for Pamela's membership to TLR. From Kristina's point of view it was quite an advantage for the success of TLR to boast of Pamela's membership. Although TLR had already amongst its membership many prominent persons well known especially in the political and business circles there was no one of the celebrity status of Pamela Rose. 

Kristina was aware that well known non show business people are more enchanted with entertainment celebrities than the general public. The reputation of TLR thus had to be enhanced amongst the swingers community if it became known that Pamela Rose was a member and Kristina could charge more for membership as a result of the increase of demand to join. 

Knowledge of Pamela's appearance and her activity with Sally had already become well known amongst the swingers community and had excited current membership. With Pamela as a member no doubt other entertainment celebrities prone to sexual orgies would join solidifying TLR's status as the premier sex club in the United States; not bad after only a little more than two years in operation. As an ultimate mercenary consideration, Kristina was prepared to extract a sizeable increase in Pamela's fees which she sensed that neither Pamela nor Hannah would have objection to; and in any case they certainly could easily afford it.

So Hannah was successful in getting Pamela membership to TLR with the special privilege of the ability to attend any and all regular orgies not previously allotted to Pamela in her normal membership's schedule. For the privilege she was charged an extra 25% membership dues and a 33% surcharge on attending any orgy that was not regularly scheduled for her. As Kristina suspected Hannah agreed to the extra charges without protest and probably felt she got a bargain.

In fact Hannah was indeed truly grateful to Kristina. Pamela was absolutely wanton in her actions at the TLR and easily surpassed in licentious behavior than the lewdest member. Not a word or hint of such activity and or depravity was uncovered by the paparazzi or by reporters of the entertainment magazines or of the sleazy tabloids. The membership of TLR was staunch in their confidentiality. The general public was accordingly totally unaware of Pamela's sluttish nature and continued to buy into the wholesome innocent America's sweetheart image of Pamela Rose. Yes Hannah did not begrudge one penny of all the monies she spent at the TLR on behalf of Pamela; it was monies well spent.

So for a year everything went along swimmingly. Pamela continued to be a superstar entertainer and her fan base continued to enlarge. She continued to make tons of money. However Hannah sensed that something important had to change to maintain Pamela's high position in the celebrity world. Hannah saw the snide snippets in the entertainment rags speculating on the evident absence of serious boyfriends in Pamela's personal life. Was she gay was one of the first questions bruited about. Did she have a repellent personality that discouraged suitors? To bolster such surmise quite a lot of unflattering quotes were extracted from some of the males Pamela had very visibly dated.

Hannah knew that the poisonous comments were a result of unsuccessful attempts by those guys to get into Pamela's pants. It was ironic that these guys did not know that Pamela was actually a slut. They were not successful with Pamela as she knew fucking them would not be beneficial to her career and she had a very good outlet for her sexual desires. However Hannah also sensed that sooner or later Pamela would lose such discipline and agree to fuck one of her dates. Nothing good would come of that since the guy would be subsequently shocked by Pamela's wantonness given her virginal reputation and his imparting such discovery to the Press would pave the way for Pamela's downfall.

Hannah decided that the only way out of this almost certain impending doom was to get Pamela married off. Such decision necessitated careful consideration and planning but Hannah was up to the task. After some research and deliberations Hannah was able to formulate a reasonable plan that should not only preserve Pamela's career but enhance it. So she outlined her plan to Pamela, who was now nineteen:

"Pamela I think it is time for you to marry..." 

Pamela immediately interrupted:

"Why Mom? I'm having a lot of fun as it is. I'm keeping my sexual activity out of the public eye. No one knows I am a slut. I am still Miss Goody Two-Shoes; my career is not in jeopardy."

"I know you don't read the gossip about yourself and I don't blame you. However you should be aware that there are negative vibes in the entertainment press. The point is that even Miss Goody Two-Shoes cannot remain a virgin indefinitely. The press is churning out hideous suppositions of why you have no steady boyfriends and why you still appear to be a virgin. So I have come to the conclusion that only marriage can stamp out this trend of negative reporting and ensure your career proceeds profitably."

"But Mom you know I am not a one man woman. Hell I actually prefer two or more men in a single fuck never mind trying to restrict myself to one man forever. I know I am going to stray I can't help myself. Infidelity and divorce will surely wreak my pristine image faster than if I remain a perceived virginal spinster."

"Look Pamela we are not looking for you to find a man, to fall in love with, to marry, have children and live happily ever after. What I am talking about is an arranged marriage just like they have done ever since the dawn of time and even today in some cultures. And with an arranged marriage certain understandings can be agreed to beforehand thus ensuring a successful marriage but keeping intact certain proclivities neither party is willing to give up."

"Well OK but an arranged marriage is no longer part of our culture and society today. That is unless you want me to be a beard for a gay guy who needs to hide his homosexuality."

"No! No! No! Marriage to a gay man just won't do especially since you should become a mother as well if only to enhance the publicity. But yes admittedly, it will be up to you to get the man I select to propose to you. But I don't think you will have any difficulty in that task. Now a pre-nuptial agreement is equivalent to the old fashioned arranged marriage. Actually old fashioned arranged marriages did concern primarily with money arrangements between the spouses. So what I envision is that a pre-nuptial agreement can be drafted to allow an open marriage with the stipulation that the children be of the couple but each of you would be free to fuck anyone else."

"Do you think any man is willing to agree to his wife being promiscuous?"

"True not most men, but you know from your experience with the TLR there are some who are like you not wishing to be tied down. In fact although a fair majority of members are like me single, nevertheless there are married couples wherein both of them are members."

"So you suggest that I marry someone who is a member of the TLR?"

"No! No! You have to marry a celebrity; someone who is equivalent in status to you. It has to be a marriage that excites your fans and the general public as well. Now in the celebrity world infidelity is not uncommon but there is a fiction of fidelity that must be maintained. So ergo a pre-nuptial agreement is a matter of course and the stipulation of children has to be there. On this latter point, since you are fitted with an IUD when you want to get pregnant, and you must have at least two children, just remove it and restrict your fucking to your husband while it is out."

"Oh wow. You have thought of everything. OK then. Do you have someone in mind?"

"Well yes I think I have a candidate. First of all it won't do to have you married to essentially a competing entertainer. The jealousy either one has to the success or lack of success of the other spouse will doom the marriage notwithstanding the pre-nup. So I think a professional athlete is really best. I am thinking something like a Joe DiMaggio & Marilyn Monroe union comes to mind. Although their marriage certainly did not last long; still it was a legendary marriage that is still remembered even today."

"All right I follow your reasoning. So have you found any particular athlete for me?"

"Yes I think I have. His name is Larry Grant and he is a senior college quarterback and thus just about your age. He is likely to be a star in the NFL next year. He is probably going to win the Heisman Trophy in a couple of weeks."

"The Heisman Trophy? What's that?"

"It is a trophy awarded to the best college football player of the year. There is a dinner in New York City in a couple of weeks to announce and honor this year's winner. With my contacts I have snagged tickets for us to attend. It is lucky that you have that special three days concert scheduled at Madison Square Gardens (MSG), starting the night after this dinner so that is your excuse to being in New York City in the first place. I'll arrange the two of you to meet and I am sure you will be able to entice him to take you out. Or you can invite him to your concert. From there I am sure you are capable after a few dates to get him to propose."

"Oh really? How can you be so sure? Maybe he has a fiancée or at least a girlfriend. Maybe I cannot charm him into a date."

"I've done some research. He has no girlfriend or fiancée but he is a womanizer. I am sure he will ask you out as he won't be able to resist you. As for getting him to propose I am sure you will have no problem at all. And as he is a womanizer then I am quite confident I can negotiate a prenuptial agreement to our liking." 

The Larry Grant Hannah was referring to was of course our Larry Grant; the natural father of Natasha Starikovich. When Larry did not hear from Vera, he assumed she got someone else to pick her up from the Jackson bus station after having the presumed abortion in Chicago. He did not take any notice that he never saw her again and soon forgot all about Vera. He had other things on his mind as well; like other girls to pursue. However since Vera, he learned his lesson and made sure to use a condom unless he specifically knew that his female partner was practicing birth control of some kind. In any case no female other than Vera had informed him of being pregnant as a result of sexual intercourse with him. 

Larry Grant had a highly inflated opinion of himself. He constantly gave offense because of his arrogant nature and condescending attitude. He did not have a humble bone in his body. This cost him in the college recruiting. He was a star quarterback in high school with obvious talent that he had a realistic expectation to get offers from the major colleges in the south as well as elsewhere although he did not apply outside the south. 

However in the recruiting interviews the visiting coaches and scouts were so turned off by his personality that they refused to offer him a scholarship. Highly disappointed by being rejected by the major premier colleges in the south he reluctantly had to accept the offer from Southern Mississippi University in Hattiesburg, MS, just a few miles south of his parents' home. Paradoxically the rejection by the premier colleges proved to be a blessing for Larry's career.

For one thing he was able to be the starting quarterback for the Golden Eagles as a freshman. He was injury free so he started every game during his four years at Southern Mississippi, a fact much appreciated by the NFL scouts. During his college career, Southern Mississippi had on their out of conference schedule each year two premier college teams from the South; to each of which Larry had applied. The teams were Texas, LSU, Auburn, Alabama, Georgia Tech, Florida State and in state rivals Mississippi (Ole Miss) and Mississippi State.

In each of those eight games Southern Mississippi was the underdog and in three cases heavy underdogs. Probably as personal vengeance for his perceived suffered slight Larry was inspired to play phenomenally in each of these games and Southern Mississippi won all them. In fact that last year they had a totally unexpected win against Alabama, the Crimson Tide's only loss and costing them the national title. That victory made Larry a lock for the Heisman Trophy. 

Conveniently in the professional level Larry's obnoxious personality was considered a plus so Larry was inundated by agents offering to negotiate his first pro contract. 

Thus Larry's prospects in the NFL were great. He would at least garner a very lucrative initial contract as a Number 1 pick quarterback. And if he subsequently played well there would be no telling how much wealth he could acquire. All in all he seemed to Hannah to be an ideal husband for Pamela from strictly a career plus viewpoint. Although Pamela was dubious of a successful outcome of her mother's plan, she was intrigued enough to give it a shot. 

Now the Downtown Athletic club, the venue for the Heisman Trophy Dinner, became aware of Pamela's expected attendance. The executive in charge of the dinner, wasted no time in getting in touch with Hannah. He had been unsuccessful in negotiating a deal with TV executives to televise the dinner and the awards ceremony as it was deemed not interesting enough to attract viewers. Since Larry Grant was considered a sure fire winner, there was no possible tension of speculation of who the winner would be. Thus there was no perceived excitement to lure viewers other than the truly hard core sports fan. 

However if Pamela were to present the award as well as singing a song or two before the presentation of the trophy then he knew he could at least get a local New York channel to telecast the show on such short notice. Perhaps that might lead to a successful national contract for the future was the thinking.

Hannah was happy to quickly negotiate a deal as it saved her the trouble of concocting a scheme to get Larry to meet Pamela, plus provide free advertising for Pamela's concert at MSG. The tickets were sold out for Pamela's three nights but further publicity could transform the concert into a memorable legendary status that would forever establish Pamela's career and place in entertainment history. So that year the usual staid and relatively boring Heisman Trophy dinner was spiced up greatly by Pamela's appearance. She, along with her band, sang two songs to the absolute pleasure of everyone there. She was cleverly worked in the scene to present the trophy to Larry who indeed was the winner. The ensuing photo ops provided the circumstance for Larry to meet and converse with Pamela:

"I am honored to meet you Ms Rose; I am definitely a fan of yours. You sounded great tonight."

"Call me Pamela and thanks. If you like my music would you like to see my opening night concert at MSG tomorrow night? I can get you a seat in my mother's luxury box. Perhaps you would like to see me afterwards at my dressing room after the concert and you can meet my band; we can share a drink while I relax from the performance."

"Wow would I? I have all of your CDs but I've never been to any one of your concerts. I would be thrilled."

"Great! Here's my card with mine and my mother's cell phone numbers. Just contact her tomorrow and she will set up the arrangements for you. I'll let her know to expect your call."

At this point Larry decided to take a chance because he had no date for the dinner and so he asked:

"That's terrific. By the way Pamela I know this is short notice but I have passes to some of the top nightclubs in New York. The Heisman Dinner committee had provided me and the other candidates with passes to some of the most exclusive and popular nightclubs. I had a date set up but she bowed out at the last moment as she became sick with the flu or cold or something. I was planning to go stag but if you are not busy I would love to have you as my date."

Larry was telling a little fib. His date had not become sick but they had a fight a few days previously back at Hattiesburg. His date caught him in bed with another girl and she reacted by refusing to go to New York with him. So he was truthful about his intention of going stag. For Pamela she was planning on just relaxing at her hotel suite in preparation for her concert the next night but she was not adverse to the date. After all the whole purpose for her to meet Larry was to marry him and there was no point in delaying the start of the campaign. So she replied:

"Well I was just going to relax in my hotel but your offer is too good to resist. I'll get my things and tell my mother. By the way I have the use of a limousine for the whole week so do you want to take advantage of my wheels?"

"Sounds like that makes this on the spur moment date perfect." 

And so Larry and Pamela made the rounds of the trendy and exclusive nightclubs in Manhattan. They had no problems in getting in ahead of line-ups because of Larry's passes but also because of Pamela's celebrity. No club would want to deny admittance to someone of Pamela's stature. They had an artificially good time; by definition drinking and dancing means a good time. However the conversation was one sided as Larry loved to talk about himself. Larry was used to pretty girls hanging around him and listening to his every word with apparent fascination.

Larry was not a stupid man, but his ego was too big to countenance a suspicion that he was not really desirable to a worthwhile woman. After all his good looks and physique attracted women like flies to honey. But any woman with half a brain quickly lost interest in him as she got to truly know him. Even the empty headed women who stuck with him longer eventually saw no future and left him. He was not introspective enough to analyze why he had never had a lasting relationship with any woman. Since he had a roving eye and loved the variety of women that he had fucked he had not up to this point felt deprived.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 06



However upon meeting Pamela, easily by far the most accomplished, talented and interesting woman he had ever encountered, he formed an instantly instinctive desire to have a relationship with her. His formulated strategy was to put his best foot forward. To attract her he felt it was imperative to advise her of all his good points. Unfortunately for him he was not cognizant that his self aggrandizing method to woo females had the opposite effect of turning them off on him.

In fact Pamela was bored to tears by his one sided dialogue. She had no interest in sports generally never mind football. She had not even ever watched a football game. Therefore, she had not the foggiest notion of many of the things he was talking about. She sensed that he expected that she would be knowledgeable and so she feigned interest by grunting at convenient appropriate spots. She actually was amazed that he evidently was not interested in learning anything about her or her career despite having asserted being a fan of her and her music.

Pamela, though, admirably hung in there. For one thing she had permission from her mother to fuck him. Of course Pamela was an adult with a strong mind who could be very determined when she wanted to be. However Hannah was her mother and manager and agent of her career as well, so she always picked her battles with her mother carefully. Besides she completely trusted her mother's business acumen and judgments. So when Hannah laid down the law not to fuck her dates as it would prove to be injurious to her career, Pamela complied, even though she was always tempted to give in to her base sexual nature. Mind you she would not have had the discipline to remain chaste in such situations had it not been for the outlet to sex with the men of the TLR.

Pamela, though, found it ironic that for the first time she had the green light to fuck her date, he has not pushing her buttons. And damn it thought Pamela; it was not like she hid her buttons but rather laid them out for him. However as she continued to contemplate, Larry was at least ten years younger than most of the men she was used to fucking at the TLR. So perhaps Larry could compensate for his dweeb personality by providing some very vigorous fucking that she craved. So Pamela patiently appeared enthralled with him as she emitted overt signals that she was fuckable. Larry was not oblivious to the vibes from Pamela and he was pleased with himself of his apparent conquest. With the demeanor of a man confident that he was going to get laid, he invited Pamela to his hotel room. As she readily accepted his offer, he could not help thinking that he was THE STUD.

As soon as they reached his room, he immediately attacked her by kissing her and groping her breasts. Now Pamela did not mind rough sex and in fact reveled in it. Still, Pamela needed some lead time in foreplay to prepare her hormones. She did not require much but Larry was too brutal even for her. As he was pushing her dress off her shoulders to get naked access to her boobs, she could feel no buzz; no sense of excitement, and her vagina remained dry. She shuddered as she realized he was going to fuck her before she would be ready.

As her big tits became exposed he pawed at them savagely, bruising them. Usually the manhandling of her boobs sent Pamela into exquisite ecstasy but Larry's manipulations only caused her pain with no hint of pleasure to come. She just became more turned off and being turned off from sex was a sensation she had never experienced before; in fact she had previous believed such sensation would have been impossible for her.

As Larry continued his foreplay (?), Pamela's mind was conflicted with sensations previously not experienced. As Larry was obviously going to fuck her, she was curious of her own reaction. In some respects she felt she must be feeling what a woman who was being raped would be feeling. However unlike a rape victim, she did not fear Larry nor dread the inevitable sex. But she never had had a cock in her cunt where her cunt was as dry as it continued to remain now. She wondered if it would be the same feeling as when she had a cock up her ass without any lubricant. Then she chastised herself for harboring such useless trivial thoughts which had the only effect of keeping her normal carnal lusts at bay. Then noticing that Larry was completely aroused and acting like he was going to tear her dress off her, she stepped back and said:

"Please Larry, don't rip my dress. It was specially sewn for me by commission of a top fashion designer and I dearly treasure it. Let me take it off and we can continue on the bed." With this said they each undressed leaving their clothes in a puddle on the floor. As Pamela demurely got on the bed, Larry pounced on her and got her into the missionary position. Without further ado, he penetrated her, unconcerned by her discernable uneasiness. He took her so quickly that she was totally unprepared and continued to remain completely dry in her vagina. She literally squealed her pain as it was more intolerable then when she lost her virginity. She gritted her teeth as she started meeting his thrusts and hoping for some relief to appear soon. 

Larry was used to seducing countless females so that when he was about to fuck Pamela, he was in his normal element. However as soon as he penetrated her, his mind took cognizance that he was fucking Pamela Rose; not just any Pamela Rose but the PAMELA ROSE; Pamela Rose the singer and world renowned beauty; even better looking in person and certainly great looking when naked. With such thoughts taking hold of his mind, he lost any control and was pumping his seed into her cunt after just a few thrusts. His passion and euphoria was so great that while ejaculating he uttered:

"Oh fuck Pamela! I'm cumming! I'm so cumming. You're great! You're so fucking great! You're good! The best fuck ever! Oh fuck!"

Pamela was dumbfounded. No doubt he had a great time and he was being complimentary to her fucking ability. She could not fathom though, which of her ability had excited him so. In any case she thought if this was truly the best fuck he ever had, she did not wish to speculate what his worst fuck was like. She felt like telling him that although this might have been his best fuck it was without contest her worst fuck she had ever experienced. Even her worst perfunctory masturbation was better than this. But she was too much of a lady to be so churlish to point out his inadequacies.

As Larry disengaged from her, he rolled on to his back, fell asleep and was snoring. Pamela spotted a bottle of wine on the coffee table, which apparently Larry had previously procured. Grabbing a glass, she poured herself a drink as she mulled over her situation. She was certain she was not exaggerating when she considered this coitus as her worst ever. Hell she did not have a chance to get her vagina wet; it was a dry fuck all the way. All she had for her experience was a sore cunt without any pleasure. Her first sodomy although even more painful had lots of pleasure sensations to compensate from the raw fucking.

If nothing else was at stake she would have walked out right now and chalk it up as an unpleasant experience hopefully not to be duplicated. However after her initial discussion with her mother she had come around to agree with Hannah that it would be best for her career to get married and perhaps eventually have two children. She could see that such a scenario would solidify her public image and protect her against any innuendos of sexual depravity that might arise.

At first blush Larry Grant seemed like an ideal candidate. Although she was not particularly knowledgeable of football, she knew enough that Larry was a great talent that might become a star in the NFL. So he would have a separate career with his own unrelated fame. This factor had to be a plus and avoids the conflicts inherent with those celebrity couples who have careers in the same line. Furthermore according to Hannah's research, via a private detective report, Larry was an unabashed womanizer who never had a lasting relationship usually because he cheated. She could believe the veracity of that report just by considering Larry's conduct with her on their date. So he should not be adverse to a stipulation that both of them would be free to fuck others while remaining married. This was Pamela's only non negotiable item in any marriage she would consider.

However the fly in the anointment was his dreadful personality and his apparent inability to fuck and give a modicum pleasure to his partner. That was the underlining clue as to why he had not had even a brief serious relationship with any woman. In a marriage she could overcome his personality by simply ignoring him, but the sex was a different kettle of fish. Up to this time her sex life had been great. The orgies at TLR just suited her perfectly and fulfilled her needs. She was so happy with her various sex partners that she came to believe that there was no such thing as bad sex. Larry proved the fallacy of that belief.

If children were not a consideration then she could marry him with a no fuck stipulation in the pre-nup. But she had come around to thinking that if she were to marry then she must have two children. Pamela realized that if she were to have children then the father ought to be the man she was married to. There would be horrendous consequences otherwise. But to state the obvious if she were to marry him and have children she must be willing to endure fucking him. She was unsure if she had the martyrdom personality necessary to make such a sacrifice.

Trying not to be too maudlin Pamela finished her drink and decided to have some fun. She had in mind to try and salvage the evening. She got back on the bed and positioned herself comfortably so she could suck his cock. She popped his limp penis into her mouth and started slurping and sucking as he remained asleep. Her ministrations soon got his cock hard as she continued her pleasures. Well she thought at least fellatio is an available source of fun and one she had lots of control. Unfortunately no matter how much the pleasure she could derive from sucking his cock she could not get pregnant by this activity.

However noticing that he was still in sound slumber notwithstanding the huge erection she had effected, Pamela decided to mount him. On her knees, she straddled him while facing him. She slowly impaled herself and with a huge smile started riding him. Oh now this was more like it she thought. She was comfortably wet so that his cock in her fitted just perfectly. She could anticipate a pretty good ejaculation coming her way as she rocked her pelvis to coax his cock to do its thing. Oh yes, she thought this would be a pleasant way indeed to produce children.

Suddenly Larry woke up and immediately was aware of what was happening. He seized her sides and rolled her over so he was on top of her in the missionary position. By this maneuver Pamela lost her concentration and fell out of her sexual passion. Before she knew it he was ejaculating after only a few thrusts. He was again as enthusiastic as he was in his first climax and made similar exclamations of pleasure. Again he disengaged and returned to sleeping after complimenting on her sexual prowess.

Pamela suffered from coitus interruptus and had pain spasms that brought tears to her eyes. For blissful relief she started masturbating. Although she was able to effect a satisfactory climax from her hand action, she nevertheless was sobbing at the end. She rushed to the bathroom to take a soothing shower to calm her nerves in addition to cleaning herself. She got dressed and left a note telling Larry she had to get back to her hotel suite in preparation for her concert. She reminded him to get in touch with her mother's number to arrange for a ticket assuming he still wanted to see her concert. Then she got to where her limo was parked to take her back to her hotel.

As she arrived to her hotel suite, she sought out Hannah and cried in her arms. Pamela wailed:

"Oh God mother! He doesn't know how to fuck a woman! And you know I am not that hard to please. Just shove a cock in me whether my pussy, my ass hole or my mouth, no matter and I am happy. Yet Larry shoved his cock in my cunt twice and not only did I not cum I did not even get wet the first time. I had to frigg myself to get any satisfaction. Oh God and you want this man to be husband. My God it will be hell on earth."

"Hush baby! Calm down and tell me all about it." Pamela described her session with Larry and Hannah was definitely sympathetic to her daughter's plight. She replied:

"It does amaze me how many men do not know how to please a woman; especially those who have fucked lots of women. However that does not mean that you can't have any fun with such Neanderthals."

"What do you mean?"

"Well you are going to see him again tonight aren't you?"

"Yes I suppose so. I left a note for him to call you to arrange for a ticket for your box."

"Well I suggest you take him back to the suite here. I will, by the way, be out of the way. I have booked another room because I have a date. And once you got him here...."

Pamela interrupted:

"A date? You have a date? My! My! You are keeping secrets from me. Anyone I know?"

"No you don't know him. In fact I don't even know him. He is the son of a man I fucked at the last TLR orgy I attended. He was apparently so enthralled with my charms that he asked if I would be the Good Samaritan and fuck his son."

"Whoa! The Good Samaritan Mom? I know I am a little rusty on my knowledge of the Bible, but I am pretty sure that by you fucking that man's son would not make you a Good Samaritan."

"Hah! Lot you know. I just happen to know that the dictionary defines a Good Samaritan as one, who is generous in helping another in distress. And my date Adam, that's his name, surely qualifies as one who is in distress. You see according to his father, Adam suffers from a skin disorder like rosacea. Half his face and part of his torso is covered with ugly red/purple splotches, and he is hard to look at. He is naturally very self-conscious, has low esteem and has not had even a date never mind a girlfriend in his entire twenty-one years of life."

"So why doesn't his Dad take him to a prostitute so that at least he could have some sex?"

"Oh Adam is not a virgin. He has indeed availed himself of the services of professional prostitutes. But sex to a whore is work and a client like Adam would be considered distasteful work at that. So Adam has had sex but he has not had great sex. Ergo his father having enjoyed my favors thinks that I am the answer to his son's prayers for great sex. So you see I believe that by fucking Adam I would be truly doing a Good Samaritan deed."

"But Mom if this Adam is truly as hideous in appearance as you have indicated, then how can you be so sure you won't be repulsed and provide even a worse fuck than the whores?"

"I realize now that we should have had a mother-daughter intense sexual discussion or you probably would not have asked this question. You see your father, bless his soul, was a swinger and he introduced me to the swingers lifestyle. Since that introduction I discovered I do love cock, lots of it and I always feel I have never had enough of it. Incidentally I guess I should not be surprised by your sexual appetites given your parents' sexual proclivities. You come to your sluttish whorish ways honestly. 

Anyway I am never adverse to experiencing new cock. As for Adam's appearance, what of it? The most important thing is that he has a cock and I warrant a very satisfactory one if it is anything like his father's. Besides I am not a spring chicken; it's not like I am a raving beauty. I have cellulite, crow's-feet and wrinkles. I am the one that is grateful to have a stud only slightly older than my daughter to fuck."

"So how did you two set up this date?"

"Well Joel Webster, Adam's father, happens to be the editor of World of Entertainment Weekly and he would have as a matter of course a ticket to your concert. So it was a simple matter to change it to my box as my guest. As Adam is a devoted fan of yours it was not suspicious of his father to relinquish the ticket to him. Of course the opportunity to meet you in person sealed the deal."

"So this Adam has no idea that you are intending to provide him the fuck of his life?"

"Well I don't know about it being the fuck of his life, but yes it will be up to me to seduce him. However I am confident I'm up to the task."

"You go Mom! You may have cellulite, crow's feet and wrinkles but you sure are one hot Mama. Why don't we switch? I'll take your room to entertain my alleged stud and you can have the suite for your boy toy. The suite will be less intimidating for the lad and you can make him more comfortable quicker."

"Yes that would be great. Speaking of which before we got sidetracked I was going to tell you I have some toys you could have. That way you can use your imagination to spice up your fucking with perhaps your future husband."

Larry did call Hannah's mobile phone and arrangements were made so that he could sit in Hannah's box to see Pamela's performance. Now unlike Pamela, Larry had had a terrific time and truly believed he had the greatest sexual experience of his life when fucking Pamela. Larry had a caveman attitude towards women. He took neither notice of the feminist movement nor the advances of women's rights. He was truly born in the wrong century. He would have fit in much better in the nineteenth century or earlier when women were treated as chattel.

That attitude along with his innate arrogance translated into an abysmal sex life. However he was too wrapped up in himself to be aware how lacking was his sex life. It had never occurred to him that he would have better sex if he took the trouble to please his sex partners. The sex with Pamela was typical for him. He quickly climaxed as the real thrill for him was his conquest of her. His need for control was very evident when he awakened from Pamela's riding him, that he had to quickly switch so he could dominate her. The fact that Pamela was so famous and so desired made him consider it as the fuck of his life. The true reality was that he really did not care about Pamela since his true love was himself.

That is not to say that Larry did not desire to have a relationship with Pamela. He knew with her as his steady girlfriend or eventually as his wife, it would make things easier in his career. Although his ultimate success or failure in his NFL career would depend on his playing ability and his performance on the football field, having Pamela at his side would give him an edge. 

For one thing reporters would be more eager to interview him; which in turn would pressure his football superiors to play him earlier; which in turn would give him more experience; a vital factor towards ultimate success. To be a successful quarterback in the NFL, he had to be perceived as a leader and have the respect of his team mates. His leadership qualities were already self evident. Nothing earns a male quicker respect from other males than having a hot girl friend or wife. And Pamela was hot; hotter than liquid metal. Ergo he was most desirous as never before with any other female, of forging a significant relationship with her.

As for Adam Webster, he was simply thrilled that his Dad had given him the ticket to the Pamela Rose concert at MSG. He was an ardent fan of Pamela's music and to be able to attend her concert was a dream come true. He was pleasantly surprised that the logistics of the box seat ticket provided a limousine ride from his house to the arena. He even had a special usher to escort him to the luxury box and Pamela Rose's own mother greeted him on his arrival. Mrs Rose was very nice and friendly to him; she did not at all betray any squeamishness about his face when she made eye contact. She even insisted that he address her as Hannah. This was as good as it gets thought Adam; little did he know that it was going to get even a hell of a lot better.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 06



Pamela's concert was a gigantic success. A measure of how popular Pamela had become was indicated by the fact that all tickets for the three night performances of her concert at MSG were sold within fifteen minutes upon becoming available for sale to the general public. At the concert scalpers were able to sell all of their tickets despite charging three times or more than the face value. This was truly remarkable considering that the concerts were held on the least desirable nights of the week for going out; i.e. Sunday, Monday and Tuesday. Given the schedule of the Knicks and the Rangers, the principle attractions to MSG, Hannah on behalf of Pamela had to settle for such weak nights in scheduling this special New York City concert. Pamela's eclectic musical talent transcended various music genres and hence she had a much broader fan base than her contemporary music vocalists. Her voice was powerful and provoked reaction of spine tingling pleasure to her listeners. She always gave great performances and that night was no exception.

Pamela had become a prolific song writer and her concert contained at least three quarters of her own music. In addition she had recorded a new album of twenty new songs that had not yet been released. Pamela was not stingy with her fans and they appreciated that her albums invariably contained more than the usual ten or twelve cuts. She performed ten of these new songs and one of them was an outstanding instant hit. That song had a Latin sound which showcased Pamela's full sultry voice. Pamela's singing was like an erotic bellow mixed in with hair raising screaming but nevertheless still in an exotic tune producing an electrifying reaction to her listeners. Everyone in the building was affected emotionally, no one could be blasé. The beat was exceptionally motivating inducing spontaneous rhythmic clapping from the audience to keep up with Pamela's feverish singing. 

The crowd was swaying and cheering throughout Pamela's singing. The atmosphere was replete of intoxicating excitement creating a supreme euphoria; everyone sensed something magically was happening. The place went wild at the end of the song with spontaneous applause and cheering so vociferous, the like of which everyone there had not previously experienced. The noise of the jubilation was deafening. Even the most jaded music critic was stunned by Pamela's performance. As the concert was filmed the subsequent video performance of this song became legendary in entertainment history. Regret at not having been there was the predominant feeling of everyone seeing the video.

The audience was continuously enthusiastically enthralled throughout the concert. Each song was greeted with such long lasting cheering that the concert continued at least an hour longer than what was originally planned for. Every member of the audience was overcome with the desire to possess the new album featuring the wonderful highlighted song. Consequently 30,000 copies, an unbelievably high figure, of this yet to be released album in stores were bought by the audience throughout the three performances. The audience in Hannah's box was likewise thrilled and entertained. Adam declared that he needed to purchase a copy of the album, but Hannah assured him that he would receive a complimentary copy suitably autographed by Pamela. Adam could not contain his pleasure at that information.

At the end of the concert, Hannah led Adam and Larry to Pamela's super size dressing room where an impromptu party was going on. The party consisted of the members of the band and various hangers-on. Consistent with similar celebrations there was lots of drugs available and everyone was getting high except Pamela, Larry, Adam and Hannah. Pamela liked to portray to the world that her show business success was driven by her mother's ambitions and her Svengali like influence. Although her mother's contribution undoubtedly was a factor it was Pamela's own desires that paved the way for her success. Pamela had developed a goal to establish herself as a unique legend in show business history. Thus she refrained from drugs not because of any moral strictures from her mother on the point but from her own realization that drug usage would hinder her ambitions.

Although sex was very important to Pamela and she felt like she needed to be fucked constantly, nevertheless her career was more important. As she had already made her mind up and agreed with her mother that it was important to her career that she marry and marry spectacularly, she was willing to put up with Larry Grant even though he did not spark any sexual desire in her. Larry likewise was attracted to Pamela for mercenary reasons even though he truly did not passionately love her. He was not particular in his sexual appetites; almost any female would do to satisfy his carnal lusts. Thus when Pamela and Larry left the party to fuck at the room Hannah had initially engaged, neither one had the eagerness of anticipating spectacular sex.

Adam Webster did not do drugs despite his low self esteem brought on by his off putting physical appearance. It was the one source of pride whereby he felt good about himself. At this party he was getting a nice buzz from the available champagne. To have met Pamela Rose in person after her concert had to be the highlight of his life to date, and her mother, Hannah, was being extra super nice to him. He realized that he was going to remember and cherish this night forever. He was to learn that he was going to have more reason to cherish this night.

Hannah had never developed any interest in indulging in drugs so at the party she was merely sipping her champagne devising a strategy to seduce Adam into her bed. As he was a truly devoted fan of Pamela she knew that this fact could be exploited to secure the success she was seeking. So at a good opportunity she lured Adam by cooing:

"Oh Adam would you like to come with me to the hotel suite Pamela and I share? In addition to the new album I can give you some really nice 8x10 glossy pictures of Pamela which she has already autographed? I can have the limo take you home afterwards."

"Really? Oh gosh! This is too much! Oh I would love to have autographed pictures of Pamela Rose. I would be the envy of all my class mates."

Adam had informed Hannah in earlier conversation that he was a senior at Columbia's School of Journalism. He expected to start work at his father's magazine after graduation. The limousine ride from MSG to the hotel to Adam's mind completed a magical night. He was to experience even more magic that night. When Hannah and Adam arrived at the hotel suite, he was naturally impressed by the opulence. Hannah motioning Adam to sit down at the couch asked:

"While I am getting out Pamela's photos would you like me to make you a man's drink? Would you like a Scotch on the rocks?" 

"Yes thank you Hannah. Wow this is really superb. I don't think I'll ever forget this night."

"I'm sure you won't." smiled Hannah in response.

Hannah fixed a Glenffidich for him and a rum and coke for herself. As she went to the bedroom to get the photos, she removed her bra and tossed it in the closet. Then she returned to the common area to sit beside Adam and presented him with several delightful glossies of Pamela, all autographed specifically for Adam, which Pamela had previously signed for just this purpose. He was suitably overjoyed and thrilled to have the photos so personally acknowledged. He exclaimed:

"Wow! Awesome! These pictures are just great and Pamela has personally signed them addressed to me!"

"Yes Adam, as your father told me you would be coming instead of him and he told me that you were a special fan, so I had Pamela sign them just for you."

"Oh Hannah what a great gift! I'll treasure it forever. I could just kiss you!"

Hannah smiled coyly, and as she turned to him to be directly in his face replied saucily:

"Oh Adam what a wonderful reward for my troubles! I accept and claim it."

Before Adam could say anything or react at all to Hannah's words, she placed a hand at the back of his head and thereby gently pulled his lips towards hers. She planted a luscious closed mouth kiss and as he felt her super soft lips on his he opened his mouth on reflex. Her tongue darted in as a pleasant tingling sensation was forming at the bottom of his spine. He then returned her kiss and their tongues soon were engaged in an erotic duel. In reality this was his very first sexually provocative kiss deliberatively and freely given to him. That realization alone caused his cock to harden as his brain was savoring the experience.

He had closed his eyes while enjoying the sweetest kiss he could ever have imagined. After awhile they mutually broke their kiss and just stared at each other momentarily. To Adam's genuine wonder, he could see that there was no hint of revulsion in Hannah's eyes; only surprise, surprise desire. He smiled in gratitude as he usually only saw pity or disgust when he made eye contact. Hannah returned his smile, and then with her hands she slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders to expose her ample boobs to him. Adam gasped as he froze on the spot as he stared at her gorgeous tits.

Now it was true as she despaired, that she had cellulite, crow's feet and wrinkles, but notwithstanding these physical blemishes she still was an extremely attractive woman who had no trouble in obtaining fuck buddies whenever she made the effort. These blemishes only served to give her a mature look but did not diminish the natural beauty of her face. She was in effect just as alluring now at 41 years of age as when she was in her twenties. Although most men might find her cellulite off putting, Adam who was cursed with his red-purple splotches could not even think of seeing that as a minus to her appearance. Instead he found her body endearing and those magnificent boobs as well magnificent. As he continued to leer, Hannah cupped her tits and gushed:

"Do you like my titties, Adam?"

"Oh yes!"

"You can touch them. Squeeze them. Fondle them. Play with them. I would like that. You can kiss my nipples. Suck them. Even bite them. I would like that!". Adam was mesmerized by her breasts. Hannah's boobs were substantial and were shaped perfectly. They did not sag and were without a doubt her best physical feature. His mouth was now watering, almost drooling as he reached and tentatively caressed her tits. Hannah with an absolutely beatific smile and in a lusty sultry voice urged:

"Oh yeah Adam that is so good. Your touch is so soothing. Don't be afraid to squeeze them. You won't hurt me."

Adam was becoming delirious in ecstasy. He had never had a woman give of herself so freely and it was very apparent the difference to his previous experience with whores. The professional prostitutes were always impatient in the fucking. Throughout the sex they were always urging him to hurry and to cum. He knew intellectually the reason for such attitude on their part, but it sure made the sex meaningless. Hannah, on the other hand, was in no hurry as she was savoring the bliss as much as he. Suddenly he felt her hand on his pants covered cock and he gasped in surprise. Then he became cognizant that she must have unzipped his pants as he now felt her hand stroking the bare flesh of his cock. The feel of her hand on his cock and then on his balls was soothing and he groaned in appreciation. She cooed:

"You like, Adam?"

"Oh yeah! I like!"

"I sure like what you are doing to me as well." "Hmmm!"

"Why don't we get naked and take this to the bedroom?"

"What about Pamela? Won't she be coming here and see us?"

"Don't you worry about a thing. I have it on good authority that Pamela will be spending the night elsewhere."

They both got up. Following Hannah's lead, who had gotten naked in a hurry, Adam undressed himself. Once he was totally naked, Hannah smiled and took him by hand to the bedroom. Once there they stared at each other's nakedness. As Hannah was now smiling lasciviously at him presumably in admiration of his body, Adam lost all of his inhibitions and bashfulness of how his body with its imperfections must look to her. He concentrated on admiring Hannah's feminine beauty which he found very appealing. He could not help but exclaim:

"Oh my God Hannah! You are gorgeous!"

Hannah giggled and replied:

"So sweet of you to say so my dear Adam! You are a fine specimen of man. I know I'm going to enjoy being fucked by that magnificent cock of yours. I'm already wet just thinking of it. Here feel for yourself."

Hannah grabbed Adam's hand and directed it to her cunt. On his own he inserted a finger inside her vagina and scooped out some of her female juices. He brought the finger to his mouth to taste. Once he licked his finger clean he slipped another finger into her cunt and scooped out some more of her juices. He offered this finger to Hannah saying:

"Here Hannah perhaps you would like to taste yourself."

Smiling again, Hannah sucked his finger dry and replied:

"Hmm yes! I haven't tasted myself in quite some time. So kiss me big boy and we can share my essence."

They embarked on a truly passionate kiss, tonguing each other ferociously; reveling in the taste of Hannah's juices. Hannah was pleased that Adam was not squeamish at a little kinkiness in sex and it boded well for some ensuing fantastic sex. The two of them then tumbled onto the bed and were rolling backwards and forwards as they were mutually masturbating each other.

They stopped with her on top and they started kissing each other seriously, slowly and deeply. Hannah was caressing his hair while Adam was caressing her back and buttocks. Finally they turned over with him on top. Both were aware the foreplay was over as they were both ready and well prepared for some vaginal penetration. Without either Hannah or Adam touching his cock and guiding it, Adam's cock magically found Hannah's cunt on its own and entered it by its own volition. Hannah let out a gasp; not a gasp of pain nor a gasp of surprise. It was just a gasp of acknowledgment to telegraph to him that he was in her. Of course he needed no such acknowledgment as her wet vagina enveloping his cock produced a sensation that was unmistakable in deciphering what was happening.

Adam started pumping slowly and she returned his thrusts with counter thrusts of her hips at the same pace. She was combing his hair with one of her hands and rubbing his back with her other hand. She had automatically wrapped her legs behind him with her heels resting on the back of his thighs to allow her some leverage for her movements. Hannah gave out a very high pitched and very feminine grunt at each thrust. The sound of her grunts excited him as his brain assessed it as evidence of high agitation and intense pleasure. Hannah's grunts were in sharp contrast to the artificial noises the whores made.

The realization of her unbridled joy to his fucking compelled him to increase the tempo of his fucking. As the tempo of his thrusts increased so did her counter thrusts. Thus they were soon perspiring profusely from their exertions. 

Hannah was now squeaking instead of grunting and the new sound enflamed him even more. He was now grunting himself where previously he had been more or less silent. His emotions were on overload and the pleasure sensations were in his blood stream coursing throughout his body. He lost all control of his libido so the natural consequence was a gargantuan eruption of sperm from his testes and flooding her vagina with copious amounts of sperm. During his ejaculation he could not help but blurt out truly inane shouts of glee:

"EEH YA! YOW WEE! HEE HAW!

It was certainly silly sounding that would disturb the sensibilities of a sophisticated man. Hannah was also screaming out her orgasm. At least her exclamations consisted of discernable words:

"Oh fuck! Oh Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Oh shit!"

Not much better but neither one had any real control of their vocal cords and so hence these utterings. When they disengaged, they were each laughing at their banalities. They gazed at each other lovingly as each was completely satisfied as they were calming down from their intense orgasms Finally Adam spoke out:

"I'm sorry Hannah. I did not use a condom. I did not have one with me."

"Oh you need not worry Adam. Yes I have had a lot of sex partners but I am clean and in excellent health. I can assure you that you won't contract any STDs from me."

Adam was a little shocked by Hannah's frankness. Actually the horror of possible STDs had not occurred to him. So he replied:

"No! No! That's not what I am concerned about. I am worried about the possibility of pregnancy." Hannah laughed as she replied:

"Oh how sweet of you, Adam. Most guys your age don't give a dam about it, figuring it is their female partner's problem; nothing to do with them. On this score you don't have to worry either as I had my tubes died shortly after the death of my husband. I figured Pamela was enough for me to handle."

"Well I guess that's a relief. Although were you able to get pregnant I want you to know I would support the child to the best of my abilities. When I started fucking you that was my initial thought and that is why I continued as I was prepared to accept the responsibility."

"Oh my gosh! Bless you. I can see you are not bull shitting me. I am gratified for your noble thoughts. I believe this calls for a special reward. Mind you it is a reward for me as well since I need to do it."

Without further ado, Hannah slid down so she could comfortably suck his cock. She popped his limp cock in her mouth and started tentatively licking and slurping it. She used one hand to stroke that part of his rod not in her mouth and the other hand to gently caress his balls. As he started to harden she was able to slide up and down on his rod coaxing it to its ultimate stiffness. As she was giving head she was moaning leaving no doubt to Adam as to the pleasure she was personally deriving from her activity. Adam was astonished at how sexy Hannah was. She genuinely enjoyed having sex with him notwithstanding his ugliness of his skin disorder. His mind exploded again in euphoria and he sensed that he seemed to have expelled more sperm this time than in the vaginal copulation.

Hannah did not swallow and despite her mouth full of cum with some of it dripping out of her lips, she managed to ask if he wanted a taste. As he nodded in affirmation, she immediately started French kissing him initiating a sexual snowball activity. To Hannah's pleasure, Adam offered no resistance to the cum swapping and ingested his fair share of the available cum. Hannah thought Adam showed great promise as a lover rivaling his father although Hannah knew enough not to articulate the comparison. When Hannah finished swallowing all the cum she could she let out a lady like burp that Adam giggled at. Completely pleased with Adam, Hannah opined:

"I hope you don't mind my saying so but I believe you are overly self conscious of your skin problems. Yes I am sure a lot of females will shirk from you but the worthwhile girls won't. I envy the lucky girl that will catch you. She will be pleasantly rewarded by the fantastic sex she will enjoy with you. I suspect you will have someone soon to keep your cock busy."

Adam blushed at her praise. He replied:

"I am the lucky one to have met you. This certainly is the best sex I've ever had. Yes I know I have not had much sex to brag about but I can't imagine having better sex than what I have had with you."

Hannah laughed and smiled as she said: "Oh my sweet boy toy, you do say some of the nicest things. Don't sell yourself short, Adam. I have fucked a lot of men and I rank you amongst the best that I have had. I would love to fuck you again if you're ever in southern California. By the way are you game for one more fuck before you leave? If you are not tuckered out perhaps we can have one more fuck for the road."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 07



Larry had to leave New York City that Monday so he only had those two dates with Pamela during her concerts at Madison Square Gardens. In late January he participated in the Senior Bowl in Mobile AL, so he had a date with her that night in New Orleans after her concert there. In February Pamela invited him as her date at the Grammy Awards, and she was a triple winner for Album of the Year, Record of the Year and her own composition for Song of the Year. For March and April he scheduled meetings with his agent's office in Los Angeles. Strictly speaking he could have avoided those meetings but it gave him the opportunity to date Pamela again.

As Pamela was well aware of Larry's shortcomings in his sexual performance she prepared herself beforehand for these dates. In order to salvage what might otherwise prove to be disastrous events, she obtained Ben Wa balls specially commissioned by her from an exclusive high class sex shop in Beverly Hills to provide exquisite sexual pleasure. Before each date with Larry, she inserted two balls in her vagina and on the last date two balls in her anus as well. Just before fucking she excused herself to the bathroom to remove the balls. The prior action of the balls in her nether regions proved to be an adequate substitute for her to the foreplay Larry was incapable of performing. While he was fucking her in the missionary position she made sure to simultaneously masturbate her clit so that she was able to reach a minor climax when he ejaculated. Not great sex to be sure but nevertheless far less devastating to her than those two trysts in New York City. 

From a publicity standpoint, these dates were huge successes. The paparazzi were in full force, and the tabloids, entertainment magazines and the like soon contained all kinds of pictures of Pamela and Larry together in their dates. The pictures invited speculation of a romance as the public was definitely intrigued by them as a couple. Larry had not only won the Heisman Trophy, but as a result of his exceptional performance at the Senior Bowl clinched the No 1 pick in the upcoming NFL draft. His agent boldly predicted he would sign the highest rookie contract yet probably in the neighborhood of 15 to 18 million dollars. The Atlanta Falcons who that year did have the first pick over-all, telegraphed their intention to pick Larry and were indeed intent on making him happy with a lucrative contract. 

As for Pamela, her career had reached new heights. With her recent Grammy victories she was likely to end up as the female artist with the most Grammy wins before she was finished. She was contracted for a second movie to start filming in the fall. Her television show was picked up for a fourth season. Her concerts continued to be sell outs. The prominence each of them had in their disparate fields made them appealing and more newsworthy than the rest of the current celebrity couples. Everyone was of the opinion that should Larry become the star in the NFL as expected, then should they marry their union would be by far be the most star studded coupling of an athlete with a show business entertainer.

One thing about Larry Grant, despite his boorishness and obnoxious personality, he was close mouthed about his personal life. He was not prone to boast or elaborate on his sex life. Thus when besieged by reporters demanding to know all kinds of intimate details of his relationship with Pamela, all he would reveal was the acknowledgment that they were dating and that Pamela was a fine lady. Such reticence on Larry's part gained him brownie points with Hannah and Pamela as both mother and daughter appreciated his circumspection. In fact it caused Pamela to view him more favorably than she ever had before.

Larry had a close relationship with his father, Lamar. His father was the only person he ever confided in. Thus Larry sought advice as to how far he should go with Pamela. The senior Grant advised his son that it was a no brainer. As far as he could tell Pamela was by far the most suited wife material Larry had ever dated and he was unlikely to encounter any female more suitable for marriage. Buoyed by his father's approbation, after having sex during that April date, Larry proposed to Pamela while in bed. 

Pamela had mixed emotions when she listened to Larry's proposal. She had to believe that his regard for her had to be artificial at best considering the brevity of their relationship to date. He could not possibly love her as love is generally understood. Then again considering her own sexual attitude it was not like she was seeking a man to be a desired soul mate to marry and settle into a traditional marriage. She thought that his wish to marry her must be akin to her own motivation to marry i.e. he saw that marriage with her would benefit his career and the social standing that he presumably aspired to.

On that point and as a plus Larry was obviously not going to be a parasite relying solely on her for his livelihood. Although he would probably have no compunction to spending some of her money, she could tell his male ego would not tolerate a situation where he was dependent on her largess for his survival. On the big minus side was his personality which was so hard to take. Thus for the marriage to succeed she knew they would have to lead in essence separate lives. 

Given their careers, and their commitment to same, separate living for great lengths of time would be inevitable anyway. She would want children therefore sex could not be avoided. Given his talents in that department she knew their sex life would be no bed of roses. She smiled inwardly at her imagined pun. She thus decided to lay her cards on the table on the premise that an unambiguous understanding was imperative if they were to marry. So she replied:

"Here's the deal Larry. I am a slut and a whore. If we were to marry I would not be faithful to our wedding vows. Obviously I would not expect you to be faithful either. My career is extremely important to me and for that reason I would be, just as I am now, discreet in my sexual excesses. I can guarantee you will not be publically humiliated by my conduct. Likewise I would demand you be also as circumspect with your extracurricular sexual escapades. We will of course have sex with each other and I promise that the children I bear will be yours. We will sign a pre-nuptial agreement necessarily. If you can accept these conditions I would be honored to be your wife."

Larry was astonished by the brutal frankness of Pamela's reaction to his marriage proposal and her unabashed confession of her sexual proclivities. He was stammering as he found it difficult to articulate a cogent reply. So Pamela came to the rescue and added: 

"I realize Larry that this is not the kind of response you could have imagined. So there is no hurry for you to decide. Why don't you consult your lawyer, agent and family before you come to a decision? Once you have done so either you or your representative can contact my mother who will speak on my behalf. Now if you don't mind Larry, please excuse me as I need to go and contemplate in my own room in my own house."

Larry did return to Crystal Springs to seek his father's advice. After examining all the pros and cons both Lamar and Larry came to the conclusion that although marriage with Pamela Rose would not be like a conventional marriage still when all is said and done it would be in reality the best marriage for Larry considering his aspirations.

At the end of April the NFL draft occurred and Larry was indeed the first pick by the Atlanta Falcons. As the team was so anxious to start Larry right away as the starting quarterback despite his professional inexperience they met most of his agent's demands so that an extremely lucrative contract was executed by the beginning of May. Up to this point the contract made Larry the highest paid rookie ever in the NFL. The contract was worth in excess of $18M. That contract put Larry in a more viable bargaining position for the pre-nuptial agreement.

Hannah and Lamar were the ones that hammered out the agreement and the lawyers put into writing what the two of them had negotiated. The agreement was basically conventional especially with regards to custody of any potential children should there be a dissolution of marriage. The agreement spelled out in detail the financial status of each spouse and that each spouse would maintain their own assets. The agreement specified that if there was dissolution of marriage each spouse would retain the assets each brought into the marriage and each would retain the assets acquired individually. Only those assets acquired mutually during the marriage would be split 50-50 upon dissolution.

This negotiated pre-nuptial did contain a peculiar and unique agreement. There was to be an investment fund established to be administered and managed by a mutually agreed upon trustee. Pamela would pay $2M and Larry would pay $1M immediately upon execution of the pre-nup into it. Thereafter Pamela would pay per annum into the fund $1M or 10% of her gross income for that year, whichever figure was the lesser; and Larry was to pay $500K per annum or 10% of his gross income for the year whichever figure was the lesser. Provided there was no scandal upon dissolution of the marriage or after ten years whichever event first occurs, the fund would be dissolved and distributed to the spouses as their sole independent asset in proportion to the capital invested by each party. 

If there was a scandal caused by either spouse then this investment fund would be forfeited in its entirety to the non offending spouse. A scandal was defined by the agreement as an act of sexual excess, alcohol abuse or illegal drug usage that upon becoming public knowledge would have a deleterious effect on the earning power of the non offending spouse. In particular should Pamela give birth to a child not Larry's as proven by blood tests that would be a scandal. Likewise should a woman other than Pamela be able to prove her child to be fathered by Larry that would be a scandal. 

This unique agreement was the mutual inspiration of both Hannah and Lamar in their negotiations. Each of them was worldly enough to realize fame was fickle and fleeting. Neither of them was worried about alcohol and/or illegal substance abuse by their adult child but the sexual predilections they were prone to were potential career disasters. Thus the agreement was designed as a hedge to compel their adult children to be circumspect. The beauty of the agreement was that if nothing untoward occurs then their child would have a nice nest egg accumulated to ease the inevitable transition of their life from fame to relative obscurity. 

Both Hannah and Lamar considered that ten years would be about the time each of their child's famed careers would be essentially over. Thus they believed this fund ought to ensure the continuation of their lifestyle till death. As the agreement was negotiated by their parents and not by strangers, neither Pamela nor Larry could find a reason to object and thus the marriage was set for July 4th that year. A conspicuous date, certainly, but it did allow for a two week honeymoon before Larry had to arrive at training camp for his rookie NFL season, and Pamela to prepare for the shooting of her second movie.

Vera Starikovich at this time was finishing her final year of high school. She was proud of herself because against all statistical odds she was a successful teenage mother; successful by all standards of society with the exception that her child did not have a father. Her school work was outstanding. As she had been attending the most prestigious and respected Catholic private high school for girls in Chicago, her grades were deemed most impressive. Accordingly, she succeeded in obtaining substantial scholarships to the University of Chicago. She could see that there now was a possibility of a realistic successful and bright future for her and her child.

Her daughter, Natasha, was a model child that any mother could be proud of; bright and alert. A particular source of satisfaction with Natasha had to be her apparent musical genius. From an early age Natasha had been fascinated by Vera's playing of the violin. As soon as Natasha was able to talk she kept pestering Vera to allow her to play the violin. Vera obtained a child's size violin for Natasha to placate her and Natasha soon was excelling at the instrument. Natasha had mastered the violin sufficiently enough that Vera knew once Natasha was big enough she would be able to master a full size violin. Vera thus came to believe that her daughter was the long awaited heir to the great Olga Podkopayeva and eventually Natasha would be playing Olga's violin and entitled to own it.

To arrive at this state of success in her life was not easily achieved. As Ruth Williams had pointed out raising a child was not easy even in normal and the best of circumstances. However Vera was buoyed by the support of the Williams sisters. 

In particular as Alisha of her own age and a mother, the Williams household was geared to help assist Alisha and Vera raise their children. Both Alisha and Vera were not lazy and took their responsibilities as mothers seriously. As a result none of the Williams sisters begrudged or resented any time they helped in looking after Natasha when it was truly physical impossible for Vera to do so.

The four plus years that Vera had worked at the restaurant, went to school and raised Natasha took away all her stamina. She had no realistic opportunity for sex as she had literally no energy. She did go on fairly frequent dates as her beauty alone always attracted male attention. However, just like Ruth Williams before her in raising her sisters, Vera found that her responsibilities weighed heavily on her. She could not work up an enthusiasm for sex, and her dates sensed that. Thus with the exception of spying on Ruth or listening to the William sisters' tales of their sexual exploits, Vera's only sexual experience remained the one that caused her pregnancy.

She knew she needed a break or she would burn out. Thus she decided she would not go to college directly after she finished high school. She would take a year off to recharge her batteries and perhaps she could have some sex during that time. After that year off Natasha would be going to kindergarten and thus for her to go to college would be more manageable. She made arrangements with her scholarships to maintain them and not lose them despite her not starting college immediately after high school.

Having decided on that, Vera also wanted to heal the breach with her family. She had not spoken to her father since that initial call announcing her pregnancy, as he continued to refuse to take her calls. Vera had kept in touch with her sisters and knew that by now her eldest sister Valentina had married and had a son. Thus Natasha was no longer her parents' only grandchild, and so Versa thought since her parents now had contact with one grandchild they might be more amiable to have contact with their other grandchild.

As she had not asked or received any monies from her parents since she left Crystal Springs, Vera felt that her parents should be impressed and perhaps be now willing to receive her. After all it was not like they had to worry that she would any longer be a burden to them given that she was now eighteen years of age and well established in Chicago.

She bit the bullet and called her father and insisted on talking to him. Leonid relented under the stubborn demand of Vera and deigned to talk to her. After a somewhat strained conversation, Leonid Starikovich agreed to have Vera and Natasha visit them. Vera could sense that despite his bluster her father was really looking forward to seeing her and especially Natasha. 

So it was set that Vera with Natasha was coming to Crystal Springs during the third week of June to visit for two weeks. Ruth Williams offered Vera the use of her vehicle for the trip and resisted Vera's protests that she was being too generous.

So as Vera was driving down I-55 to Crystal Springs in Ruth's SUV with Natasha, she was mulling over about what to do about Larry Grant. As Larry had supplied her with money for an abortion she felt at the time she could not tell him that she did not have an abortion but gave birth instead. With the help of Ruth and Jasmine in obtaining all forms of government assistance, she actually was able to adequately care for and raise Natasha without any support from him and so she had not been inclined to get in touch with him. But as she continued driving she knew she was being unfair to her daughter in potentially depriving her of a relationship with her father.

So Vera concluded that while in Crystal Springs she ought to try and make contact with Larry and ascertain whether he wanted to be in any part of Natasha's life. Also in the back of her mind she thought maybe Larry would be amiable to providing some child support. It could not hurt to try as anything he would be willing to pay would be welcome.

Vera was not a sports fan and with full schedule of work, school and looking after Natasha she had only a superficial awareness of current events. Thus she had no idea of Larry's success in college football or of his possible pro football career. She expected he had gone to college and by now having finished college would be working in his family's various businesses in some capacity. She acknowledged to herself that he might have married and might not be living in Crystal Springs but then his father would certainly be there. Vera would also be certain that his father would know about her past pregnancy. Larry would have had to have gotten that $5K abortion money from him and Vera felt Larry was not devious enough to lie about why he needed that money. 

As Vera was thinking of contacting Larry she started wondering if she should encourage or hint at marriage. Assuming that Larry was prepared to accept and support Natasha there were two pragmatic considerations concerning the possibility of her marrying Larry. Firstly she believed that men loved to fuck sluts and whores but only wanted to actually marry virgins. 

However in today's society marriageable virgins were scarcer than hens' teeth; and those that were available were virgins for a reason i.e. no one wanted to fuck them let alone marry them. Thus men had to modify such a strict standard and were prepared to marry chaste girls defined as not having sexual relations beyond two men preferably not more than one. 

Up to this point of time Vera had had sex only that one time which resulted eventually in Natasha's birth. So by definition she was a good girl or "chaste". However knowing herself she wondered if her true nature might not betray herself to him. After all she did have consensual sex with him when she was just thirteen. Had she not gotten pregnant Vera had to concede in her own mind she would probably have taken birth control precautions after that just as she had actually taken. Without the restraint of having a child to look after she probably would have become the school whore. However Vera realized that Larry could not possibly know this and what he did not know could not hurt him. As it was Larry was a stud and she reasoned that she probably could be satisfied by him without her worrying about straying.

The main stumbling block for Vera, preventing her from pursuing Larry wholeheartedly was that from her perspective, marriage to Larry would mean she would have to return to Crystal Springs and reside there again. Since her break with her family when she ran away to Chicago, Vera had not kept in touch with her Crystal Springs friends. She had only been in contact with her sisters and such contacts were confined to family matters and news. Since Vera had not revealed the identity of Natasha's sire, her sisters had no reason to inform Vera of Crystal Springs news such as the successes of Larry Grant now the civic pride of the town. Vera knew that Larry had ambitions to be a big college quarterback and eventually play in the NFL. Knowing that such dreams were against long odds she supposed realistically that he might have played for a college football team but that would be the end of it. So as far as Vera knew Larry probably was going to work for his father after college and that meant residence in Crystal Springs.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 07



Now had Vera known of Larry's success she would have viewed a possible marriage more favorably. It was not that she was a gold digger. The fact was that her driving force when growing up was to escape Crystal Springs. As she had succeeded in becoming now an independent adult very well established in Chicago to return to live in Crystal Springs would be humiliation and failure.

However, she knew that conventional wisdom was that a child growing up is much better off with a father and mother than growing up with a single mother. Vera loved Natasha unconditionally and put her daughter first. Thus she knew if Larry would be prepared to marry her, she would acquiesce notwithstanding his cavalier personality. She suspected that Larry probably wasn't her knight in shining armor but, she would be willing to marry him for the sake of the wellbeing of her child.

However before such gloomy thoughts of further sacrifices she might have to make for Natasha, Vera realized she was getting ahead of herself. First things first meant she had to find out how Larry felt upon learning of his paternity. Up to now all he knew was that Vera had apparently gotten an abortion. So on the trip she resolved to get a hold of Larry (or at least his father) to tell Larry of his child, and she would play it by ear subsequently depending upon how he reacted.

When Vera arrived at her parents' home she had a warm welcome. Leonid Starikovich had not talked with his daughter since that announcement of her pregnancy almost five years ago except for the recent brief conversation agreeing to Vera's visit. He had missed her. He was not a heartless man but he was stubborn and proud. By making it clear to her that he would not allow Vera to live at his home with a baby, he expected that she would come to her senses and get an abortion.

When she did not cave in he remained estranged from her because he could not admit to himself that Vera had possibly made the right decision. Although he had no contact with Vera, he knew Vera talked with her sisters. Thus by enquiring from his other daughters he was apprised of Vera's situation. He was impressed by Vera and by the fact she never asked for any money from him. Thus when Vera phoned he was happy to swallow his pride and looked forward to Vera's visit. He fell in love with his granddaughter on first glimpse. He thought what a fool he had been to distance himself from his remarkable daughter and her delightful child.

Natasha was a great hit with her family especially her aunts and uncles. Leonid and Grusha Starikovich had nine children with a remarkably straight forward birth order; six girls followed by three boys. When Irina, Vera's only younger sister was born, Leonid had resigned himself to be the father of only daughters.

However when the next three born were boys he had envisioned of perfect symmetry; i.e. six girls matched by six boys. However when Dmitri the third son was born Grusha put a kibosh on such hopes. Declaring that nine children were more than enough, she had her tubes tied. Valentina, now 26, the eldest daughter was married with a two year old son and lived in Jackson. The rest of Vera's siblings still lived at home. 

The reunion with her family was as pleasurable and enjoyable as Vera could have wished. Everyone was impressed with the fact that Vera had raised Natasha on her own but still went and graduated from high school; and a prestigious private Roman Catholic high school to boot. Her parents were further impressed that she was accepted to the University of Chicago, and agreed that it was wise of her to sit out a year and relax before undertaking strenuous college studies.

None of her sisters were interested in going to college and her brothers, although still too young to tell for sure, showed no academic inclinations either. Thus Vera was likely to be the only one in the family to get a college education. Consequently her sibs and parents were in awe of her complete competence, self assuredness and leadership skills. Thus within a short time in the visit Vera changed from being the pariah in the family to the most respected member despite being a teen aged single mother.

Leonid definitely was taken by Natasha and he suspected she would remain his favorite grandchild no matter how many he would eventually end up with. Upon seeing and hearing Natasha play the child's size violin he recognized her talent and her potential. He had no doubt that Natalie would grow up to be a virtuoso and possessed the great Olga's musical genes. He suggested to Vera that once Natasha was grown enough to tackle the full size Olga's violin that she would undoubtedly have the talent to play it magnificently. Without saying so Leonid implied to Vera that the violin now honestly belonged to Natasha.

During that tense telephone conversation five years previous where Vera advised of her pregnancy, Leonid did not have the chance to ask for the identity of Vera's lover. As Vera demonstrated full command of her life and as she made no mention of past or present male friends, he now respected her enough that he felt he had no business to pry. It was up to her if she wanted to reveal the name of Natasha's father. Her mother and sisters likewise, although curious did not make any demand to know of Natasha's sire. Ruth Williams only knew that Natasha's father's first name was Larry but of course she asked for no more since the name would mean nothing to her. Likewise the rest of the Williams sisters never asked since the true identity would still be unknown to them. Consequently no one and particularly Larry Grant knew the identity of Natasha's paternity.

Vera had resolved to confront Larry, but she was reluctant to take such initiative. On the fourth day of her visit, Vera left Natasha with Grusha so she could freely tour around Crystal Springs to visit her old childhood haunts. She especially wanted to go to the café where she had met Larry those five years before. As soon as she entered she swore in her mind that there must be some sort of karma in play as there was Larry Grant, in person, sitting at a table with some male companions. Deciding there was no point in procrastinating any further, and that she might as well take the opportunity afforded her, she approached Larry and greeted him:

"Hi Larry! Remember me? It's Vera Starikovich."

In truth Larry did not recognize Vera. He had met and fucked quite a lot of girls in high school and countless more when at Southern Mississippi. Thus all the girls he had had were just a blur as his mind was now full of his impending marriage with Pamela and the start of his first NFL training camp. He was staying at his father's home while preparing to commence these major changes in his life and so he happened to be in the café just relaxing with some of his old high school buddies. Looking at her and considering the way Vera had greeted him, he assumed that she was one of the bimbos he had fucked in the distant past. Accordingly Larry replied:

"Oh yes, eh Vera. Nice to see you. How've you been?"

Vera could tell by the way Larry had replied and by his body language that he had not recognized her and her pride was a little hurt. She was not terribly surprised considering Larry was undeniably a STUD and would constantly be chased by women. Still Vera thought that as he had impregnated her surely she should have been on his radar screen. Well no matter, she thought, as the deed must be done, and so she continued:

"I am fine thank you. Listen Larry, I would like to talk to you in private. Could you leave your companions for a few moments?"

Given the attending publicity of his lucrative contract signing with the Atlanta Falcons, Larry believed that Vera was just the type of bimbo that he would invariably attract from now on while in public. Larry surmised in his mind that Vera must be a girl he had previously fucked, and his brain was starting to register that she was indeed familiar looking but he still could not place her. So he was convinced that Vera was a groupie who wanted to reprise their previous sexual encounter especially now that he had become nationally famous.

Upon examining Vera closer he noted her stunning beauty. Larry considered she was even prettier than Pamela. Seeing that she was 5'11'' tall, with luxuriant long golden blonde hair, huge boobs and a body that did not seem to quit he had to admit that she was a pretty good looker and easy on the eyes. As Vera had grown four inches since she was thirteen that probably was a huge factor why Larry did not recognize her. 

Her golden blonde curly hair made her appearance absolutely gorgeous and he wondered that if indeed he had fucked her before why he could not remember her. In any case he knew he had no objection to fucking her now and was actually eager to satisfy her presumed as yet unstated wish. He had no scruples with regards to Pamela since after all she had made it abundantly clear that fidelity was not going to be a factor in their marriage. So with the intent to accept Vera's perceived sexual invitation, he replied:

"Not only can I leave my companions, but I can even do one better than that. How would you like a spin in my Jaguar? I have it parked nearby?"

Vera gasped:

"You have a Jaguar?"

Larry got up and took Vera's hand to lead her out of the café and continued:

"Yes it was a perk; a sweetener my agent negotiated for my first NFL contract. It was viewed as an extra signing bonus. Ah here we are. What do you think?"

"Oh wow it's gorgeous!"

Vera was astonished indeed. During the time she had met and knew Larry she had paid little attention to his dreams of succeeding in football and becoming a professional NFL player. She considered it was just a pipe dream. Vera was distracted by learning of Larry's success that she momentarily forgot why she had sought him out. As she got into his Jaguar she just listened fascinated as he spouted off on his accomplishments.

There was nothing better that Larry loved to do than talk about himself and so he was in his element as he took Vera for a ride in his brand new expensive sports car. As he was intending to fuck Vera he knew enough not to jeopardize that possibility by mentioning his impending marriage to Pamela, but he sure as hell wanted to point out that feather in his cap as well.

Larry drove down a country road to the same spot where he had seduced Vera those five years previously. Vera instantly recognized the spot and wondered at his lack of imagination or whether he just did not know of any other appropriate scene for outdoor copulation. She sighed as she recalled the French maxim: "Plus ca change, plus c'est la meme chose" or "the more things change the more they stay the same." 

Obviously Larry was intending to fuck her but she was somewhat annoyed that he did not appear to realize that he had previously fucked her at this very same location. Vera was not averse to fucking Larry, since she had not had a sex life to speak of and a fuck was a fuck. At least she would be able to chime in with her experience the next time the Williams sisters gathered to recount their sexual adventures. When Larry stopped his car at a clearing and under a tree, he motioned Vera to step out. Then he directed Vera to position herself in the front of the car and Vera sardonically thought: 'Oh yippee! I am going to be fucked draped on a Jaguar. That should top anything the Williams sisters can come up with.' 

Larry hiked up Vera's skirt and tugged her panties down to her ankles. For convenience Vera stepped out of her panties and thus was bare-assed. Then Larry did indeed direct Vera to drape herself on the hood of the Jaguar. With her ass bare and cunt exposed Larry freed his cock from his briefs and pants. While remaining fully clothed he thus penetrated her.

This position was awkward and very uncomfortable for Vera. To make matters worse as there had been no foreplay she was as dry as she could possibly be. This was so despite her brain having registered the fact that this was the second sexual intercourse of her life; a factoid that by itself ought to have prompted some moistness. The friction of his cock in her vagina only produced pain and did not promote any pleasure she had been lead to believe she was entitled to.

Mercifully her ordeal was soon over as he was ejaculating after just a few strokes of his cock.

For Vera the final agony of this copulation occurred as he was withdrawing his wilting cock from her. Her body had started to successfully dispel the pain sensations and was churning out the pleasure endorphins to pave the way for an orgasm. When her brain registered the knowledge that he was spent and there would be no further activity in her love canal, the disappointment was overwhelming causing an agonizing pain more terrible than the previous pain she had felt. She had to bite her lips from letting out agonizing sobs. Larry interpreted Vera's obviously visible distress as evidence of a rather intense orgasm and was pleased with himself.

As the new pain started to subside all Vera could think was that this was not the sex that the poets raved about. She was thinking that if she experienced any more sex like this, she would apply for admittance to the nearest convent of nuns. However she knew from seeing Ruth Williams in action and the stories she heard from the Williams sisters sex can certainly be a whole lot better than what Larry Grant provided. 

Well at least she wasn't going to be pregnant this time. Aside from the IUD in her she had noticed that Larry utilized a condom. She wondered if this was as a result of their sexual intercourse of five years ago? No matter, it was time to discuss with Larry what was actually her purpose of accosting him in the first place. So after putting her panties back on, she diplomatically started: 

"Well that was nice Larry. But I get the impression that you still have not recognized me."

Larry sheepishly replied:

"I do admit you look familiar but I cannot recall the circumstances of our previous meeting."

"We fucked at this very same place a little over five years ago. I am starting to think this is your private lover's lane. Now today there will be no consequences as a result of our fun as I have protection and I noticed you prudently used a condom. That was not the case five years ago."

Now full recognition hit Larry as he replied:

"Of course! Yes Vera. I should have recognized you by name alone as no other female before or since has claimed to be impregnated by me."

"Claimed? You honestly think I bamboozled you in getting $5,000 from you upon a false claim of pregnancy."

"As I remember it you were pretty convincing and persuasive so I did give you the money to get an abortion. But whether you really were pregnant or not it's all water under the bridge now. If you fooled me well then I congratulate you. I certainly don't begrudge the money now. Considering my circumstances now five grand is just chump change."

"Well I did fool you Larry, but not the way you are thinking. You see I did not get an abortion but I had the baby so you are a father of a very pretty girl whom I've named Natasha."

Larry burst out in rage and angrily retorted:

"What the fuck are you talking about? What bullshit are you trying to hand me? I paid you to get an abortion. I even remember now putting you on a bus to go to Chicago to get an abortion. So if you got pregnant again you can't pin it on me. I know this much that I've never fucked you again until today." 

"The same arguments convincing you that I was pregnant still holds true for the fact that I have a child sired by you. When I got the $5,000 from you to get an abortion I stayed in Chicago and have lived there ever since. This week has been my first trip back to Crystal Springs to visit my family. I brought with me Natasha who is now four years old and I have a birth certificate for her that lists me as her mother. I live with four sisters who have seen me raise this child for the past four years. Actually the oldest sister was at the birth and can attest to seeing Natasha born from my body. But if absolute proof is required a blood test would be mere formality to confirm that I am the mother of Natasha.

As to the identity of the father of Natasha, I am fairly certain I was not visited by the Holy Ghost and so Natasha was not born of Immaculate Conception. As of this moment I can say I have had sex on only two occasions and both were with you. For that reason I can confidently say that you are the father of Natasha and naturally I would co-operate in facilitating a blood test to confirm the paternity."

Larry replied rather disconcertedly: "You sure are lippy. There is no need to be so sarcastic."

"I do indeed wish for a civilized discussion. But it is hard for me to be civil when I'm not believed and I'm only insulted."

Larry then observed: "You said five years ago, you would have an abortion and I paid you $5,000 to make it happen. Now you tell me that you did not get an abortion but instead had 'our' child. How do I know you did not get pregnant again or for that matter were never pregnant by me and now you are trying to palm this child off as mine? I am especially suspicious of you so belatedly claiming my fatherhood at this time just when I have become rich and famous; I just find this timing too convenient for you." 

Vera patiently replied: "You are not seeing the forest for the trees Larry. I admit I may have led you to believe I had acquiesced to your demand that I get an abortion. However I believe I never specifically stated that I would get an abortion. But that is neither here nor there. The main point as I've stated is that if you doubt my child is yours then a blood test will easily confirm one way or another. Look Larry in seeking you out now, my intention is not to ruin your life. It's not like I am demanding you marry me."

"Marriage? Fat chance! If you don't know it already, you should be interested to know that I am to marry Pamela Rose on July 4th."

Vera gasped in yet further astonishment as she certainly was aware of who Pamela Rose was:

"Pamela Rose? The singer? 'The' Pamela Rose?"

"Yes indeed 'The' Pamela Rose. So you can see a nobody like you is of no consequence to me."

Vera snorted:

"Ha! So if you are truly going to marry Pamela Rose then why the hell are you fucking me now? Yes I did not resist your advances but you cannot deny that you made those advances. You wanted to fuck me despite your supposed pending nuptials."

"Pamela and I have a special understanding. Ours is an open modern commitment."

"Oh wow! A marriage made in heaven for sure. Look Larry I am not intending to ruin your rich and famous life. When I approached you today I did not even know you were rich and famous. I am not a sports fan so I was unaware of your successful college career."

"So what did you have in my mind when you approached me?"

"Well after telling you about Natasha, yes I was going to ask you for some child support if you could spare it as I sure could use some. Although since I have managed to look after Natasha for all four years of her life I am cool with a refusal should you not wish to provide any child support. My main reason for meeting you is to ask if you would like to be part of Natasha's life; you know like visits, lengthier visits even a vacation or two. You would be proud of Natasha and be delighted with her. She is a very pretty girl and sharp as a whip. She looks a lot like me but she does have some features of you. Do you think you would want to see her now while I'm in Crystal Springs?" Larry did not answer Vera directly but instead asked:

"Have you told anyone that I am the father of your child?"

Vera was surprised by the apparent non sequitur question, but she answered:

"No Larry I've not told anyone. In a pique I did not even name you in Natasha's birth records which shows father as unknown. I h've not even told my family who Natasha's father is. Actually since I had never had a date, as I was too young to date, my parents and siblings have no idea to even guess or suspect who might be my 'lover'."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 07



After some silence as Larry was contemplating all that she had told him, he finally replied:

"Good! I just ask for now you keep it that way. I'll take you back to the café for now. Whatever you may think of me there is one thing you ought to know, and that is that I do take care of my responsibilities. So rest assured I will provide adequate child support. Why don't you consult a lawyer and have him contact my lawyer tomorrow and I believe a mutually convenient time can be arranged for a meeting to iron out the details. Here is my lawyer's card I am going to consult him today."

"But would you like to see Natasha now?"

"All in good time. At the meeting these things will be settled and finalized." 

So Vera did on the next day consult an attorney; Saul Silverstein recommended by her father. As suggested, Silverstein did contact the offices of Adcock, Hawkins & Horn, and talked to Jack Hawkins, Larry's attorney. The following Wednesday afternoon was set for a meeting at the board room of Adcock, Hawkins & Horn. Vera noted that this scheduled meeting would occur one week prior to Larry's wedding date and wondered if there might be any significance.

Larry had not let any grass grow under his feet as he conferred immediately with his father. Lamar Grant was not amused with these developments as he recalled very clearly the $5,000 payment and had believed that that was the end of the matter. Life for Larry certainly had continued without a hitch since. However Lamar knew something had to be done in light of the upcoming wedding and considering the ramifications of the pre-nuptial agreement.

Father and son conferred with Jack Hawkins, their lawyer in Jackson and a telephone conference call was set up with Larry's agent in Los Angeles and his accountant in Atlanta. The first financial consideration was the fact that Larry had already paid $1M into the investment fund pursuant to the pre-nup and this sum would be forfeited if public word got out that Larry had an illegitimate child. The consensus of the telephone conference meeting was that it was absolutely imperative that such news should not be leaked to the general public, and for this to happen Vera would have to be made happy. 

It was encouraging that so far she had kept quiet about the paternity of her child, but then again it was very alarming that she came out of the woodwork just as Larry had signed the lucrative football contract with the Atlanta Falcons. Larry assured his advisors that he believed that Vera was sincere and not a gold digger. He honestly believed that he could take Vera's word at face value. All that was needed to make her happy was some child support.

That being the case the accountant suggested that $500 per month child support should be adequate and more than Vera could have reasonably expected. But Larry objected to such a small amount and decided it should be much more substantial. After all, his football contract was very lucrative and he was going to marry Pamela Rose so he could afford to be generous. Besides as Larry pointed out if the public did become aware of Vera's child then a generous child support payment by him would go a long way to diffuse the attendant negative publicity. He might not even have to forfeit the pre-nup investment fund. 

Consequently as Vera along with her lawyer, met Larry and his lawyer she was in for a pleasant shock. After introductions were acknowledged Jack Hawkins, Larry's lawyer started the meeting:

"Ms Starikovich, I understand you have advised my client, Larry Grant that you believe he is the likely father of your child, Natasha Starikovich, born Feb 14, four years ago." 

"That is correct. I am absolutely certain that Larry is the father of Natasha."

"Well then pending confirmation of paternity by an authentic blood test, my client is prepared to offer the following agreement: As he is intending to marry very soon, he has no wish to have any contact with your child or with you. In particular you and/or your child are not to contact him for any reason save and except to inform him should your child happen to die.

Should he change his mind in the future and wish for contact then he will approach you and alternative arrangements can be made at that time. Under this agreement you will be required not to disclose the paternity of your child to anyone. You would not be penalized if you do disclose to your immediate family and to your child so long as paternity does not become public knowledge. Should the paternity of your child become public knowledge save and except by a personal open acknowledgment by my client, then this contract becomes void and payments hereunder will cease.

My client is prepared to pay child support in the amount of $10,000 per month retroactive from birth until your child reaches the age of eighteen. This payment rate will remain the same so long as my client is employed by a football team in the NFL. Should my client at any time no longer be so employed the payment rate would be reduced to $5,000 per month. Once blood tests do indeed confirm paternity of your child then you will be paid $525,000 representing the 53 months from birth minus the $5,000 my client has previously advanced to you. The first subsequent monthly payment will be made starting August 1, next and there are provisions to receive payment by direct deposit to a bank account of your choosing. Do you have any questions?"

Vera merely replied:

"Where do I sign?"

Silverstein insisted that she and he first read the contract to ensure that it was drafted as outlined. As it was indeed drafted as purported by Larry's lawyer, there was no further haggling as both Vera and her lawyer was astonished by the vast sums offered. Subsequently when alone with Silverstein, Vera asked why Larry's lawyer and the written contract as well referred to Natasha as Vera's child only, considering that no monies would be paid until and unless blood tests confirm that Larry is the father of Natasha.

Silverstein explained that the contract was so worded to preclude Natasha and/or her heirs to claim against Larry's estate when he died. Obviously Larry expects to have children with Pamela Rose and those children would be his desire to be his exclusive heirs. 

Vera was deliriously happy with such a sudden turn of her good fortune. She could not help but marvel at the luck in her timing. Had she delayed her vacation by three weeks Larry would have not been in Crystal Springs and she would have probably lost the opportunity to have negotiated such a profitable deal. She was disappointed that he did not want to have any contact with Natasha but that was his loss to be a stranger to his wonderful daughter.

As Vera returned to Chicago, she realized she could now afford to move out of Ruth's Excalibur Street house and live alone with Natasha. However she was reluctant to move as she loved living with the Williams' sisters. Natasha and Alisha's son Reggie were happy playmates and carried on like a brother and sister. Besides it was very convenient as whenever she should need time away from Natasha there was Ruth, Ebony, Sherilynn or Alisha available to babysit in a pinch. However she did feel guilty about how small was the rent Ruth was charging and she was forever in gratitude for Ruth taking her in. Thus when she returned to Chicago she was determined to rectify the situation.

When she told Ruth of her newly acquired wealth she was surprised that Ruth refused to raise her rent. As far as Ruth was concerned Vera's rent was fair and reasonable. Vera's assistance to the upkeep of the premises was above and beyond her share so Ruth felt it would be outrageous of her to take advantage of Vera's newly acquired wealth. 

To assuage her guilt, Vera gifted Ruth with an expensive mink coat. To overcome Ruth's objections, Vera pointed out that had Ruth not taken her in she might not have made it and might have gotten an abortion after all. As Ruth was very pleased with the coat she finally happily accepted it after a little gentle urging by Vera. Vera also provided some neat gifts to the other sisters.

Now that she had the money from Larry, she could relax a bit although she still worked. She invested the bulk of the monies for Natasha's future as she certainly was not one to spend her money frivolously having lived so frugally the past five years. But the extra monies meant that she did not have to work so hard and could spend a little time leisurely. She now was very glad she had scheduled that one year free off from school as now she was in a position to have some real fun. Fun as in some real honest to goodness sex and not the "Slam bang-Thank you Ma'am" variety of sex previously provided by Larry.

Once Vera had signed the child support agreement, the possible impediment for Larry Grant's wedding to Pamela Rose was erased. The blood tests were dutifully undertaken and eventually the tests results were known; which confirmed that Larry was indeed the biological father of Natasha Starikovich. Upon such official acknowledgment, Vera received the substantial initial support payment as called for by the agreement, and life became a lot easier for her.

Larry's accountant had established a separate special investment fund from the signing bonus Larry received with his first contract with the Atlanta Falcons. The sum invested was large enough that the income generated from it covered the proposed monthly support payments. There was even surpluses generated which were plowed back to the fund increasing its size. Consequently these support payments did not visibly impact Larry's income or lifestyle, and he soon forgot about them. Likewise he never thought about Vera and even his subconscious mind no longer registered that he had a child of his own flesh and blood, existing somewhere else.

The marriage of Pamela Rose to Larry Grant was celebrated on July 4th which was a Wednesday that year. Forsaking the more common Saturday date in favor of the weekday for their wedding was a crass commercial choice by Hannah but the marrying couple did not object. Hannah had the publicist shamelessly declare to the press that since Larry Grant was an All American (i.e. football player) and Pamela Rose was America's sweetheart, it would be appropriate that this couple marry on America's birthday.

The wedding was hyped as definitely the wedding of the year if not of the decade perhaps even of the century. In that vein some even compared to the wedding to that of Alice Roosevelt in 1906. Although the respective guest lists were comprised of different societies, the abundance of gifts Pamela received rivaled the amount of gifts that the President's daughter received. The ceremony and reception was vastly opulent and garish beyond even Hollywood standards. Their wedding vows were exchanged at the Cathedral (of the city of angels) and presided by the Cardinal for the archdiocese of Los Angles. Although Pamela was by no means a regular church attendee, she was baptized and was ostensibly a parishioner of the archdiocese.

The reception was held at one of the five star hotels in Beverly Hills big enough to handle the gala event. The invited guest list included virtually every big name in the entertainment world, including movies, television and music world, and most of them were able to attend. With so many celebrity guests, the attending media were kept very busy in garnering quotes and photos. Notwithstanding the gaudy festivities everyone actually had fun. Both Pamela and Hannah did not begrudge the obscene expense as they could sense the favorable publicity would easily make up for it in an intangible way.

For Hannah the wedding provided an additional source of happiness beyond presiding over a successful wedding of her beloved daughter. Since that terrific sex with Adam Webster that memorable night in New York, Hannah was hot and bothered and eager to have some more hot sex with Adam. Her vagina automatically moistened each and every time she recalled that wonderful night. Not only did her cunt get wet but she gave off an unmistakably sexual odor; luckily she rarely had such sexual ideas overpower her when she was in company. 

She of course had the wherewithal to pop into New York any time she wished and indulge in a tryst with him. However despite such carnal desires, Hannah was reluctant to pursue Adam. She felt it would be unfair of her to impose on him to satisfy her lusts. After all, she was old enough to be his mother and in fact he was only two years older than her daughter. He was entitled to pursue and fuck females his own age. An affair with her would jeopardize his chances of finding and establishing a relationship with his true soul mate.

Consequently, Hannah nobly suppressed her desires and refrained from contacting him. However with Pamela's wedding there was a legitimate purpose to invite him to the wedding ceremony since he was an unabashed fan. With admirable delicacy she contacted his father Joel Webster:

"Hi Joel. I know you will be attending Pamela's wedding in your capacity as editor of World of Entertainment Weekly, but as your son I know is an avid fan I would like to extend an invitation to him as well."

"Let's cut to the chase, Hannah. You just want to fuck Adam."

"Crudely put but admittedly an accurate assessment. I confess I would love to have Adam's tasty cock in my mouth or pumping away in my cunt. Hell it would thrill me to have his magnificent rod up my ass."

Joel chuckled:

"So now look who is being crude?"

"Adam brings out the slut in me. My only concern is that he is not too disgusted with my old wrinkled body. I fear I can't compete with those young, juicy, nubile bodies that are so readily available."

"Old, wrinkled body? What the hell are you talking about? You may be more mature looking given your age, but you have a gorgeous body that the younger bimbos envy. Adam certainly is smitten with you. He has been saving his money and scheming to see you again soon."

"Oh that's music to my ears. My cunt is already soggy anticipating the presence of Adam's gorgeous cock there. So you think Adam will not object to being my guest at my daughter's wedding with benefits later?"

"Oh I am positive he will not object. I do wonder though that in addition to entertaining his cock you might at the same time enjoy pleasuring mine as well?"

Hannah purred:

"Oh Joel you wicked man! Are you suggesting I be the meat in a delicious father-son sandwich?"

"Maybe not crude but that certainly is a very picturesque description of my proposal. But yes I am certainly suggesting a threesome and I do believe Adam would be interested. The question is would you be interested?"

"Interested? Let me see. Is the Pope Catholic? Do bears shit in the woods? Of course I would be interested. I cannot think of a more delightful way to celebrate my daughter's nuptials after the formal festivities are over."

At the reception, Hannah handed to Joel Webster, a duplicate key to the room she had booked at the reception's hotel. She advised as the mother of the bride and responsible for the financing of the wedding reception, she would not be able to leave the reception too early. So she suggested that they get to the room earlier at their convenience, to relax and unwind and prepare for her arrival. She promised that she would get there as fast as logistically she could manage.

When Hannah arrived at the room she discovered that father and son had taken to heart the suggestion to be prepared for her arrival. They were both completely naked sitting side by side on a love seat sipping a drink with an air of nonchalance about them. Breaking out in a huge smile Hannah blurted out:

"My! My! I do appreciate gentlemen who are not shy of advertising their desires especially since I am only too happy to accommodate such wishes."

Without further ado she unzipped the back of her dress and allowed her strapless gown to drop to the waist exposing her magnificent tits. Then she dropped to her knees before them. Father and son sprang to their feet and moved closer to her to allow her to easily do her thing. With her left hand she grasped Joel's cock and started gently fondling and stroking it. She turned her head to the right and with her right hand she guided Adam's semi hard cock into her mouth. Each man with a free hand reached down to fondle Hannah's tits in conjunction with her hand and blow job.

Since that December fuck, Hannah had been too wrapped up with Pamela's career and preparing for her wedding that she neglected to indulge in some sex. Given this lack of sex, it was no wonder during the reception that Hannah's cunt was continuously wet anticipating the sex with the Websters. So once she had Adam's cock in her mouth and Joel's cock in hand she immediately experienced a mini orgasm. As her mouth was stuffed with Adam's cock, her orgasmic cries sounded like muffled squeaks.

In addition to her squeaks, Hannah was moving her head forcefully along Adam's rod causing her to produce gurgling, gagging and choking sounds. These sounds sent Adam into a panic so he believed Hannah to be in distress. Ever the considerate gentleman, Adam pulled back and forced his cock out of her mouth. Furious that she was deprived of his cock even momentarily she growled fiercely as she grabbed his cock and got it back into her mouth. Then she placed her hand on his buttocks drawing his crotch to her face to prevent another escape of his penis out of her mouth. Adam knew enough not to make that mistake again.

This time as she was sucking his cock, she was loudly grunting. The enthusiasm of her grunts made it quite plain that she was in ecstasy and enjoying her activity immensely. With the stimulation of their cocks by Hannah coupled with her obvious zeal, father and son were soon goners. Adam erupted first flooding her mouth with copious amounts of sperm. She was greedily swallowing his cum as fast as she could as she did not want to miss any of daddy's cum. As soon as she felt the first spurt of Joel's cum on her stroking hand, she expelled Adam's cock; luckily he had just finished. She then got Joel's cock into her mouth to capture his remaining ejaculation.

After both men had spent their cum, Hannah stood up with a huge smile on her face- like a cat with the canary smile. Letting her gown drop to her ankles and stepping out to emerge naked, she declared:

"Oh you Webster boys sure have some of the sweetest tasting man juice for a girl to savor. That was a nice hors d'oeuvre to some serious fucking I have been anticipating all day. I must warn you I am very randy; I have not been laid since I was last with you Adam so I need a lot of cock tonight. But I know you two will not disappoint."

Hannah's words the manner of her delivery in the sultriest and sexiest voice imaginable aroused both father and son. Their cocks were rock hard despite having just ejaculated copious amounts of sperm to leave their testes depleted. Hannah's sexual state of mind had overcome all of her inhibitions and reticence and compelled her to commence a nonstop sexual commands and banter which she was powerless to stem:

"Oh Adam won't you please get on the bed and lie on your back. I'll get on top of you and stick your lovely manhood into my wet cunny. Oh please hurry I can't wait to have your wonderful cock inside me. And then while you are fucking me I want your cock, Joel in my bummy. Yes just shove it in my ass. I would love that." Adam robotically obeyed her instructions but first he pulled the bedcovers off as he preferred his skin on bed sheets. Once he had flopped on his back, Vera was on her knees straddling his trunk facing him. Having guided his rock hard cock into her slit and she continued in her vocalization:

"Oh yes Adam that's good. Hurry Joel, I need your cock too. I am sure you have room to stick that mighty tool into my ass hole. Don't worry about KY Jelly I am so hot. You won't hurt me."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 08



Finally, Vera got some very good sex under some fortuitous circumstances. 

One late September evening Alisha and Reggie were away for the night visiting Jasmine. Sherilyn was out on a date and was not expected to return until morning. Ruth was preparing to go to work as she was scheduled for a rare night shift at the hospital. Ebony walked in with her date just as Ruth was about to leave and after Natasha had been put to bed. Ebony introduced Michael Tucker to Ruth and Vera.

Vera could not help but stare at Michael, a truly black Adonis. Just slightly shorter than Vera but he had a very imposing male body. It was all muscular without any hint of fat. His bald head gave him a fierce macho image and you could sense the abundance of testosterone. Vera could feel herself getting wet just by staying in his presence. 

She further betrayed her lascivious thoughts by obviously looking at his crotch. She reddened completely as she realized the others must realize she was contemplating his male package, but no one said a thing. Once Ruth left, Ebony and Michael brazenly went into Ebony's bedroom shutting the door.

Not feeling like watching TV Vera grabbed a book to read in bed. She undressed as she normally slept in the nude and got into her lower bunk bed as Natasha was already in deep sleep on the upper bunk bed. Ebony's room was next to Vera and Natasha's room and so Vera could hear clearly the sounds of Ebony and Michael's lovemaking. 

The noises were not loud enough to waken Natasha from her slumber but loud enough to make Vera hot and bothered. Vera became so agitated that she decided she would go make some tea thinking that the soothing brew should calm herself somewhat. As Ebony and Michael were obviously busy in her room, Vera did not bother to dress but padded to the kitchen completely naked. As she assembled the tea paraphernalia and was waiting for the water to boil, Michael, completely naked, emerged from the bedroom and walked past her on the way to the bathroom. They made eye contact and he smiled but he did not otherwise waver from his journey to the bathroom.

Before Vera could even take a new breath Ebony emerged from the room as well and sauntered to the kitchen. Ebony was not shy about her nakedness and she seemed to be oblivious of the telltale ejaculate clearly visible on her hairy bush. She did not appear to be perturbed by Vera's nudity either. She opened the fridge to fetch a couple of cans of beers. 

Then as she opened one can and took a swallow she turned to Vera and said:

"You like my boyfriend don't you?"

Deciding that honesty was the best policy Vera replied:

"Yes I think he is the sexiest man I've ever met."

"Better than Natasha's father?"

"Much better! No competition."

"Would you like to fuck him?"

"Oh yeah. Without a question."

"Would you like to fuck him now?"

"Fuck him now? I mean even with you still here?"

"Of course now. You're already dressed for the occasion. We're like sisters and as far as I am concerned I don't mind sharing a lover with a beloved sister and good friend. Especially a friend who hasn't been getting much lately."

"You got that right Ebony! It has been no sex zilch, nada, zero and I sure could use some. But what about Michael will he object to me joining in?"

"Honey Michael is a man. Every man fantasizes about fucking two women at the same time, especially two women as gorgeous as us. Besides you're white and the bros sure dig you white chicks."

"Well as far as I'm concerned white cock, black cock makes no difference to me. Either one can make my pussy sing."

"Amen sister!"

So the girls trooped into Ebony's bedroom after Vera had turned off the water and opted for a beer. Michael had already returned to the bedroom while the girls had been talking. He had settled on his back on the bed with his hands clasped behind his bed providing a provocative view for the girls. 

Ebony, nonchalantly setting Michael's beer on the bedside table, said:

"Here's your beer baby. Vera decided to join us as her lily white twat sure could use some black meat. I told her that you're enough man for the both of us and I trust you won't disappoint."

"Oh yeah sister I'm man enough for two horny cunts like you."

Then pointing to his now very erect penis he merely continued: 

"As you can very well see ladies."

Vera spoke up breathlessly:

"Oh yes that magnificent cock will do just nicely."

Then without any further ado, Vera climbed onto the bed. With her back to him, she straddled his trunk, grabbed his cock and impaled herself. Then she leaned back, with her palms flat resting on the mattress on either side of him and she started fucking. She was so wet in her love canal when she got his cock in her that there was no pain like it had been with Larry. Oh yes she thought this is what it's all about. This is what it should feel like- heaven on earth as she just enjoyed the sensations. 

She was grunting and squeaking at each thrust and uttering:

"Yes! Yes! Uh huh! Yes! Yes! That's it! Yes that's it! Uh huh! Oh yeah! Give it to me big boy! Just fuck me! Oh yeah that's good! That's so fucking good...."

Ebony watched for a moment but the exciting scene was too much for her as she needed some of the action for herself. She got onto the bed and placed her face right up to the action of Michael's cock and Vera's cunt. She stuck her tongue out and got in some delicious licks of his cock and her cunt as the two of them were fucking. 

Vera got so carried away in her love movements that at one point she inadvertently allowed Michael's cock to slip out of her cunt. Ebony took advantage and popped his cock into her mouth and she got in some heavenly tasting sucks. But as Vera started groaning in agony at the loss of his cock from her cunt, Ebony unselfishly but reluctantly let go of his cock from her mouth and manually reinserted it into Vera's cunt so that they could resume their fucking. 

The fucking continued for some time, as Michael's testes having already just recently produced lots of cum from the previous fucking of Ebony, were slow in manufacturing a fresh batch. As a result of the continuous fucking, his build up towards the evitable climax caused his spine to tingle. The familiar pleasurable sensations coursed throughout his body and blood stream a lot longer than he was used to experiencing. This for him was truly a novel experience, which in turn made him appreciate Vera's fucking even more. Because of Vera's aggressiveness in initiating the fucking his thought process did register that she was fucking him and not the other way around.

As for Vera her mind ran the gauntlet of pleasurable sensations, but the paramount thought seizing her mind was the recognition that at long last she had reached the promised land of ultimate sexual satisfaction. As she was fucking she reveled in the pleasure and so her mind co-operated by hindering a quickly arriving climax.

So she was able to savor her sexual experience fully, but inevitably she realized she was about to reach the point of no return. She instinctively knew she was going to scream and she was afraid she was going to wake up Natasha. As a result of that one sentient moment during the coitus she grabbed a pillow and stuffed it into her mouth to stifle her cries of sexual exultation. Her orgasm was so intense that as she screamed into the pillow her body shook so vibrantly that her huge tits were flopping against her the same as if she had been running on her feet without a bra.

In the afterglow as the three of them were relaxing, Michael had taken note of Vera's precaution of being too vocal in her reaction to her orgasm. Michael was perpetually on guard for negative racial slurs so he immediately interpreted Vera's action as evidence of her shame, of fucking a black man. 

From that perspective he challenged her:

"Vera, why did you put a pillow to your mouth? Were you afraid to show your enjoyment of the sex with me?"

"Oh no the sex was fantastic. You have a wonderful cock that makes my heart pound. I knew I was going to scream and I would not normally care but my four year old daughter is sleeping in the next room and I did not want to wake her with my screams of joy."

Michael Tucker was taken aback by that response. He had not known that Vera was a mother let alone that there was a child in the house albeit asleep in another room. So he sheepishly responded:

"You are a mother? You have a four year old child? How old are you anyway? You don't look old enough to be a mother of a four year old."

"I'm eighteen."

"Wow that means you were fourteen when you gave birth?"

"You got the math correctly Michael."

"Well since you have been pregnant before should I be worried? I didn't use a condom because I knew Ebony is on the Pill. But I obviously did not think I was going to fuck you too when I came over here." 

"No worries Michael, I do have protection against pregnancy. Right now Natasha is enough for me to handle but should I want another child I would list you as my favorite desired father to be."

Ebony snorted and chimed in:

"Since you are her second lover, I wouldn't get too conceited by Vera's declaration if I were you."

Vera, knowing if she wanted more sex that night she would have to be diplomatic, and so she merely replied:

"I didn't want to get pregnant when I did but if I had choice of fathers you would be on top of the list. I am sure you would sire great children."

To emphasize the truthfulness of her last statement Vera eased herself in a position where she could comfortably give head. She popped Michael's cock in her mouth, closed her eyes and sucked on his cock languorously. Having already fucked both Ebony and Vera, Michael's cock only became semi erect with Vera's tongue but she did not care as it was the first time she had a cock in her mouth so she was happy to just savor the experience. Michael and Ebony reached for the beers, Ebony had brought in, and Vera also stopped sucking Michael's cock to drink some beer as well.

Michael asked Vera curiously:

"I like white pussy every now and then but the white bitches I've fucked seemed to have done so that they could brag that they've had black cock. They never seem to want a second experience no matter how good I thought the sex was. But you Vera seem to like black cock and actually seem to want it."

"As I told Ebony black cock, white cock makes no difference to me; either one will make my pussy sing. Actually considering my lack of action I wouldn't care if you had a purple cock. Come to think of it I do have a purple dildo as well, but I must say that your cock plays a better tune."

Ebony laughed and queried:

"A purple dildo? Get out Vera! Surely you don't have a purple dildo."

"I do too. In fact I have a green and yellow one as well. I'll show them to you sometime. You are welcome to try them out."

Meanwhile Michael was amazed at Vera's assertion that she had little experience in sex, and so he asked:

"Hardly any pussy action, Vera? You must be joking. You just told me that you have a four year old kid so you obviously are not a virgin."

Vera thoughtfully replied:

"As you know a girl gets pregnant on one sexual occasion only. Thus when a girl is pregnant or has been pregnant it proves only that she's no longer a virgin but tells nothing about how experienced she is in sex. In my case when I lost my cherry is the same time when I got pregnant. Alas my second sexual experience did not follow until just this past June; oddly enough with the same 'gentleman', I might add. Tonight was then the third time I had cock in my pussy and just now was the first time I've had a cock in my mouth. So you can see in the matter of black cock vs white cock I'm not in a position to be choosy."

Amazed by Vera's assertion, Michael gasped:

"What's the matter with the male population of Chicago then to ignore you Vera? I mean you're hot! Hotter than lava! I mean if Ebony and I were not an item I'd be after you to get into your pants constantly."

Ebony smirked:

"On this occasion it was easy to get into Vera's pants since she wasn't wearing any."

Vera replied:

"I suppose it's easy to get sex when one is naked but it is not practical to be so, especially in public. To tell the truth with school, work and having to look after Natasha, I was too pooped to make myself available for sex. However I am taking a year off school before I go to college so I look forward to having some sex this year. Tonight has been a good start."

Ebony felt incumbent on her part to say:

"Just so as you see Michael as a start to your sexual adventures. I'd like to keep him for my own pleasures. I hate to fight over a guy with you."

Vera replied:

"Oh don't worry I am not one to deliberately steal a guy from a friend of mine especially you Ebony. I won't fuck Michael unless I have your permission."

Michael added:

"Ebony's my girl but I certainly enjoy having both of you at the same time. Look Vera I'll get in touch with my cousin who's a good guy. He recently broke up with his girlfriend so he is in the market. I'm sure one look at you and he'll be thanking me for the introduction."

"Cool!" Vera replied.

Ebony finished her beer and set it on the table. "Enough talk," she said,"I'm ready for some more action!"

With that said as Michael remained on his back, Ebony slid down to position herself in a convenient spot to give head. Vera likewise set aside her beer and slid down on the opposite side of Michael to also give head as well. The girls looked at each other, smiled and then commenced an intriguing unrehearsed sexual sequence. Ebony simply popped Michael's semi hard cock in her mouth to start a fellatio activity. Vera with one hand was tenderly caressing his balls as she was simultaneously licking them. With her other hand she pushed and shoved two fingers into his rectum. She then frigged him but gently.

Ebony then passed Michael's cock to Vera who immediately swallowed it. Vera removed her fingers from Michael's ass and offered them to Ebony who eagerly accepted them in her mouth. As she was slurping on Vera's fingers, Ebony stuck two fingers into Michael's ass with the intention of affording Vera a similar taste to what she was enjoying. 

As the girls were sprawled on their sides along Michael's body he had easy access to their cunts. So he took advantage and was masturbating each girl's clit and labia lips. Although he was in an awkward position he managed to effectively bring pleasure to the girls' cunts. In fact both of them were involuntarily moaning and groaning in appreciation of his manual dexterity. Then when Ebony was sucking on Michael's cock again, she could sense that he was getting primed for ejaculation. Rather than completing her fellatio, she expelled his cock. 

She moved to straddle him and impaling herself, she said:

"I believe it is my turn to have cock in my cunt."

Vera scrambled out of her position and moved to straddle his face allowing him to perform cunnilingus on her. The girls were facing each other and holding on to each other by the sides. To prolong the coitus Ebony was deliberately riding his cock in an agonizingly measured slow pace. Such leisurely turtle like speed allowed the girls to effectively commence and retain a lasting kiss. As their lips were locked in a sweet delicious kiss, they were able to steady themselves sufficiently so that their hands were free to grope each other's tits. Their nipples soon pebbled under such attention. Each girl was well endowed in this department so their hands had plenty to play with.

When Ebony had stopped sucking on his cock, Michael's progression of sperm development in his testes was momentarily retarded. Once his cock was inserted into Ebony's cunt the build-up of his cum was resumed. However the momentary interruption of the activity on his cock did have the negative impact on his hormones. Consequently he was feeling a raw pain at the bottom of his spine which was of a similar sensation as if a knife was actually scraping his spine. 

Paradoxically this teasing pain enhanced his enjoyment of the fucking and the relief of ejaculation was much more exquisite than usual. His ejaculation was of a less volatile release. Rather than blasting from his penis all at once, his sperm this time flowed out in stop and go spurts.

The feeling of the irregular flow of his sperm in her love canal triggered an intense orgasm for Ebony. She loudly hyperventilated and perspired profusely throughout her body. Vera's reaction to her orgasm was the loudest vocally. With her mind reveling in her first oral stimulation of her cunt she screamed out inanities such as:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh yes! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me! Oh yes...."

As Vera broke out of her euphoria, a reality set in. She immediately was concerned at the loudness of the noise she had uttered. Fearing she had disturbed her daughter's sleep, she scooted out of the bed and exclaimed:

"Please excuse me for the moment. I must see to Natasha, as I am afraid the sounds I made may have awakened her."

Ebony replied:

"Sure honey but you will come back won't you?"

"Oh yes I'd love to come back if I am welcomed. I would be a fool to pass up the opportunity for more fucking if you guys are game."

After checking on Natasha, who had not awakened from her slumber but continued to sleep soundly, Vera's motherly concerns were alleviated. When she returned to Ebony's room, she found Ebony had provided more beer and some pizza. Apparently Michael and Ebony had brought some pizza into the house but as Ruth had left so soon after their arrival they had decided to forgo the pizza at that time in favor of immediate sex. The three of them found the pizza and beer to be an ideal refreshment while relaxing from their recent activity before continuing. 

As they were eating Ebony came up with an idea:

"Vera, why don't you and I have a contest?"

"A contest? What do you have in mind?"

"Well, see this sand timer- it takes exactly three minutes for the sand to flow from the top to the bottom. So I say we sprawl on the bed on our elbows and knees with our asses sticking up in the air. Michael could then fuck us doggy style alternatively. This is where this sand timer comes in play. As Michael fucks one of us for three minutes, he then fucks the other girl for three minutes we just make sure we turn the timer over on very occasion a change occurs. Thus Mike continues to fuck us alternatively until he cums. The girl he cums in wins and the losing girl will have to pay a forfeit."

"A forfeit? What kind of forfeit?"

"The losing girl has to tongue clean the winning girl's cunt so there is no more leaking of juices from that twat. The winning girl will have the honor of tongue cleaning Michael's cock."

"Sounds OK to me, I'm game. How do we decide which of us Michael starts fucking?"

"We can play rock, paper and scissors."

"OK." 

Michael had to laugh at the childish game the girls devised to advance their adult sex game. It, of course, endeared the girls further to him. Vera won with rock over Ebony's scissors and so she had the honor to receive Michael's cock first. The girls shooed Michael off the bed so they could position themselves to the optimum stance for solid fucking. The girls sprawled on the bed on their elbows and knees side by side each other as close as possible. Their heads were facing the headboard which included a book shelf across the width of the bed. Thus there was a flat steady surface for the girls to place the three minute sand timer. The girls wiggled their asses to summon Michael.

Michael returned to the bed and placed himself in the convenient place right behind and between the girls' asses. As he plunged his cock into Vera's exposed cunt, he leaned forward and with his long reach was able to manipulate underneath a tit of each girl. Once Michael's cock was inside Vera's cunt, Ebony turned the sand timer to start the three minute limit of fucking. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 08



Once the sand emptied out of the top compartment to indicate the expiration of three minutes Ebony yelled:

"Time Michael. Switch please!"

Michael dutifully withdrew his cock from Vera's cunt and started fucking Ebony. He had placed himself conveniently so that that there was no awkwardness in his ability to change his fucking partner. He was also able to continue fondling the girls' tits without any interruption. As Michael started fucking Ebony, Vera switched the sand timer to begin the timing of a new three minute fucking interval. Thus the pattern was established for Michael to fuck both Vera and Ebony in constant changing sequence.

Although Michael's constant change of fucking partners was completed rather smoothly, nevertheless each change interrupted the natural steady progression towards his climax. Consequently his fucking was prolonged and continued beyond his norm. This in turn kept the girls agitated in suspense. Each girl wanted to be the winner of their impromptu sexual contest and the uncertainty of who might be the winner enhanced their normal euphoria. 

After each girl had been fucked three times it was evident the end was near when Michael would finally cum. Thus when each girl was being fucked they each produced exaggerated vocal reactions to the fucking they were receiving. No doubt their reactions were involuntarily but still the subconscious desire to win was a factor to spur their unabashed exhibition of their sexual ecstasy.

Finally Michael did cum and the winner was....Ebony! As she became aware that his sperm was flooding her vagina, Ebony went ballistic in her verbal outbursts: 

"Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me! Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck me! Oh fuck! Oh fuck me...."

Michael was also shouting out inanities:

"Oh fuck Ebony! My bitch...." but that was the extent of his articulation. He could not go beyond vocally since his mind was swamped by the sexual ecstasy.

Although Vera did not win the quickly contrived sexual game she was exhilarated by the contest and definitely by the sex. She quickly repositioned herself to carry out her duties as the loser of the contest. She started licking Ebony's cunt pursuant to the terms of the contest. Vera's mindset quickly reverted from disappointment of losing the sexual contest to enjoying the consequences of her supposed loss. For one thing Michael had released a copious amount of semen in Ebony's cunt so there was plenty of cum for Vera to savor, slurp up and ingest. Ebony's cunt reeked of a sexual odor that drove Vera's hormones to induce a minor delayed orgasm for Vera. Yes Vera was indeed a happy camper!

Michael offered his spent cock to Ebony's mouth in accordance to the contest. Ebony was so far gone in her orgasm from Michael's fucking that she acted like an automaton in accepting his cock to her mouth. Once Michael's cock and Ebony's cunt were cleaned as a result of the oral attention and pursuant to the sexual agreement the three young people were satiated. 

Consequently Ebony fell asleep in Michael's arms and Vera returned to her room so that Natasha would not wake up alone. 

Michael Tucker made good on his word. A few days later, Vera received a call from a Rodney Parker and the conversation went as follows:

"Hello Vera Starikovich?"

"Yes that's me."

Vera had winched at the horrible mispronunciation of her surname by Rodney that she had to add:

"But my last name is pronounced 'Star Eee Cove Which'."

Rodney replied:

"Sorry about that, I think I got it right now. I am Rodney Parker and I'm Michael Tucker's cousin. I understand that you have made the acquaintance of my cousin recently."

"Yes our paths crossed."

Rodney had to suppress a chuckle at Vera's euphemism. Michael had explicitly outlined to him the exact circumstances of how he got to know Vera. He managed to affect a solemn demeanor as he continued: 

"Yes well my cousin tells me that you're a charming, beautiful young lady."

"It's nice to hear that there are good reports of me circulating about."

"My cousin also advises me that you might delight in being in company with a tall, dark, handsome male person."

"I can't deny that. I do believe that's fair to say."

"Well I can vouch that I'm tall, dark and male. As for being handsome it's not for me to say. However I can say that I have yet to encounter a female who has run away in horror upon seeing my appearance."

"Well scoring perfectly in three out of four categories of attraction seems pretty good. From what you tell me about your handsomeness you must at the very least rate one half of the points available on that score. So that should bump your desirability average to 87.5%; certainly high enough to make a girl take notice."

"I see you are good at math."

"Yes it's my best and favorite subject in school. But don't be alarmed I assure you I'm otherwise all female and my love of math is only an aberration to my femininity."

"It is OK to be good at math. Last I checked it's not a crime. And I can assure you that I am not intimidated by a girl with brains."

"For such kind words I must award five more bonus points to your desirability quotient rating to bring it up to a near impossible to resist average of 92.5%."

Rodney laughed at the playfulness of Vera so he cut to the chase:

"I was wondering if you would like to share a meal with me at a suitable restaurant. I might point out that if against the odds of 92.5% you do find my company odious at least you will get a good meal in compensation. I guarantee you will be satisfied with the restaurant."

"Well I can see I can't lose, but what about you? Aren't you afraid of me not measuring up? You know that blind dates are at best a crapshoot."

"Oh I'm not apprehensive. Michael and I are very close cousins as close as such relatives can be. He's never steered me wrong. When he told me you're hot then I knew I could take it to the bank. Actually I believe he said you're hotter than lava; hot enough to melt metal."

"Ah your cousin is too kind. Ignoring all the caveats of blind dates I'm sure I would be pleased to make your acquaintance."

Vera could not be more delighted with Rodney's repartee so she had no apprehensions in agreeing to a date. When Rodney arrived at the Excalibur Street house to pick up Vera she was indeed not disappointed. It took all the presence of her mind to keep her mouth shut to prevent her drooling in admiration. 

There was no denying that Rodney Parker was a STUD. He was 6'2" tall and his skin color was as black as coal. He had lots of hair and it was arranged in a completely conservative fashion without any of Afro-American style to it. Vera just knew she would love to run her hands through those thick locks.

As he was wearing an overcoat Vera could not speculate on the size of his male package. However she noticed he had a big nose and big feet. Remembering the old wives' tale that big feet and big nose translated into big cock, she smiled in anticipation of what was in store for her. After just five seconds of seeing him she vowed to herself that if his cock did not penetrate her cunt at the end of the evening, her reticence would not be the reason. She knew she could not put up even pretence of reluctance to any sexual advance he might make; there would be zero resistance by her. There was no doubt in her mind that the meal/date was a mere formality to pave the way for the natural conclusion of an intense sexual experience. 

Ebony had answered the door when Rodney called and she was likewise suitably impressed by his appearance. While she was momentarily alone with Vera who was getting her purse and readying herself to leave with Rodney, Ebony gushed:

"What a hunk Vera! You sure are a lucky girl. Please keep me in mind if you are inclined to share him."

"Tired of Michael already, are you Ebony?"

"Oh no, Michael's my guy. But you know what they say Vera- variety is the spice of life. And I sure wouldn't mind having Rodney spice up my life."

"Well let me have him spice my life up first and I'll report back to you."

"I'm counting on it girl!"

Rodney took Vera to a traditional Italian family run neighborhood restaurant named Mama Mia which was located next to the beginning of the commercial downtown area. Since Vera worked in an upscale restaurant she was a gourmet of fine dining. Although Mama Mia did not have the elegance of her work place, the food was high class. The atmosphere had an authentic Italian aura such that Vera thoroughly enjoyed herself and couldn't be happier at a restaurant that was twice or thrice as expensive as this restaurant.

Rodney turned out to be a school teacher who taught middle school grades at a school near the restaurant. Actually his apartment was so close to the restaurant that he parked there as they walked to the restaurant. Vera took that as a good sign that he intended to bring her back to his place. He had to know from what Michael told him that she lived in a room with her daughter so that fucking at her place was out of the question. Ah yes, she thought, she definitely was going to get laid tonight.

Rodney was enchanted with Vera. She was as beautiful as advertised by his cousin. She was witty and an excellent conversationalist. She had tremendous self confidence in herself and yet there was an absence of even a hint of vanity. She ate wholeheartedly without any concern of weight or diet consequences. During their conversations she paid no heed to compliments of her pulchritude but did savor praise of her intellect.

Rodney attributed Vera's self assurance to the fact she had raised her child while attending school and holding down a full time job. Yes her roommates, the Williams sisters, were of tremendous help, but Vera's accomplishment was nevertheless remarkable.

They flirted with each other throughout the meal and exchanged unmistakable signals of sexual interest. When the excellent meal was over Rodney invited Vera to his apartment for an after dinner drink. There was no coyness in Vera's response; she cheerfully accepted leaving no doubt that there was an implied assent to more than just a mere drink. They walked happily hand in hand to his apartment which was a second floor residence of a two story two unit condominium. The entrance to his apartment was an uncovered outside stairway.

Once inside the apartment, as Rodney was about to move to the kitchen to prepare drinks, Vera grabbed him and turned him around to face her saying:

"The drinks can wait; first I got to do this."

Standing on tiptoes she embraced him and started a fierce and passionate kiss. As the kiss continued Vera became more aroused. Her hormones were doing a happy dance as her mind registered that at long last she was going to get an authentic great/good/tremendous sexual experience. Yes sex with Michael and Ebony was great but this time she had Rodney all to herself and she did not have to share him. The sex with Larry did not merit even a nanosecond of deliberation in the inner workings of Vera's mind.

As the kiss continued Vera groped for Rodney's cock. She gasped as soon as she touched it as she realized he was not just big but, he was huge. Her panties were soaked already from her female juices. She was oblivious to what Rodney was doing except for the kissing. After fumbling for an eternity, she freed his cock from his trousers. At that point she could not abide any further foreplay. She broke the kiss, kicked off her shoes, hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties and pantyhose so she was exposed from the waist down. She pulled Rodney down with her to land on the floor. 

With him on top of her, she cried out desperately:

"Enough! I need your cock in my now! Take me on the floor right now! Please fuck me. Oh please fuck me Rodney."

Still wearing all his clothes including shoes, with his prick sticking out of his pants, he penetrated her and fucked her right on the floor. As soon as he was inside her, with her hands firmly holding him, she started moving her hips to coincide with his thrusts. Her excitement urged him on to a fast pace. She was grunting, and squeaking for all her worth. Her energy quickly caused him to reach his climax a lot faster than what he was used to. 

As he was ejaculating she was screaming out her orgasm. There was no doubt that despite the brevity of their coitus she had reached a high stage of sexual euphoria. In fact he could not recall any previous female partner he had fucked that seemed to have enjoyed her orgasm as much as Vera just did. In addition to her screams of pure joy, she was hyperventilating and perspiring profusely. 

Finally she started calming down but she could not help exclaiming:

"Oh thank you Rodney for fucking me! I needed that! I needed you to fuck me that quickly! I needed you to tame the edge of excitement that was building in me. Thank you again. I'm sorry I shortchanged you just now. I promise I'll make it up to you next. I'll not need the fucking to be that quick then. In the meantime I can now use the drink you were going to offer."

Rodney was taken aback by Vera's outburst and especially by her sincere apology for her perceived failure to thoroughly please him. This was a sharp contrast to most females, make that all females, he had previously fucked. All of them had the attitude that they were doing a great favor to allow him to fuck them. Thus, they had no concern to his pleasures since their assumption was that he had achieved his pleasures as soon as they were naked to him. Yet Vera, who was easily the most beautiful female he had fucked, was not at all snotty. Instead she signaled that she was grateful for his attentions and was most concerned that she may have not have pleased him. She apparently felt incumbent to suggest she would do better the next time.

Accordingly, he reassured her:

"Not to worry Vera, I got my rocks off even though I have not yet seen you naked."

"You haven't seen me naked? I guess that's true enough but I can fix that right away!"

With that Vera scrambled to her feet and undressed herself as frantically and as quickly as possible, leaving her clothes strewn about the floor. Once she was completely naked she cupped her ample breasts and tweaked her nipples to rock hardness. 

She then gushed:

"What do you think Rodney? Do you like my titties? Aren't they beauties? My roommates, the Williams sisters, have assured me they are pretty good despite the fact they have spectacular ones themselves. Especially Ebony your cousin's girlfriend. Her boobs certainly are nothing to sniff at."

Rodney's eyes actually bulged at the splendid sight of Vera's magnificent rack. He assured her:

"Oh Vera those are the best looking tits I've ever seen. You put the models in "Playboy magazine" to shame."

Vera beamed with a huge smile as she was genuinely flattered. She turned around and bent down. Reaching behind with her hands she spread her buttocks as far apart as she could to expose provocatively her nether orifices. She slyly asked:

"Do you like my bummy? Do you like what you see? I hope you are one of those guys who enjoy licking down there. I'd love that. I'll do that for you too if you like."

Rodney was now very excited by Vera's bold and saucy tantalizations, and he replied:

"Oh yes Vera! I certainly am one of those guys who like to lick girls' assholes. Especially a very cute one like yours. I can't wait to get at it."

Vera giggled in a very girly fashion and replied:

"Oh my! What sweet words! You just make me tingle all over."

Then Vera straightened herself and turned to face him again. With her hands she reached down to spread her labia lips wide and causing her clit to protrude overtly. She cooed:

"You've already had your cock in there but would you like your tongue in there as well? You can see I'm truly a natural blonde. I've heard you black guys dig blondes like me so I hope I am appealing to you."

By now Vera's chatter had enflamed Rodney such that he was fully aroused again. Pointing to the bedroom he growled:

"We will postpone our drinks a little longer. Just get yourself into that bed there and I'll show you how much I dig blondes."

Vera giggled again as she quickly hustled to the bedroom exclaiming:

"Oh I don't mind forgoing my drink if I am going to be pleasured like I think I'm going to be."

As Vera got to the bed she pulled the bed covers off as she preferred to rest on the sheets. She then flopped on her back awaiting developments. Rodney had followed her and was simultaneously divesting himself of his clothes. By the time Vera was lying on her back with her head resting on a pillow Rodney was standing next to her clad only in his shorts. When he removed his briefs his cock sprung forward revealing a steel hard erection.

Vera gasped as this was her first real view of it, and with a new smile she could not help but tease:

"Oh Rod! That's a mighty fine rod you have. How lucky can I be? Come closer please. Let me touch it. I'd like to kiss it. I'd like to put my lips around it. I want to suck it. I want it fully in my mouth. I'd like it to tickle my throat. I want to taste that delicious black cock. I want to worship it before you put it in my twat."

Rodney did move closer so she could grasp his penis. As she stroked it he got on to the bed. Without her breaking contact with his cock he positioned himself over her with his knees on either side below her armpits. As she was underneath him between his thighs, she was able to raise herself and pop his penis in her mouth. Reaching behind him with the palms of her hands clutching his buttocks, she was able to bob her head up and down along his rod while sucking his flesh. As she was slurping his cock she was making a sound between humming and groaning. It was a sound of complete pleasure as Vera was obviously ecstatic.

The feel of his cock in her mouth was so erotic to her mind that her cunt was involuntarily oozing out her copious female juices. Also escaping from there was a strong potent odor of pure lust and sex. Rather than being offended or bothered by her odors Rodney was aroused. Her sexual scent was a positive aphrodisiac to him. As he did not wish to cum in her mouth he pulled out to slide down and fuck her in the missionary position. 

Vera was momentarily torn between two desires. She would have wished to have continued the fellatio as she craved the taste of his semen. She definitely would not have minded having a mouth full of his cum to swallow, but she craved having his cock in her cunt again and would not mind being fucked vaginally.

This time the fucking, although similar in outward appearances to the previous frantic one was 180 degrees opposite in desires, thoughts and emotions. This time Vera did not desperately need to assuage the itch of a burning sexual need. Plus she was able to be more mobile since she did not have her panties and pantyhose at her ankles restricting her legs. Consequently she wrapped her legs around his trunk to allow for deeper penetration. She felt herself completely filled up. 

Her increased mobility allowed herself to sufficiently ensure he touched all her pleasure spots giving her maximum enjoyment from the friction in her love canal. Since his pace of fucking this time was at a much slower pace each stroke in of itself to her felt like the fulfillment of a particular pleasure need. 

The deliberate slow pace of Rodney's fucking also meant there was a continual build up to her euphoria. Vera felt like she was on fire and each stroke was like a log added to her fire making her even hotter. As a result she was perspiring again rather profusely despite relatively little physical exertion on her part. Her mind was consumed by the realization that she was in the arms of a man; not a boy. A man who was not just fucking her; not just possessing her body; but he was touching and gripping her soul! She was utterly exhilarated. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 08



There was a dresser in the room to Vera's right mounted by a large rectangular mirror. Vera had excellent eyesight and when she turned to the mirror she saw vividly in clear detail their copulation. Seeing them fucking was an extra turn on for her. The contrast between his coal black skin color and her pale white complexion was startling and intriguing. The sight of seeing her fucking while she was actually fucking was more erotic than she could have ever imagined.

This visual treat also set her mind racing in a new direction. The other day when she had suggested to Michael that she would not have minded bearing his children they both knew it was idle chit chat not meant to be taken seriously. As Rodney started speeding up his pace and was now vigorously fucking her, she came to the realization that she actually would truly desire to bear at least one child with him. Just as she was about to lose her mind to a passionate orgasm, she vowed herself to have her IUD removed at the earliest opportunity. After all she reasoned with Larry's support monies she could easily afford another child and with Natasha she had already proved to herself that she could manage school and work while being a mother.

That was the last sentient thought Vera had before she succumbed to a powerful orgasm. She was unaware of reality as her pleasures overwhelmed her. She screamed and not in a quiet voice either. She screamed inanities, meaningless words or expressions devoid of any sense, and offering no insight as to what was happening to her. The sound of her screams was very eerie. Pain and agony components were equally evident with pleasure and joy.

When she started to recover, she became embarrassed as she realized how she had reacted. She felt like an utter fool as to her mind her screams were absolutely childish and she could not help wonder why she could not have had better control of herself. After all she certainly had made no noise on the two occasions she was fucked by Larry; but then again she did not have an orgasm either. Admittedly she was very vocal in her orgasms when fucking with Michael and Ebony but she suspected she was then within the bounds of decorum. 

She knew enough that guys expected and reveled in orgasms of their female partners. The more passionate the orgasm the more they believed the same was induced by their presumed superior love-making. However Vera also believed that there was a line of decorum in such matters whereby beyond it guys would not tolerate. Now she did not know where that line of decorum was but she knew she had truly and well crossed it in this case. She believed she should have restrained herself and she was ashamed of her utter lack of will power. However as she was continuing to calm down she was relieved to notice that Rodney by his demeanor exhibited no apparent distaste or disgust at her antics. To diffuse her distress and soothe herself she decided to act like she was blasé. 

She tried to adopt a cavalier attitude be saying:

"I believe I really would like that drink now. A gin and tonic if you have it will do me nicely. Perhaps I can get it drunk before we get distracted again."

"Distracted? Is that how you characterize our activity?"

Now Vera delighted in expressing euphemisms especially in sexual banter so she said:

"Well you do make my pussy sing..." 

Vera stopped in mid sentence as she realized the literal meaning of what she was saying drew attention to the sounds she had made in their love-making. She turned a beet red as she recalled that she also had farted during her orgasm and loud enough that Rodney must have noticed. Rodney was laughing as he was now used to and enjoyed Vera's speech tendencies. 

Noticing though her distress and suspecting the cause of it he assured her:

"Vera there's no denying that you are enthusiastic in sex but that's nothing to be ashamed of. Worthwhile guys, and I modestly include myself in that category, prefer their gals to be energetic and not a cold fish. OK then gin and tonic coming right up."

Vera was mollified by Rodney's words. She was momentarily in dread that he must have been horrified by her antics and would have nothing further to do with her. Taking his words at face value she was relieved that he was not annoyed with her so she smiled and replied:

"Yes well please hurry up with that drink. I think I would like to be distracted again. Perhaps after a few sips." 

"Your wish is my command. I can guarantee that further distractions are definitely on the agenda."

Rodney returned with the drinks, Jack and Coke for him, and they relaxed sitting side by side on the bed, with their backs resting on pillows jammed against the headboard. As they sipped their drinks, they were silent as each was lost in thought.

On Rodney's part he reflected on the fact that Vera was easily the most beautiful woman he had fucked, and he had fucked some very fine looking women. She was also the least pretentious about her beauty though. Even when she flaunted her nakedness at him, it was done on the universal understanding that males (heterosexual ones that is) wanted to fuck females. So Vera was merely displaying her female charms to show him what was in store for him. There was no suggestion by Vera's coquettish behavior that she deemed herself a raving beauty such that he should consider himself lucky and extremely fortunate that she would condescend to allow him her body. Quite the contrary she gave signals that she considered herself fortunate that he considered her worthwhile to fuck.

He was bemused by her apprehension that he might be horrified by her very excessive, presumed by her, vocal and demonstrative orgasm. His reaction to her orgasm was the exact opposite to her fear in that he was honestly elated. Since she had implied embarrassment at her forceful orgasm she inadvertently confessed that she was unduly affected by their copulation more so than she would have expected. The obvious conclusion is that there was chemistry between them. His ego and male pride could not be any larger by this evidence that he was capable of sexually gratifying such a gorgeous creature as Vera Starikovich.

Rodney appreciated that their difference of race was of absolutely no concern or issue to Vera. When he was with and fucked other white women, he always could discern their condescension, however deeply disguised. He was always under the impression that these women always considered their sex with him as a lark not to be taken seriously; just a trifle interlude in their lives. 

Vera was a completely different kettle of fish. Although she was definitely not chaste and he suspected if they had a relationship she just might cheat on him, still their relationship would be meaningful to her and as authentic as she was capable of in committing to any man.

Michael had told him of her remark to him about seeing no difference between black or white cock. Vera behaved in word and deed congruently to that assertion during this whole evening.

As he considered all these good qualities of Vera it struck him how modest she was. Rodney was amazed at Vera's accomplishments which she did not deem as a big deal. She was pregnant at thirteen; ran away from home so she could have her child; found work to provide for her and her child's livelihood; went to school; got a high school education at a prestigious private school mind you; and was now accepted at the University of Chicago which she would enter next fall. As a school teacher, himself, he knew full well that most teenagers could not possibly have achieved what she had accomplished. 

Yet Vera downplayed her achievements by pointing out the luck of having the Williams sisters and particularly Ruth Williams to help her. She pointed out also that her present financial comfort was based on the largesse of her child's father. Vera had given no details about this matter and of course Rodney knew he was in no position to pry. Still Rodney believed that the help she had did not diminish her success. 

The more Rodney thought about it the more evident it became that Vera Starikovich was probably the most impressive woman he was likely to personally encounter. And besides all that she was great in bed! The sex he just had with her was easily by far the best sex he ever had and he had had his fair share. Rodney concluded that this was definitely not going to be a one night stand and that Vera was going to be more than a fuck buddy.

Vera for her part was only thinking about her decision to have a child by Rodney. She realized that she might be naïve in believing this was a wise or desirable decision but she just could not ignore her feelings. True she hardly knew Rodney but her instincts told her he was THE MAN. Besides she was religious enough to believe that if God did not mean for her to have a child by Rodney then she would not get pregnant birth control or no birth control.

While they were sipping their drinks and just silently indulging in their private thoughts they were absentmindedly caressing each other's bodies. Vera was idly stroking Rodney's penis and he in turn was playing with her tits and occasionally straying to play with her cunt. Their casual mutual touching eventually put them in the mood for yet another intimacy.

Rodney thus commanded:

"Vera, get on your hands and knees. Stick your pretty ass up in the air and I'll fuck you from behind."

"Really? Oh goody! I love being fucked that way."

"I think you are pulling my leg, Vera. Some girls I've asked have refused thinking it's a disgusting position. The girls that have complied made no bones about how they did not enjoy it."

"Not me. When I was a little girl about eight or nine, I spent a week at a horse breeding farm; a school friend had invited me to visit with her family. One day as I was alone and standing next to a corral, I watched fascinated as a stallion mounted a mare. Although I did not know much about sex at the time, I knew enough to identify myself with the mare. I was wondering what she was feeling as I instinctively knew she was enjoying what was happening to her. The memory of this incident was seared in my mind ever since as I knew I would want to experience a similar sensation. So oh yes I liked being fucked that way. Just hold on a second as I get ready."

Rodney's cock had hardened upon hearing Vera's words. It became steel hard as he became aware that she was actually relishing in participating in a sexual act that most other females he was aware of abhorred. He realized that despite relatively little sexual experience, Vera was a bundle of surprises and more adventurous than the more sophisticated other lovers he had fucked.

Before he could speculate further, Vera had gotten into position and was wiggling her ass provocatively inviting some action. Rodney's cock was absolutely as stiff as it could get. Vera spread her thighs and calves as far apart as possible to allow him to be between them.

As he got behind her, he surprised her:

"Before I fuck you perhaps I can first satisfy that secret desire you expressed when you first showed me your pretty little ass hole." 

Suiting his words to action he parted her ass cheeks and started licking the crack of her ass, her ass hole and then sticking his tongue in her rectum. 

She squeaked and cooed in obvious delight:

"Oh Rodney! Oh God! Oh Rodney! That's good! That's so fucking good! I love it! Oh I'm wet! I'm so wet for you!"

Unbelievably his cock got even harder and was almost getting painful for him. Reluctantly he quit licking her ass, and got closer to penetrate her. He guided his solid cock into her dripping cunt, and she squealed in ecstasy as she felt herself being filled up. Once he had his cock solidly in her pussy he draped himself over her so he could reach and fondle her breasts as he was fucking her. 

The fucking was incredible for her. This position allowed maximum penetration and she could feel his cock reach and touch her womb. She grunted at each thrust. She entered a new stage of ecstasy. She believed it was impossible for her to be any happier. She could now detect the origin and onslaught of yet another fantastic orgasm which she now knew he would not hold it against. How lucky can she be was really her last sentient thought.

He had now increased his pace of fucking to frantic so she knew he was about to cum. And as she felt his cum starting to flood her vagina she started to cum herself. Suddenly during her orgasm she felt something fall on her shoulder blades. She simultaneously felt Rodney slump on to her back and felt his weight heavy on her. Before she could process these sensations and react she felt a hand and a cloth placed on her face covering her mouth and nose. Then she passed out.

When Vera woke up she found herself still naked spread eagled on her back on a wrought iron bed. Her hands secured by handcuffs were manacled to the headboard and her legs were secured by rope attached to the foot of the bed. In addition there looked like a hospital IV was hooked up to her arm. As her hands and legs were chained she obviously could not unhook this attachment to her body. 

She was in a huge room which she later learned was an empty office room of an unused storage warehouse. There was little in way of furniture; a large rectangular board with mirrors on each side; a fairly large television set on a stand; a chest of drawers and on it was a contraption which Vera was to learn was a homemade electric shock machine; an area rug; and ominously a block and tackle set up. There also was a space heater and a lonely light bulb both turned on. There were heavy curtains covering the windows thus disguising the time of the day. To the other side of the bed there was a wooden hard back chair with a burlap bag on it. The bag obviously contained an object.

As she was observing all this, the door opened, and an odd looking man entered. He was relatively short about five and a half feet tall. He was pudgy and wore a moustache which gave him a slight resemblance to Adolf Hitler except he was half bald unlike the late dictator. Although the resemblance was only slight still it was enough to cause Vera to shudder as she sensed evil was about to befall her. As the man came to a stop next to the chair, he spoke in perfect English slightly surprising Vera as she almost expected a German accent:

"Ah Ms Starikovich I see you have finally awakened. I was beginning to fear you were going to rival Sleeping Beauty for duration of slumber."

Unnerved that he knew her name, Vera blurted:

"Who the fuck are you? Why am I here? Where is Rodney?" 

The man reached for the burlap back and pulled out a decapitated human head; Rodney's head. Holding Rodney's head by its hair directly in front of Vera, he said:

"I presume this is the Rodney you are referring to?"

Vera shrieked in horror and then vomited. She had turned her head when she was hurling, but parts of her vomit inevitably stuck on her face and in her hair. The man got on and stood on the chair. Removing his cock from its clothing confines he started urinating on Vera's face and as he was chuckling he said:

"Lucky for you I needed to piss so I could help clean up after you." 

As Vera was enduring the humiliation of being pissed upon, she was in constant horror as to what had just transpired. Given her current situation, being humiliated was the least of her worries. She now realized that she was imprisoned by a murderous fiend possibly insane. If she was to take at face value his assertion that he was urinating on her face for the sole purpose of ridding her vomit from her body, then it was a distinct possibility that he was insane. If he was insane then she felt she had no chance.

Paradoxically, if he was rationally evil then she thought by using her wits there might be an opportunity to escape. Bearing this in mind, after she finished barfing, she asked:

"Who are you? Why are you holding me prisoner- I have done you no harm? Why have you killed Rodney? I am pretty sure he has likewise done no harm to you?"

"He's a nigger!"

Oh my God, thought Vera, he's a fucking lunatic racist. Before she would let the terror take over, she knew she was doomed if she exhibited fear to him. So to retain any chance to best him she opted to act cool, calm and collected.

In this vein she responded:

"You are just stating a fact not a reason for killing him."

The man was taken aback at Vera's boldness. In his mind he had judged her to be a dumb blonde bimbo. How else could he account for her fucking a nigger as he considered Rodney to be in his own mind? It was inconceivable to him that any decent white woman would have consensual sex with a black man. Thus for his own sanity he had to assume that Vera was a professional prostitute, and he treated her accordingly. 

So he scornfully replied:

"It's one thing for him being a nigger and knowing his place, but it's another thing for him to stick his black ugly prick into a white woman and impregnate her. That's the way these niggers are planning to defeat us white folks, by polluting our pure blood. I see it as my mission to stop this miscegenation."

Vera shuddered at the man's vicious racial vitriol. She could not think of anyone back in her hometown of Crystal Springs, Mississippi as being so outrageous in racial hatred. Despite his uncouth speech resembling the worst stereotypical southern cracker, he seemed to be well educated as evidenced by his phraseology. Thus, Vera suspected she was going to get nowhere by debating with him. 

So she changed tactics by asking:

"What's that you have hooked up to my arm? Are you slowly poisoning me?"

"It's a hospital IV; it will prevent you from getting dehydrated and keep you alive between the times I feed you."

Vera cringed as his words seem to imply he was intending to keep her permanently imprisoned and shackled to the bed. For the moment dismissing all negative thoughts she further probed:

"A hospital IV? Do you work at a hospital?"

"Yes I am Dr Frank Slaughter, forensic pathologist at North Central Memorial."

Vera gasped at this new bit of knowledge. Obviously being a pathologist explained why he was presumably able to extract Rodney's head easily from his body, and what a grim appropriate name to this villain. She also noted that Ruth worked at this hospital but given his anathema to blacks she knew it was not useful to her to reveal this fact to him. As a further coincidence this was the same hospital where she gave birth to her daughter Natasha. Vera shuddered at the notion that this hospital which was previously a source of happy reminiscences for her was now apparently to become the symbol of the evil that she was about to face. 

Revealing his name to her, reinforced the idea that he was not intending to let her go; a conclusion she had already reached given his murder of Rodney. Since he seemed to be intent on keeping her alive for some time, she knew she had some time to come with a strategy to affect an escape. However she knew that if she did not escape she would eventually suffer the same fate as Rodney. 

While Vera was pondering her options Slaughter said:

"I'm going to insert this pill in your mouth and I want you to satisfy me by demonstrating that you have swallowed it. If I am not satisfied I will force another pill in your mouth and if I am not satisfied that you have not ingested both of these pills I will start cutting body parts off. You will definitely miss any body part I sever. Do you understand?"

In reply Vera opened her mouth and he popped the pill into her mouth. She swallowed it and opened her mouth to demonstrate she had indeed swallowed it whole. Slaughter was satisfied and left her alone for thirty minutes to allow the pill to take effect. During his absence she stared at the mirror to see if the pill had any physical effects on her but there was none. The only effect she could discern was that her arms and legs felt heavy and paralyzed as she could no longer wiggle her fingers or her toes. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 09



The police quickly assessed the situation from Vera's excited utterances and took appropriate measures. Reinforcements were summoned. Dr Frank Slaughter was duly apprehended and hauled away to the appropriate police station, Crime scene specialists descended on the warehouse and storage facility to investigate. 

An officer was able to provide Vera with a blanket to cover herself as she waited for an ambulance to take her to the hospital; ironically North Central Memorial. Her nakedness did not bother her as much as she was mortified by her stained body and its repulsive odor. She knew intellectually, though, that the elation of having secured her freedom should trump any embarrassment. 

Vera stayed in the hospital for a week recovering, both physically and mentally. Her physical ailments quickly healed and there was no permanent damage as a result. Mentally was a different story; she was almost a basket case. 

As the doctors became more aware of what Vera had endured they were not surprised at her weakened mental state and actually were amazed that she had retained most of her sanity. The treatment Vera received during the week got her to the point that she was able to cope, but she still needed extensive therapy, both one-on-one and group before she would completely heal. The doctors suspected that there might remain some residual damage that would never be overcome. Dr Sarah Morrison became Vera's main psychiatrist.

A joyful celebration marked Vera's return to the Excalibur Street home. It had been a truly terrifying and frightful ordeal for the Williams sisters during Vera's absence as they were never sure of whether Vera was alive or not. When Vera did not come back from her date with Rodney, Ebony had directed Michael to seek his cousin out and ascertain what had happened to Vera. After Rodney failed to return his calls, Michael went to the apartment and made the grisly discovery of Rodney's decapitated body.

The Williams sisters perceived that the police were operating on the premise that Vera was dead as well. Yet all of the Williams sisters, especially, Ruth, intuitively believed Vera was still alive. They were disappointed by the police premise because it meant they were making no effort in trying to find Vera. 

During Vera's absence the Williams sisters attended Church and prayed constantly for her safe return. The anguish over the mystery of Vera's disappearance demonstrated how much Vera was loved and accepted as part of their family: a sister just as much as the actual sisters.

Consequently, no one begrudged looking after Natasha during this time. In fact, when more than one sister was available, they fought over the privilege of who would have the responsibility. A delightful child to look after, Natasha caused no trouble whatsoever. As long as she had her violin, or Alisha's son Reggie to play with she was happy. She occasionally pestered the Williams sisters to be allowed to play Olga's violin but accepted the sisters' rationale that they could not allow her to play the instrument without Vera's permission. Although Natasha missed Vera terribly, she accepted Ruth's explanation that her mother had to go away for an emergency and would be back soon. Having accepted at face value the reason for her mother's absence, Natasha was impatient for her mother's return but otherwise was not worried.

As the days went by, there was no appearance of Vera. Although still intuitively believing her to be alive, Ruth Williams had to deal with practical considerations of what to do about Natasha. She would have dearly loved to have continued to look after her, as if Natasha was her own child, but she knew she did not have the moral, let alone the legal right, to do so. From what Vera had told her about Larry 'the father', Ruth knew that he would have no desire to have custody of Natasha and probably would resist any suggestion to have her foist on him. 

In light of Vera's successful visit to Crystal Springs the past summer, and reconciliation with her family, Ruth realized Vera's parents or one of her sisters would want to take custody of Natasha, should Vera indeed be dead like the police presumed. Ruth had notified the Starikovichs immediately of the disappearance of Vera, and kept in touch. As the days went by Leonid Starikovich suggested if Vera was not found by Christmas, Natasha should be brought to Mississippi. 

It was decided that Anna, Vera's 23 year old sister, would drive up to Chicago to take Natasha back with her in time for Christmas. Anna had just moved out on her own, and was in the process of preparing her apartment for her upcoming marriage. With agreement from her fiancée, Anna was willing and desirous to take Natasha and raise her. Vera's rescue naturally negated such plans. However, all of the Starikovichs had been anticipating seeing Natasha that Christmas, so after the rescue Leonid asked Vera if she could come to Crystal Springs for the holidays.

Thinking the trip would be a perfect tonic to offset the traumatic experiences she had undergone, Vera welcomed the invitation. Subsequent to her return to the Excalibur Street home from the hospital, Vera succumbed to a severe bout of depression. She had fully recovered from her physical injuries, but mentally she was a mess. 

Although she could function and respond to normal day-to-day activities, her mind and heart were not really there. Even Natasha's pleasure in seeing her and her daughter's love was not enough to snap Vera out of her deep melancholy. She knew she was in a depression, but she did not have the energy to fight it. She hoped that the visit to her family for Christmas would be a step towards recovery.

The publicity surrounding Slaughter's capture and Vera's rescue from the horrendous kidnapping attracted national interest. As circumstances of Vera's ordeal leaked out to the national press, the general public was fascinated. Vera's super good looks fueled the media interest in her. There was speculation that a television movie would inevitably be churned out, and it was expected that a book by Vera herself would be a best seller. 

Vera was constantly being besieged for media interviews press, radio and television interviews, but her fragile mind was not up to it. She convinced Dr Morrison to try and get the press off her back. The good doctor appeared in a televised, nationwide press conference and stated:

"I am Dr Sarah Morrison, psychiatrist and the physician in charge of Vera Starikovich's current health treatment which we hope will lead to her full recovery. Ms Starikovich has suffered from and has been a victim of a brutal crime which has severely impacted her mental health. She has undergone extensive therapy and the prognosis for an eventual full recovery is excellent. However, at this time, her condition is such that I have forbidden her to make any public statements, for it is my opinion that for her to do so will certainly impede her progress to full recovery. 

She will be spending the Christmas holiday with her family, in her home town in Mississippi. Ms Starikovich has been unable to spend Christmas with her family for the past five years, and it is hoped that an uninterrupted and calm visit will go a long way towards her healing. When she returns, I will be able to reassess her condition and decide whether she is healthy enough to grant interviews. Now, I am available for some questions."

In the ensuing questions Dr Morrison refused to answer any questions regarding the crime or what happened to Vera. She did answer all legitimate questions concerning the state of Vera's mental health. She refused to divulge the location of Vera's hometown and suggested it would be churlish of the reporters to demand this information. She emphasized that Vera's mental state was at this time so fragile that hounding her could cause permanent damage to her. Dr Morrison was so persuasive on this point that the reporters universally relented. 

By the time Vera and Natasha embarked for Crystal Springs, the interest in her had died down and thus they were able to arrive at her parents' home in obscurity. 

One person who watched Dr Morrison's press conference with avid interest and utmost alarm was Larry's father, Lamar Grant. Since the signing of the child support agreement life had ostensibly been copasetic for his son and daughter. She was pregnant and would be presenting him with his third grandchild. In calculating the number of grandchildren he was not counting Natasha; only the two children of his daughter Mary was in his calculations. 

His son had enjoyed a tremendously successful rookie season in the NFL beyond even the most optimistic hopes he had dared to imagine. This serendipity was being threatened by that bitch, Vera Starikovich.

Lamar noticed that Dr Morrison's press conference made no reference to Vera's child. He was very cognizant that should Vera sell her story for a book deal and/or television movie rights the paternity of her child would in such cases naturally become public knowledge. There is no telling how such revelation would impact on his son, but Lamar believed whatever the impact it could not be any good.

As far as Lamar Grant was concerned Vera was nothing but a manipulative gold digging bitch. For evidence he only needed to recall the only two previous indirect encounters he had had with her. Lamar was indeed the one who provided the $5,000 abortion money to Larry, when asked. It was not lost on Lamar when Larry recounted his meeting with Vera that she immediately upped the ante from the $2,500 initially offered by Larry to a $5,000 demand. 

Likewise he remembered that Vera could not sign the child support agreement fast enough once she learned of the outrageously generous offer. The most unsettling circumstances of the child support agreement was that Vera had appeared out of the blue some four years after the birth; curiously right after the time Larry had successfully negotiated a lucrative pro football contract. 

Although Vera had not given any interviews concerning her kidnapping, Lamar Grant believed her reticence was caused solely by her wish to drive the price up for her story. Lamar surmised from Dr Morrison's press conference that Vera was going to be in Crystal Springs for Christmas, without publicity. He realized then that this would be his best opportunity to buy Vera off. He loved his son unconditionally so he was determined to thwart the evil designs of that bitch. It pained him that he would have to offer more money for this conniving female but it could not be helped as far as he could see.

Accordingly, after Vera with Natasha arrived at her parents' home as planned for Christmas, she was unexpectedly treated to yet another financial windfall. The first business day after Christmas, she received a call from Saul Silverstein. The lawyer advised Vera that Jack Hawkins wanted to see them the next day at 2:00 in the afternoon for a new financial proposal. Vera suspected that it would be a plea for lower child support payment. In good conscious she felt she could not object to a reduction should Larry find it onerous to continue to pay such a huge monthly sum. Besides she knew she could easily manage from the monies she had already received. So resigned to having to agree to a reduction in her income from Larry's support payments she agreed to the meeting.

However, Vera was instead in for a happy surprise. After the exchange of greetings in the boardroom of Adcock, Hawkins & Horn, Jack Hawkins began:

"Ms Starikovich on this occasion I am acting for Mr Lamar Grant only as you notice his son Larry is not present at this meeting. My client of course is negotiating on behalf of his son who is unaware of this meeting and my client wishes his son to remain in the dark of this matter. My client is aware that you, Vera Starikovich, have been recently the victim of a horrid crime in Chicago. This crime is sensationally newsworthy that has attracted national media attention. There is speculation that for your story you may be offered lucrative book deals and/or television movie rights not to mention possible payments for print, television or radio interviews. 

My client is quite cognizant that the paternity of your child will inevitably become public knowledge in such eventualities. Also as no doubt your attorney would be quick to point out that the child support payments made by Larry Grant will not necessarily cease in accordance to that agreement you signed last June. It could be argued that there was no violation on your part of that agreement. Needless to say my client is most unhappy of such state of affairs. 

Accordingly my client wishes you to execute this agreement we have drafted. In it you promise unequivocally not to grant any interviews nor agree to sell your story. In compensation for the possible loss of remuneration as a result of your forbearance, my client will pay 1.5 million dollars. In addition my client will pay on your behalf sufficient monies to the IRS and to the State of Illinois treasury, so that you will have tax credits to offset your income tax liability. If there is tax liability for you to the City of Chicago you will have to satisfy that yourself. I might add that although there are penalties for violation of this agreement, nevertheless for this agreement to work, my client has to rely on the integrity of your word. For this reason he and I have been absolutely frank in stating our position. Do you have any questions?"

Taking the agreement and handing it to Saul Silverstein, without flinching and directing her gaze first to Lamar and then to Hawkins, Vera replied deliberately:

"Mr Silverstein will read over the agreement and assuming he is satisfied that the contents are drafted in accordance as you have purported I will sign it. Your client and his son can be rest assured that I will not reveal the paternity of my child to anyone including my immediate family. I reserve the right to reveal the paternity to Natasha at an appropriate time as I believe she has the right to know. I shall caution her not to importune her biological father since he has exhibited no interest in knowing her. On this point I regret that your client and his son have elected to be a stranger to my daughter. Should either one of them change their mind I will offer no objection to reasonable visitation rights. I can assure your client and his son that neither one of them would be ashamed of her."

There was an awkward silence after Vera's speech while Silverstein thoroughly read the document. However since the agreement was relatively short the interval of silence was not too long. Silverstein handed the agreement back to Vera with a nod, and she promptly signed it and the copies at the appropriate spots. Then Vera and Silverstein left not having been in the offices of Adcock, Hawkins & Horton more than a half hour but with Vera emerging 1.5 million dollars richer than when she entered. 

At Vera's invitation, Saul Silverstein agreed to accompany her to a nearby upscale bar for a celebratory drink. Vera ordered a Gin and tonic while Silverstein opted for a Jack and coke. As Vera's stunning good looks gave her a mature look and besides being in the company of Silverstein who was obviously in his fifties, the server did not even consider carding her. Silverstein opened the conversation:

"I could tell from your body language that you were inclined to accept the offer without any haggling. However you should be aware that the interest in your kidnapping has captured the fascination of the nation and I believe you could easily parlay your story to earn possibly substantially more than the 1.5 million offered by Grant. At least we could have shaken at least a half mil more from him. Besides as Hawkins indicated so long as you did not identify Natasha's paternity you would not be in violation of the child support agreement even if the press were to investigate and to discern or discover the father."

Vera replied:

"There was never going to be a movie or a book deal. I never intended to grant even an interview. I cannot talk freely about what has happened to me. I cringe whenever I think about it. As a result I have kept details at a minimum and definitely have left out the most horrific parts whenever I have described my ordeal to my friends and family. Even when I am with medical professionals and in therapy sessions I have trouble talking about it. I know I will have to reveal in graphic detail when I testify in Court at the bastard's trial, but at least I will have some time to steel myself for the event. So yes I was in no mood to haggle and I was uncomfortable the whole time I was in that boardroom. But of course I am not stupid enough not to sign the agreement that gives me even more money."

"You certainly handled yourself superbly at the meeting. The speech you gave certainly provided no clue that you were under distress."

"Looks are deceiving. I can cope with the day to day activities necessary to lead a normal life but mentally I am truly a basket case. With this money and my generous child support payments I know I do not have to work, but when I return to Chicago I will resume my restaurant job as it will help me retain my sanity. I know I will brood too much if I am idle. I just hope I will not be pestered by reporters as I dread the time when I can no longer hide behind Dr Morrison's protection."

"Perhaps I can help. If you continue to retain me, I can be your spokesperson. You can refuse to talk to any reporter and direct them to contact me if they wish any further information. I would be touch with you by phone to strategize how to handle the media as events transpire. It helps that you are in Chicago and I'm in Jackson as it disrupts the flow of reporters when pursuing the story. That way interest in you may more quickly die down."

"That sounds like a good idea. I don't want to talk about it now. So how about I see you tomorrow at your office and we can set things up."

"That would be fine shall we say 1:30?"

"Yes that's fine. You know what really frosts me about the Grants? Father and son have thrown lots of money at me for what? That I and Natasha not have anything to do with them. As if we are a toxic poison. I bet Natasha will be a far more worthwhile grandchild for Lamar Grant than anything Larry and Pamela Rose will come up with. And yet he is not interested because I am perceived to be white trash: a slut and a whore. This, despite the fact as far as they know and believe I have had only sex twice; both with Larry. And the truth is discounting the rapes by Slaughter I've only had sex twice after Larry."

"Well at least you have been well compensated for their blindness."

"I guess that's true enough." 

Vera did then retain Silverstein as her representative and spokesman for the press. All in all Vera's Christmas visit with her family was a tremendous success, and that's not even taking into account the extra monies Lamar Grant had agreed to pay her.

The June visit had brought about the reconciliation with her family and this visit solidified the newfound respect her family had developed towards her. As she had arrived at Crystal Springs in a brand new Ford Taurus, her own, and bringing lavish Christmas presents, her family realized that she was financially independent. 

The fact that she was merely, twenty years old, a single mother and accepted to attend the University of Chicago next fall was most impressive indeed. Added to the fact that she had endured and escaped a brutal kidnapping, made Vera a most daunting young woman that her family could not admire enough.

Natasha was a particular favorite. Her natural good nature and joy of life endeared her to her aunts, uncles and grandparents who could not love her enough. Vera was overjoyed at the acceptance of her daughter and she was very pleased to have learned that her sister Anna had been willingly prepared to take custody of Natasha had her encounter with Slaughter gone south. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 09



Secure of her family's love, Vera promised she would endeavor to visit Crystal Springs once a year for a two weeks' vacation. Besides she mused in her own mind that considering how financially lucrative these two visits were, at this pace she should become the richest woman in the world by the time Natasha would be entering high school!

Once back in Chicago, Vera was relieved to discover that the public interest in her had died down considerably, so that she was able to lead a normal life. Periodically a reporter would contact her for a request of an interview; a well known author offered to ghost write her story. Vera referred them to Saul Silverstein who politely declined their requests. Full fledge public interest did not revive again until Dr Frank Slaughter went on trial. By that time Vera had recovered sufficiently that she was able to handle the press badgering of her.

Yo outward appearances Vera seemed cheerful and quite capable of functioning in day to day activities, inwardly she was extremely depressed. She routinely suffered nightmares in her sleep. Her work at the restaurant kept her sane as she had no time to delve in her inner demons. Her responsibilities in raising Natasha kept her from falling into despair. Although Vera seemed to be making progress with her therapy sessions she knew she was nowhere there yet.

Vera did go out on dates occasionally. With Vera's stunning good looks she was constantly besieged with guys hitting on her. She would usually refuse to go out but every now and then she would accept a date on a whim with the hope that this might be the guy to get her out of the funk she was in. Invariably these dates were disasters. 

Despite having the intention of trying to make the date succeed, Vera in her mind would recall her date with Rodney and would find the current date lacking. She would become standoffish and unmistakably disdainful, giving off constant negative signals. All her dates took the hint and abandoned their hopes of getting into her pants. Given that when she had accepted the date she had signaled that she was a player, a few of her dates were so disappointed in her that they left her company forcing her to fend for herself in getting back home. 

The Williams sisters were most alarmed at Vera's melancholy and tried everything to get her to snap out of it. Ebony was the most determined. Having been partly instrumental in hooking her up with Rodney Parker, and thereby leading her to her misfortunes, she felt responsible for Vera's current state of mind. Recalling their September threesome Ebony wondered if a reprise might be just the tonic for Vera but she had mixed emotions towards this course of action. 

Ebony Williams loved sex as much as anyone. She was not averse to a "FFM" tryst especially if the other female is as beautiful as Vera. On the other hand, during the past several months she had come to fall deeply in love with Michael Tucker and desired to advance to next level with him: shared living quarters and an exclusive sexual relationship. 

He had a great job, with good pay and prospects of unlimited possibilities. His college degree majoring in political science had resulted in working for the Democratic Party as a fund raiser and organizer for the various elections in Chicago and in the whole state of Illinois. She had met him as she was working at a telemarketing call center which Michael had employed on behalf of the Party. 

Ebony sensed that Michael was falling in love with her as well, and the future looked bright and rosy. She knew it would be foolish to jeopardize what looked like a perfect relationship. However, weighing the pros and cons, she almost felt paradoxically like it is her Christian (yes she believed Christian) duty to share Michael with Vera.

She saw that Vera was so unhappy. Ebony perceived that Vera wanted a sex life, but Dr Slaughter's crime against her had warped Vera's mind in a way that made her unable to function and seek out her desires. So Ebony concluded. it was up to her to make the sacrifice.

As soon as she could arrange their schedules, Ebony set up a three-way date. There was dinner and dancing prior to ending the night in Michael's apartment. Vera drove in her own car, expecting that Ebony would remain in Michael's apartment longer. Vera was in a good mood during this date and eagerly looked forward her first sex since escaping from the clutches of the evil Dr Slaughter. She had high hopes that this time it would be different than her other recent dates; after all, she had fucked Michael before and had thoroughly enjoyed the experience.

The evening was very pleasant. As they knew that sex was inevitable that night., the usual angst of whether or not sex is a possibility was absent during this date.

When the trio arrived at Michael's apartment, the girls quickly shed their outer garments, embraced and kissed; at first perfunctorily. However, their lip lock soon gave way to a passionate fun loving kiss. At this point Ebony was wearing a sexy white bra, white panties, white garter belt holding up sexy looking white stockings. The effect of her white underwear contrasting with her dark black skin was startling, provocative but totally alluring.

Vera in turn, was clothed in a sleek black bra, black panties, black garter belt holding up sheer but dark stockings. Her black underwear against her pale fair skin exuded raw sexual emotions to an observer; right now Michael was the observer. As he watched Vera and Ebony kissing, he became fully erect inspired by the heat the girls were exuding. He ordered them to only remove their panties but retain the rest of their lingerie . The girls complied, and also thoughtfully freed their breasts from the confinement of their bras. They believed quite rightly, that Michael would delight in viewing their very ample tits. No doubt, easier touching access to their nipples would be an added plus to Michael's enjoyment not to mention their own pleasure.

As soon as Michael got totally naked, and the girls had shed their panties, they migrated to the bedroom. Michael got onto the bed and lay on his back. Ebony scrambled onto the bed before Vera. Focusing on comfort she advantageously positioned herself beside him to conveniently perform fellatio. Fairly confident that Michael was man enough for both of them and anticipating a prolonged orgy, Ebony was content to bring this blow job to ultimate conclusion. She considered this to be an ideal way to commence the sex for the evening.

Vera got on the bed and straddled herself over Michael's head. She then gingerly lowered her abdomen to his face. To help him along she spread her labia lips to provide easy access for his tongue. Michael duly stuck out his tongue and started to lick her vigorously.

Vera underwent what to her was a truly the strangest experience ever. She sensed her body was physically reacting appropriately to the delightful cunnilingus. She felt that her vagina was drenched in her female juices. She could see her nipples were swollen and rock hard to the touch. Her mind, however, was not there. 

Her mind was totally blank, numb to the sexual activity that she was participating in. There was no hint of the pleasure sensations she would have expected to have overcome her in conjunction with the totally physical pleasure she was xperiencing. She was definitely in uncharted waters. Even the unsatisfactory sex with Larry in the previous year had some excitement that she had enjoyed. Even during the numerous rapes by Dr Slaughter her mind was engaged. Certainly there was no enjoyment or pleasure as she was being terrorized by the vile Slaughter. However her mind fueled her hatred of Slaughter and to what he was doing to her.

From the moment Ebony had invited her to participate in the three-way, Vera had anticipated this sex would be gratifying and pleasurable. She was shocked that her mind was feeling nothing. It was frustrating as she had hoped that some good fucking would get her out of the funk she had been in ever since she returned to Chicago from her Christmas holiday with her family. 

In an effort to feel something, she opted to vary the oral stimulation she was receiving from Michael. She raised herself, turned herself around and lowered her backside to Michael's face and directly to his mouth. She reached back and spread her ass-cheeks so that Michael could lick and tongue her asshole only. Michael had no aversion to this change and in fact reveled in licking her asshole. He got off on her more noticeable female odor such position afforded.

Vera was hoping this change of the oral sex might just be the ticket to make her mind come alive. She craved for the unfettered sexual joy she knew was possible. Unfortunately, it was all to no avail. Although her body was reacting favorably to the sex, her mind remained numb.

Ebony was vigorously sucking on Michael's cock as well as manually stroking that part that was not in her mouth. Her tempo in the fellatio picked up as she did everything varying from sucking his cockhead, deep-throating and licking his balls. Determined to make him cum in her mouth she moaned and grunted earnestly. Her enthusiasm was duly rewarded as Michael soon pumped spurt after spurt of cum into her mouth. His explosion was so forceful that Ebony could not contain all of his expelled sperm in her mouth. As she lifted her head, her face was a gooey mess with cum all over mouth and dripping from her chin.

Seeing Ebony's cum covered face, Vera's brain reacted by reminding her of the daily ejaculations that the vile Dr Slaughter had inflicted on her face. The recalled depravity instantly made Vera nauseous. She scrambled out of the bed, ran to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. She reddened in embarrassment as she collected her clothes. Mumbling her apologies, she fled the apartment and hopped into her car to return home. 

After the debacle with Ebony and Michael, Vera refused to go out on any more dates. She did not mope around the house, but instead affected a sunny disposition. The Williams sisters were not fooled. of course, but were encouraged that Vera seemed to be less gloomy. At least she still attended the monthly Williams sisters' dinner.

She had no sexual activity to report but she was available to amuse them with stories of some spectacular masturbations. As she still spoke in good humor there was genuine optimism that Vera would eventually heal, lose her melancholy and become a woman totally capable of enjoying sex as she surely was destined.

Vera's mood finally changed for the better when September rolled around and she started attending the University of Chicago. Since Natasha was old enough to be enrolled in kindergarten, arrangements to look after her were so much easier. Because of the monies she was receiving from Larry Grant together with the huge lump sum payment from Lamar Grant, Vera quit her job at the restaurant and thus had lots more time to devote to her daughter.

Vera had sufficient amount of time to apply herself seriously to her studies. And the academic work suited her needs perfectly, and the atmosphere of the collegiate life was a tonic. Her classes challenged and totally engrossed her. She always believed in herself that she was not a loser. She was ashamed that she was so young when she had her child and felt humiliated that she was a victim of a grotesque sexual and potentially murderous crime. Intellectually she knew that it was not her fault for the latter event but still she could not shake the notion that only losers suffer such depravities. Now, though, in her capacity as a scholarship student at a respectable university she felt validated as a serious and worthwhile person.

The discovery that the University of Chicago had a woman's rugby team made Vera very happy. She joined the team and found that playing rugby was the perfect remedy for all that ailed her. Her main reaction to the tortures she had endured under the hands of Dr Slaughter was anger. Almost every time she recalled those indignities she became so angry that she wanted to smash something or hit someone. That there was no such outlet to vent her anger continually frustrated her and made her more miserable.

Therefore, the inherent violence and aggression of rugby playing provided the relief she sought from the memory of her horrors. During the games she happily elbowed, punched and otherwise pummeling her opponents every chance she could get without incurring penalties. Her unbridled joy in dishing out punishment and successfully reacting to retaliation by the opponents made her the best reliable player on the team. In addition to her skills in the game, her pleasant personality made her a favorite amongst her team mates.

Vera' popularity amongst her team mates went beyond mere friendliness. It soon became evident to her that the vast majority of rugby players were lesbians. In fact, of her team's roster of 28 players, only one other player besides herself was straight. Vera began to sense there was more interest in her than just sports companionship amongst her team mates. 

Although clutching and grabbing fellow team mates to form a scrum was part and parcel of a rugby match, it seemed to Vera that her team mates seemed to hold onto her ass and body more intimately than what was strictly necessary. Not that she minded or objected as she just simply viewed it was a novel experience.

It was routine for the team and for that matter for the opposing team as well to congregate at a convenient bar after a game to socialize. The bars they went to appreciated their patronage, so they never carded anyone, even those who were very obviously younger than the legal age for drinking. 

In late September, on a Saturday afternoon after the second game in the fall season, Vera shared a beer with Ingrid Scheelhaase, the team captain. She took the occasion to ask Ingrid about the prevalence of lesbians in rugby, as it was obviously far more than the proportion among the general population. Ingrid replied:

"Well Vera you have to admit rugby is a very rough sport. It's not what you would call a feminine sport such as say figure skating. I'm guessing that straight girls whose main ambition is to attract a guy stay clear of rugby for fear of losing their femininity and losing their ability to secure a guy."

Vera snorted:

"Are you saying we straight girls then have an aversion to rough sports?" 

"Well no. Straight girls do play field hockey, which definitely is a rough sport, especially when you get whacked by a stick. But have you noticed the cute little skirts that are the de rigueur for the female players. It makes them seem so dainty and feminine; it's as if society has given its stamp of approval for girls to play field hockey."

Vera laughed at what she considered an outrageous sexist observation. She retorted:

"What about ice hockey? It sure is as rough a sport as they come, and the uniforms sure are not feminine."

"Yes, but ice hockey is now an Olympic sport so it is acceptable for straight girls to participate in it." 

"Well I suppose that is a reasonable explanation why few straight girls play rugby. I imagine the clutching and grabbing that goes on in scrums might deter straight girls but I don't mind it even as I'm as straight as they come."

"That then begs the question Vera, why are you playing rugby? You got to be the most gorgeous, good looking girl I have ever seen play rugby. Hell you are still so hot playing aggressively and all sweaty and messy."

"I find playing rugby fulfills a deep psychological need I seem to require in order to retain my sanity."

"Oh that sure sounds intriguing, Vera. Would you care to elaborate? I know it's none of my business, but you sure have peaked my curiosity."

"You may have already heard of me. Last year at this time, I was kidnapped by a madman. He murdered my date when he captured me. He kept me captive for six weeks. He tortured and raped me daily during my captivity."

"Oh my God yes! I do remember reading something about this in the papers but I don't remember the details. I did not recognize your name as the victim."

"That's probably because I was able to avoid giving any interviews to the media, and the story soon died down. The brutality I suffered, however has left me with mental issues. Although I truly love sex, hell I even had a FFM threesome which was truly enjoyable, I find myself now unable to participate in sex. I am of course hoping and believing that this is a temporary problem and I believe rugby playing has been therapeutic for me. Playing rugby has allowed me to vent my anger from the horrors I've suffered. When I have played a truly aggressive game like today, I am so content afterwards. I revel in the soothing emotions that overflow me and I am hoping I can become normal again soon."

"Wow. I am truly horrified by the crime you suffered from that asshole. May he rot in hell."

"Thanks Ingrid. Anyway, going to school and playing rugby has made me escape my melancholy. I feel myself getting better every day. " "Hey, did you say you were in a three-way sex with another woman and a man?"

"That's right, Ebony, one of the sisters I used to live with, but who has since moved out to live with her boyfriend, Michael, was good enough to share Michael with me to cheer me up."

"To cheer you up?"

"Yes, once I escaped from that shithead Slaughter I was truly in a catatonic state. As I told you I found myself unable to have sex even though I did date quite a few guys who all seemed to be decent. Nevertheless, I could not psyche myself up even to kiss them, never mind fuck them. So, Ebony offered to share her boyfriend, Michael, in the hopes that that would shake me out of my doldrums."

"Mighty unselfish of this Ebony. But if you weren't in the mood for sex what made her think that offering Michael in an FFM would do the trick so to speak?"

"Well because we had already done a three-way before. I first met Michael when Ebony brought him to the house and introduced him to me. She could see or sense how attracted I was to him. Before the crime I had had very little sex and I was not involved with anyone. So since I wasn't getting any, she kindly offered to share him with me that night. I must say the sex was awesome. I was definitely a happy camper then."

"This Ebony sure sounds like a great friend almost saint-like, though probably not of the Mother Teresa variety! But Vera you are one of the most beautiful- no you are the most beautiful woman I've ever encountered. Didn't this Ebony have any fear that Michael would take a shine to you and she would lose him to you?"

"Thank you for your kind words. I suppose I'm a pretty enough woman, but Ebony is spectacular in her own right. Michael is certainly smitten and content with her. Besides they set me up with Rodney Parker, Michael's cousin, and Rodney sure was man enough for me."

"So why was this Rodney not around to comfort you after you escaped from your tormentor?"

"Because he was the one that shithead Slaughter murdered. He shot Rodney dead while Rodney was fucking me doggy style. Before I could react, the shithead covered my face with a cloth laced with chloroform to subdue me. That was how he captured me and tortured me for six weeks until I was able to make my escape."

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry. Oh my gosh! No wonder you were a basket case. So did the three-way sex work? Are you able to function now?" "Unfortunately no! This time, I was just numb when Michael was licking me. I did not feel a thing. Then when I saw Ebony's face all gooey with Michael's cum after she finished her blow-job, I freaked out. I ran to the bathroom and hurled. I could not continue."

"What a bummer! So you have had no sex since your ordeal? Do you think you'll ever have sex anytime soon or again at all?"




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 09



"Oh I'm sure eventually. That's why I've enjoyed playing rugby so much. I can rid myself of the constant anger that overpowers me. Each time I pop an opponent on the field my brain registers a payback has been accomplished. Yes I know intellectually my hapless opponent had nothing to do with my misery, but I feel good nevertheless."

"Tell me Vera, in your three-way did you do anything sexual with Ebony?"

"We did kiss rather passionately. I guess in the original three-way we did some things such as eating each other out as the occasion seemed right."

"And did you like it?"

"It was OK."

"I am sure you are bright enough to guess where I'm going with this?"

Vera was certainly no dummy and knew exactly what Ingrid was hinting at. From the drinking she had become tipsy enough to have shed all her inhibitions she might have had. The idea of lesbian sex had never been abhorrent to her; it was just not simply a sexual desire normally on her mind. Given her present deplorable lack of libido she was definitely strongly susceptible to trying something new. So she replied:

"Let me guess. Since you are a lesbian like apparently the rest of the team, except for Suzy and me, and since you have heard my tale of woe, and my inability to have sex with a man, you are suggesting some girl-on-girl sex as an alternative in my hour of need."

Ingrid giggled at Vera's sardonic quip and she replied in kind:

"Bravo Vera! I knew you were swift and would not miss my subtle, but sincere overtures."

"Yes I think I would not mind in indulging in some hanky panky with you. It's got to be better than masturbation."

Slightly peeved by the perceived uncomplimentary remark, Ingrid retorted:

"Well thanks a lot and I love you too. Thank God you have set the standard of expectation so low. I am now fully confident I should be able to please you."

"Oh dear Ingrid, I'm sorry I did not mean to insult you. It's just that I've never desired a woman sexually before. I do desire sex, but I have this mental block preventing me to act on my desires. I know I would have been fucking Rodney's brains out if it hadn't been for that asshole Slaughter. And if Rodney would have grown tired of me I would have fucked any other guy I could get my hands on. I am absolutely certain I am a slut and a whore if only given the opportunity. Oh shit I'm babbling and this is too deep for bar-room conversation. The bottom line Ingrid is this: I would be honored to have sex with you."

Ingrid was mollified by Vera's speech. She wasn't really insulted by Vera's incautious remark implying lesbian sex was just better than masturbation. The main focus for Ingrid was that she was going to have sex with Vera. She was sincere when she declared to Vera that she was the most beautiful woman she had met. To have sex with Vera surpassed her most optimistic sexual hopes.

Ingrid knew she was not especially attractive. In fact she believed most people would consider her homily. It was not that she was hideous; in fact she had a rather pretty face and had long very curly attractive dark red hair. However she had a stocky body frame. Not bad for a male but absolutely an unappealing figure for a female at least from a male perspective. She was 6'2" tall and although she had adequate sized breasts, the masculine clothes she invariably wore tended to deemphasize their appearance. As a result most people encountering her for the first time would think her to be a male until they got close and were in conversation with her.

She was grateful she was a lesbian because most lesbians did not put much stock in physical appearance like males do. Had she been heterosexual, Ingrid knew she would be hard put to attract a date never mind a steady boyfriend. Nevertheless, for some reason, only small girlish lesbian waifs seemed to be attracted to her, whereas Ingrid preferred girls her own size. So all in all Vera at 5'11" tall was a most desirous female for Ingrid and she felt the full force of her good fortune. Thus she replied to Vera:

"Oh Vera I was not insulted. I was just teasing. However I do guarantee I will most certainly be better than mere masturbation. So why don't we blow this pop stand and go to my place. My roommate is gone for the weekend and so we will have room to romp."  

"OK but first let me call home to make sure my babysitter would not mind continuing taking care of Natasha."

"Natasha? Don't tell me you have a daughter. Or wait, is Natasha your kid sister that you have the responsibility to look after?"

"No not sister, Natasha is my five year old daughter."

"A five year old daughter! My God Vera, how old are you anyway?"

"I'll be twenty next month. And yes if you do the math I was 14 when Natasha was born and 13 when she was conceived."

"My God Vera, you sure are full of surprises. I thought you said you had had little sexual experience."

"It's true, too true! So I guess I was very fecund. Luckily I have since been wearing an IUD, but I guess that will not be a concern tonight."

They both laughed at that. Vera had no problem securing Alisha's agreement to continue to look after Natasha. Alisha had made no plans that night and as she was looking after own son anyway, the responsibility of adding Natasha to her care was no burden. As both of them had their own vehicles, Vera followed Ingrid to a nearby suburb adjacent to the city limits of Chicago. It turned out that Ingrid had inherited a small 800 square feet two bedroom house from a great aunt who had no children of her own and favored Ingrid. 

The house was comfortable for Ingrid and fit her needs. She had a roommate, Dawn Cutler, who slept with Ingrid on occasion in lieu of not paying rent. It was clear to Ingrid there was no future in this relationship. Though Dawn was a committed lesbian, she was not committed to Ingrid and slept around. Since Ingrid had trouble in attracting girls, she put up with the indignities of Dawn and her frequent absences. At least Ingrid mused, she can be grateful that Dawn was not around this weekend.

Of course she also knew she was not going to be having a relationship with Vera. She could sense that whenever Vera would overcome her mental malaise she would be after cock and given her beauty, she would have no trouble in acquiring it. She had not believed Vera's assertion that she had little sexual experience, but she was not overly concerned why Vera would lie about it. Ingrid just chalked it up to as part of the mental baggage Vera carried with her as a result of her misfortunes.

Thus Ingrid's realistic thought was that at best she might have a brief fling with Vera, but most likely this would be a one night stand. But, thought Ingrid, if this was just going to be a one night stand, she was determined to enjoy it even if Vera was a dud as a lesbian lover. In this mind-set, Ingrid was in no hurry to jump into frantic sex. Instead, once they were both in the house, Ingrid got a glass of wine for each of them. Seating themselves on the living room sofa, after a sip of wine Ingrid launched into a tentative kiss. The kiss was very slow, lips initially closed to just explore the first probe. The kiss then developed as each girl became cognizant of the pressure of the soft feminine lips pressed on their own lips. Vera became excited. She had honestly confessed to Ingrid that she craved sex and was despairing of her inabilities to satisfy such need. The gentle pressure of Ingrid's lips to hers was gentle and soothing. Then as her brain registered the pleasure and as there was no evil thought to intrude, Vera started moaning.

Soon their lips opened and the girls made contact with each other's tongues. When Vera first felt Ingrid's tongue she gasped at the electrifying sensation. As their tongues were dueling with each other, each girl's brain became intensely engaged. Enflamed by the sweet kiss, Ingrid was soon moaning as well. This was by far the sweetest kiss she had ever received. Ingrid then took charge, placing a hand behind Vera's head forcing them closer and causing a more intimate kiss. 

Finally, they broke off the kiss to catch their breath. They were mildly surprised at the shared passion. They resumed their kiss and the exchange became more fervent. For Ingrid, this was the kind of kiss she always craved for but seldom received. For Vera, this kiss was the catalyst for letting out her previously bottled-up sexual desires. The kiss now compelled both girls to moan in anguish. To an untrained ear, the sounds seemed agonizingly painful, but in reality each girl's moan was a sound of the acutest ecstasy.

At this point each girl felt compelled to do more. As the kiss continued, they touched each other's breasts. The touching felt good despite the intervening bra and sweater. Soon each girl reached inside and was touching bare skin. When they felt the first touch on their bare breasts, they gasped with delirious happiness at the pleasures the touch provided. Soon, nipples hardened and the passion intensified.

Now the kiss was interrupted as each girl helped each other slip out of their sweaters. Each then unhooked and slipped out of their bras. Ingrid marveled at the sight of Vera's tits. They were huge and perfectly pear shaped. Ingrid could not remember seeing a better set of female breasts and could not imagine better. So she could not help but exclaim:

"My God Vera what a beautiful set ...of breasts. Ohhh..."

With that Ingrid swept her head down and captured a nipple in her mouth. She cupped one breast and mauled the other with her free hand. She vigorously licked and tongued the soon rock-hard nipple. Vera severely moaned and squealed. Vera was now in a new zone of exquisite ecstasy. She always loved having her nipples suckled; it conjured up the pleasant memories of breast feeding Natasha. This time, Ingrid's suckling was of the sweetest kind and it was driving her crazy. Vera had to stop and cry:

"Enough Ingrid! You're driving me crazy! I can't stand it. Let's get to bed!"

"Sure thing Vera baby!"

The two girls scrambled off the sofa, and with Ingrid leading the way, dashed to her bedroom. They quickly shed their clothes and hopped onto the bed. Fortunately, Ingrid had a super-king-size bed which accommodated them comfortably. At first they embraced while on their sides and resumed some passionate kissing. Then Ingrid took charge. She rolled Vera on to her back and started kissing and nibbling Vera's ears and neck. When Ingrid licked Vera's ear, the ecstasy was unreal. Vera could have sworn her mind had melted away.

Ingrid then started raining kisses all over Vera's body with an unmistaken path southwards. Vera was truly ecstatic and in sexual heaven. No unpleasant thought intruded into her mind she could only feel sensuous pleasures. As Ingrid reached her breasts, Vera cupped each tit and offered them to Ingrid's mouth. By alternating her offerings, Vera ensured she received the maximum pleasure for each breast equally. As Ingrid continued nibbling on her nipples, Vera urged:

"That's it Ingrid. Kiss them! Lick them. Bite them for fuck's sake. Bite them hard! Don't be shy. Make me scream!"

Ingrid complied, and bit Vera's nipple as hard as she could. Vera let out a very loud agonizing scream. Afraid that Ingrid might stop because of her apparent painful reaction Vera shouted out:

"Yes that's it. Just how I like it. Bite it again! Make me scream again. I love it! Don't be shy Ingrid! Bite me hard!"

Ingrid obeyed automatically despite latent misgivings about hurting Vera. However when she then reached down and stuck a finger in Vera's vagina and felt a swamp of female juices, she was reassured that Vera did indeed crave the biting of her nipples. As Vera let out another harrowing scream, Ingrid knew that she was getting close. As for herself, Ingrid knew she was creaming as well.

Ingrid abandoned Vera's boobs abruptly and got her face up close to Vera's wet pussy. Vera's female odors were almost visibly steaming and leaving no doubt as to her emotional state. Vera's sexual smell was now very powerful and Ingrid reveled in it. She took pride in believing herself to have induced the high sexual level of excitement Vera had obviously attained. She stuck out her tongue and was licked Vera's labia lips vigorously. She reached with a finger and rubbed Vera's clit with authority.

Vera was beyond sentient control. She was into grunting and was verbalizing:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it. Oh baby that's fucking it. Eat that pussy Ingrid honey! Yes oh fucking yes! Uh huh! Uh huh!..."

Along with her vocalizations Vera squeaked and squealed. Her noises were becoming louder. She placed both hands on Ingrid's head and in her hair to guide and to urge Ingrid to produce more pleasure. Vera was bucking her hips as she lost all control. She squirted as she let out a final scream twice as loud as the previous screams. Vera's mind blanked as the stars and fireworks visible to her at the onset of her orgasm overcame her.

Her body spasmodically shuddered in reaction to her high intensity. Ingrid wrapped her hands around Vera's abdomen in self-defense to ride out Vera's body agitations.

Vera's orgasmic scream was the loudest Ingrid had ever heard. Her ego soared at the thought of having brought Vera to such obvious ecstasy. She could only dream of experiencing such an intense orgasm for herself as all her previous lovers had never been capable of eliciting from her anything beyond mild pleasure. 

Actually Vera's intense orgasm by itself triggered an acute orgasm for herself and thus Ingrid felt doubly rewarded. In sheer happiness Ingrid separated from Vera to lie on her back and bask in the afterglow of a very satisfactory orgasm, probably the best she had experienced to date. Little did Ingrid anticipate that this lovemaking was not yet over.

When Vera stopped screaming, she started panting. Her first thought was that this orgasm was without a doubt the most intense that she had ever experienced. At this point in her life, she did not have all that many sexual experiences to compare it to. Still, at this moment having gone through a miserable interlude of several months of unhappiness since escaping from the tortures of Dr Slaughter, she was euphoric from the pleasures she had just received. 

Overjoyed, it was impossible for Vera to calm down. As soon as she could catch her breath, she started babbling:

"Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you my sweet Ingrid! That sure hit the spot! Oh thank you! Thank you again!"

Then Vera turned over and aggressively climbed on Ingrid. She started kissing Ingrid passionately. As she sensed some of her female juices glistening around Ingrid's mouth and slurped them up. Vera resumed kissing Ingrid with a fervor that Ingrid had seldom experienced. Ingrid was dumfounded, but obviously in a pleasant way. Although Ingrid had had plenty of sexual experiences with a fair amount of different lovers, still she had to admit most of her sexual experiences had been lame.

Up to this point the girls Ingrid had been able to bed explicitly intimated that they were merely submitting in sufferance. It was only out of pity that they agreed to sex because they made no bones about their belief that Ingrid was pathetic. Her present roommate, Dawn Cutler was typical of Ingrid's lovers. Two years ago in her freshman year she had advertised for a roommate in the gay lesbian newspapers in Chicago. Dawn who was also a freshman but a student at University of Illinois (Chicago) answered and quickly negotiated rent free accommodation in return for sexual favors.

It did not take long before Ingrid realized how manipulative Dawn was. She quickly destroyed any illusion Ingrid might have that she had any regard for her. Dawn did of course submit to sex with Ingrid as part of the rent bargain, but her reactions always left the impression with Ingrid that she was just a "john", another one of Dawn's clientele. Ingrid was tempted to throw out Dawn, but she despaired of attracting a better roommate. So Ingrid just put up with Dawn's antics, and her self esteem suffered accordingly.

Thus, this night was absolutely magical for Ingrid. First of all, she surprised herself when she had propositioned Vera at the bar. Basically, she had become the captain of the rugby team simply by being the biggest girl on the team. Although the rugby team was almost exclusively lesbian, none of her teammates were attracted to her. So in essence, she was seated with Vera by default. Every girl knew Vera was heterosexual. Considering Vera's beauty, she was believed to have tons of male admirers so the rest of the team considered it was futile to try and induce her to the ways of Sappho. Ingrid was originally of the same mindset, but as the conversation proceeded the way it did, Ingrid was emboldened to make the overture for sex and was happily rewarded for her boldness.

Ingrid had no expectation of great sex. After all, her experienced lesbian lovers had not provided great sex for her. As Vera was a lesbian virgin, it would be too much to expect exceptional sex. Consequently Ingrid was astonished, pleasantly so of course, that the sex with Vera was way beyond the mere pleasantness she had anticipated when they left the bar. Actually, when they were leaving the bar in separate cars Ingrid had been in constant trepidation that Vera would sober up, think better of it and simply drive away.

Consequently, Ingrid was a happy camper while Versa was screaming her orgasmic pleasure, and now the naked Vera was on her naked body and was aggressively kissing her. But more to Ingrid's shock, Vera was kissing her voluntarily, unbidden by any imploring on her part. Dare she think that Vera was actually fucking her for the joy and desire of fucking her? In the back of her mind a voice was shouting stop fretting just enjoy. And Ingrid did let go and enjoyed.

Next thing Ingrid knew was that she saw that Vera was at her cunt. Gasp! Vera was muff diving her. Oh God that was good! That was beyond good; that was fantastic! Before she knew it, Ingrid was screaming even louder than Vera had. Ingrid was lost in a sexual ecstasy that she had never previously experienced. All she could think of was the burning fire raging in her body. Vera had driven her to a sexual heaven which she had not known was in existence. As Ingrid ended her scream she punctuated her pleasure by muttering:

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh fuck Vera..."

Vera lifted her head and looked directly at Ingrid. Smiling wickedly she said:

"Well that's one thing you were right about Ingrid."

"Yeah! What?"

"Fucking you was better than masturbation."

Ingrid started laughing hysterically. Coupled with afterglow of the most fantastic sex she had ever enjoyed, she peed on herself. Reddened with embarrassment she ran off the bed grumbling:

"Shit Vera! Now look what you made me do!"

"Not to worry Ingrid; you didn't get any on the bed as far as I can see."

Ingrid cleaned herself in the bathroom. Then she returned with two glasses and the bottle of wine. The two girls then lay in bed and just chatted for a while. Vera gave an annotated version of her life story, leaving out the identity of Larry and the amount of monies she had received. Ingrid marveled at Vera's story and thought she was the bravest woman she had met. 

Her life story was pretty tame compared to Vera's. Basically after puberty, sensing she was not attracted to males she began to seek out females. She had various lovers, but none of them ever were interested in forming a relationship with her. She had inherited this house in her final year of high school and moved in the summer to start college. She joined the rugby team feeling that it was the most suitable sport for her. Dawn Cutler was her roommate with whom she had occasional sex and Dawn thus avoided paying rent to her. She wanted to kick Dawn out but Dawn was always promising better sex.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 10



While Vera and Ingrid were enjoying their breakfast that Sunday morning, Dawn Cutler took stock. Although her encounter with Vera was very brief, it was long enough for Dawn to ascertain that Vera had to be one of the most gorgeously good looking females on the planet. Although having high self esteem, Dawn was realistic enough to realize in beauty she sure could not compete with Vera!

What was ever more disturbing with that brief encounter from Dawn's point of view was that Vera seemed to have actually enjoyed the sex with Ingrid. Although Dawn did not share the breakfast she could hear well enough to know that Vera and Ingrid enjoyed each other's company thus reinforcing the notion that the sex between them must have been very good.

Dawn had lived long enough with Ingrid to know that Ingrid's lovers and especially including herself treated her shabbily. Up to this point Ingrid had to put up with it as the alternative was celibacy. Now Vera's presence seems to have the potential to upset this great situation for herself. Dawn knew that if Vera wanted Ingrid for a relationship, her ass was grass since Ingrid would turn her out in a heartbeat.

Dawn was assuming that Vera was a lesbian otherwise it made no sense to see Ingrid with her. Dawn knew in the back of her mind that a straight girl can on occasion be induced into some girl-on-girl sex but usually it would be done as an experiment by the straight girl. But the way Vera was carrying on and pulling out those anal beads sure convinced Dawn that Vera's apparent joy of sex with Ingrid was genuine. Besides Dawn believed if Vera was heterosexual she would have the entire male population hitting on her that she would not have any time to experiment with the ways of Sappho.

That was the one saying hope for Dawn. Vera was such a prize female surely she could have her pick of anyone she would take a fancy to. But in this vein, Dawn knew there were some very attractive qualities to Ingrid; loyalty being chief of them. Thus Dawn realized it was not out of the realm of possibilities that Vera might choose Ingrid to be her steady lover.

Dawn had a good thing going with Ingrid. In fact it made her hopes and aspirations feasible. She was poor and the rent free residency with Ingrid made it possible for to attend college and graduate in time. If she had to pay rent she would have to take some semesters off to consolidate her finances. 

With all these considerations in her mind, Dawn came to the conclusion she would have to treat Ingrid better. She had to secure her as a full time lover to prevent the possible lure of Vera. As Dawn assessed Ingrid's character she knew she could do a lot worse when contemplating entering into a relationship. Besides the obvious indication that Vera and Ingrid had experienced some great sex made Dawn believe that Ingrid probably could be a great lover; it's just that she had never cultivated or exploited Ingrid's potential sexual capabilities. All in all the decision to make peace with Ingrid became more palatable the longer she contemplated it.

Consequently when Vera left, Dawn emerged from her bedroom and started her campaign to woo Ingrid permanently to her side:

"Ingrid darling, I am so sorry I was so grouchy this morning. It's just that I had a shitty night and I was hoping for some loving from you. I'm sorry I reacted so badly when I saw you had a friend over. We were obviously not properly introduced so could you tell me who she was?"

"She's Vera Starikovich and she is the best player on our rugby team even though she is a rookie freshman. As you know after games the entire team goes to a bar to socialize. Vera and I were together and we hit it off. The rest as they say is history."

Dawn was a little heartened by the story in that it was clear that Vera and Ingrid were not an item, yet. Thus she had the time to nip this in the bud before Ingrid became irretrievably lost to her. So carefully choosing her words Dawn replied:

"What I saw of her this morning I could tell she was very pretty. I guess you had a fun night?"

"Oh it was fun all right."

"Well as I said I had a shitty night. As you know I had a date with Helen Dawes for a Chicago Symphony Concert with the debut of its new conductor Dieter Ebersbacher. Although the concert was a success the rest of the night with Helen was not."

"Oh? I'm sorry for you."

"Yes as I had told you I was supposed to spend the night and today at Helen's parents' home in Buffalo Grove. However Helen became a shrew. When we arrived at her house in my car, she demanded we have sex. However I had been enthralled in the majesty of the music we had heard, I was not in the mood for sex. I pleaded tiredness but Helen was not buying it. So I complied but I did not enjoy it. 

Helen could sense I had not given it my all and conceded that I might be tired. I could sense she was disappointed and I agreed to a long satisfactory sexual session when we woke up. She seemed to be mollified, but when we woke up she was most persistent we have sex in accordance with the agreement. So I was put off by her forcefulness and could not get in the mood. She was so angry that she slapped me. I had to escape so I rushed over here to hopefully to be comforted by you."

The story Dawn recounted was accurate except that the roles were reversed. She was the shrew that was insistent on sex whereas Helen was the reluctant lover. Dawn had wisely switched the story accordingly to present herself in a better light to Ingrid. It really didn't matter as Ingrid paid scant attention as her mind was occupied in reveling the wonderful evening she had had with Vera. Dawn sensing Ingrid's inattention decided to take the plunge and get to the objective she was striving for. So she said:

"Anyway Ingrid, this unfortunate night made me rethink our situation."

Ingrid responded as she sensed something important was going to transpire : "Oh! What do you mean?"

"Well Ingrid I know we have sex occasionally ostensibly in lieu of my true obligations to pay rent."

"Yes and..."

"Well I think this financial understanding has been clouding what could be a delicious relationship. Perhaps I don't give myself freely as I know I am capable of because of this financial obligation. Likewise you probably don't benefit from the sexual joy you could have if you did not sense the obligation I am under."

"Where are you going with this? Don't tell me you are going to offer to pay me rent"

"No! No Ingrid. Unfortunately my finances are so tied up that I just can't afford even to pay you token rent. What I am getting at is that last night demonstrated to me what an unsatisfactory casual sex I've led. I also sense that you have not had that great a sex life either."

"I don't know Dawn. For me last night was pretty spectacular. I sure have no problems with it."

"That may very well be true about last night for you, Ingrid but you must agree that last night would be the exception rather than the rule of your sex life in general. Besides from what I could tell of seeing this Vera, she seems to be a gorgeous creature. I have no doubt that she is great in bed. But how loyal can she be? Won't all the other girls on your rugby team be after her as well? Can you be sure of her?"

Actually Ingrid was not that worried about competition from other girls for the charms of Vera. Her main problem was that Vera was straight, a fact obviously lost on Dawn. Ingrid knew there was no hope of a long lasting relationship, as Vera was bound to eventually snap out of her temporary aversion for sex with guys.

If Vera was a true lesbian Dawn would be toast because Ingrid had gained enough self assurance in herself to realize she could attract and keep a worthwhile lover. The chemistry between Vera and herself was there that she knew she could have Vera as her exclusive lesbian lover. However curious to find out what Dawn was proposing she played along by replying:

"Well you may have a point. I guess it is always possible for someone to steal my lover away. Mind you we sure had fantastic sex last night and maybe Vera might not stray."

Dawn saw that this was harder than she had anticipated. This Vera must be something else. She knew that had she proposed a committed exclusive relationship previously to Ingrid she would have accepted in a flash. Dawn now realized that it would take a genuine commitment on her part to now lure Ingrid.

Ignoring the mercenary considerations it dawned on her that Ingrid was a catch after all. In the two plus years of living with her she had gotten to know Ingrid very well and liked a lot of things about her. 

What was really the disturbing thing about Ingrid was that she allowed herself to be kicked around. It was shameful on her part to take advantage of her and derive malicious pleasure from it. Now belatedly Dawn wanted Ingrid desperately just when it looked like she would be impossible to get. Dawn knew there was no turning back and that this had to be good. So she laid her cards on the table:

"Last night was a watershed for me. We have been living these past two years and I know I have not treated you well. But last night demonstrated how stupid I have been. None of my casual sex partners can hold a candle to you. I had a good thing going with you and now I realize I have flubbed it.

I am going to be quite honest with you. I cannot say that I love you at this moment but I can honestly say I am sure I can fall in love with you. I want to propose that we enter into an exclusive mutual relationship to determine if we can make a go of it. 

I know you have so many good points that I know I can love you. I believe I have good points as well and so I think you can fall in love with me as well. If you like we can set a time limit to see if the relationship will work. What do you say Ingrid darling. I mean what I say."

"Wow Dawn this is an out of the blue proposition. I am caught totally off guard. I don't know what to say. I don't want to give a snap answer. Let me think about it for a couple of days and give you an answer. OK?"

"Sure Ingrid honey. You're right to consider carefully. If we are going to do this I want it voluntarily entered into to give the relationship a realistic chance to succeed." 

Ingrid did consider Dawn's proposition for the next couple of days; weighing the pros and cons. First of all to consider was what to make of Vera and the fantastic sex that night. There was no denying the sex was terrific, great, fabulous etc.; all the superlatives that one can think of. Ingrid believed she was on solid ground when inferring that Vera enjoyed the sex. Her orgasmic outbursts were so pronounced that it could not have been faked. Her enthusiasm was obviously genuine. 

As for herself, Ingrid deemed without any uncertainty that the sex with Vera was the best she had ever experienced and unlikely to be surpassed never mind even coming close to equaling. All of her previous sex experiences to date were at best mediocre when comparing to that hot night with Vera. In addition to the glorious sex, Ingrid had a great time just by being in her company. Vera was about easiest person she had ever encountered to get along with.

All things being equal, Ingrid would consider Vera to be the ideal if not the perfect girlfriend for her. However all things were not equal. Unfortunately from Ingrid's point of view, Vera was straight. Granted that Vera was not adverse to lesbianism and seemed to have enjoyed their girl-on-girl sex. Given Vera's current state of mind regarding heterosexual activities, Ingrid was certain they could engage in some more lesbian sex even frequently in the days, weeks perhaps even months to come. But the end would come.

Ingrid knew that the sex between them would not be of prime importance to Vera, unlike the "be all" and the "end all" it would mean to her. Thus any relationship with Vera would by logic be absolutely unequal. Vera would not fall in love with her no matter how great the sex; no matter how total the enjoyment, and no matter how long their relationship would last. Nothing would change such outcome. 

On the other hand, Ingrid knew she would fall in love with Vera, and deeply so. Hell she was almost there already. Therefore when the break-up would come and certainly such would be inevitable, Ingrid knew she would be devastated. She would suffer despair beyond anything she could imagine.

Of course Vera would be unaffected. No doubt Vera would even caution Ingrid that once she got over her funk she would be heterosexual again. Knowing that Vera would suffer no pain, Ingrid surmised she would become angry at Vera for the break-up. Then she would realize it would be unfair of her to be angry at Vera as after all she would have started the affair knowing full well that the break-up would naturally occur. Knowing then that her anger at Vera would be misplaced she would become humiliated by her bitterness. She would become angry with herself and that would make her misery complete.

If there was any chance whatsoever that Vera could be enticed to love her, Ingrid would take that chance. But as Ingrid discerned, it was clear how Vera recounted her love of Rodney Parker, that her memories were focused on a potential serious love affair cut short by the horrible crime of Dr Slaughter. Likewise the manner in which she described her three-way sex it was Michael who was the main interest for Vera, whereas Ebony was essentially just there not really providing extra titillation for Vera to enjoy. 

Those two examples were proof positive for Ingrid that Vera was a staunch heterosexual but one who simply didn't mind participating in lesbian acts occasionally. Ingrid knew that Vera meant it as a playful assertion when she proclaimed lesbian sex was better than masturbation, but she sensed that there was more truth than poetry in that unguarded comment. Ingrid believed that this comment reflected precisely Vera's attitude towards girl-on-girl sex with the implied unsaid addition "but it is not as good as the real thing." Still if it was not for Dawn's proposition, Ingrid would have pursued Vera for as much sex as Vera would be willing to have. Ingrid's viewpoint would be it is better to have great sex that would end in misery than no sex or the occasional mediocre sex. Now Ingrid was not fooled by Dawn's sudden interest in a committed exclusive relationship. She saw it for it was; a crass heavy handed attempt to maintain the financial arrangement between them. Obviously there was no true love interest motivating Dawn in this matter.

Still Dawn was a lesbian. In the two years that Dawn had lived in Ingrid's house they got along fairly easily. The sex was enjoyable not great and certainly not comparable to the fabulous sex with Vera, but it did bring about certain satisfaction. Ingrid could envision that if the commitment took hold the sex would improve. There might even be a serious love develop from the relationship. And if there was one thing that Ingrid truly desired above all other hopes and aspirations, it was to have an honest to goodness love affair.

The bottom line for Ingrid was that the proposition of Dawn could pave the way for what Ingrid sought. Sex with Vera no matter how prolonged could never get her there. However one thing that Saturday night with Vera did for Ingrid was to boost her self confidence. She was cognizant of how much she had allowed her lovers to walk over her; and how her self esteem had eroded by the humiliations she had endured. Now she was determined to change that.

With such mindset she duly made her decision and communicated same to Dawn as follows:

"Last Saturday night I had the best sex I had ever experienced in my life. Vera was definitely the best sex partner I have had to date. What you have said about her is probably the truth; I would be a fool not to realize that every lesbian on campus not just the rugby team would be hot after her. Although I am not despairing of my chances as I believe you were made aware that Vera was pleased with our sex as well. However I do desire a committed relationship and Vera would probably not provide that. I am tired of all the casual sex so your offer has lots of appeal despite the fact that neither of us love each other."

At these words Dawn was agitating to protest probably to suggest insincerely of her love. Ingrid was having none of that as she help up her hand to stop Dawn from interrupting, and so she continued:

"No don't deny it. It doesn't matter. I do believe we have a chance to make a go of it. I do believe we can grow to love each other. I am willing to chance it; I do like you and we have had some good times. However it must be a sincere and honest effort on both of our parts for this to succeed. But beware I am no longer going to be a doormat for you.

My night with Vera taught me that if I can attract and please such a gorgeous woman as her then I am worthwhile and desirable. Therefore I need not put up with shit. The bottom line is this Dawn: I am willing to try a committed exclusive relationship with you, but it definitely must be exclusive. There will be no second chances. If you cheat on me I will throw you out on the street immediately. You should know that I consulted a lawyer yesterday, who advised me that I have every right to kick you out without any notice. Since you pay no rent you have no legal rights that normal tenants who pay rent have."

Dawn was astonished at the brutally frank speech. She could not have conceived that Ingrid had it in her to articulate her position so defiantly. In the back of her mind, though she was pleased. Although Dawn had a domineering personality, paradoxically, she had no respect for those she dominated and did her will. As this forceful side of Ingrid was to her liking she had no problem in accepting Ingrid's response:

"Oh wow Ingrid! This is a side of you I like very much. I too am weary of casual sex. I have no problem with exclusivity, after all I proposed it. I am confident we'll make a great pair."

During the next rugby practice Ingrid made Vera aware of her decision:

"Oh Vera, I want to thank you for a wonderful Saturday night. You were the greatest lover I've ever had bar none. Although you might not suspect it I have had quite a few lovers up to now."

"Why thank you Ingrid. I enjoyed myself immensely."

It was not lost on Ingrid that Vera did not jump at the opportunity of naturally suggesting a reprise. This just confirmed her belief that Vera definitely would not be interested in any special kind of relationship. So she continued:

"Yes Vera it indeed was marvelous and nothing would please me more that having another night. However Dawn has since talked to me and convinced me to try an exclusive relationship. Although I would dearly love to have some more sex with you, but I know you are straight. Consequently with you there is not the kind of future that I want available to me. So I accepted Dawn's proposition as the future I desire may be possible with her."

Vera snorted in amusement and replied:

"I wonder if my naked appearance in front of her had anything to do with this sudden interest for a permanent love arrangement."

Ingrid laughed in reply:

"I am positive that the sight of your gorgeous, magnificent naked body had everything to do with Dawn's sudden interest in little old me- not that I am little or old for that matter. I believe she realized if I can allure and satisfy a delicious dish like you into my bed, I might no longer have any need for her and thus would throw her out thereby putting an end to the gravy train she has with me."

"Well if that's her true and only motive, aren't you afraid you don't have a solid base for this proposed relationship to work?" 

"Oh I think my chances at happiness with Dawn are about as good as anyone's when entering into a relationship. We do get along and I have a certain fondness for her that could develop into a deep maybe even passionate love. I think my problems in the past with her had to do with her promiscuity and my tolerance of it. It did not help that I groveled for her favors. This time I emphasized that I would not allow her to cheat on me and that I would toss her sorry ass out of my home the instant she cheats."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 10



"Good for you Ingrid! You are a terrific girl and deserve to be cherished."

Ingrid beamed at the compliment, but she wistfully preferred that if only Vera was a lesbian who would cherish her.

That previous Saturday at the bar, the rugby players had seen Vera and Ingrid leave together. They all naturally jumped to the accurate and obvious conclusion but were surprised. When Vera joined the team it was obvious to everyone that she was straight and did not appear to have any inclination for girl-on-girl sex. She never had flirted or joined in the sexual banter. She ignored double entendres regarding the joys of lesbianism. But as it became evident that Vera had had sex with Ingrid, interest in having sex with her became rampant amongst her teammates and soon she was besieged by requests for dates.

Vera in essence had a soft heart and was not cruel. She was always on the alert not to hurt anyone's feelings. Her teammates intuitively sensed that weakness in Vera and so made their pleas for dates and sex so earnestly that Vera found it impossible to resist their overtures. Consequently during her four undergraduate years of playing rugby, Vera slept with every lesbian teammate plus two of the straight girls who joined the team after her and wished to experiment.

Curiously enough, although Vera was truly straight, she was more circumspect and picky when acceding to request for dates from males. With her stunningly good looks, while she was on campus she was being importuned to go out. Unlike the lesbian invitations of her teammates which subject to her responsibilities she accepted every one that she could practically do so, she refused and resisted the vast majority of the heterosexual opportunities. 

This contrasting behavior even astonished Vera herself. She intellectually knew she preferred and even craved heterosexual sex and missed the pleasure of having a cock in her pussy. Nevertheless most of the males on campus did not turn Vera on. The few dates she did accept proved to be unsatisfactory. Despite harboring the full intention of submitting to sex with such dates, when the crunch time came and the opportunity for sex presented itself Vera froze and she could not go through with it to the dismay and disgust of her dates. 

Nothing yet had changed for her despite her indulging frequently in lesbian sex. It was in the back of her mind to hope that participating in lesbian sex would kindle the desire to take the next step back to having straight sex. She knew of course that her reticence could be attributed to the mental aversion for sex that developed as a reaction to the horrors she had suffered from Dr Slaughter. 

She redoubled her efforts in therapy, but she did not yet fully heal as her heterosexual dates continued to fail. Dr Sarah Morrison, Vera's psychiatrist, was of the opinion that once Dr Slaughter was put to trial and convicted, the toxic malaise in Vera's current psyche may then dissipate. This would pave the way for the odious memories to ebb into the background and produce the full healing Vera needed. 

Helping to save her sanity was the lesbian sex she indulged in as it softened her frustrations at her inability to participate in heterosexual sex. Although she did enjoy the girl-on-girl sex, and experienced adequate orgasms, she sensed she was not fully satisfied. By the same token at least she was no longer tormented by the lack of release of her sexual tensions, such as she had been prior to that night with Ingrid.

Apart from that night with Ingrid, the most sensational sex she enjoyed was with Tiffany Snow and Daphne Harris. Both girls were petite; Tiffany 5'3" tall, Daphne 5'2" tall. To counter their dainty sizes these girls affected a fierce demeanor. They sported numerous visible and hidden tattoos of a bellicose nature such as swastikas, iron crosses, lightning bolts, arrows, eagles and the like. They were also adorned by too numerous to count body piercings. They applied Gothic make-up to complete a very eye-catching appearance.

For safety reasons Daphne and Tiffany were required to remove all their body piercings before each rugby match. Thus after each game they were delayed as much as half an hour before joining the rest of the team in socializing at the bar. It took that long for them to restore their body piercings. 

Two weeks after the night with Ingrid, the team was again assembled at the same bar after another home game. When Daphne and Tiffany entered the bar everyone had a great buzz on them having already consumed several drinks. They spotted Vera sitting alone. Vera's companion had imbibed too much liquor too quickly that she was in the restroom vomiting. Noticing Vera alone, Daphne and Tiffany sat down with her as Tiffany exclaimed:

"My God the delectable, delicious Vera Starikovich, every girl's fantasy, is sitting all alone. Aren't we the lucky ones Daphne to have the gorgeous Vera all to ourselves?"

Vera by now somewhat inebriated replied in a slurred speech:

"I actually did have a companion ... Brooke. But she seems to be a little under the weather. I think she had to leave to wait out the storm. So you are welcome to join me...Oh I see you have joined me...welcome Tiffany...Daphne."

Laughing at Vera's slurred speech Daphne noted:

"Vera you seem to be a little under the weather yourself. Am I to fear that Tiffany and I will not enjoy your company for much longer?"

Vera harrumphed:

"You are trying to insult me. I'll have you know that I come from sturdy Russian peasant stock. Vodka was my mother's milk."

Both laughed at Vera's response and Tiffany said:

"Hmm, speaking of vodka a double straight shots for Daphne and I should be just the thing for us to get started. I'll treat you as well oh you of Russian peasant stock, provided of course you can still handle it."

Vera snorted:

"Hah! You bitches will long be under the table before I've had my fill."

"Brave words for a girl who looks like she can't hold her OJ never mind her vodka."

"Hah! Speaking of looks, what are you two trying to say by your appearance? That you are two psycho Lesbo bitches? But doesn't your girly-girly names ruin the effect? I mean come on! Tiffany? Daphne? What's up with that? Your names conjure up tea and cucumber sandwiches with the crusts cut off; not tats and body piercings."

Tiffany sniffed:

"I can't help what my mother named me. However I might suggest that society in general may tolerate our physical appearances but I don't think it is ready to accept as a Christian name: 'Psycho Lesbo Bitch'."

"Good point, but Psycho Lesbo Bitch is a description not a name. I'd think Morgana and Rowena would be suitable names for Psycho Lesbo Bitches like you than than Daphne and Tiffany"

Daphne snorted and changed the subject:

"I understand Vera that you and Ingrid got it on after our last home game?"

"Yes that is true."

"And how was it?"

"Marvelous; I enjoyed it very much."

"I thought you were straight?"

"Yes, I am."

"And yet you made love with a lesbian?"

"It's better than masturbation."

"Are you implying that a straight gorgeous girl like you has trouble getting some action and has to resort to girl-on-girl sex to get some?"

"I would say that I am having some difficulty with contemplating or desiring a cock in my twat. So in the meantime I don't mind in participating in the dark side."

"Tiffany and I are more or less an item but we do not mind entertaining a third. Would you be interested?"

"I would be thrilled!"

"My God Vera you are so easy to seduce. It seems like it takes no effort to get into your pants."

"I've come to believe that I'm a slut and a whore if given half the chance. After all I did become pregnant when I was only thirteen."

Tiffany was solicitous and interjected:

"Oh I am so sorry for you Vera. I understand that an abortion can be very traumatic for a girl so young. Did you overcome it OK or are you still a little bummed out?"

"Oh I did not get an abortion. I gave birth to a lovely adorable girl whom I named Natasha. Actually, if I am going to leave with you two, I better first check with my babysitter to advise I won't reappear until tomorrow morning."

Both Daphne and Tiffany were stunned and their jaws literally dropped in amazement. Based on their acquaintanceship with Vera as a teammate, and on her playful demeanor in this bar, that she could be a mother did not cross their minds. Daphne gasped:

"My goodness Vera! You're just full of surprises. You being a mother would be the last thing I would suspect of you."

"Well when I woke up that fateful day being only thirteen with no boyfriend, the last thing I would have suspected would be that I would become pregnant before nightfall. I learned my lesson though as since then I have been fitted with an IUD but then again that would not be an issue of concern when I am with you two." 

The three of them soon thereafter trooped arm in arm out of the bar as the rest of their teammates whistled at them on their departure. Vera followed in her car to their apartment and was pleased to discover it was not too far away from Excalibur Street. They went into the apartment together and just stood looking at each other for a little time before they simply started touching each other. 

To complete their unorthodox appearance, Tiffany and Daphne were dressed in sleek cocktail dresses unlike Vera and the rest of the rugby team who were dressed in practical sweaters and slacks. Because of the easier ability to slip under the dresses Vera was able to touch the bare skin of Daphne and Tiffany while they were content to caress her body without attempting to get at Vera's skin.

Suddenly as if on cue each girl detached herself and proceeded to undress until they were all totally naked. Again they did nothing for some time except just stare at each other's bodies. As Daphne and Tiffany were quite familiar with each other's body they just concentrated on examining Vera's totally gorgeous and voluptuous body.

Vera was 5'11" tall and weighed 180 pounds; apparently deemed overweight by accepted health height-weight charts. Still there was no unsightly flab or fat on her body. Her body frame and figure was truly superlative female pulchritude at its finest. Her one physical flaw, if it could be labeled as such, was that she had larger breasts then what perfect symmetry would dictate. However in the case of Vera's breasts, bigger was indeed better.

Her huge breasts were pleasingly pear shaped. The surface area of her areola on each breast was larger than most and was a sharp pinkish hue. Her nipples were also larger than norm and when they were swollen by stimulation just the sight of them provoked her sexual partners to drool.

In anticipation of possible sex after the game, Vera had shaved off her pubic hair and had undergone a Brazilian bikini wax. Thus her camel toe protruded prominently and invited attention. After Ingrid, Vera realized that she preferred to be shaven when doing girls. All in all neither Daphne nor Tiffany had witnessed personally a more beautiful woman than Vera; and their vaginas were moistening just by continued viewing of Vera's body.

For her part Vera was equally fascinated by the naked bodies of Daphne and Tiffany. Each girl had an amazing array of tattoos on her body. Daphne had a swastika planted on each buttock. A snarling tiger was on each breast. On her mons she had inscribed the words "honey pot" plus a tattoo of a honey pot. She had a dragon tattoo on her stomach and an eagle on her back. Tiffany had the words "ENJOY" inscribed on her mons. She had a flying dragon on her back and iron crosses on each buttock.

They were each encased in body piercings throughout. The important ones were tongues pierced and rings attached to their labia walls. Both of them had their nipples clamped and connected by chains. Each ear contained various earrings.

Finally Daphne took the initiative. Holding her hand up to signal the other two to remain immobile she went to the bedroom and returned with some thick and large terry cloth towels. She also had a couple of dildos. Then signaling the two to follow she led them onto the kitchen which contained to Vera's surprise a relatively large butcher block table. Daphne then laid the cloth towels on the table to provide a relatively soft surface. So far nothing had been spoken all the activity was conducted wordlessly. 

Vera got on the table and lay on her back. She pulled her legs toward her and held them against her upper body. Her thighs were spread sufficiently to provide access and full view to her nether orifices. Tiffany with the aid of chair positioned herself to enable her to comfortably lick Vera's ass hole and crack of her ass. Daphne likewise with the aid of a chair draped herself over Vera's body so she could comfortably lick Vera's clit and cunt.

The pierced tongues provided a different oral stimulation than what Vera had previously experienced. Such new sensations sent raw pleasure strains coursing through her blood stream. Soon the oral onslaught set her body on fire and she was burning. The body heat alone caused her to perspire profusely. It was the body heat that caused the sweat since she had expended little or no physical exertion. Soon Vera was grunting and chanting verbal nonsense in reaction to the acute stimulations she was receiving.

Daphne and Tiffany being experienced lesbians conducted their oral love making with a deliberate tempo. Their skill in this love making caused Vera to experience some mini climaxes but retarding the advent of the final explosive orgasm. Thus Vera was in a continual state of high agitation and she was compelled to grunt louder. In her verbalizations the most frequent word she uttered was "please". Vera was alternating between agony and euphoria.

Then when she thought she could not take anymore, Daphne and Tiffany surprised Vera with an abrupt change in the sexual activity. Daphne got on the table and planted her cunt directly on Vera's mouth. Tiffany obtained a dildo and inserted it into her anus. Then she grabbed another dildo and started pumping it in Vera's cunt. The dildo in Vera's ass was shoved to the hilt and remained there as a plug. While Tiffany was fucking Vera's cunt with the other dildo she was tonguing Vera's clit.

Since Vera was holding on to her legs she had no control in directing the licking of Daphne's cunt. This gave Daphne the ability to have her cunt licked exactly in the manner she wanted. As a result a copious amount of her female juices were produced and flowing into Vera's mouth. In addition Daphne's sexual odor was very potent and almost overpowering Vera's senses. Again the sex was prolonged but finally Vera's orgasm arrived and it was a doozy.

With Daphne's cunt firmly entrenched in her mouth, Vera was unable to scream. Instead she let go of her legs to allow them to twitch in the air. Her whole body shook and shivered as all she could see were fireworks and shooting stars. Finally when Daphne got off her face Vera was able to release a scream induced by her build up suppression of the excitement of her orgasm. Daphne and Tiffany experienced orgasm as well but as Vera's orgasm so overwhelmed her she was unable to take notice.

That the sex had been incredible was obvious to each girl. However when subsequently recalling the event they could never articulate exactly what made the sex special. They just knew it was but the why of it escaped explanation. The girls then migrated to the bedroom. There was some more sexual activity that night but the level of passion did not reach the level that had occurred on the butcher block table.

There were more sexual activities with Vera and Daphne and Tiffany. The sex was always exciting and provided terrific sexual joy to Vera. Daphne and Tiffany were Vera's best lesbian sex partners. Unfortunately Daphne and Tiffany were both seniors in Vera's freshman year at the University of Chicago. The sex Vera experienced in her subsequent years in college was never of the high quality that she enjoyed with those two.

Dr Frank Slaughter's trial did not take place until the fall of Vera's sophomore year at the University of Chicago. The inordinate delay was due mostly to Slaughter. He instructed his lawyers to delay as much as possible so that the initial public animosity to him would die down and he would have a chance to escape punishment.

There were lots of pre trial motions regarding evidence and admissibility of various public statements made by Slaughter. There were also lots of court orders regarding psychiatric examinations conducted by the prosecution and by the defense but when such dust settled it was clear cut that Slaughter was sane enough to stand trial. It would be up to the jury if he would be adjudged not guilty by reason of insanity but the defense lawyers recognized that such plea would not fly.

The police investigation was very thorough and damning. They were able to collect hair samples in Rodney's apartment that matched Slaughter's DNA which physically supported the fact he was there. From what Vera could report on what Slaughter had divulged to her, and by exhaustively searching through missing persons' files the police were able to identify Slaughter's previous victims. Their ongoing investigations were successful in locating the bodies and severed heads of those victims.

Vera had by the time of the trial recovered her mental health sufficiently that she could recite the events of her ordeal concisely, accurately and consistently. In delivering her testimony the prosecutors coached her although not much coaching was needed as Vera had a natural instinct as to tell her story with maximum effect. Thus she proved to be an outstanding witness for the prosecution. 

Her beauty immediately won the jury over as they hung on to her every chilling word. Vera did not break down in tears as she recounted the horrors perpetuated on her by Slaughter. Paradoxically this lack of tearing elicited more empathy to her plight and enflamed a passionate hatred towards Slaughter in the hearts of the jurors. As they continued to listen to Vera's testimony, the women of the jury had difficulty in restraining themselves from openly weeping. The men of the jury were all wishing they could leave their place and throttle Slaughter to death. So compelling was Vera's testimony that to be fair to the defense the judge adjourned for the day even though there was plenty of time available for cross-examination. Slaughter's lawyer, Clarence Barrow, immediately recognized the devastating impact that Vera had on the jury with her testimony. There was no doubt that he was going to be convicted of murder in the first degree. The battle then was whether he could save Slaughter from capital punishment. (Saving Slaughter from slaughter- Barrow's pun in his mind.) The only way to arrive at that result was to dissuade sympathy for Vera. If he could portray that Vera was a slut and a whore then the jury might not be so quick to demand the death penalty. Perhaps he could even plant the seed of the ignoble thought that she deserved her awful fate. With such strategy in mind his first question on cross examination was:

"Ms Starikovich I understand from your direct testimony that on that night in September two years ago, as you were having sex with Mr Parker that it was your first date with him. Are you then in the habit of having sex on the first date?"

Vera did not have any idea what the lawyer's strategy was in asking this question, but she knew he was trying to derogate and denigrate her. So she instantly strategized an effective response in her mind. With her hand raised with one finger sticking out, she replied:

"When I was thirteen on May 15, I lost my virginity. Yes I acknowledge I was very young then but that's why I remember the exact date when I had sex for the first time. I actually had just met the gentleman in question so I can only plead the ignorance of my youth as to the reason why I succumbed to his charms so easily."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 10



Then Vera stuck out a second finger on her raised hand indicating the number two as she continued answering:

"However from then on I was a good girl as the second time I had sex was five years later when I was eighteen; on June 23 of that year to be precise. Curiously enough my partner at that time was the same one who had deflowered me, five years previously."

At this point Barrow was aghast at how Vera was answering the question and tried to stop her by interrupting:

"Please Ms Starikovich I am not trying to learn of your entire sexual history. Just please answer my question as simply as possible. Actually a simple yes or no would suffice."

"But Mr Barrow I have been instructed to answer all questions honestly and precisely. I do not wish to answer your question flippantly so I must be allowed to answer your question thoroughly so as there can be no misunderstanding to my answer."

The Judge secretly delighted by Vera's answer, intervened:

"I believe you opened this can of worms yourself counsel so that the witness must be allowed reasonable latitude in her answer. I will restrict the witness if she strays from relevancy. Please continue Ms Starikovich." 

So Vera resumed and stuck out a third finger of her raised hand indicating the number three as she continued:

"The third time I had sex was a few days before that night with Mr Parker."

Then Vera stuck out all her fingers of her raised hand leaving her thumb folded indicating the number four as she continued answering:

"The fourth time I had sex was that first date with Mr Parker."

Then Vera added her thumb on display with her four fingers of her raised hand indicating the number five as she continued answering:

"The fifth time I had sex was the following March or April; I cannot remember which now. My male partner at that time was the same one I had sex with on my third occasion. I have not had sex with a man since then. I am now twenty-two years of age and as you can see I can count the number of times I've had consensual sex with men in one hand.

To be accurate I do have to use the word consensual. As I had already testified I was raped every day while I was a captive of the defendant. But surely such unwanted sex inflicted on me cannot be counted against me in assessing my perceived wantonness your question implies.

So to answer your question accurately, I believe I have demonstrated that I can confidently say that I do not make it a habit of having sex on my first date. You see I have had dates with lots of other men other than those three men that I have actually had sex with."

With that answer Barrow knew he had lost the jury. He could sense the hostile vibes emanating from the jurors. He realized the more he tried to probe the more hostile the jury would become towards him. Thus even should he elicit some answer that might damage Vera's character, it would have not one iota of effect or impact on the jury. Accordingly he stopped the cross-examination abruptly then and there.

Vera was relieved as she knew there was a little deceptiveness to her answer. Although her answer was factually correct she did not volunteer that she had plenty of lesbian sex which might belie the otherwise chaste impression of her answer. Vera knew that Barrow had missed the subtle mention in her answer of "male partner" and "sex with men" which freed herself from perjury should her participation of frequent lesbian sex be revealed or that it became known that her heterosexual episodes #3 and # 5 were FFM threesomes.

The trial duly reached its conclusion. The jury deliberated and rendered its verdict under the speed of light. Dr Frank Slaughter was convicted on all counts in the indictment and the jury recommended the death penalty. The judge had no problem in imposing the death sentence on Slaughter.

The end of the trial and conviction of Slaughter did not unfortunately provide the cathartic relief for Vera that Dr Sarah Morrison had hoped. Vera remained unable to participate in heterosexual sex. The mental block was still there. Thus she continued with strictly lesbian sex while she was playing rugby.

After she graduated she opted to enroll in a two year MBA graduate course of study at the business school of the University of Chicago. She could not play rugby anymore so even her outlet for lesbian sex was lost to her. On the other hand without any extracurricular activities and as caring for Natasha became less onerous as she was getting older, Vera was able to apply herself diligently at her academic studies. She achieved her MBA graduating with the highest grades in her class. The tortures Dr Slaughter had inflicted on Vera were sickeningly gruesome and grotesque. His racist views as they were uncovered, revolted every decent human being. Consequently Slaughter attracted no sympathy. Even the most bleeding heart liberals who as a matter of course object to any capital punishment were not in his corner. Slaughter had run out of money after having paid his trial lawyers, and so he could not retain any appeal lawyers. His toxic persona deterred any lawyer taking his appeal pro bono. His own pride precluded him from utilizing the public defender and he had no patience in personally applying for his own appeal. As a result Slaughter was on the fast track for execution and in fact was executed by lethal injection during Vera's sixth and final year at the University of Chicago a mere four years after his conviction and imposition of sentence.

Slaughter's execution took place at 6:00 AM. When Vera woke up on that day she turned on the radio and heard in the news confirmation of Slaughter's death. Sensing that a certain mental dread in her persona was lifted forever she smiled and danced a jig around her bedroom. She realized with absolute certainty that she was no longer troubled by the mental anguish that had been plaguing her the past six years. 

Best of all she knew deep in her bones that today she would have no trouble in performing sex. Therefore, she decided to celebrate the end of her celibacy with a bang so to speak. She arranged for Alisha to look after Natasha for the next twenty-four hours. She conscientiously attended her morning class but then headed downtown and booked a room at the Palmer House one of Chicago's finest luxury hotels.

Before leaving the school she had changed from her casual clothes into a sleek cocktail dress which made her appear incredibly sexy. Thus when she was in the lobby and registering she had no luggage just her purse. Such an appearance drew the attention of the hotel's chief security officer, Jack Stevens. Sensing there just was something not quite right about this guest, he was determined to keep an eye on her if he found her loitering.

Vera entered her room and prepared the bed by pulling off the bed covers. She preferred fucking on bed sheets instead of the bed spread. She also believed the appearance of the bed might induce her anticipated gentleman guest to get the hint of what she exactly desired; i.e. hardcore fucking never mind protracted foreplay. Then she showered and daubed herself with her favorite perfume. She believed this perfume coupled with her natural scent would make her sexually irresistible.

Clothed again in her cocktail dress she was ready for the start of an adventure which she knew she was now ready for. Entering one of the hotel bars, she sat down at a conspicuous table and ordered a hamburger and beer. Considering where she was this somewhat plebeian meal contrasted sharply with her sophisticated appearance, but she hoped it would enforce the impression she was trying to advertise i.e. she was fuckable.

Indeed every male patron in the bar could not help but take notice of her. Even the most jaded libertine would be impressed by Vera's stunning appearance. Most of the males thought she had to be waiting for her supposed date to appear as it was inconceivable such a delicious creature would be alone without a companion. However one of the men sitting at the bar finishing his Glenfiddich on the rocks, took notice that Vera was not giving any signals that she was expecting company as he saw her wolfing down her hamburger. So sensing an opportunity of getting acquainted with a gorgeous woman, he approached Vera:

"Hey beautiful! Eating all alone?" 

Vera did a quick look over and appraisal of him, and deciding he was not odious, invited:

"Well if you care to join me then I won't be."

Taken a little aback by Vera's boldness, the man replied:

"I don't mind if I do as I cannot resist the company of a beautiful woman. I've already eaten but I don't mind another drink and could I get you something?"

"Sure I wouldn't object to another beer."

As the man ordered another Glenfiddich for himself, and a beer for Vera, he introduced himself:

"I'm Barney Crane by the way."

Vera simply replied:

"Vera Starikovich."

Crane continued:

"I'm from LA and I'm here for the bridge tournament going on in this hotel. In fact I'll be playing a session this afternoon starting at 2:00. Perhaps I should not take this second drink as I'll need a clear head. Mind you my brain is already getting dizzy just gazing at you."

Ignoring the lame compliment, Vera could only think: 'Oh shit! I wondered why he bothered to come to my table if he did not have nookie on his mind.' However not one to give up so easily and glancing at her watch to discover it was 12:45, Vera replied:

"I'll be happy to take your drink if you wish to preserve your sober mind. I understand competitive bridge is a very stressful game to play and it is best to relax and unwind before participating in a tournament. Now I am not a physician, but I believe that sex is one of the most relaxing exercises one can undertake to reach such desired state. I happen to have a room here so we could go there for a quickie. When we are finished you will still have plenty of time to get to the start of the session and play well; that is after you play well with me. What do you say?"

Now totally shocked by Vera's sexual aggressiveness, but not to look a gift horse in the mouth, Barney replied:

"I am not sure prior sex improves one's bridge playing abilities, but I am certain it cannot do any harm. I would be delighted to put your theory to the test so to speak."

"That's the spirit! Just follow me big boy."

Vera alerted the server to hold off on the drinks and signed her tab to be charged to her room. When they got inside her room, she started immediately to undress, declaring:

"Since you have so little time let me quickly get naked. You can keep on as much of your clothes as you wish. I don't care."

Once she was completely naked, she scrambled to the bed and asked: 

"How do you want me? Which way do you want to fuck me? Or do you want my ass? Or do you just want a blow job? Do you want to fuck me standing up or do you want to do it in the bed? Just tell me what you want and I'll do it." 

Barney Crane was an executive producer of some very popular television shows. Although unfamiliar to the general public he was well known in the industry and as such had encountered and fucked his fair share of beautiful women. Seeing Vera naked ranked as the ultimate in female pulchritude he was privy to and thus he could not be more thrilled. Vera's brazen sexual wantonness was something he had never witnessed before. Even the most determined Hollywood starlet intent on furthering her career by sleeping with influential producers like him, were not as forward as Vera.

What was most mystifying to Barney was that Vera did not appear to have any agenda as she clearly did not know who he was. She just seemed to want to fuck merely for the sheer enjoyment. His male ego of course was boosted since he suspected that without considering his position in the entertainment world, he would not think of himself as exceptionally desirable to a gorgeous woman like her. But he was not about to question his good fortune in seeing her in her glorious naked body apparently eager to receive his cock. So treating Vera's sexual come-ons at face value he replied:

"Oh I think I have time enough to get naked as well. I wouldn't want my clothes to be stained; why I might even be embarrassed when playing bridge."

Vera snorted:

"I believe most men like to advertise that they have just had sex. Besides don't you want to distract your opponents?"

"I am not sure we need to go there. In answer to your initial question, I want to fuck you doggy style with you on the bed. So get on your hands and knees and I'll be there."

Scrambling on the bed and getting into the requested position, Vera lowered her head to the pillow as she reached back to part her buttocks provocatively exposing to view her nether orifices. She invited:

"OK Barney come and get it. Whatever suits your fancy. Just fuck me hard and deep. The harder and deeper the better."

Crane had by this time was completely naked and got on the bed to mount her. Without any foreplay he had gotten rock hard solely by seeing Vera naked and hearing her saucy invitation. He opted for her cunt as he suspected she had become totally moist there. He craved for the feeling of her wet vagina surrounding his meat. As he entered her his speculation proved completely accurate, as although his cock and cunt were a tight fit, his cock slid forward and backward quite easily given her lubricated love canal. He reached over and cupped her magnificent tits as he continued fucking her.

For Vera as soon as she was penetrated, her mind soared to a blissful joy. She sensed no resistance no aversion no disgust. If there had been a momentary doubt the same was now dissipated. Just as she knew in the morning, the confirmation Slaughter's death had indeed finally released her developed dread towards heterosexual sex and restored her original and natural libido. She reveled in the feel of a cock in her pussy for the first time in almost six years. The unfettered pleasure she was receiving and enjoying was heavenly. She reached a hand to caress the back of Crane's head as she encouraged:

"Oh my God this is good! Just fuck me big boy. Oh your cock is so good. Yes squeeze my titties...."

And Vera kept this kind of sexual banter going throughout the fucking. She just could not shut up. Vera's voice was very husky in this mode and it completely turned Crane on. He had never had a female sex partner that was this enthusiastic in the enjoyment of sex as Vera. Soon there was no holding back and he was ejaculating in her with a ferocity he had not known since his early twenties. The feel of his sperm flooding her vagina triggered her intense orgasm. She shuddered, shook and screamed. There was no doubt that she was experiencing an enjoyable orgasm; nothing fake about it.

As it turned out, there was plenty to time left for Barney to take a shower and get to the bridge tournament site on time. Vera also took a shower before getting dressed and return to the bar in quest for another fuck buddy. 

An interested person in viewing Vera was Jack Stevens, the hotel security chief. One of his main duties was to be aware of the prominent guests that are registered at the hotel and ensure that there are no untoward incidents that cast the hotel in a bad light. He had seen Vera register with no accompanying luggage, and his antennae for identifying possible trouble went on full alert. 

He spotted her entering the bar and noted she left with Barney Crane, an important Hollywood television executive and even better known as a great tournament bridge player. As the pair entered an elevator he assumed they were going either to her room or to his. He then saw her returning to the bar not more than a half hour later without him and just about ten minutes after that exit with Loren Hunt, a wealthy Texas oilman and owner of a professional sports franchise. 

It was clear to Stevens that all this activity by Vera spelled out that she was a high class hooker and was making the Palmer House Hotel her personal bordello. To protect the hotel's reputation he knew he would have to put a stop to Vera. He did not dare accost her in company with Hunt as it would be too awkward and defeat his purpose in protecting the hotel. However he suspected she would shortly be alone again cruising for yet another well to do customer. Before she should strike again he was determined to pounce on her and arrest her for solicitation.

Stevens' speculation was partially germane to what was actually happening to Vera. When Loren Hunt noticed her at the bar, he also came to the conclusion that she was a high class call girl. What she was doing in the bar he did not speculate, but as Vera was without a doubt the most gorgeous good looking female he had ever seen, and given he had some free time, he decided to proposition her. He was not surprised that Vera readily agreed to sex but was puzzled that she made no mention of money. Well, he thought no matter her fee he certainly could afford it and he was certain it would be worth it. 

When they got into her room, Vera casually shed her dress immediately and was instantly naked. Loren gasped in seeing her almost perfect nude body. About the only legitimate complaint about Vera's gorgeous body was that her breasts were too large in symmetry with the shape of the rest of her body. But he certainly was not one to quibble about such perceived defect. Vera was tall as well, 5'11", but again this did not detract from Loren's admiration of her. Loren was still surprised that Vera had not yet mentioned her fee but he was beyond worrying about it as he savored her naked beauty.

As soon as she was completely naked Vera sported a huge smile. She appreciated the catharsis of the liberating sex she was enjoying this day. She sensed that this day would be perfect for her and she was determined not to be deterred by the slattern impression she might be giving to her male partners. If they have a problem with her lewd and licentious behavior that is their problem as she knew it was not like she was going to see them again. So she got to the bed to lay flat on her back to enjoy some traditional missionary position fucking. She parted her legs and with crooked finger beckoned him:

"OK Loren come and get it. I just know you have a nice big cock that will just do me nicely. Yes fuck me good, I need it. I need your cock so badly. Don't keep me waiting. Just shove it in. Don't be gentle. I am in the mood for rough." 

Loren had gotten naked of course and was extremely rock hard. By her words he started to wonder whether she was a prostitute but he no longer cared. Vera's enthusiasm was infectious to his psyche such that all he cared about was to fuck the shit out of her. When he penetrated her, her legs instantly wrapped around him. Her cunt clutched onto his rod as he frantically started fucking her. Although he had by this time in his life enjoyed a prodigious amount of sex, fucking Vera gave him the illusion of experiencing a unique new sensation hitherto unknown to him.

While he was fucking her, Vera was enjoying her pleasures with abandon, and she was grunting and squealing accordingly. However her mind was inflamed with the need to finally cast out the demons that Dr Slaughter had inflicted on her by his tortures. Her brain soon identified the solution and so she was compelled to plead:

"Oh Loren please don't cum inside of me. Please cum all over my face and my hair. Please pull out. Spill your sperm on me. I need the feel of it on my face. I need to taste it. Please Loren! Please do it. Please do what I ask. I need you to do it. Please!"

Loren was shocked by this bizarre request but her plea was made so earnestly that he could not see how he could refuse. Consequently as he felt his ejaculation about to happen, he pulled out and quickly straddled her head. Pointing his penis directly and with a few hand strokes he was shooting his cum all over her face, hair and neck.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11



Beverley Browning was not a happy camper.

She was twenty years of age and was about to enter the Louise Herrington School of Nursing of Baylor University, located in Dallas. She had completed her two years of prerequisite classes at the main campus of Baylor, located in Waco. Those first two years of college were the first time she had lived apart from her mother, Sally. However, since her junior and senior years at Baylor would be strictly nursing classes given in Dallas, she returned to her mother’s home. She saw no sense in wasting money by living apart from her mother during those two years at the nursing school in Dallas.

When she returned to her mother’s home that Saturday to set up her room and prepare for the upcoming academic year, her mother was gone. Usually Sally was home, but about four times a year she would go away for a weekendmysteriously. She claimed it was to attend a professional development conference which would enhance her credentials as a high school teacher. Beverley had no reason to disbelieve her and thought no more about it. Still she wished her mother would have been at home this time, as it would have been easier to set things up for them living together again after the past two years’ separation.

To surprise and please her mother, Beverley decided in her mother’s absence to thoroughly clean their relatively small home. As she cleaned, she reflected on her life to date and realized she was not a happy camper. Apart from her successful academic life, in which she excelled and would no doubt become a successful nurse, her life sucked. 

To be more specific, her love/sex life sucked. To be even more precise, she had no sex life: none, zero, nada, zilch. 

And she was horny. She was constantly horny. Her fingers were weary, almost falling off her hands from frequent masturbation. She mused that she should break down and buy herself a dildo, but up to now she had refused to do so. She had the mindset that if she did purchase a dildo or any sexual toy to assist in masturbation she would be admitting defeat. It would be undeniable evidence of how pathetic her sex life truly was. 

In assessing herself realistically, she believed she had a pretty face, quite attractive enough to appeal to most males. She believed herself to have an easygoing personality that would not repel anyone. She knew she was witty enough to amuse most male companions. So the sole reason she did not have a cock of her own to play with had to be the fact that she was fat. 

She was 5’8” tall and weighed 260 lbs. She had been overweight ever since she could remember. Throughout her life, she had been subject to constant jeers and taunts from her peers, both male and female. She had been called every epithet of obesity under the sun: fatso, pig, blimp, hippo, elephant, etc. 

Beverley was not a virgin though. She remembered clearly with horror her one and only sexual experience. It had occurred almost exactly two years previously, just before she was to go to Waco to start her freshman year at Baylor. During that August, she worked at a drive-in fast food outlet where the servers on roller skates skated to the patrons’ cars to take and serve orders.

Beverley was serving Ivan Croft, the quarterback for her high school’s football team in their mutual junior and senior years. Ivan was a very handsome young man and the absolute stud in the school. He was every girl’s fantasy, and he had his pick of almost any female he desired. For Beverley, he was beyond her wildest fantasy, since she realistically knew he would have no interest in her. Thus she was nervous and awkward in serving him, and she realized she was humiliating herself acting like a ninny.

Ivan Croft was a pompous eighteen-year-old twit, a complete narcissist. His love of self was fueled by the adulation he received generally for his undeniably handsome virile body. However, at this point he was in the worst crisis in his life, as everything of good fortune was being denied to him. Or, as he would put it, everything was going down the toilet. Although he was the starting quarterback for his school football team in his last two years of high school, he was in truth a mediocre if not inadequate football player. Congruent to his  narcissism it was a truth not recognized nor acknowledged by his inner most self-consciousness.

His expectatuion for an athletic scholarship to a university in Texas did not transpire. Thus, for him to be able to play college football, he would have to try out and win a spot on the team as a walk-on. However, even to be able to try out for a team, he would have to have been admitted to the school, and that was the dicey part for him.

His high school transcript was inadequate; actually he had not yet graduated. He was taking a summer course that he needed to pass to receive his high school diploma. If only he had won an athletic scholarship, such academic problems would not be an issue. He was sure that had he got a scholarship the football coaches would be able to make such a problem go away. He had counted on such result so that he was not sufficiently prepared to even do the summer school properly.

So Ivan Croft was in a continuously foul mood that summer. On that day, he was in an even darker mood than usual. When he left class that day, he was of the distinct impression that he was not going to pass and, ergo, no high school diploma. The problem was that he had not formulated a Plan “B” to overcome this disaster. So he dropped in at where Beverley worked to calm his nerves with a hamburger.

He could not help but notice how solicitous Beverley was in serving him. It was obvious to him that he could get her to fuck him at a snap of his fingers. He actually did know who Beverley was, as they did share some classes together, but of course he had taken no interest in her. He did know her to be an excellent student though, and this was irritating to him at this particular time. From his vantage point, it seemed unfair that a fat slob like her should be sailing through high school, whereas an Adonis like him was being stymied. 

He decided then that since Beverley wanted to fuck, he would oblige her but teach her a salutary lesson. If anyone were to have questioned him on his need to humiliate her, he would have been hard-put to articulate an honest rationale. Nevertheless, he was vehement in believing Beverley deserved her comeuppance. So he started the ball rolling when she served him his order:

“So, Beverley, how have you been? What have you been up to since we finished high school?”

Beverley was flattered that Ivan deigned to be sociable with her. She had suspected he was unaware of her existence despite their shared classes. So she gushed in her answer:

“Oh, I am getting ready to go to Waco to start my freshman year at Baylor. I am pretty sure I am going to study to become a nurse. Although I have won some scholarships, I am going to use the money I earn here to purchase a stethoscope and a blood pressure monitor. I like to prepare myself ahead of time. What about you? Where are you going to college?”

Ivan was seething inside at her assumption that he was going to college when in truth college was now a distant dream for him. He noticed she had asked her question without guile, so she obviously had no clue as to his true circumstances. He felt that he had to appear equal to her in status, so he baldly lied:

“Baylor, Texas A & M, and Texas all offered me athletic scholarships. I chose Texas, as it offers a better chance to get to the NFL. Mind you, I almost picked Baylor so we could still have been schoolmates, as their last year’s quarterback had graduated. 

Texas’s current quarterback will be in his senior year, though, so I should be the quarterback three years for the Longhorns. A three-year resume as starting quarterback for Texas should be sufficiently impressive for the NFL scouts, so I can start counting my millions that I am going to earn.”

Beverley was suitably impressed, so she gushed in response:

“Oh, how exciting for you, Ivan! I am so happy for you. My mother went to Baylor, so she is pleased that I am going there. However, if I do indeed go with the Nursing program, I’ll be here in Dallas for my junior and senior years.”

Annoyed by the continuation of the tedious small talk, Ivan decided to cut to the chase and force the issue:

“What time do you get off work here?”

“Four. Why?”

“Since we are going to start new careers in different cities, we probably won’t see each other again. So I am thinking we can celebrate the end of our high school days with a bang, so to speak. I’ll get us a motel room and we can go there after you are finished here.”

“You mean to say you want to…do it?”

“You got it, babe. What do you say?”

“Well, sure! I would love to. But do you really want to? With me?”

Croft laughed inwardly at Beverley’s pathetically eager acceptance of his proposition. He knew it would be easy to coerce Beverley into sex but he would have thought there would have at least been some hesitant resistance. He was actually incensed that she was that easy and had no self respect for herself. In any case, he replied:

“Sure I am sure. As I said, I’ll book a motel room and pick you up here at four, OK?”

“OK!” 

Beverley was ecstatic; the school “STUD” wanted her. He wanted to fuck her! She was going to lose her virginity, finally! And to the stud of her high school! She could not have been happier.

During her break, she called her mother to advise she did not need to be picked up after work. She would be late getting home, perhaps very late. Sally was certain that her daughter was mature enough to avoid danger, so she just was pleased by the ecstasy her daughter seemed to be in and trusted she would experience good, clean, safe fun. For Beverley, 4:00 o’clock could not come fast enough.

When Ivan arrived to pick her up, he had a surprise for her. He was accompanied by two of his best buddies, Kyle Richter and Robert Barrett, both of whom Beverley knew by sight. Beverley was furious because she made the naïve assumption that Ivan was having second thoughts about fucking her and was bringing his two buds along to resort to some lame excuse why the agreed-upon tryst could not occur. So before he could enlighten her about his intentions, she bitterly lashed out:

“What’s this, Ivan? Have you changed your mind? I knew it was too good to be true.”

Ivan winced at her remarks for myriad reasons. Firstly he was annoyed that she was not savvy enough to discern his intention of setting up a three-man gang bang, especially since there was no reason to suspect she would object to such a gang bang. Considering her eagerness in accepting this tryst in the first place, surely she was not squeamish. What really annoyed him, though, was his perception that she apparently assumed that he was partial to her, when nothing further could be the truth. So he scornfully replied:

“You may be smart in school, but you sure are dumb about fucking. Of course I have not changed my mind. But you see, when you agreed so quickly to fuck, it seemed natural to me that you would also want to fuck my friends as well. Isn’t that right? Would you not want to fuck Kyle and Robert as well?”

As Beverley had been starved for male attention, she was easy pickings for Ivan’s sinister lure of a sexual fantasy. Consequently, she meekly and confusedly replied:

“Sure. I guess so. I mean, do you guys all want to? Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure, you bimbo and so are they. I wouldn’t spend forty bucks on a motel room if I wasn’t sure. So quit giving me grief and get in the car.”

“OK, then sure.”

Beverley got into the front passenger seat reserved for her as Kyle and Robert were sitting in the back. After driving for a little while heading towards the motel, Beverley asked in apprehension:

“OK, if we are sure, how are we supposed to do this? I mean, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do.”

Ivan growled in frustration:

“For fuck’s sake, quit being a stupid cunt. And stop fucking saying ‘sure’ so much. It’s driving me fucking nuts. Don’t worry about a thing, bitch. All the fuck you have to fucking worry about is to have your fucking cunt ready for our fucking cocks.”

Beverley had led a sheltered life. Although exposed to crude language even daily, nevertheless she had not grown accustomed to the amount of swearing that Ivan was prone to. So she protested nervously to his language:

“I don’t see why you have to swear so much, Ivan. I thought this was supposed to be fun. Your cursing suggests that you’re not that interested in fucking me after all. Oh, shit, now you got me swearing. But I suppose I wasn’t really swearing. I mean, to fuck is the slang form of saying to have sex. But then, saying ‘shit’ I guess is really swearing after all. So you are making me swear.”

Ivan almost went berserk at Beverley’s inanities:

“Will you shut the fuck up? Look, all that matters is that you still want to fuck. You do still want to fuck, don’t you?”

Beverley was startled and a little of afraid of Ivan’s angry outburst, so she merely nodded her head at the perceived question. Seeing the nod, Ivan continued:

“OK then, you don’t need to talk. Don’t worry about fun. All we are going to do is fuck. You got that?”

Beverley was now thoroughly intimidated by his anger, so she squeaked:

“Yes, sir.”

Ivan deemed her reply sarcastic. So, in fury, he backhanded her, striking her vehemently in her mouth and actually drawing blood from her lips. He snarled:

“I don’t need your bitchiness. Just follow orders and we will get along fine. Capisce?”

Beverley nodded as she started whimpering and sobbing in reaction to his brutality. She was beginning to suspect that the loss of her virginity was not going to be a joyous occasion. Up to this point, Kyle Richter and Robert Barrett had been impassively sitting in the back seat of Ivan’s car not saying a word during the ride. However, alarmed at how awkwardly the scene was unfolding, Kyle spoke up:

“Are you sure about this, Ivan? She sure doesn’t seem to be willing. We don’t have to do this.”

Now Ivan was getting seriously agitated and replied:

“Nonsense! The bitch wants us to fuck her. Don’t you, bitch?”

By now, Beverley was absolutely cowed and her spirit was totally broken, so she mumbled in a soft voice:

“Yes, Ivan, I do.”

“What? I didn’t hear you, bitch. Louder so I can hear!”

Beverley then repeated in a loud voice:

“Yes, Ivan, I do.”

“Do what?”

“Yes, Ivan, I want you to fuck me.”

“And?”

“And I want Kyle and Robert to fuck me too.”

“See, I told you the bitch wants to be fucked. Can’t wait to be fucked. Right, bitch?”

“Yes, Ivan, that’s right.”

“Well, here we are now. I’ve already registered, paid for the room, and have the key. Luckily the room is on the ground floor, so we can drive right up to the door.”

They all trooped into the room; a typical average priced motel room. Except for Ivan they stood around all awkward and nervous. Finally to break the tension, Beverley, cleared her throat and asked:

“Do you want me to take off my clothes? Do you want me to get on the bed first?”

Ivan replied:

“No bitch! I don’t want you to take off your clothes. No one wants to see your blubber. Just remove your panties. We’ll put the bed covers on the floor, and you’ll get on your hands and knees on top of them.”

Ivan snapped his fingers to motion Kyle and Robert to grab the bed covers and lay them on the floor. Beverley, obeying his commands, reached under her skirt and removed her panties. As she was not required to undress further, she stuffed her panties in her bra to make sure nothing happened to them. Once the guys had laid the bed covers on the floor, she dropped to her hands and knees as commanded by Ivan. She then awaited further developments with abated breath.

Ivan undid his pants and let them drop to his ankles. He lowered his briefs to free his cock for action. Remarkably, he sported a fully fledged erection despite the lack of romantic inducements. He got behind Beverley and lifted her skirt to her waist, leaving her nether regions fully exposed. He had Beverley spread her thighs so he had better access to her vagina. Then, with his hand, he guided his cock to her cunt and penetrated her.

Ivan had not considered that Beverley might be a virgin. From his perspective, every girl he had fucked for the first time was not a virgin. He knew intellectually of course that every female was born a virgin and had to have a first-time sexual experience to lose such virginity. But he assumed that every girl lost their virginity by the end of their first year of high school.

Certainly when he had his first sexual experience with a female in his first year at high school, that girl had not been a virgin.

When his cock reached Beverley’s hymen and was momentarily obstructed, he did not make the obvious conclusion but, rather, was simply annoyed by the interruption. Gritting his teeth, he pushed forward. As he ruptured her hymen, Beverley shrieked a scream of agonizing pain.

With that shriek, Ivan realized the situation and withdrew his cock completely from Beverley. He angrily proclaimed:

“Oh shit! You’re a fucking virgin!”

Beverley naively whimpered in pain:

“Yes. How do you know?”

He took baby steps, as his pants were puddled around his ankles, to get around her and have his cock directly in front of her view. As soon as she sensed he had left her body, she robotically straightened up, still resting on her knees. He took a hold of his cock and, pointing it at her face, retorted: 

“Because I just busted your cherry! See your blood on my cock! So now clean it up.”

As a virgin, Beverley had a rudimentary knowledge of sex. From information garnered from talking with her more experienced girlfriends, she was aware of fellatio and knew what he was demanding. So she opened her mouth, took in his cock and sucked up her smeared virginal blood. She was intimidated by Ivan’s menacing demeanor; she was cramping badly from the rupture of her hymen, and her blood tasted just awful, almost causing her to vomit. Luckily there wasn’t too much blood or she would have. She was in great distress!

Ivan had more wicked designs on her as he urged her to continue with the blow job. When he sensed he was about to cum, he grabbed his cock out of her mouth. As he was stroking his cock and aiming it, he splattered her face fully with his sperm. He had ejaculated such a copious amount of sperm that it covered all of her face and part in her hair. One eye was shut as the cum on her eyelid acted as a glue.

Seeing Beverley’s face so defiled caused Ivan to burst out laughing. Jubilant at the sight of her humiliation, he felt avenged of his misfortunes. It was just the tonic he needed to counter the bitterness he felt that day. He then prompted:

“Come on guys! Can’t you see her face is a mess? She needs it washed.”

In setting up the three-man gangbang beforehand, Ivan had assured Kyle and Robert that Beverley was a total slut who loved golden showers; it was her kinky fetish. So to fill their bladder in preparation, they all had consumed four beers each prior to picking up Beverley. 

To any sentient being, Beverley’s sobbing and the fact that she was a virgin would tend to belie Ivan’s assertion of her desire to be peed upon. 
However caught up in the fervor of this provocative exciting scene, Kyle and Robert were incapable of critical thinking. Their bladders were full and demanding relief. Consequently, heeding Ivan’s exhortations, they took turns peeing directly onto Beverley’s face. 

In reaction, Beverley started crying in earnest. She was so numb at the horror she was experiencing that she did not even try to avoid the streams of urine splashing on her face. Finally, when they had finished, Beverley bawled:




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11



“Why are you guys so mean to me? I’ve never done any harm to you. If you didn’t want to fuck me, why did you lead me on?”

Kyle and Robert were sufficiently ashamed and, having restored their attire, ran out of the room. Ivan, however, was not mortified in the least at what he had done. He retorted:

“Get real. I wanted to fuck you? Who would want to fuck a tub of lard like you? You are lucky me and my buddies wanted to have any fun with you.”

Then as he was turning to leave leered at her and sarcastically uttered:

“Have a good day!”

Beverley broke down and wept fiercely. She felt totally humiliated and was ashamed at her naivety for even considering that Ivan could possibly have had any desire for her. She hated how pathetically she had acted in accepting all the indignities foisted upon her.

When she finished crying, she cleaned herself up. She called her mother to pick her up. Sally was most kindly solicitous and was in favor of reporting the incident to the police for possible rape charges. Beverley pointed out that a rape allegation would not fly, as she had consented to everything that had happened. She did not even protest when the guys had peed on her.

Shortly after this incident, Beverley left for Waco to start her college career at Baylor University. So she did not have time to brood about it. She focused on her college studies and thus was able to put this nightmare behind her. Although her experience was horrid, it did not curb her desire for sex. 

Technically, she was no longer a virgin, but she still considered herself to being one. She knew that a woman could expect to have an orgasm from good sex. Such orgasm should be at least as good as masturbation but most often better. There had been nothing close to an orgasm from that horror perpetrated by Ivan. Ergo, from her view she still was a virgin until she would get that orgasm.

She craved sex. She wanted an authentic sexual experience: one where a cock was truly penetrating her cunt and drilling it until she went crazy. From experiences related to her by her girlfriends, Beverley knew she could enjoy giving head and have a much better result than Ivan’s spiteful actions. Her girlfriends had whispered about sodomy, and Beverley’s vagina moistened at such naughty thoughts; she instinctively knew she would love having a cock up her ass. She wanted to experience it; she wanted to experience it all.

Unfortunately the incident did make her gun shy and robbed her of all self confidence in dealing with the opposite sex. The words Ivan uttered -- “Who would want to fuck a tub of lard like you?” -- had devastated her, and she could not shake them from her memory. She was consciously aware that some men preferred overweight woman and thus there was no reason for her to despair. She knew she had an attractive face, and she knew fat women had boyfriends too.

Actually if she could have objectively evaluated herself, she would have realized that she was truly a gorgeously overweight woman. She was especially attractive to those men who do not consider gorgeously overweight to be an oxymoron. Although she was overweight, her body was voluptuous. Her naked body did not contain an overabundance of unsightly rolls of fat. She had thick thighs, a huge ass, and very ample boobs, all of which accounted for a lot of her weight.  Those men who appreciate the models in Rubens paintings would appreciate Beverley Browning.

Despite though her own conscious belief that she was capable of attracting a worthwhile man, she was simply hopeless in social settings. During her two years at Waco, she was unable to secure a date, let alone even a hint of an amorous kiss. She had a long way to go for that elusive first real fuck.

Her girlfriends were not much help since all of them were thinner, some much so, than her and so could not relate to her problems. Beverley would have loved to have had a serious discussion with her mother, but she deemed Sally to be next to useless on the subject matter of sex and how to get it. Her mother had to be most asexual person she knew of. 

Sometimes Beverley envied her mother’s lack of interest in sex, and wished to be so inclined herself. If she had that quality, then she would not be plagued by these desires for sex. Then she would not be frustrated. Then she could concentrate on becoming the best damn nurse she could be and be satisfied with an excellent professional career.

Beverley could not recall her mother ever going out on a date with a man. Her mother was still relatively young at 42 years of age, and although not pretty, she was not hideous either. She was very good natured, easy to get along with, and adept at witty conversation. She had a steady respectable job (high school teacher) and, having inherited a modest fortune and having invested same wisely, she has not hurting for money. You would think she would be besieged with suitors, never mind being constantly the object of one man’s desire; and yet there was no male interest in her. 

What absolutely intrigued Beverley, though, was that her mother did not display any interest in men or sex, nor did she seem to be concerned about this void in her life. For a while, Beverley considered that her mother might be a lesbian, but Sally did not betray any interest in the alternative lifestyle either. Beverley had frequently been tempted to ask Sally if she did not enjoy sex and, if so, why. Despite being curious, however, she had never had the nerve to ask such an intimate question. Obviously, her mother had to have had sex at least once in her life if only to account for her very own existence, but was that the only time she had sex?

With her mind running in that direction, Beverley speculated about her biological father. When Beverley was a child, Sally had told her he had died before she was born and, as she did not know him for very long, could not tell her anything substantial about him. As a child, Beverley had accepted such explanation at face value. As she grew older, the story did not seem to wash. For one thing, her mother rarely spoke of him and never mentioned his name. The obvious conclusion is that her mother never knew his name. 

So what would explain Sally’s not knowing the name of the man who had impregnated her? Perhaps she was raped and Beverley was the result of the crime. But, reasoned Beverley, surely her mother would have undergone an abortion in such circumstance. After all, even lots of pro-life advocates in the abortion debate would countenance an abortion in such a situation.

So a more likely scenario had to do with the fact that she was conceived during her mother’s senior year at Baylor. Perhaps her mother got drunk at a wild campus party and had casual sex with another partygoer. After coitus, they parted without thinking more about it, or seeing each other again, or even exchanging names. 

This scenario became, for Beverley, more plausible considering her own experiences at Baylor the past two years. She had attended a few parties where she witnessed various casual hook-ups that subsequently went nowhere; some of such hook-ups involved her close girlfriends. 

Unfortunately, from her viewpoint, Beverley could not herself score. At these parties Beverley was never able to finagle even hot kissing and petting action. Apparently the guys at these parties always seemed to have supposedly better options than messing with her.

As her mind was thus occupied, Beverley came to clean her mother’s bedroom thoroughly. In the closet, she came across a decorative plastic box which she had never seen before. Curious, she opened the lid. The contents took her breath away. They were glossy 8”x12” and 10”x12” photo prints…of her mother!...naked!...in sexual situations! She could not have been more dumfounded or shocked in her life.

The first photo Beverley looked at showed a tall muscular Afro-American man standing with a full erection of a huge cock. Her mother was upright on her knees at right angles to the man. She had placed her hands, fingers spread apart, side by side against his cock to demonstrate that the length of his penis exceeded the combined width of her hands. Her face was staring at the camera with one eye closed forming a saucy wink and sporting what could only be described as a wicked lascivious smile.

The next photo was apparently in sequence, as her mother, still on her knees, had half of this man’s cock in her mouth. One of her hands grasped that part of his rod not in her mouth. Ostensibly she was stroking his cock up and down. The third photo in sequence showed the man’s cock entirely in her mother’s mouth. Beverley simply gasped on viewing this and sensed that her vagina was noticeably moistening. 

There were two other photos of this man and her mother. One showed half of his cock penetrating her mother’s rectum. The way they were posed showed her mother’s cunt fully exposed leaving no doubt that she was being sodomized. The other photo showed his cock completely in her ass. Beverley gasped again, as she would have thought such deep penetration would have been impossible.

Another photo showed her mother with two different men, this time both white. She was on her hands and knees on a round table with a foam-covered top. One of the men was behind her on his knees between her thighs, fucking her vaginally. Her mother was sucking the cock of the other man, who was conveniently standing before her to allow her access. By this time, Beverley’s cunt was soggy from the stimulation of viewing these pictures.

There were many more explicitly sexual photos of her mother with different men; the sheer quantity of different men was remarkable in of itself. The most provocative picture from Beverley’s viewpoint was one where her mother was standing, sporting her by-now-standard wicked smile, flanked by two men and holding the cock of each. Beside them, similarly posed, was another woman, also smiling and herself flanked by two men. This woman had a remarkable resemblance to the famous Pamela Rose, one of the finest female vocalists extant.

Could this woman really be Pamela Rose? Beverley was a huge fan of the singer since as long as she could remember, and she possessed quite a few autographed photos of her. Thus Beverley was quite cognizant of Pamela Rose’s features, and this woman in the picture was a dead ringer.

Beverley suddenly thought: ‘Wait a minute…those autographed pictures!’ Her mother had obtained them for her when Beverley was twelve. Sally had claimed she had written to the publicist of Pamela Rose requesting the pictures, citing Beverley as a huge fan. Beverley always cherished these pictures, since they contained appropriate personal messages thoughtfully penned by Pamela Rose. She constantly lorded those pictures over her best friend, who was also a fan of Pamela Rose. 

Her friend’s mother had also requested an autograph picture from the publicist. All they received was a standard ubiquitous picture of Pamela Rose which was available to every fan who asked. Her friend's picture was autographed obviously by an automatic signature-writing machine.  

It now started to dawn on Beverley that perhaps the reason why she had so many truly personally autographed pictures of Pamela Rose might be due to her mother being personally acquainted with the singer. ‘Oh my God!’ thought Beverley.  ‘That woman in the picture must be Pamela Rose.’ She further thought that her mother has a lot of explaining to do.

Beverley’s first thought on viewing the pictures was that these must have been taken in the past two years when she was in Waco and did not have daily contact with her mother. However, that did not explain the Pamela Rose anomaly. Besides, upon further examination of the photos, she noticed all of them contained dates on the back presumably indicating when the photos were taken. Such dates varied, with the oldest going back to eight years. The obvious conclusion was that during those periodic weekends, including the present one, when her mother was absent, she must have been participating in sex orgies as depicted in these photos.

Beverley was not disgusted or grossed out by seeing these pictures and by the realization that her mother had a secret and apparently flamboyant exotic sex life. She was actually overjoyed to learn that her mother was not the “stick in the mud” or sexless person she had assumed her to be. If anything, the predominant feeling in her mind in reacting to these photos was envy. Oh, what she would give to have a cock in her pussy, in her mouth, even up her ass. Judging by these pictures, her mother sure was enjoying such possibilities, and Beverley knew she herself would have been similarly enraptured. No doubt about it, she would want some of it too!

Sally, beforehand, had indicated to Beverley that she would return from the weekend “conference” the following (i.e., Sunday) afternoon around 3:00 PM. Beverley decided to have some fun in confronting her mother about her secret sex life. She went to Wal-Mart and purchased some picture frames. She then framed four of the photos: the two with the Afro-American man where his cock was completely in her mother’s mouth and ass, the one where her mother was entertaining two men simultaneously, and the Pamela Rose photo. She mounted them on Sally’s bedroom wall, replacing the nondescript mundane paintings that had been there.

When the expected time of Sally’s arrival neared, Beverley got onto her mother’s bed and took up a book to read while waiting for her mother to appear. As Sally then arrived and upon entering she called out:

“Yoo hoo! I’m home. Are you here, Beverley?”

Beverley shouted a reply:

“Yes, Mom, I’m here. I am in your bed reading. Come on up.”

So Sally headed to the bedroom. Upon spotting Beverley she rushed to her with open arms intending to hug her daughter and she started to say:

“Oh, Beverley you look….” And then she shrieked, “Eeeeek!...” as she had noticed the mounted pictures. Beverley giggled and said:

“Oh, Mom, I guess you just noticed I have redecorated your room. I thought those paintings you had were too drab for this room. I think pictures of your greatest triumphs would brighten it up considerably.”

“My…my….triumphs?”

“Why, yes, Mom! That black man sure has some impressive equipment, and dainty little old you could easily handle him, every inch of him, in your ass and in your mouth even. And you were woman enough to entertain two men simultaneously to their obvious satisfaction. And you’re palsy-walsy with Pamela Rose, my idol since I was a little girl. Oh yes, these surely have to rate as triumphs!”

“Oh shit! Shit! Shit! Shit! I knew I should have put that box back in the attic when I knew you were coming. I should have known you would have discovered it and the pictures.”

“Well, you didn’t, and I did. So, Mom, it appears like those professional development conferences you have been attending are not quite like what I had imagined them to be.”

“I daresay, Beverley. I sure have tried to be discreet and circumspect so that you would not be ashamed of me.”

“Ashamed? Oh Mom, I’m not ashamed of you. I am relieved. I thought you were inhuman when you appeared to have no interest in sex. I am delighted to learn that you are the sexy woman I would myself want to be.”

“Oh, don’t be so impatient, honey. You’re still so young with lots of adventures ahead of you. I was still a virgin when I was your age. In fact, I did not lose my virginity until my senior year at Baylor.”

“Aha! It’s as I’ve always suspected. You got drunk at a party; you lost your inhibitions and then your cherry. You became pregnant with me. Of course you didn’t know it at the time, so you didn’t think it was important to ascertain your partner. And then when you found out you were pregnant, it was too late to try and track him down. That’s the reason you cannot tell me the name of my biological father.”

“Let me get a bottle of Merlot to share with you. I see it’s time to confess the true circumstances of your birth. Also, it will then be easier for me to explain my unorthodox sex life to you.”

With that, Sally went to get the bottle of wine and two glasses. Returning and removing her shoes, she got in bed next to Beverley and commenced her recitation:

“As I said, I was a virgin until I was in my senior year at Baylor. No, I did not get drunk at a party and surrender my virginity thusly. And no, my defloration did not coincide with the conception of you; I am absolutely certain of that. I need not delve into why I remained a virgin for so long, but needless to say, I was eager to experience sex. So during the fall of my senior year, I was overjoyed to find that there were two men --not one but two -- who were after my body.

I was so starved for male companionship that I could not choose, and so I indulged myself with both. I could not help myself; I was selfish. One of the men was a student with whom I shared some classes; the other was one of my professors. I had sex with them indiscriminately, as often as I could manage within a six week time period.

After ascertaining my pregnancy, my ob/gyn suggested a time frame as to when I had likely conceived, but during that time period I had had sex equally with each of these men. So there was no way of telling who your biological father was at that time. By cruel coincidence, both of these men died before you were born, and so I had lost the practical way of scientifically determining whose flesh and blood you were. 

The essential problem of trying to determine conclusively the identity of your biological father is based mainly on the brevity of the affairs. I really did not memorize the minute details of each man’s physical make-up. And so I admit I cannot make a realistically honest educated guess based on your appearance vis-à-vis theirs. Sometimes I think it’s one, and then I think it must be the other. I am sorry, I honestly cannot tell.

I also could not conceive how I could approach each man’s family for co-operation in determining your paternity. First of all, obviously one family would not be yours, so they would forever resent my intrusion at the time of their greatest grief. Further, your actual family would not be necessarily thrilled to have to admit connection with me and especially with you, considering that until I approached them, they would have had no idea I existed. All that I really would have achieved in their view was to sully the reputation of their deceased loved one.

So I decided to let sleeping dogs lie and not open this can of worms. I can, if you like, divulge the names of these two men which till now I have withheld from you. You can then pursue whatever avenue is available to you to try and establish the identity of your biological father.”

“No, that’s OK, Mom. I am content to let sleeping dogs lie, as you say. It’s not like I am the only kid in the world who has grown up without a father. Besides, even if I were to discover the identity of my biological father, it would not change my life one iota. I certainly comprehend that whoever I learn are my blood relatives would not appreciate learning of my existence after all these years. You are a great mother to me -- the only parent I need.”

“Oh, Beverley, I love you so. I can truthfully say that the happiest day in my life was when I gave birth to you. I have always thought it was my good fortune to have become pregnant.”

“OK, Mom, let’s not get too maudlin. I am grateful to now know the true circumstances of my birth. So tell me, Mom, why haven’t you married or at least have had a love affair or affairs, torrid or otherwise? Despite what I’d previously believed, it’s not like you hate sex. If these pictures prove anything, it’s that you crave sex and can’t seem to get enough of it.”

“Well, Beverley, I guess there was a reason I remained a virgin for such a long time. I don’t seem to have the necessary skills or know how to attract a man to me in normal social contacts. As a result, I had virtually no dates during my high school years and no dates during my first three years at Baylor. I can’t even remember the circumstances in which your biological father and the other gentleman latched on to me.” 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 11



Beverley responded:

“I guess it’s a case of ‘like mother, like daughter’. I have not had a date either in my two years at Waco. And this despite having seen countless girls who are patently uglier than me and with no personality hook up with guys, some of whom are even authentic studs. All I have to show for my sexual experience is that douche bag Ivan Croft, who preferred seeing me pissed upon than actually fucking me.” 

“Oh, Beverley, don’t despair. You know what they say: ‘You got to kiss a lot of toads before you secure your prince’.”

“Hell, Mom, I would be satisfied with a toad. It’s the crocodiles I don’t want to attract.” 

Sally laughed at Beverley’s witticism and replied:

“You know, Beverley, it has been established that the brain is the most important sexual organ. With your mind, you will attract more than your share of princes.”

Beverley snorted:

“I wouldn’t hold my breath. Anyway, we are straying off topic. We have determined that your lack of social abilities has prevented you from marrying or enter into a love affair, torrid or otherwise. So how do we get from a shy wallflower who doesn’t date to a sexpot indulging in orgies that would arouse the envy of a nymphomaniac?” 

“I would quarrel with such a pejorative description of my sex life, but perhaps there is more truth than poetry in what you say. After you were born, I had time to reflect on the fling that was the cause of your existence, and upon my life and my sexuality. It struck me that I was not a one-man woman. I had first thought I had not settled on one lover simply to make up for all the time I wasn’t getting any. However, on further reflection, the fact I had two men was what made the sex so thrilling, exciting, and more satisfying -- more so than I had expected. There were times during the fling that I wished I could have got the two of them together to do me, but I didn’t dare suggest it for fear they would be disgusted with me.

I also realized that, during the fling, I was not concerned about trying to attract one of them as a permanent squeeze. As long as they were willing to fuck me, I was happy. I was no longer concerned about going to the next level. Just fucking was good enough for me. I had you, so I did not feel a need for a man to fulfill my life. I just needed a man for sex. 

Then one day at school, I was in conversation with two other female teachers and learned of the existence of the swingers community. I instinctively knew at once that that is where I belonged. I got in touch with a swingers group in Dallas and soon started attending private orgies at various homes. Then about ten years ago, a sex club known as the Texas Love Ranch came into being and I was a charter member.

The club has acreage about an hour’s drive from here. There are essentially two buildings with two huge halls and about twenty bedrooms. Every weekend the club provides for an orgy comprising 50 member participants equally divided between the sexes. The membership in the club has grown to such an extent that, to accommodate every member fairly, usually one can attend an orgy at the most every three months. The club arranges schedules and varies them so that one is not always stuck with the same participants when one goes to an orgy. 

These pictures you have discovered were all taken from the club’s premises. The club is extremely careful in providing the ability for the taking of pictures that members may wish to have. The club ensures there are no negatives and copies beyond the actual prints the members have for their own use. For example, in that picture with Pamela Rose, only those men in the pictures and Pamela and I have copies of this print. Likewise, copies of those pictures of me and that handsome black man, who goes by the name of ‘Black Jack’, are only in my and Black Jack’s possession. The club also has video equipment and has the capacity to video record the action but again only by everyone’s permission. Up to now I have not had the nerve to make such request but I understand Pamela has had several videos of herself made.”

“Oh, wow, Mom! So you really do know and are friends with Pamela Rose?”

“Yep! We got acquainted when she came to the TLR for her very first time. Her first visit to a club orgy was her 18th birthday gift from her mother, who was already a member. Pamela and I teamed up that day and had a blast. Together we took on every man at the orgy, entertaining them two at a time throughout that Saturday night and Sunday morning. Our sexual performance that night became legendary and I believe is still talked about even to this day amongst the swingers’ community. 

Of course, through this friendship, I was able to obtain those autographed pictures of her as well as those VIP tickets to the last two concerts she did in Dallas. You recall each concert was on a Friday night? This was to allow Pamela to relax the next day at the TLR. So as it turned out, you saw Pamela Rose give a wonderful performance and I saw Pamela the next night do a different performance.”

“Oh, aren’t you the sly one. You’d led me to believe you got the ducats from Ticketmaster."

“Yes, getting great seats for a Pamela Rose concert was a definite perk I received for being a member of the TLR, and knowing her.”

“Oh, Mom, this club sounds so exciting. I want to be there. Can you get me there? Please? I think an orgy would be just what I need to shake me out of the cruddy life and rut I am in. Please, Mom?”

“All right, dear. I’ll see what I can do. You know I am ready to sacrifice anything for you. However, to forgo an orgy at the TLR so you can go in my place is a sacrifice I do not relish making. I believe that these orgies I go to are as necessary to my life as food and drink.”

“I hear you, Mom, and I only ask for this one time. I do think I need to go to an orgy just as desperately as you need to.”

Sally experienced a little trepidation in trying to secure an orgy date at the TLR for her daughter. Club rules and procedures dictated that when a full member had to cancel a scheduled orgy date, his/her place would be offered to a stand-by member. Special exceptions could be granted only by management of the club, which meant Kristina Vargas. Sally thought of herself as a nondescript member with no particular clout, but she hoped that her charter membership would put her in a position to receive a favor.

Little did Sally know that Kristina Vargas had a special liking for her. As the successful chief owner and manager of the club, Kristina made it her business to personally know the members and be prepared to accommodate everyone as reasonably as possible. Kristina was especially grateful to Sally for being a delightful sex companion to Pamela Rose on the latter’s first visit to the TLR. That initial hot and passionate experience for Pamela ensured she would become a member.

Pamela was now by far the most prominent member of the club. Her membership enticed other prominent celebrities who were swingers to join. The hottest new Hollywood stars to recently become members were Charlotte Thornton and Rex Hudson. With so many celebrity members, the Texas Love Ranch was arguably the premier sex club in America. Kristina fully credited Sally’s contribution to bring about Pamela’s admission to the club. 

So when Sally contacted Kristina about substituting Beverley for her next orgy, she was pleasantly surprised when Kristina replied:

“The Texas Love Ranch values your patronage, Sally. As a charter member with a winning personality, you sure are entitled to special consideration. So I will do you one better than your request. For the second weekend orgy in September, a female member has cancelled, and I have not yet assigned the vacancy. I can substitute your daughter for that date, and you do not have to forgo your next scheduled orgy in November. I trust that will be satisfactory.”

Beverley was in seventh heaven to hear the news. The excitement of starting her junior year of college and first semester at the Nursing School paled against her anticipation of participating at an orgy of the TLR. From her mother’s pictures, she had a visual representation of happy expectations. Her mother was able to advise her of all the pertinent information concerning the procedure and logistics of the orgy.

Sally took care of payment and preregistration, which included providing and forwarding a medical form certifying that Beverley was free of STDs. Beverley was to be transported to the ranch by a club-owned limousine from a major Dallas hotel. Other members participating in the orgy would start from the airport. No one would be allowed to arrive by their own personal transport. The drive would take approximately one hour. Once there, Beverley would sign in and head to the locker room located in the basement of the entering dwelling. She would undress completely and remain naked until she left to return to Dallas.

From the locker room, she would be directed to the ballroom-sized main hall of the building, and there would be a similarly sized room in the other building. It would be up to her to have as much sex or as little sex as she wanted. There were ten bedrooms in each building -- twenty in all -- for private sex. Or she could have sex right in the ballroom in full view of others -- including the staff, trained to be impassive. 

The staff personnel were easily identifiable, as they were fully dressed. The staff members were there to assist in serving food and drink and accommodate any other practical request or need of the participating members, but they were off-limits for sex. 

There was a BDSM room in the basement of the second building for those members desiring to indulge in such. There were patio and lounge chairs aplenty for those wishing to have sex beside the pool. The well tended lawn was always available for those who like to commune with nature when having sex.

Beverley was emotionally ready for the orgy when she arrived, registered, and undressed. All her normal angst and anxiety of trying to attract a man was dismissed from her mind. She knew she was going to have sex, and she was determined to make the most of the opportunity. And when she stepped into the ballroom, she was not disappointed at what she saw. 

There were two couples on a sofa having sex simultaneously. On another sofa, a woman was on her hands and knees giving a blow job to one man while being fucked doggie style by another man. There were other naked members strewn throughout the room not necessarily fucking but just having some fun conversation. ‘Oh yes,’ thought Beverley ‘this will suit me just splendidly.’

As Beverley was taking in the scene, she was approached by a man who greeted her:

“Hello there, beautiful.”

Beverley turned to face him and then gasped as she recognized him as Rex Hudson, one of Hollywood’s hottest stars. Knowing that Pamela Rose was a member removed any doubt from Beverley’s mind that it was truly Rex Hudson, but still she was surprised to meet such a celebrity. So all she could stammer to his greeting:

“You’re…you’re…you’re Rex Hudson. Aren’t you?”

“Yes indeed, my fair young beauty, I am indeed. But you have the advantage over me, as I do not know your name.”

Now Rex Hudson was hot. Hot as in hot at the box office; the movies he appeared in were smash hits even though some were not really that good. He was hot as in adored; his fan clubs totaled millions of admiring members. He was hot in looks; ‘handsome’ was an inadequate word to describe his physical appearance. Any straight woman conjuring the ideal physical specimen of a man could not imagine better than Rex Hudson. In particular, no woman could imagine a better endowed male than Rex Hudson: big and thick, a most desirable answer to a sexual need.

So overwhelmed by his august splendor, Beverley could only stutter her reply: 

“B…B…B…Bev…Bev…Beverley…Br…Br…Br…Brow…Brow…Browning.”

As Beverley’s response was typical for Rex when encountering a star-struck fan, he just chuckled. He surmised that once Beverley became accustomed to his presence, she should become more articulate. So he replied:

“Oh, my sweet Beverley, what a lovely name to go with such a lovely body.”

Beverley did gain her speaking ability as soon as she heard Rex’s outrageous (to her mind) remark:

“Please, Mr. Hudson, don’t make fun of me. I know I am fat and have an obese body. I’m just hoping the men here can overlook it and still fuck me.”

“Oh, Beverley, Beverley, Beverley, don’t sell yourself short. You are not fat; you are full figured with a magnificent body. By the way, since I am going to fuck you, I think it’s not right for you to be so formal. Rex will do.”

Beverley gasped again, as she looked Rex straight in the eye and sensed he was being genuine. He really did apparently want to fuck her. She couldn’t believe it. She almost started stammering again:

“But…but…Mr. Hudson….”

“Rex, darling Beverley, you really have to call me Rex.” 

With this interruption, Beverley was able to recapture her composure and actually reply with some wit and liveliness:

“Yes, Rex, of course. My, but your name suits you. I believe you are king of love for sure. And you want to fuck me? Me? Never in my wildest dreams could I fantasize such a delicious prospect.”

Rex chuckled, pleased to detect, as he had first suspected, that she was not a bubblehead. He replied:

“Ah, that’s what the Texas Love Ranch is all about: to make wild dreams come true. To fuck a voluptuous woman like you certainly is my wildest dream.”

“Please, Rex. I repeat, please don’t make fun of me with stupid statements like that. I don’t need it. I am aware you must have made love to lots of fantastically gorgeous women. That you would want to fuck me as well is all the boost to my esteem I need.”

“Ah, but Beverley, your body is truly terrific, and it excites me. Your ass is gorgeous, wonderful. I would just like to worship it.”

“Worship it? What do you mean?” 

“I want to smell you. I want to lick your rosebud opening to your rear love channel. I want to explore you there with my tongue. May I?”

“Oh, Rex, your sweet words are making my pussy extremely wet. May you? I don’t think there isn’t anything you can do to me that I won’t like.”

Beverley would have been absolutely shocked to know what was going on in Rex’s mind. Yes, as she had pointed out Rex Hudson had bedded more than his share of glamorous females. However, most of the women he fucked were vacuous. Take away their beauty, and they had nothing else to recommend them. When he first spotted Beverley, he could instinctively tell she was a woman of substance and one most interesting to know.

Already her speech pattern had confirmed his first instincts. He had to concede in his mind that Beverley was overweight, but her weight did nothing to detract from her essential female beauty as he saw it. Rex was a true connoisseur of large women. 

Beverley, in his mind, was truly a rare beauty. Her facial features were as striking as anyone’s; most women would gladly trade theirs for such as hers. Although Beverley was heavy, her weight was well distributed so that her body did not seem obese. She just appeared as a big woman, not a fat woman.

The only part of her body that was out of proportion was her derriere. However, that discrepancy excited him the most, as his mouth watered at seeing a huge female butt. He was totally thrilled at the prospect of licking Beverley’s ass. Thus he replied:

“Good! It is good to be in sync when making love. I do not want to do anything that would make you squeamish. So see that round table covered by a foam mattress? Just get on it, on your hands and knees.”

Beverley complied with Rex’s direction. She felt a little self-conscious and uncomfortable being on display in such a blatantly provocative manner to the other orgy participants and staff milling about. However, she was also tremendously excited in anticipation of being fucked by the hunk of the planet. As she had said to him, the prospect was beyond her wildest expectations as she came to the orgy.

Rex positioned himself standing at Beverley’s rear. He grasped her hips as he moved his face right to the crack of Beverley’s ass. He was able from that position to fully take in Beverley’s sexual smell. She possessed a clearly unmistakably womanly scent -- a smell so potent and exhilarating to his senses that he became delirious in his joy. He stuck out his tongue and laved the length of the crack of her ass. 

Beverley shuddered at the delicious feeling of his tongue on her ass. The notion that the stud of Hollywood was being so intimate with that part of her anatomy made her swoon in delight. Her buttocks wiggled of their own accord. Her mind overloaded as she experienced previously unknown pleasures. All she could do was sigh and then make squeaking sounds in reaction to the euphoria that was taking control of her body. 

She could sense that her anus gaped in response to Rex’s tongue. The next thing she knew his tongue was inside her rectum; it was a heavenly feeling!

As they were engaged in this passionate oral sex, another man approached them. Beverley recognized him as David Nickelberry. David was a prominent, middle-aged British actor known for his suaveness and sophistication, which particularly appealed to women. He was in the midst of a very successful Hollywood movie career after having made a name for himself on the British stage and in British television. Obviously acquainted with Rex Hudson, David called out:

“I say there, Rex, I see that you are giving some pleasure to this delightful young lady. However, you seem to be concentrating just on her arse and woefully neglecting her pussy. Perhaps I can join you two and remedy this deficiency.”

“For my part, you are welcome to join us, David, so long as the lady does not object.”

Beverley squeaked her answer:

“Oh, the lady does not object.”

So David scrambled onto the table and positioned himself at right angles on his back underneath Beverley. Lifting himself, he parted her labia folds to stick his tongue directly into her vagina and slurped up her love juices. As he lapped up most of it he could not help remarking:

“Ah, these are some delicious juices you have produced there, young lady. Very tasty. You may know me -- I am David Nickelberry -- but can you tell me your name? Just so I remember whose delicious juice I’ve sampled from.”

Beverley was in the highest euphoric level that she could barely gasp out:

“Beverley Browning.”

“Nice to meet you, Beverley. Rest assured, I am sincere in asserting you produce the most delectable female juices I have had the privilege to sample.”

Beverley gasped again and, not really paying attention to their dialogue, replied:

“Thank you, I guess.”

As David resumed his upside-down cunnilingus on Beverley, and as Rex merrily continued licking her ass, another man approached them. This one was not famous, as Beverley did not recognize him, but he was just as attractive and as desirable to Beverley as the other two. This man was not very talkative, and his wordless mannerisms brought up for her the imagery of a Neanderthal man pleasuring her.

Neanderthal grunted as he climbed onto the table on the opposite side of David. He positioned himself likewise on his back underneath Beverley. He latched his mouth onto one of her pendulous breasts to suck on the nipple. He grabbed the other breast with his hand to maul it.

With the triple assault on her body, Beverley was at the mercy of her sensuous nature. The pleasures were coursing throughout her body, and sometimes the pleasures seemed to be crashing into each other. The mental collisions of joy soon brought Beverley to an exquisite orgasm. She shouted out in her loudest voice:

“Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh God….”




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 12



When Vera Starikovich finished her education earning an MBA degree from the University of Chicago (in addition to her BA) she was twenty-four years of age, a certified accountant and more than ready to start having a "real" life. Her first decision though was not congruent to such desired goal. It was also puzzling considering her sound financial state.

Her academic success was sufficiently at a high level to have her achieve scholarships that covered most of her educational costs. She had lived very frugally and so was able to save a huge chunk of the very generous child support payments from Larry Grant, the biological father of her daughter, Natasha. Vera even during her college years supplemented her income by working periodic shifts at the restaurant she had worked full time, when in high school.

She invested her monies wisely by utilizing the wealth management department of the accounting firm of Watson and Woodhouse. Her portfolio had been managed for the past three years by Walter Snyder, a new member of the firm, who proved to be a wizard at investing despite not being a stock broker. Consequently, when she finally finished at the University of Chicago, she was a much wealthier woman than when she had started school and she was without debt.

Therefore, she had the substantial financial wherewithal to buy a substantial home for her daughter and herself. However she was reluctant to do so and move out of the Excalibur Street home she had lived the past thirteen years with the Williams sisters.

Originally when she was pregnant with Natasha, she moved in pursuant to the generous invitation and offer by Ruth Williams. She initially had to share living space with five Williams sisters. As everyone became older, three of the sisters Raven, Ebony and Sherilynn eventually moved out. This left sufficient room to allow for Natasha and Reggie, Alisha's son, each to have their own room.

Vera was cognizant that Natasha was especially pleased living at the Excalibur St home and would not want to move out. Natasha loved her room as it was adequate enough for her to practice her violin quite comfortably. Sometimes she locked her room so she could play the violin while naked. Playing naked provided for her a feeling of intimacy with her soul. This in turn induced her to play with ultimate passion and defined her individuality. This quirk of Natasha's made her more attached to the house.

Aside from Natasha's desires to remain where they were, there were two main reasons why Vera decided not to move out. One was the close friendship she had developed with Ruth and Alisha. She was closer to them than to her own sisters back in Mississippi. The other reason was that she wanted Natasha to go to the same excellent high school she attended which was in easy walking distance to the Excalibur Street home.

Having decided to retain her address the other most import decision Vera had to make was to obtain employment. As she had achieved a high grade point she had no trouble in gaining interviews from any accounting firm in Chicago that she applied to. Given her stunning good looks coupled with her undeniable spectacular academic results she exuded self assurance and self confidence. Her winning personality displayed on interviews was the plus that sealed the deal. She received on the spot offers from each interview she went to; including the two interviews that were conducted by women. So for a job applicant she had the rare luxury to legitimately request time to consider the offer after a successful interview.

Weighing all the pros and cons of the various offers Vera chose to accept Watson and Woodhouse the firm that was managing her personal finances. Since the firm was managing her monies so efficiently providing income in excess of her highest anticipated expectations she was not interested in switching. However if she were to accept a position with another firm she would have to switch to avoid conflicts of interest.

The firm was offering her a position to do forensic accounting a field which Vera was most interested in. The position was open because Walter Snyder, who was initially doing such work for the firm, was transferred permanently to the Wealth Management Department because of his success with Vera and other clients. Now to a lay person exciting accounting may seem to be an oxymoron but Vera did truly find intricate accounting exciting and forensic accounting was the ultimate in accounting excitement in her view.

Another attractive feature of the offer was that the possibility for advancement was real if one had the ability. Walter Snyder had only been with the firm three years and was already groomed to becoming a partner and she had more academic credentials than him. She also sensed there were no gender issues with the firm to prevent her from rising as far as she could on her own merits. 

Better yet the firm did not require a non competitions clause so that if she left she could try and take her clients with her. The firm was so sure of their reputation that they actually did not fear the loss of clients to former employees. For the good employees they wanted to keep they offered enough incentives to dissuade them to leave. Basically Vera was of the mind if she could not advance sufficiently fast enough for her tastes then she would easily consider trying to work independently. Thus the ability to steal clients was definitely what sealed the deal for her.

Although not really a factor for her to accept the position, the fact that Walter Scott Snyder was going to be a co-worker, was definitely a major plus. When Vera was first introduced to Walter as the firm's advisor to her portfolio almost three years previously, she was most impressed by his handsome male physique. He was one of the most imposing men she had ever met and she had to be on the alert not to drool at his sight. Yes he sure was a real hunk that she could go for.

Unfortunately she was at that time gun shy in dealing with men. She was still suffering mentally from the tortures inflicted on her by the murderous Dr Frank Slaughter who had kidnapped her. She was incapable of having a normal relationship with a man. She went out on dates occasionally hoping for the best but they inevitably turned out to be disasters. Although sincerely wanting sex with a man, at crunch time when the time for sex would have been a natural progression she froze. She just could not will herself to participate. Consequently she knew she could not pursue Walter even though she could not conjure a better man.

Sometime before her final graduation at the University of Chicago, her tormentor was legally executed. That event freed her mind from the demons that had been plaguing her. She instinctively knew she would be capable of having sex with a man again for the first time in almost six years. 

To celebrate she registered at the Palmer House, one of the premier hotels in Chicago, to have a room available to fuck men she could pick up at the bar. Her public enthusiasm for sex drew notice from the hotel security chief, Jack Stevens, who assumed she was a prostitute and to protect the hotel's reputation had her virtually ejected from the hotel.

Despite this ignoble setback she was not deterred from pursuing new sexual adventures. So as she accepted her first position after finishing her education, she was determined now to pursue Walter Snyder and get him to bed. However when she started working at Watson and Woodhouse, she was to learn that Walter was engaged and his wedding was to take place on the third Saturday in August. He had apparently met his bride to be for the first time the previous November. Vera cursed herself inwardly since she was aware she had met Walter almost two years previousl to that date.

Obviously a good man will not stay on the shelf for too long before some female will snap him up. Vera sighed at the loss of the opportunity of pursuing a stud, the most worthwhile man she had yet encountered. And of course she could attribute this to yet another misery consequence of the evil perpetrated on her by that ass hole Slaughter.

As it turned out Walter invited Vera along with some of the other workers to the wedding. The wedding was held in Grosse Pointe, Mi. and the reception was at the Marriott in the Renaissance Center (Rencen) in Detroit. Vera decided to go, without a date, as she was curious to check out Walter's bride. She admitted to herself that she wanted to check how they got along with each other and determine if she had a chance to pry Walter loose from his bride; if not soon than later.

As she was driving to Detroit she felt she should be ashamed of her adulterous thoughts. But she could not help herself. The past two months working with Walter was like heaven on earth. Not only was Walter handsome but to Vera's mind he possessed every male virtue a woman could desire. He was attentive, a good conversationalist, possessing no gender bias and the list goes on. As he had dated a couple of females of the office in the past, before he met his bride to be of course, the scuttlebutt was established amongst the female employees that Walter was super well endowed. Vera had no doubt on that score she had an uncanny intuition on such issues.

In other words Vera had desperately fallen in love with Walter. And so she eagerly was hoping to find that there was some weakness in his bride which she could exploit in her campaign to get him. Vera's moral code would not normally countenance stealing another girl's steady boyfriend never mind commit adultery. Besides given her stunning beauty she had no end of males wanting her that she need not resort to stealing other girls' squeezes. 

However as Vera further reflected despite her undeniable superior beauty and despite a terrific personality, still at the age of twenty-four years she had yet to have any kind of a relationship with a man. Hell she had never had a boyfriend. Actually discounting the rapes Dr Slaughter inflicted on her she had had far more lesbian sexual experiences than heterosexual experiences. And this despite her being definitely straight in her sexual orientation.

Naturally there were circumstances, and some of them beyond her control, that brought on this paucity of romance in her life. Still Vera believed she had paid her dues. She had raised a child. To improve her lot in life she had completed a very demanding education at a quality university. Surely she was entitled to one torrid love affair. Walter Snyder was the man for her. He was perfect for her. Her pussy moistened just on her gazing upon him. Damn it, but she wanted that man! 

Alas for Vera at the wedding and then at the reception it became crystal clear that it was not to be. The bride Linda (nee Porter) was gorgeous! If the factor for Walter's main preference in females was physical beauty then one cannot do much better than Linda. Vera was realistic about her own beauty; not conceited but not falsely modest either, and she felt she might excel Linda in beauty but the difference was too subtle to be a factor in successfully steal Walter. Aside from the question of pulchritude, it was evident to all at the wedding that the bridal couple were deeply and obviously in love with each other. They only had eyes for each other.

Vera had to concede that Walter and Linda made a handsome couple. She ruefully recalled that Walter during the past two months had ignored every one of her signals of her availability. When she managed to finagle a dance from him during the reception, all he did was wax poetically on the virtues of his brand new wife. Of well though Vera, 'I guess when I get back to Chicago it's back to the drawing board on getting a man. Walter is just unreachable'. So Vera imbibed some alcohol and set out to see if she could salvage some fun for herself.

The bridal couple made their departure from the reception relatively early to commence their honeymoon. Connie, Walter's sister and bridesmaid, already tipsy, good naturedly spread the news of the eagerness of the bride to consummate the marriage. According to Connie, her sister had confided to her, such confidence Connie apparently had no qualms to expose at this time.

Apparently Walter and Linda had agreed to refrain from sex since their engagement last April to ensure a special wedding night. Connie went on to say that her sister had assured that Walter would be pleased with their wedding night. Brenda Porter, the bride's sister and maid of honor, seconded that assurance. She could vouch for her sister and with great confidence predicted that Walter come morning will be a happy man but exhausted. All the guests laughed at the ribald humor of these girls except their pompous dates. 

As a natural consequence of Vera's stunning beauty she did not lack dancing partners throughout the evening. Her most interesting and intriguing dancing partner proved to be Richard Snyder, Walter's father. He asked her for a dance when the music was softer and the couples held on to each other during the dance. In such slow dances conversation is easily managed and possible. Richard started with:

"I am Richard Snyder, the groom's father. As I do not recognize you, I am wondering are you a friend of my new daughter?"

"No my name is Vera Starikovich and I work with Walter at Watson and Woodhouse. He was kind enough to invite me to his wedding even though I have only worked there for only two months since my graduation from the University of Chicago. Mind you I have known Walter for almost three years since he has been managing my monies while I was at school."

"Managing your money while you're at school? My goodness are you an heiress?"

Vera chuckled and replied:

"Hardly no! I'm not an heiress. I happen to receive very generous child support from my daughter's father. So generous that after my day to day living expenses I have excess monies available to invest."

"You invest part of your child support? Wow, I would have thought that most women receiving child support need to utilize all of it for living expenses. That child support must be very generous indeed."

"Yes well, my daughter's father does earn a very substantial income. The child support payments are a mere drop in the bucket for him."

"The way you refer to your daughter's father, I take it that you never married your daughter's father?"

"Yes that's correct. I was really too young to get married but apparently not too young to give birth."

"How old were you then if you don't mind my asking?"

"I was fourteen when I gave birth to my daughter."

Richard gasped at the answer and observed:

"My goodness Vera you have truly shocked me and at my age I am not so easily shocked."

"Yeah well, I guess I am a girl full of surprises. But enough about me. What about you? What can you tell me about yourself?"

"Well I am old at least compared to you. I am fifty-four years of age and...."

Richard Snyder did not know what caused him to blurt out right away his age to her. But he was subsequently glad he did as she interrupted him in mid sentence:

"That's not such an old age. I've had men that were around that age and they have proved to be more than adequate to satisfy me. Especially compared to my daughter's father."

Richard realized that alcohol had loosened Vera's inhibitions but still he recognized her to be a player by such a bold statement. Considering her ravishing youthful beauty, he was inclined to take advantage. So he replied:

"Oh I did not mean to denigrate my sexual prowess because of my admittedly advanced age. It's just that I would be surprised that a fetching young thing like yourself would be interested in an old codger like me as opposed to all the studs of your age you could have."

"No doubt if I were in the mood for a twelve hour plus sexual marathon I would prefer a young stud so as to be assured that the required stamina would be there. But for a normal tryst I know age would make no difference. Or it is better to say age is not the factor that would determine whether I would enjoy the sex."

"But all things being equal you would prefer a young stud to an old codger, isn't that fair to say?"

"Maybe, but the determinative factor is really availability. It's like the cliché 'beggars can't be choosers'. It would be foolish of me if desirous of sex to reject an old codger who is available and willing on the oft chance that a young stud may become available."

"Dare I ask that you would be interested in me specifically assuming that you are desirous of sex and others are not available?"

"Of course. I would like to have some fun too while celebrating your son's wedding. But that's the point: this is your son's wedding and I understand that your wife is sitting at a prominent table. So obviously you are not available."

"But if I were available you would be interested? You think I would be able to please you? Better than your daughter's father." 

"My daughter's father set the bar for sex very low, so low that I am hard put to imagine a lower standard. I only am aware that I actually had sex with him twice about five years apart. The sex with him was the quintessential of forgettable sex. As for you I can feel by the pressure on my thighs that you have the equipment that should satisfy me just fine. So all I can do is sigh at what could have been."

"It just so happens that when I introduced myself I did not use my title or otherwise you would be aware that I am a physician. Because of my position I am liable to receive medical emergency phone calls requiring my sudden departure; even at my son's wedding."

"Are you suggesting that your crystal ball shows that you are about to receive such an emergency call that requires your absence?" 

"My crystal ball is even better than that. You see some of the emergency calls I do get are not really true medical emergencies. The patient could have been treated just as well with the available medical resources at hand and my presence truly was not needed. I hate such calls since it is a waste of my time which could have been better used to do more pleasant things. My crystal ball says that I am about to get such a call which I would normally be loathed to answer as I would prefer to utilize my time for enjoyment."

Vera giggled as she made an outrageous reply:

"Hmm I see the plot thickens. So if your crystal ball is correct, then voila you would be available to me for some fun after all. For convenience you might be interested to know I'm a registered guest at this hotel and have a room available. Actually I think I might be your authentic emergency call; I feel the need of your dick to doctor me. So who would be more appropriate for my needs than Dr Dick?"

The good Dr Richard Snider guffawed and replied:

"So it's Dr Dick to the rescue of the lovely Vera from the tedium of the reception. OK then, just let me know your room number and I shall meet you there after I've talked to my wife. My brother can take her to his place since we were planning to go there anyway, for continuing partying after the reception. I'll be able to join them after I am done with this emergency call my crystal ball says I am about to receive."

Vera was giddy in excitement and completely moist in her pussy. She had not had sex for more than six months, when she celebrated Dr Slaughter's execution and no straight sex for six years prior to that. She had wasted the past two months trying to get Walter to fuck her. 'Oh well,' she thought: 'if not the son than the father will have to do'.

After their dance Vera surreptitiously left and headed to her room. Richard went to the table where Melody, his wife was sitting. He had composed his phantom emergency call in his mind so well that when he articulated it, Melody was absolutely convinced. She sighed as she bid him goodbye and urged him to hurry as fast as possible to join her at his brother's residence.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 12



Richard duly reached Vera's room and knocked on the door, After Vera behind the door verified that it was him, the door was opened from the inside to allow him entry. When Richard entered the room and closed the door behind him, he saw Vera standing in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a saucy smile. She did a pirouette and said:

"Since I know our time is limited I thought I'd get ready for you. Do you like what you see?"

"Hell Vera I liked what I saw when you were clothed. It is not that often that I am tempted to stray from my wife but you sure are irresistible."

This allusion to actual adultery lessened Vera's anticipated joy momentarily. She hated to think of herself as an adulteress. To be thought of as a "slut" and/or a "whore" she could handle but to be described as a home wreaker went against her own moral code values. 

Yes she had to admit to herself she had been prepared to go after Walter, but she reasoned she would have done so only if it was evident that his bride was not up to snuff. She ignored in the back of her mind where her brain was chastising her for her obvious hypocrisy. The obvious disinterest of Walter was really the reason she would not try her best to get him.

In any case as to Dr Snyder, she definitely had no desire to steal him from his wife. She was just starved for sex, any warm body would do for her. So she really did not acknowledge that strictly speaking she was a party to adultery. Besides she wasn't the guilty party as far as she was concerned. So she defensively replied:

"Let's not reflect upon unpleasant things such as cheating. This is just harmless fun meaning nothing. We are obviously not going to be seeing each other again, so there is no need to panic."

"Exactly Vera there is no harm, no foul in our situation. Besides I am under the impression that my wife has suspected of some of my dalliances but since our marriage is truly solid she has not complained."

With that the conversation stopped. Richard approached Vera and picked her up in his arms. He carried her to the bed. Vera was not a small woman. She was 5'11" tall and weighed around 180 lbs. Never in her life had she envisioned that she could be carried by a man. However, Richard like his son was a powerfully built man absolutely solid and strong. Vera could see that he was not struggling in carrying her. He acted as if she was as light as a feather. She felt dainty for the first time in her life. She cooed:

"Oh Dr Dick, you're my hero!"

Richard gently deposited Vera on the bed and proceeded to undress. Vera called out:

"Oh yes Dr Dick let me see your dick. Oh my that is a nice one. Here let me touch it."

Richard had kicked off his shoes and lowered his trousers and shorts. Vera scrambled to her knees and crawled over to his cock and grabbed it. He continued undressing but he had some difficulties as Vera was playing with his cock. She was stroking it and rubbing it against her face and neck. As she was doing this she was remarking in a sing-song fashion:

"Oh what a wonderful cock! Oh so magnificent! Majestic! And yet so pretty! Oh wow so big and thick. I knew it would be so. I could feel it when we were dancing. Oh so nice and soft, so velvety but so hard and strong! OHHHH I need to taste it."

With that she placed his cock in her mouth. She just stroked his cock with her mouth only not using her hands at all. For some special treatment as he was not circumcised, she took his cock out of her mouth and then leveraged her tongue between his foreskin and his cockhead. She wiggled her tongue in the tight enclosed area driving him to distraction with such exquisite oral maneuvering.

She resumed sucking his entire cock and she started to deep throat him. She swallowed his cock slowly while making gurgling and squeaking noises. She stopped frequently to fight back the gagging reflex that tended to overwhelm her. Richard had a very huge cock thick as well as long and it took all of Vera's concentration to consume his cock in its entirety into her tiny by comparison mouth. Finally she managed to contain his cock completely and she held it there. 

Whenever subsequently she recalled this moment she marveled at how fearless she had been.

Keeping his cock fully in her mouth she raised her hands and started waving her arms. She clenched her fists and pumped them in the air in a victory salute. She squeaked and then growled and shook her head like dog with its bone; Vera's bone was Richard's cock. During all this activity, she did not let Richard's cock slip out of her mouth.

Vera's antics made Richard a goner. He lost any control he might have wished to have had. So overcome by the pleasurable sensations was he that as he was ejaculating in her mouth, he actually did not realize he was doing so until halfway through his climax. And he ejaculated a copious amount of sperm.

Vera had by now no aversion to having sperm splatter on her face but her desire was to taste and ingest cum. So she was gulping his ejaculating cum as fast as it was spurting into her mouth. The smell and taste of his sperm set her off into her own orgasm but of course, stuffed with his cock, she could only produce a muffled scream to demonstrate her joy. 

Her excitement overcame her such that she soon involuntarily released his cock from her mouth. Luckily he had finished his last spurt so she had not missed a drop of his ejaculate.

She made direct eye contact with him and with an initial wicked smile she opened her mouth wide open. She displayed an empty oral cavity leaving no doubt that she had a meal of his cum. Vera then cooed:

"Oh my! My own Dr Dick with a fabulous dick. Your cum was so tasty! So delicious! Oh gawd!"

Dr Richard Snyder was stunned and dumbfounded. He had lots of sexual experience: chalk up 26 years of marriage fucking plus some extramarital fucking and of course lots of pre marital sex and you have a man who has experienced it all. And yet this blow job was something else; he had never experienced such an intense sexual explosion. He knew he had to have more than this night.

So his first sentient thought once he recovered from his euphoria was how to get some more of this and therefore how to overcome the problem that she lived in Chicago while he resided in metro Detroit. If only she were a local girl he could easily arrange an affair of quickies that would satisfy his needs but would not jeopardize his marriage.

The point was that he did not wish to end his marriage. He was actually in love with his wife and valued her companionship. Still he needed the occasional fling outside of his marriage to fulfill a special indefinable sexual need. He surmised that his wife suspected that he was occasionally unfaithful. So long as he did not make a public spectacle of his foibles she could tolerate these lapses to preserve which in all intents and purposes was a solid marriage.

Chicago was not so far away but still he could not chance an extra occasional visit especially since he was already committed to going to Chicago twice a year professionally. Besides as his son now lived there he would be obliged to spend time with him and his new bride if it was known he was going to Chicago. No he realized if he wanted to avoid raising suspicions he would have to work her in on the two times he was professionally committed to go to Chicago. He wanted more than an occasional visit though to satisfy his yen for her. Perhaps he could coerce her to come to Detroit more frequently. But she had a child so probably she was not that free to accommodate his full desires.

He then smiled as he recalled her uttering the trite saying: "Beggars can't be choosers." With that thought he knew he was prepared to accept any undertaking that would allow him to see her more. But to see her more was now absolutely imperative to him. 

With such speculation in planning to see her more he developed a new healthy erection despite his age and the recently completed blow job. It's as if in the back of his mind his brain was pointing out that it was fine and dandy to plan ahead but this is now so it would be foolish to squander the presence of Vera at this precise moment.

Vera, basking in her afterglow, was quick to spot his arousal and was ecstatic. She had been afraid given his age he would not get it up so quickly. Knowing that the ruse of an emergency medical had just a certain limited time frame she was despairing that the blow job just might be it.

She had chastised herself for getting him to cum in her mouth possibly spoiling any further activity. However she had gotten too far into her passion to realistically allow for prudent considerations. So she was thrilled to perceive that they would have certainly time now for a full fledged sexual intercourse, so she trilled:

"Oh my God! My Dr Dick is hard again. Oh my and such a nice solid hard on too. I feel my pussy is now seriously wet and getting wetter. I was afraid with the blow job my Dr Dick might not be able to perform again before the medical emergency would end. Then again who says you old codgers don't have the stamina to pleasure a sweet young thing like me? Hell I think you old codgers could do that twelve hour marathon after all. Who am I to judge? After all I'm just a woman who doesn't have a clue to such things. Oh dear! I seem to be talking too much. Gads less talk and more dick that's what I need. So I'll just shut up but please shove your dick in me. Don't you dare waste that fine erection!"

The good doctor, Richard Snyder, was immediately inflamed by Vera's words. He literally jumped onto the bed and instantly impaled her a la missionary position. He started fucking her and he was fucking her frantically. She automatically planted her feet behind him with her crossed heels resting on his buttocks. Her hips met his thrusts with thrusts of her own. She held him firmly encouraging him to thrust even harder and deeper.

She was grunting and articulating:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That's it! That's it baby! Oh Yes!"

As Richard was fucking her he could not believe how tight she was. Her vagina had a firm grip on his penis and the friction resulting from the intercourse was incredible. He knew of course he was well endowed but still he had to believe she was very experienced in sex given her beauty and personality. Plus the fact she had given birth would have made him believe she had to be a little looser in accommodating his penis.

Those thoughts soon gave way to enjoying the pleasure and the pleasure was great. He reached his climax all too quickly and he was again pumping a copious amount of sperm, but this time into her cunt, flooding it. Remarkably despite the lack of foreplay and despite the brevity of the copulation, Vera reached her orgasm simultaneously with him. And her orgasm was intense and explosive judging by her reaction both voluntary and involuntary. She was screaming inanely at the top of her voice. Her body shook and shivered, and she farted.

Recalling her sexual experience with Rodney Parker, she once again was embarrassed. She believed she had crossed the line of what a male lover would tolerate from his partner by way of reaction to her orgasm. She could not believe she had farted and so she was totally mortified. Now beet red, as she calmed down from her climax, she mumbled:

"Sorry. I'm so sorry. Um I don't know what came over me."

At first Richard paid no heed as he had overwhelming thoughts of his own to contemplate in the afterglow. He could not help but marvel at the intensity of the sex they just had. It was even more incomprehensible considering the limited time of the blow job as well as the scant time spent in fucking. It was obvious Vera had experienced mind blowing orgasms as displayed by her completely genuine passion. More remarkable that there was hardly any appreciable amount of foreplay and yet she was completely wet when he penetrated her. So he knew he wanted more of it.

Then realizing she had spoken, he replied:

"Sorry? What the hell are you sorry about? My God Vera this was the best sex I've had since I don't know when. There is chemistry between us. It just can't end tonight."

Relieved that he was not annoyed by her antics, she considered what he had just said. There was no denying that she was overwhelmed by their lovemaking. She would have liked to have attributed her joy as just normal reaction of having finally some decent sex considering the little amount of experience she had for a female of her age. However she instinctively knew that even had she had as much experience to rival a nymphomaniac, this sex with Richard would still have been as mind-blowing to her. 

So yes she would have desire for more sex with Richard, but there were issues to confront. She duly replied:

"I would be a liar if I said I did not enjoy fucking you. I admit nothing would please me more than to have lots and lots of sex with you. I might even go so far as to say that as a self confessed old codger, you please me as much if not more so than a young stud could. However my soul reels at the thought of participating in adultery and hurting another woman."

Richard was about to interrupt but she held up her hand to forestall him as she continued:

"Please Richard let me finish first and then you can reply. Actually despite such noble sentiments I've just expressed, I confess I could be persuaded to carry on an illicit affair with you. I admit the enjoyable sex trumps my moral concerns. Unfortunately there's a more insurmountable obstacle that prevents my considering an affair with you.

As I told you, I work with your son, Walter. Not only that but he has managed my monies. Although I am now doing it on my own, still I value his advice and input. You can imagine how awkward it would be were he to find out that I'm having sex with you. The work environment would become toxic and intolerable. I would have to quit my job.

As I also told you I just started this job two months ago having spent six years at the University of Chicago getting my BA and MBA. I truly enjoy this job and I would hate to have my career get off to such a rocky start as having to quit my first position before I've even got my feet wet. Not to mention my living in Chicago and you living here places yet another practical obstacle to a possible affair. So I just can't see how I can agree to an affair, much as I truly crave that magnificent cock of yours." 

Richard hesitated for a moment as he carefully crafted a reply:

"Let me understand you correctly. Assuming we can work out the logistics of where we live, you would be willing to have an affair with me except for the fear of discovery by either my wife and/or by my son? So if I can guarantee neither one of them will ever find out then you would be perfectly willing, is that right?"

"Yes certainly. But how can you guarantee such a thing? I would think no matter how careful we might be, the risk of discovery would always be there and undo us. Besides you can't downplay the fact I live in Chicago and you live here in Detroit."

"Ah but the fact that we live so far apart is the guarantee that our affair will remain a secret. Naturally if we did live in the same town we would probably be fucking like rabbits or minks; never could remember which animal was more libidinous. And of course with such frequency we're bound to slip up and our secret would be found out. The shit would hit the proverbial fan.

However as we both have responsible positions and live far apart we can only see each other occasionally. Thus naturally we are forced to come up with a plausible excuse why we have to be in each other's town for the occasions we do meet either in Chicago or in Detroit. The plausible excuse should be good enough to be accepted by our acquaintances and thus not subject to any scrutiny. Ergo our secret will thereby remain a secret. By good fortune I happen to have such plausible excuse already available where we can see each other four times a year.

I happen to have a reason to be in Chicago professionally twice a year. I have a colleague, who was a close friend at medical school, at North Central Memorial Hospital. Twice a year once in October, and the other in April I go to his hospital to give a lecture and a training session to his staff outlining the new and developing techniques for cancer treatment my hospital is pioneering here in Detroit.

Likewise twice a year, once in January, and the other in July my colleague comes to Detroit to my hospital to give a lecture and a training session to my staff outlining new and developing techniques for cancer treatment his hospital is pioneering. That way both our hospitals benefit from the cross training and our hospitals are on the cutting edge of cancer treatment in the mid west. 

The session at each hospital is scheduled for a Saturday morning between 9 AM to 12 noon. We have been doing this for about twelve years. The program has been such a success that these exchange visits have become part of our contract of employment with our respective hospitals. When it is my turn to go to Chicago I usually fly in the morning and go directly to the hospital. I return the next day by train as it is more relaxing.

At first my colleague and I entertained each other at the home with the relevant wife. But since we tended to "shop talk" our wives begged off and so we spent the night on the town by ourselves. Because we spend the time together, when I am in Chicago I do not visit Walter. We just exchange a brief call as he has things to do anyway and I do see him when I'm with my wife. 

My colleague and I eventually entertained ourselves by playing in all night poker games. Here in Detroit we played in one of the casinos. In Chicago we played at an exclusive club of which my colleague is a member. So our wives have written off these four Saturdays as being the time when we just are not available. 

Lately on these Saturdays one of us or sometimes both of us are not at the poker game. In fact it has been rare when both of us are playing poker at the same time. We of course do not question each other of our absences but there is an unspoken understanding that if asked we automatically proclaim we had been in each other's company. We each have our cell phones so if an emergency arises, yes even a medical emergency, not only can we answer the emergency but we can text each other so our stories mesh if it needs to be."

Vera interrupted:

"Oh you sly dog! You have been committing adultery regularly for all these years. Not so infrequently as you have led me to believe at first."

"Well I admit to having committed adultery but it has not been so extensive when you add it all up. Actually during my past two visits to Chicago I did play poker as I had no lady friend to entertain on those visits. But as you can surmise I propose to change that. The bottom line is that I am able to commit seeing you four Saturdays a year say from 1:00 PM to Sunday about 11:00 AM. I am assuming you can schedule such time off accordingly which means you would come to Detroit twice a year."

Vera thought for a moment weighing the pros and cons. The sex with Richard was good and would get even better given a chance. Since he did not intend to leave his wife, she was obviously free to pursue other men in Chicago. So no matter how her love life transpires from now on at least she would be guaranteed sex four times a year which in of itself was nothing to sneeze at considering the paucity of sex she had experienced to date.

Deciding to accept she replied:

"Since I am not married nor involved with anyone I really do not need an excuse to absent myself four Saturdays a year. I do have a daughter and I must make arrangements for her. Happily I live with two sisters, African-American by the way not that it matters, who adore my daughter and do not mind babysitting for me. One of them is my age and has a son just about the same age as Natasha, so it would not inconvenience her at all so long as I'm prepared to reciprocate.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 12



I am satisfied that considering your history that if we confine ourselves to these four Saturdays we're unlikely to be discovered. The drive here for the wedding was not onerous as I live very close to an entrance to I-94 and I can probably get here within five hours. I think I will drive rather than use public transportation. I insist we use this hotel when in Detroit and we can use the Palmer House in Chicago, I like the luxury of these hotels and I just don't care to be fucked in a cheap Motel 6 or the equivalent. Besides I am happily acquainted with the Palmer House since that hotel's security chief thinks I am an expensive high class call girl."

"What?"

"Never mind that's a story for another day. So my bottom line is this: I accept your proposal; so long as there are no strings attached. If I become romantically involved with another I would expect you not to stand in the way and graciously exit from my life should I request it. Likewise should you tire of me or otherwise wish to end our arrangement for any reason, I promise you that I shall make no fuss and will comply with your request. So I am willing based on this understanding."

Richard was just amazed at Vera's practicality and thoughtful acceptance of an affair. There were no allusions to love and romance considerations which he would have thought would be a significant factor in any female's mind deliberating his proposal. He was further amazed at the detail she went into when reaching her conclusion. It was not lost on him how she phrased that she would want him to quit the affair if she found a lover but at the same time leaving the door open should she be inclined to have two lovers.

No wonder she was an excellent accountant as his son had intimated. Walter had an occasion to tell him about her without naming Vera's name obviously because it would be of no significance to him. Walter had noted although this new accountant (meaning Vera) was not so subtlety after him, still he could see she was razor sharp in her professional ability despite only a couple months out of school.

So he replied:

"Yes it looks like we do have a meeting of the minds here. There is no such silly thing as love and romance; jealousy and hurt to spoil our fun. Our affair will be concentrated on raw sex and lust as pure and simple as that. The sex will be great and we deserve to treat ourselves, so long as we do not hurt anyone else. What others don't know about us can't hurt them."

Vera mischievously replied:

"I do have an apprehension of our proposed affair considering that you're a self confessed old codger. I hate to travel all the way from Chicago for just one fuck. I would want to be pleasured continuously during the scheduled time for our trysts. So I am a little worried at your age if you would you be up for it; pun intended."

The good doctor Richard Snyder snorted:

"We old codgers can teach the young bucks a thing or two about pleasuring a woman. We know all the tricks to render a woman ecstatic and keep her that way. To answer your question your drive from Chicago will be well worth your while."

"Brave words indeed my dear Dr Dick. But as they say the proof of the pudding is in the fucking. Now I know there is only a limited time you can stay away in answering this bogus medical emergency. Still there is enough time for you to provide concrete evidence to back up your assertion. And....oh my I see you're ready to provide me with that further evidence...and I need to be reassured....so do me.... give me that evidence!"

Richard chuckled at Vera's words, but he was relieved to achieve a new and solid erection, at this precise moment. In case there was a real serious concern in Vera's mind about his stamina, at least he was able to perform now. In the back of his mind he made a mental note to get himself on a regimen of Viagra as it was clear that Vera's sexual appetite would become insatiable.

Richard replied:

"My cock will always be ready for you Vera. This time I will reveal a trick we old codgers have to satisfy a young, nubile female such as yourself."

"Young, nubile female, hmmm? I like the sound of that. And you have a trick to please a young, nubile female, huh? I like the sound of that even better."

Richard then instructed:

"For this trick I want you to get on your hands and knees."

"Oh goodie! I love being fucked doggy style."

"Actually I'm going to fuck you in the ass and without any lubricant. Think you can handle it?"

"Of course I'm no wimp. I can handle that. Is that the trick? To see if I can take it in the ass without any cream to soothe the pain?"

"No that's not quite the trick. But to get the full favor of the trick so to speak, I have to refrain from using any cream."

"My, aren't we being a little cryptic? Will I know when the trick happens?

"I'll let you know. So are you ready?"

"Go for it, Dr Dick. I'll probably scream but just ignore my screams. You won't hurt me."

Vera's self assuring words had the effect of hardening Richard's cock even further, so it was easy for him to penetrate her anus. However as soon as he had submerged about an inch into her she started screaming: 

"Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh fuck! That hurts! That so fucking hurts!"

Richard was completely taken aback by Vera's shrieks. It sounded like it was pain she could not genuinely tolerate. So he stopped dead in his tracks preparing to withdraw, and he said:

"Oh shit! I'm so sorry. My cock's too big for you. I shouldn't have tried it. Let's forget it. I can fuck you the normal way."

Vera snarled and even shrieked louder:

"Oh no you don't Dr Dick. You're not going to cheat me out of your trick you promised me. I told you I was going to scream and I told you to ignore it. You're not hurting me. You promised me a trick and I mean to have it. Just keep pushing."

Richard was stymied. Her screams belied her assertions that she was not hurting and could endure the pain. So he froze and was immobile. Vera then took charge. She shoved her ass backwards to force capture his cock completely into her anal canal. Still cursing at the pain she stopped and they were both immobile as sweat was dripping from her forehead. 

After a significant pause, she instructed:

"OK Dr Dick! You can fuck me now. You can fuck me hard; fuck me fast, fuck me deep. Don't stop. Just fuck the shit out of me!"

This time as Richard was fucking, she was no longer screaming in pain. Instead she was grunting deeply and squeaking sharply at each thrust. Although the grunts did not indicate pain, they were not ladylike at all; clearly not feminine sounding but not masculine either. The grunts were guttural and earthy sounding. The accompanying squeaks were high pitched and were very feminine sounding. The contrasting sounds Vera was emitting coupled with the pungent sexual odor of their coupling produced the most erotic sensual feeling in Richard and tickled him to the core. 

Soon he was climaxing yet again this time in her ass completing an around the world session with her. Despite having already ejaculated twice in a relatively short span of time he was fully flooding her ass with copious amount of his sperm. As he withdrew his cock from her rectum, some of his cum oozed out and started trickling down her thigh. He repositioned himself and declared:

"The trick is starting, Vera!"

He started licking and slurping into his mouth all the oozing cum on her skin. Vera was now groaning in ecstasy at the feel of his tongue and his hot breath on her sensitive area. As Richard had cleaned up all visible cum, he instructed:

"Vera push out the cum in your ass. Don't worry about a thing. Just push, you won't gross me out."

Vera had experienced a most extraordinarily intensive orgasm with the climax of the sodomy. She was just barely aware that he had talked to her indicating the happening of the promised trick. His licking of her ass was so erotic that it threw her into euphoria. She felt that she was in a fantasy and in middle of a thick fog. She had truly momentarily lost all her powers of critical thinking. Thus when he commanded her in essence to fart, she complied without any reticence and or wonder at the bizarre request.

Vera was able to expel most of the ejaculate and Richard soon had his mouth full of his captured sperm. When he was certain she was done, he gestured and guided her to roll over and lie on her back. He hovered over her with his face close to hers. She automatically opened her mouth wide in compliance to an unspoken command. He opened his mouth to cause the sperm to flow into Vera's mouth.

After he had emptied his mouth, he moved in and started french kissing her. They snowballed with their tongues and they ended up ingesting the cum equally. When Richard broke away, Vera burped and then giggled in reaction. She was no longer embarrassed at anything she did in consequence of sex. 

She said:

"Excuse me. That was yummy. I've heard that sperm is a great source of Vitamin "C". All I can say is that this old codger's trick sure was something else. What it is, I can't say but I agree it's worth a trip from Chicago to here."

Richard burst out in laughter. He was delighted by Vera. He was pleased how she reacted without any reservation. He was going to look forward to the future encounters with her. As he left the hotel for his brother's place he was certain his life had become brighter.

The two of them worked out the logistics of their affair by exchange of emails. Vera was upfront with Ruth and Alisha about her needs and the circumstances of her affair. The Williams sisters were both delighted for her, as they were well aware of the sterile life Vera had led to date.

Alisha was most enthusiastic at Vera's new life. She had her own lover with whom she would like to steal away without child for the occasional weekend. Thus the proposal to exchange four weekends of babysitting each other's children to allow for a romantic getaway was most appealing.

Their first tryst was in Chicago some two months after the wedding and on the occasion of her twenty-fifth birthday. She recalled that by coincidence her nineteenth birthday also occurred during a sexual occurrence with a doctor, albeit a murderous occurrence, i.e. she was the captive of the monster Dr Slaughter. Dr Slaughter was a physician at North Central Memorial the same hospital that Dr Snyder was visiting. 'However that's where the coincidences end, thank God', thought Vera.

To make certain of a stress free rendezvous, Vera made an appointment beforehand with the manager of the Palmer House Hotel. Diplomatically she explained:

"My name is Vera Starikovich. Earlier this year while I was a registered guest here, I behaved rather oddly, while on the premises. In fact it was so odd that your security chief, Mr Jack Stevens, with what I would have to concede undeniable justification, surmised that I might be an expensive professional prostitute. Of course this fine hotel does not tolerate the presence of such persons so Mr Stevens demanded I leave. Given the circumstances I did not have the proper opportunity to dissuade Mr Stevens and so I agreed to withdraw.

First of all I want to assure you that I am not a professional prostitute. I am in fact an accountant employed by the firm of Watson and Woodhouse. If in doubt you are welcome to verify my employment so long as you keep in confidence my purpose of meeting you in the first place.

I wish to stay at your fine hotel again occasionally. I intend to be very circumspect in my visits but when I register I shall be accompanied by a physician who resides in Detroit or I should say a suburb of that city. Now assuming you would welcome my future patronage I would request you alert Mr Stevens of my true identity so that no embarrassing incidence would occur should he encounter me and recall the circumstances of my previous presence." 

The manager was impressed by Vera's presentation; of course it helped that she was beautiful. He appreciated her undisguised candor which convinced him that she was a potential customer that deserved the best service. What he truly appreciated was the lack of outrage from Vera. Most in her shoes would no doubt have consulted an attorney to provoke a headache for him. He also liked that she did not demand Stevens' dismissal. 

Consequently he replied:

"Ms Starikovich I do apologize on behalf of the hotel for the inconvenience caused to you by the misunderstanding of Mr Stevens. I am grateful for your tolerance and understanding that Mr Stevens was doing his duty as he saw it. The Palmer House does indeed value your future patronage. I shall provide you a voucher for a complimentary one night stay redeemable anytime within a year to compensate the denial of your previous stay. Naturally Mr Stevens will be apprised of you accordingly."

Vera beamed a beauteous smile as she thanked him for his kind consideration. Thus Vera and Richard were welcomed guests.

As for trips to Detroit, Vera was very efficient in her driving. From the Excalibur St home she was on the appropriate interstate (I-94) within five minutes. In Detroit I-94 led to the Lodge freeway which ended virtually at the doorstep of the Marriott Hotel at the RenCen. Vera didn't mind the drive to Detroit. If the weather in January proved too dicey then she took the train which had a convenient schedule almost replicating her private driving times. 

Vera was completely satisfied with the affair. Richard turned out to be the perfect lover for her. He was very innovative and taught her many erotic tricks that enhanced their lovemaking and avoided predictability in every session. Vera appreciated Richard's stamina. Since each meeting was limited and occurred only four times a year the two of them did not waste their time doing anything extraneous. With the exception of just an hour and one half for a dinner meal at the hotels' restaurants, they fucked continuously from about between 1 and 2 in the afternoon to dawn. With just a few hours sleep they had a quickie before exiting the hotel at check out time Sunday.

When she was in Detroit she did not shower before quitting the Marriott. She loved the sexual smell of her while driving back. She could not complain as she marveled that Richard was able to pleasure her unceasingly on each occasion. Richard did not advise her of his reliance on Viagra which went a long way to explain his ability to perform these sexual marathons.

One of the unforeseen benefits Vera obtained from her torrid affair with Richard Snyder was that her romantic interest in Walter waned. She was able now to work professionally with him as objectively as she could with anyone else. No one was happier about this than Walter. He had been uncomfortable with Vera at first for her flirtation. He always could perceive that she was an excellent accountant and for that reason alone would want to work with her.

So with romantic desires no longer a factor, Vera and Walter had an excellent professional relationship. They would often work together on an assignment. They would even occasionally go out to lunch together to just gossip on office matters. Because of the lack of romantic interest, there was no sexual tension and thus they just were simply at ease in each other's company.

When they worked together they made a formidable team. As a team and individually, they produced fantastic results for Watson and Woodhouse, as well as keeping the clients extremely happy. Everyone at the firm recognized that they were the two most dynamic associates, sure to end up as senior partners eventually running the firm.

As Richard was married and not inclined to leave his wife, he was in no position on insisting exclusivity to their relationship. Besides considering how infrequent their sexual meetings occurred, it was inevitable that Vera would be dating if only to supplement the sex she received from Richard.

For one thing at work, she discerned that if she wanted to advance she would have to make alliances with some of the partners. To make alliances was euphemism for going to bed with them. So she dutifully made the rounds and eventually fucked each partner at least once. Incredibly against all odds, each and every partner was an inadequate lover. Never mind not being as good as Richard, none of them was as good as Larry Grant, Natasha's father! So she gave up on sex with her bosses, and in consequence gave up advancing rapidly in the firm. 

Beside her male co-workers Vera was constantly being besieged for requests for dates. She had the luxury of picking and choosing as to who to go out with and by extension who to have sex with. However contrary to her abilities and talents she otherwise was blessed with she was singularly unlucky with her dates. Invariably each one she found promising when she agreed to a date turned out to be a dud on the actual date. Despite having the propensity to agree to sex when simply asked, her dates bored her to distraction. She just could not muster the sufficient enthusiasm to allow her to accede to their request for sex.

Even when against her better judgment she agreed to sex, it always turned out to be the wrong decision. The resulting sex was incredibly bad. It was worse than the sex with her bosses and consequently worse than sex with Larry Grant. It was worse than masturbation, a possibility she had previously not imagined. And she did not understand what was wrong. How could every date she went on prove to be a disaster? She was not that hard to please she had thought. It was a mystery to her.

Br far her most disastrous date proved to be her shortest in duration. A co-worker, Oliver Mooney had been pestering her for months to go out with her. Vera considered him a creep. He was Walter's best man at the wedding and Vera was at a loss to understand how the two of them could have become friends, considering how highly she regarded Walter. But she guessed stranger things than that have occurred in this world.

In a weak moment she finally agreed to go out with Mooney. Mainly she had agreed because Oliver had offered to take her on a dinner date to the restaurant she had worked for, and where Raven Williams was still there. She knew her restaurant served the finest meals and she recalled the suggested advantage of a dinner date. If the company proved to be odious at least a good meal is compensation.

Alas for Vera she did not even benefit from such compensation. When he arrived at the Excalibur St home, Ruth and Alisha greeted him and kept him company while Vera was readying herself for the date. The Williams sisters were uncomfortable from the obvious disdain Mooney exhibited as he was waiting for Vera to appear. 

During the drive Mooney was silent as he was fuming. Vera was not too perturbed as she sensed she was not interested in anything he might say. That notion should have been astonishing considering that they worked together. That fact alone should have indicated that there ought to have been an endless amount of common interest topics available to discuss.

When they were seated at the restaurant, and the orders were given, Oliver made eye contact with Vera. With a sullen voice he proclaimed:

"You live with niggers."

Vera was shocked and immediately inquired:

"What? What did you say?"

"You heard me. I can't believe you live with niggers."

Harnessing her outrage she replied in a deliberately loud voice so that she was overheard by other patrons:

"Yes I live with niggers! And they are my best friends. I've even fucked niggers. And I can verify they had huge cocks just like white trash like you fear they have. And those nigger cocks sure satisfied me which I bet your puny white cock could not."

Oliver Mooney indignantly retorted;

"None of my woman friends have complained about the size of my penis."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 13



Note to Reader:

The most famous building in Chicago is currently officially named the "Willis Tower". However this building is stilled referred to by many by its original name "Sears Tower". To avoid confusion in my novel, I have referred the building by its original name. In any case the action as depicted would be taking place during the time the building was still officially known as the "Sears Tower".

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Walter Snyder was not a happy camper at work. The senior partners were continuously dangling the prospect of partnership to him without any follow-through. They intimated that partnership for him was a certain event only that the time was uncertain; but it would be soon they constantly assured him. Despite completing one successful assignment after another, the time never seemed to be just yet right for his promised partnership.

In addition, another unsettling matter was that the firm treated Vera Starikovich even shabbier. He was of the opinion that she was an outstanding accountant, but despite her unbelievably excellent performance at work the firm management seemed to discount her abilities.

After about seven years of employment, Walter had had enough. Because of an overload of work he was given the assignment to audit a prominent client. He had just completed the audit, and had uncovered various serious mistakes made by the client's bookkeepers. Walter was able to correct them and as a result, the client saved a substantial amount of originally perceived tax liability which they would have otherwise paid.

He was angry at the lack of appreciation by the senior partners considering that this work was not amongst his normal duties and workload. All he got by way of acknowledgment was a token 'Thank you' from one of the senior partners who remarked that with continued performance like that he would soon be a partner. Walter could not help but think that it was just the same line of bull he had been getting all along and that the offer of partnership was just a sham to keep him with the firm and work for peanuts.

As irritated as he was by the firm's lack of appreciation of his work, he was outraged by the way the firm had handled Vera's latest success. She had just finished a special assignment from a potentially new and important client, Baxter & Sons. The assignment also necessitated Vera to work in conjunction with the FBI Office. After a meticulous examination of all of the financial records of Baxter & Sons, Vera was able to identify the existence of an embezzlement of a substantial amount of the company's funds.

Vera's subsequent detective work was so skilful that she was able to trace the location of where most of the stolen funds were hidden. With the co-operation of the Federal Prosecutors' office she was able to have the FBI freeze them and thus enabling the company to recapture a significant part of the total monies embezzled.

The embezzlement scheme was so sophisticated and so cleverly disguised that it had eluded detection by the company's auditors (Price Waterhouse) for the past several years. This particular year, CEO Jed Baxter, was suspicious and not satisfied with the auditor's clean bill of health. Upon advisement of his accountant at Price Waterhouse of Vera's excellent reputation as a forensic accountant, Jed Baxter contacted Watson and Woodhouse to hire Vera. He also alerted the FBI of Vera's assignment and paved the way for criminal prosecution. 

Vera's success exceeded Baxter's expectations. Not only did she expose the fraudulent scheme but she was able to gather and accumulate sufficient evidence to allow the Federal Government Attorneys to successfully prosecute the guilty party, a highly regarded and respected financial officer of the business empire of Baxter and Sons.

Walter had heard through the office grapevine that Jed Baxter was so delighted with Vera's work that he paid in addition to the contracted fee, a $10K bonus to the firm. Walter was certain that the firm did not share the bonus with Vera. But beyond that, what really infuriated Walter was that the firm did not deem it important enough to have even an impromptu office celebration to acknowledge Vera's remarkable achievement.

As it was becoming evident to Walter that the offer of partnership was elusive and not to be relied on, he had been considering alternative employment. In particular he was considering opening an office on his own. He believed that seeking employment with another firm would just be exchanging headaches so that was not an appealing option. 

With his uncanny knack of investing wisely and efficiently, he had accumulated some excess personal wealth. In addition, he could no doubt borrow if need be from both his sister and sister. He had enriched them both by his handling of their inheritances from the deaths of their respective fiancées. And of course his father was wealthy enough to touch as well. As far as Walter was concerned, gathering sufficient capital to start a business should not be a problem. 

He was confident of his own abilities and business acumen, that he did not even consider failure. He was certain that some of the clients he was working with would follow him, so that he would have some business from the get go. He would not starve. He could not help but be gleeful of the arrogance of Watson and Woodhouse not to have demanded a non competition clause when he was hired.

The con against all the pros for starting a firm on his own was the loss of the professional camaraderie he enjoyed at Watson and Woodhouse. If he were on his own he would not have peers around him to share and swap stories of the events of the day. Now his wife Linda was somewhat knowledgeable of the nature of accounting and with whom he did recount his work experiences. However she was not the same kind of listener as a fellow accountant would be and he knew he wanted such outlet to share stories of work experiences.

Walter could envision starting a firm with other accountants, or at the very least with one fellow accountant. He would leave this firm in a heartbeat without regret should such a possibility exist. As his dissatisfaction was becoming more acute he was entertaining the possibility of starting solo but if he could attract at least one comrade he would have no qualms of making the change immediately.

In considering another accountant to team up with, he ruled out the other accounting firms. Aside from the fact that he did not know other accountants as well as he knew the ones he worked with, he felt it was disloyal to be partners with someone who had been working for another firm. Not that he really owed any loyalty to Watson and Woodhouse; but it still felt morally wrong to him. Unfortunately the pool of accountants at his current firm was small given its size.

He had to rule out the partners since there was nothing to entice them to leave. For a partner to leave and strike out on his own would be a step down. Hard work would be necessary to achieve the ultimate reward of hopefully attaining exactly the same professional level the partner currently held within Watson and Woodhouse. So for a partner there was no upside to joining with Walter to form an independent firm, but there were plenty of downsides.

Amongst the associates there were only two, Walter could consider teaming up with; he knew he could not get along with the others in a professional partnership setting. One of the two was Oliver Mooney, who was Walter's best friend at the firm. Oliver had also been his best man at his wedding, so obviously there were no compatibility issues. The knock against Oliver was that he was a mediocre if not actually an incompetent accountant. Watson and Woodhouse was a big enough firm that it could carry a deadweight like Oliver, but Walter could not if he had any hope to make his business a success.

The second associate he could get along with was Vera. In contrast to Oliver, Vera was a super competent accountant in spades. The Baxter case revealed her abilities to be extraordinary. He could not understand how the senior partners apparently did not see that. But what was more amazing was that she, herself did not seem to resent the treatment accorded to her. 

Granted she could not go about the office ranting and raving about her mistreatment without losing her position in doing so. Still if she were annoyed by her status at the firm, surely her body language and demeanor would betray such sentiments; yet she was truly cheerful at all times at the office. Walter could not believe Vera was such a milquetoast to be content with the inadequate salary she no doubt was receiving. Surely she must have higher ambitions for herself.

If she truly was not resentful and was submissive to her lot in life at Watson and Woodhouse, he knew he would not want her as a partner, no matter the excellence of her technical skills. He believed that he would want and need an aggressive partner to enable them to successfully strike out on their own. Walter though sensed that there was something about Vera that belied such a negative assumption of her apparent passivity. There was obviously more to Vera than meets the eye. So he asked her out for a lunch date with the intention of assessing the possibility of enlisting her as a business partner and determine if his potential misgivings about her could be negated.

Vera not suspecting anything readily accepted the date for lunch at a nearby café. They had occasionally indulged in such lunch dates in the past to innocuously chatter about office gossip. 

In this vein after they were served, Walter observed casually that the frostiness between she and Oliver Mooney had become legendary in the office. Walter pointed out that everyone had noticed that the two of them did not speak to each other. 

Vera protested:

"Not true. We do speak to each other. Why this very morning we had a conversation."

"Indeed?"

"Why yes! He said, 'Excuse me.', when he almost bumped into me as he was attempting to cross my path. I replied, 'Drop dead.' At this point, though, our conversation ended as he apparently had nothing further to add."

Walter laughed and replied:

"Oh come on, Vera that was no conversation."

"Oh I don't know. I believe the dictionary defines conversation something like 'speaking together between two or more persons.' So yes I do believe we at least conversed."

"Why don't you get along with him?"

"Let's just say I went out on a date with him once and it did not work out. I might ask why you're friends with him."

"He's OK. We've had some good times when I was single. Now that I am married we don't see each other so much. Perhaps when he gets married we will go on double dates."

"Does Linda like him?"

"Not so much. But then apparently at our wedding he wasn't a good date for Brenda, Linda's sister. Of course my wife would side with her sister in such matters. Perhaps when Oliver has a wife of his own, Linda would warm up to him."

"I wouldn't hold my breath waiting for Oliver's wedding. I suspect most decent eligible females wouldn't consider Oliver to be a desirable catch." 

Walter decided to change the subject and steer the conversation towards ascertaining Vera's true feelings about working at their firm. 

So he said:

"Enough about Oliver Mooney. I want to congratulate you on your spectacular success with the Baxter assignment. I hear a rumor that as a result of your evident skills, Baxter is considering switching to our firm."

"Thanks Walter. It certainly was the most exciting assignment I've had to date. I enjoyed every minute that I was working on it and I actually regretted when it was over." 

Vera went on in some detail describing what she had done to achieve her triumph. Walter was totally impressed especially as she described two unique procedural measures she took which admittedly he would not have thought of taking. Those measures were the key to unraveling the complicated embezzlement scheme and led to the location of where the stolen funds had been hidden. Those measures were instrumental to Vera's total success. 

Consequently when she finished, he said:

"My God Vera you're brilliant! I'm sure I wouldn't have thought of those special procedures and so I couldn't have succeeded as well as you did. Watson and Woodhouse sure were fortunate to have hired you."

"Why thank you Walter. Receiving praise from you means a lot to me."

Walter at this point earnestly replied:

"Yeah well you deserve more than just receiving praise from me. The very least the firm should've done was share 50-50 with you the bonus Baxter paid."

"The bonus was actually a reward paid by the insurers of Baxter & Sons for the partial recovery of the sums embezzled. Without that recovery the liability for the insurance company would have been much more substantial. Naturally the reward was paid to Watson and Woodhouse, as our firm was the party responsible in actually recovering those monies."

"But it was you, Vera and only you, who really saved the insurance company from paying out a larger claim. You should have been paid the reward, or at least shared in it."

Vera casually responded:

"No. I'm not legally entitled to the reward. Baxter & Sons could not hire me, they hired Watson and Woodhouse. Thus Watson and Woodhouse received the reward and I can't possibly have any claim to it." 

Walter now responded with passion:

"True enough Vera from a strictly legal point of view. I'm certain that I wouldn't have succeeded like you did, had I had this assignment. I might have uncovered the embezzlement, but I sure as hell would not have located the missing funds like you did. And I'm the only other person with training in forensics accounting in the firm capable of taking on this assignment. So the firm knows without you this bonus would not have been forthcoming. It's morally unconscionable for them not to pay you at least half of the reward."

Vera replied somewhat defensively:

"I am an employee of Watson and Woodhouse and all that is owed to me is my salary. If the firm chooses not to pay a bonus as a result of my production, it is their prerogative and I have no cause to complain."

Walter was now fully animated in his continued conversation:

"But Vera, aren't you pissed off? Those bastards would not have this money if it wasn't for you. They are just trampling all over you and they are getting away with it because you're letting them. Don't you have any sense of pride?"

Vera turned and stared deeply at Walter for awhile. Walter could see that she was contemplating a reply and instinctively realized that it would be an important response well worth his patience.

Finally she spoke:

"I believe I can trust you Walter to hold what I say in confidence, as I'm going to be perfectly candid. When I finished my education, I had offers from many firms so I had the luxury of choosing where I was to be employed. I chose Watson and Woodhouse for various reasons but there were really two main factors. First, at my interview I formed the impression, and was assured that this firm allowed for advancement strictly on merit basis with no regard to office politics. I was and am confident of my abilities so I was excited. To become a senior partner at Watson and Woodhouse would be to my mind the culmination of a successful career. 

I am not one to put all my eggs in one basket, however. The second factor for my choice was that Watson and Woodhouse did not require a non competition clause like the other firms did. If I leave I am free to take any clients I can entice to follow me. I knew this would be a useful advantage should things not work out here.

It did not take me long to realize that my impression at my interview concerning promotion possibilities was not reality. Advancement at Watson and Woodhouse is actually chiefly dependent on office politics with merit being merely a secondary requirement. Mind you some merit is necessary such as taking Oliver for example. He is by far a most excellent participant in office politics; the best ass-kisser and brown-noser that one can imagine. But he is a dreadfully incompetent accountant so he will never get to be a partner no matter how hard he tries."

Walter coughed at that observation and interrupted:

"I think you are spot on about Oliver's accounting skills. I've always wondered how he was able to acquire the credentials to earn his professional license and for that matter maintain it."

Vera continued her recitation, without commenting on Walter's observation:

"I soon realized that for me to succeed at Watson and Woodhouse, considering my looks and my gender, I would have to be great in bed. Unlike my sisters of the feminist movement I was not philosophically opposed or appalled at such strategy in advancing my career. However at first I was sexually attracted to you and so I concentrated on luring you to bed for some fun. Hence my career was on hold at first."

Walter, ignoring Vera's blatant outlook on office sexual politics, merely observed:

"Yes I remember you so persistently coming on to me. It has been a relief that you ceased and we have now a truly great professional friendship sans romantic issues."

Vera resumed:

"Well yes when I saw you together with Linda, I could tell I had not a ghost of a chance in seducing you. After your wedding I concentrated on advancing in the firm. So I made the rounds and fucked every male partner of the firm; all thirteen of them. To my utter astonishment each and every one of them was inadequate to put it mildly. 

I tell you Walter I do not believe I am difficult to please and can put up with a poor lover. But the partners of this firm were unbelievably bad; none of them could even succeed in getting my pussy wet; and considering how much I really do love sex that's quite a negative achievement by them. 

So always I was fucked dry and it hurt; not enjoyable at all. I am willing to bet that their spouses encouraged them to philander so as to get out of doing their onerous wifely duties."

At this point Walter could not help but laugh at Vera's wry sense of humor in telling her story, despite no doubt having a serious purpose for her speech. 

After recovering his composure he said:

"I'm sorry Vera for laughing; but this is too rich. Please continue. This is fascinating."

"No problem, Walter. Anyway I knew I had to give up the hope of becoming a partner as I was not willing to put up with the aggravation of indulging in torturous and useless sex. I knew it would threaten my sanity if I continued to fuck any one of them. So applying the cliché: 'if life throws lemons at you, make lemonade', I resolved to formulate plans to leave. 

Since I had deemed Watson and Woodhouse to have been the best firm to hire on to, I could see no purpose in seeking employment with another firm. Ergo I have opted to plan on opening a firm on my own.

So my reason in continuing to work here was merely to gather sufficient experience that would be beneficial to me when I am out on my own. Seeing I was no longer willing to play ball with the senior partners, they started assigning in addition to my normal forensic accounting tasks, unappealing grunt work supposedly to punish me for my disinterest in them. 

Paradoxically this played into my needs. Once I'm on my own, in addition to my normal accounting skills, I will have to be proficient at the every-day mundane details necessary to make my business thrive.

As you have managed my monies in the past you know I have the capital to start my own practice. With the non competition clause I am set to take about six clients with me, especially including Jed Baxter. In reality Jed is not a client of the firm. So I would not really be stealing him from Watson and Woodhouse, but instead I would be stealing him from Price Waterhouse, his current accounting firm. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 13



Jed actually wanted to pay that $10K insurance bonus directly to me but I declined so as to avoid the legal hassles that Watson and Woodhouse would be sure to resort to. I assured Jed that $10K is just chump change considering that he is willing to go with me. Jed has been making the pretence that he is about to dump Price Waterhouse, to switch to Watson and Woodhouse. But he is really going to switch to me and be my star client when I start on my own in three months. 

In this regard I have found space on the 80th floor in the Sears Towers with a magnificent view. The space will be available in three months time; actually in two months, but I shall need a month to renovate the office space to my liking. As Baxter & Sons headquarters office is also located in the Sears Tower, I can't ask for better circumstances to make such a smooth change. So now you understand, Walter why the crap they throw at me at Watson and Woodhouse is of little concern to me. I am excited about leaving and getting to start a real new career. You are the first to know about my imminent departure."

Walter was stunned by Vera's recitation. He was astonished at how much he had underestimated her. He had of course always been aware of her professional accounting skills, but he had no inkling of her energy and her drive. He had to marvel at her pragmatic approach to the situations she found herself in. Not one to complain, she made the best of any situation. 

He felt a little inadequate for the first time in his life as he saw how decisive she was compared to his apprehensions. She had no qualms about taking the next step in her professional career, whereas he was always thinking of reasons why he had to continue at Watson and Woodhouse.

This meeting with Vera had taken a one hundred and eighty degree turn from his initial aims. He had asked Vera out merely to see if he would want to ask her to join him. Now by her candor he learned she was going to leave no matter what he did, and in essence she did not need him. Whereas if he did have the cojones to quit and strike out on his own he realized that he sure as hell needed her. 

With this mindset he asked:

"I can understand your reasons for leaving, Vera. But have you not approached some others? Wouldn't success be more certain if you had a partner or two when starting a new venture?"

Vera replied:

"I don't deny the advantage of having a partner or two when starting a new accounting firm. However aside from you there is no one in this firm I would contemplate partnering with. And I am not friends with any accountant outside the firm that I would be comfortable with."

"Well if that's the case, then why haven't you approached me to join with your venture?"

"Because you're unavailable and would not be interested. So why should I waste my time trying to entice you to come along with me?"

"What do you mean I wouldn't be interested?"

"Since you are going to be a partner here there would be no incentive for you to leave with me. Even if we were to succeed in our venture you would not be any better off than being a partner here. So it would be foolish for you to risk what you have here only to hopefully get what you have here already."

"But Vera you know that I'm not a partner now. There is nothing written in stone that says I will become one."

"Well Walter, office politics is definitely not your strong suit, but you are a hell of an accountant. The firm knows it and they don't want to lose you. They'll eventually offer you a partnership but for now so long as you don't protest they're happy to keep you at slave labor and pay you a lower salary then you deserve. If you want to become a partner right away, all you have to do is make a credible threat that you are leaving and you will be made a partner within a week." 

Walter's jaw dropped as he was now totally stunned by Vera's observations. As he reflected on what she said he had to concede that her astute assessment was right on the money. At the back of his mind he knew he had been taken advantage of but that he was not sure enough of himself to demand his due. Now this was his chance to truly set himself free and he decided to seize it.

He replied:

"I think you have some valid points. The truth is that I've been unhappy and I've seriously been thinking of leaving. I wish you would have approached me about joining forces. Now that I know your plans I want to ask if you would consider a partnership? I have some capital and I surely can take some clients with me as well."

"Are you serious?"

"I certainly am. Truthfully my main objective in meeting you today was to explore the possibility of starting a firm on our own. I'm surprised that you are so much further ahead than I am. However if you are willing I can sure catch up."

"I would be honored and overjoyed to start a partnership with you Walter. I am going to leave no matter what. But I am not going to strictly hold you to it. If you do accept the partnership they're sure to offer you once you announce your intentions to leave I won't demand that you refuse them. As for me since I'm not putting out for any of them I know their reaction will be 'don't let the door hit my ass as I leave'. Mind you I'd love to see their faces when they realize that Jed Baxter will be my client and not theirs."

"Not to worry, Vera I am committing to you unless they offer I take over the firm otherwise I'm with you."

Just as Vera predicted Walter was indeed offered an attractive partnership package deal to dissuade him from leaving. He knew though that he was out of his league with respect to the office politics of this firm. To ensure that he would receive his fair due he would have to necessarily play the game of office politics perfectly; of which he knew he was incapable. So he refused the offer of partnership without hesitation. He knew even if the business venture with Vera would ultimately fail he would not regret a minute of it. Ironically he realized that had the firm made the offer some six months earlier he would have accepted it.

Vera and Walter duly ironed out the details of their partnership agreement. As Vera had already set the wheels in motion there was no protracted issues to settle. The name of their firm was the only slightly contentious issue between them, but Walter had no problem in agreeing to the name "Starikovich, Snyder and Company". He knew it would be churlish of him to argue that his name should be first considering Vera's initial work in establishing the business. It was a sign of their confidence that they would add "and Company" to the name implying that they would become more than a two accountants firm. 

Thus a smooth transition from an employee of a firm to partner/part owner of his own firm was established. Walter was able to take seven clients with him, and with Jed Baxter and Vera's other clients, the accounting firm of Starikovich, Snyder and Company of Chicago was off to a flying start. 

Also pleased with the formation of Chicago's newest accounting firm was Richard Snyder. Naturally because of their relationship he had been privy to Vera's plans to start a firm on her own. He had offered to lend her money to help defray her start-up costs. He had stipulated that it would have to be a loan on paper to avoid suspicions but of course he was not concerned whether or not he would be repaid. Vera refused saying that she had plenty of money but if things did get dicey she would keep him in mind. 

Walter did approach his father for a loan as he needed to match Vera's capital to form an equal partnership. Richard naturally had no qualms on giving his son the money but was definitely surprised since Vera had not previously indicated that she had been contemplating a professional union with Walter.

Some weeks later at their next regularly scheduled rendezvous he remarked to Vera during a break from their sexual activity: 

"So Vera, I have learned that I am to congratulate you. You are to have a partner in your venture when you leave Watson and Woodhouse, and the partner is to be none other than my son. My, my, but have we not been coy! You've not breathed a word about the possibility of teaming up with Walter."

Vera chuckled as she replied:

"Yes well he took me by surprise a few weeks ago when I told him about my plans to leave. Walter confessed that he had been contemplating leaving too, and asked if I would want him for a partner. I, of course accepted in a nanosecond as I could not conceive of better partner. Hell, I might concede that he is even a better accountant than me, but of course I wouldn't admit that publicly even at the point of a gun."

Richard chuckled as well in his reply:

"Oh I'm sure you're no slouch as an accountant. Walter has continuously lauded your professional talent and skills to me. Speaking of which how do you feel about this new peculiar situation? We fuck regularly and now at the same time you will be in a close professional relationship with my son."

Vera answered:

"I don't correlate these two situations. I look at what is between you and me as our secret passion. Our coupling only pertains to us and has no bearing on the rest of our lives. As for Walter I'm grateful that I've overcome my initial sexual attraction I had towards him. I am capable of being completely professional in my dealings with him since I no longer contemplate jumping his bones."

Richard laughed out loud now, and asked:

"Am I presumptuous to suggest that our affair has something to do with your loss of interest in my son?"

"Now Richard, you do not need any further ego boost from me. Of course sex with you has made palatable the realization that I'm never going to fuck Walter, much as I might have liked to. However if the truth were known, I am not blind to his devotion to Linda. With her around I knew I've had no chance with Walter."

"Yes my daughter seems to have Walter wrapped around her little finger. I am delighted for him since as, I understand it; he had had a pretty shitty long-term relationship with a viper before he met Linda. That girl even had the effrontery to request a wedding invitation, apparently oblivious to the pain she had caused him."

"I guess you've got to give her points for chutzpah and detract points from her intelligence."

Richard returned to the original playful banter:

"So sex with me has only been palatable?"

Vera feigned mock alarm:

"My! My! My! Surely you're not that insecure that I must articulate more compliments on your sexual prowess? OK then, you are the bomb Richard! My very own Dr Dick! Those old codger tricks you've come up with have made my pussy sing. However if you are now good I have a trick of my own to treat you with."

"Oh yes? Really? Oh my your very own trick, Vera? Oh I am excited tell me more."

"Well you see how I've just now spread my legs? If you are a good boy and get on your hands and knees and start eating me out, I shall have a nice surprise for you."

Richard did as she asked intrigued to experience her "trick". He wrapped his hands under her buttocks so that he was in the optimum position to provide a sensational cunnilingus. Since presumably his eating her out was part of her "trick", he was determined to do a good job.

Lifting her hips he was licking her labia lips in earnest. Swirling his tongue around her genitalia, Vera started squeaking her appreciation. She placed a hand into his hair and was massaging encouragement. As he ventured his tongue on to her clit, she performed her trick!

She had curled a leg underneath him and was able to capture his penis between her big toe and the next one. She then stroked his cock providing a foot job. Athletically she was able to curl the other foot underneath him as well and was using her toes of that foot to caress his balls. The trick blew his mind as it was totally unexpected; a sexual play he had not previously experienced or imagined. In delightful euphoria he ejaculated on her toes as well as the top of her foot and ankle.

When he stopped cumming, he quickly got into place to slurp up all his cum. The touch of his tongue on her foot sent her into her own orgasm and she screamed out accordingly. Having gathered up all his sperm he repositioned to hover over her. Vera appropriately opened her mouth wide to receive his waterfall of sperm. They then snowballed and ingested his cum equally.

When they were finished Richard sported a huge grin and exclaimed:

"Who says you can't teach an old dog a new trick? My God Vera you are definitely the best thing that's ever happened in my life. These quarterly get-togethers are the only thing truly worthwhile in my life now. I sure as hell hope you will still want to keep them even if you do get a younger serious steady lover." 

"Hush my sweet Richard we shall cross that bridge when and if we get there. For now, just enjoy what we've got. I sure as hell am."

The sex that weekend was most fantastic. Richard was as an exceptionable lover as she could ever want. That weekend he excelled in providing pleasure to Vera beyond anything she had ever hoped for or anticipated.

She would forever remember poignantly that weekend of sex as it was her last time with him. Six weeks later he died of a massive heart attack.

Unfortunately his death nearly coincided with a previously scheduled gala party at Walter's house in Buffalo Grove, to celebrate the opening of their firm. All thirteen clients were invited, along with other judiciously chosen guests and all had agreed to attend. For Jed Baxter to agree to attend, given his high profile social prominence in Chicago, was especially gratifying. With his father's death and subsequent funeral in Detroit, Walter could not host the planned party.

However since Linda was eight months pregnant with their fifth child and thus unable to travel she would still be available as hostess. And of course Vera was available to represent the new firm. Walter naturally had no clue that Vera would have an interest in attending his father's funeral.

Consequently, he saw no reason to reschedule the party as it would be more effective to have it as planned as opposed to postponing it for several weeks. Besides there was no guarantee that all the committed guests, particularly and especially Jed Baxter, could attend a postponed party on such short notice. If any of the committed guests could not attend a postponed party the effectiveness of the party would be greatly diminished.

Vera had mixed emotions as she would have truly wanted to attend Richard's funeral. Because he was the father of her business partner no one would be shocked by her presence. However, knowing herself she knew that she would have undoubtedly broken down in tears and would be vehemently weeping. Her behavior would be totally uncharacteristic of someone who supposedly only knew the deceased superficially. She would have to come up with some awkward explanations, which she probably could not pull off. In essence, as she agreed to co-host the party with Linda, she was relieved but definitely melancholy.

The party was a total success! Linda, notwithstanding her pregnant form was a radiant and gorgeous hostess. Vera was stunning as ever and the male clients of Starikovich, Snyder and Company were thinking they would have to come up with some excuses to confer more frequently with their new accounting firm. Vera, in addition to her extraordinary beauty, just had that agreeable cheerful personality that provoked smiles from each person she came in contact with. 

Jed Baxter and his gorgeous wife, Felicia, were the star guests. As Jed was one of the richest men in the world the other guest clients were reassured in committing to Vera and Walter. If Baxter and Sons were satisfied with Starikovich, Snyder and Company then they would obviously be satisfied as well.

When Vera met Jed's wife she sighed inwardly. With Richard's death Vera had been thinking she would need a new lover and her thoughts naturally turned to Jed being the most superior man she knew. However Felicia Baxter was a stunning woman and Vera could see there was a fond loving bond between them. Their love for each other was demonstratively strong unlike what she had detected between Richard and Melody. Oh well thought Vera it was obviously back to the drawing board in seeking good sex.

In the previous weeks, Jed had given Vera some personal accounting assignments on the sly and was very pleased with her work. He remarked to her at the party that he had not previously given a thought about the accounting requirements for his businesses. Given the embezzlement problem his company had experienced he now recognized the importance of the accounting reviews for his businesses. 

He could see that Vera was demonstrably vastly superior to the previous accountants his company had engaged. Vera beamed at the complement; especially considering that the previous accountants were the very prestigious and very well known firm of Price, Waterhouse and Coopers. Landing Jed as a client was one thing, but to keep him as a client would just about guarantee that their firm would succeed. 

As the party wound down and the guests all left, Vera and Linda were relatively alone. The babysitter had also left after ensuring that Linda's children were asleep in their rooms. Vera had imbibed very few drinks throughout the party having resolved to stay sober and clear-headed while entertaining the clients. Linda had drunk not at all as a health concession to her pregnant state. 

So when the women sat down on a couch to relax, they decided to have a glass of wine. Linda felt that one glass of wine would not do irretrievable damage to her fetus and that she could risk it. Although this was her fifth expected child it was only her fourth pregnancy having produced a set of twins with her second pregnancy. 

Vera and Linda got along surprisingly well considering that they were practically strangers to each other. Vera marveled at how fecund Linda proved to be considering she had only been married four years and expecting a fifth legitimately born child. The conversation went smoothly as they each revealed their past to each other. 

Although Linda's drink was the only one she had that night, she received a sufficient buzz from the alcohol which loosened her tongue more then she probably had wanted to. She amazed Vera by confessing that she had been an extremely promiscuous slut and whore (not professionally) before she met Walter. 

Why the month before she met him she had had sex each night of that month with a different man. Not an easy feat to accomplish considering she lived in a relatively small town in Michigan at the time. Vera laughed and appreciated that Linda appeared to have the same kind of sense of humor as herself.

Walter proved to be the tonic Linda needed. Through therapy she was able to understand that the causes of her promiscuity were rooted in the child abuse she suffered. With Walter's understanding and love, she was able to heal. Linda proudly claimed she had been able to remain faithful to Walter despite the occasional temptation, but she reddened as she admitted to having committed one indiscretion; Walter's sister. But hell that was a lesbian act surely not considered cheating. Vera laughed and agreed that making love to a girl can't be considered cheating on one's boyfriend especially if one isn't a lesbian.

The conversation turned to recent events and Linda shocked Vera as she informed:

"I was talking to Melody, my mother this morning to offer her some comfort. She was not only devastated by Richard's death, but was beside herself to learn now that he had had a mistress for apparently presumably some years."

Vera reddened as she desperately asked:

"What! How did she find that out after his death?"

"The autopsy report showed the presence of Viagra in his system which use might have contributed in small part to the cause of his death. Melody pointed out she could count with the fingers of one hand the amount of times she had sex with him in the past two years. In her view it begged the question why the need for Viagra if he had such infrequent sex with her?"




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 13



Vera was now beet red as she protested:

"That can't be conclusive proof he had a mistress. Maybe he needed to take Viagra for the few times he did have sex with her."

Linda continued:

"Oh but that's not all. Melody badgered the estate attorney to reveal the contents of his will as she suspected something possibly from the implications of the autopsy report. The lawyer felt he was forced to reveal it because it was going to be known to her anyway. He just cautioned her to wait until after the funeral, but she was insistent on learning now.

So Melody told me that Richard admitted in his will to having an affair and wanted $100K to go to the mistress. The identity of the mistress is not revealed by the will. The lawyer, who drafted the will, is privy to the identity of the mistress. By attorney-client privilege he is duty bound not to reveal the identity of the mistress and so he is to effect payment anonymously independent of the executrix of the will, which is Melody."

As this point Vera couldn't stand hearing any more as she cried out:

"Noooooooooo!"

Vera then broke down and started sobbing. Linda was no dummy so she gasped:

"Oh my God, Vera. You are the mistress, aren't you?"

In between sobs Vera moaned:

"Why the fuck couldn't he leave well enough alone? We weren't hurting anyone. I don't need the money; he knew that. He tried to give me money when I first told him I was going to quit Watson and Woodhouse and start on my own. I refused then. He knew I was not hurting for money. So why? Why? Why? Why? Why did he feel the need to do this?"

By now Vera was crying very severely and Linda felt compelled to take Vera into her arms and comfort her. Patting Vera's hair Linda made cooing sounds to try and calm Vera down. 

But Vera kept ranting and raving:

"It was just sex between us. Wonderful, great, mind blowing sex; it was the only good sex I had. There was no love. I was not trying to steal him away. It was just sex and good sex. Why did he have to spoil it on his death? Oh God why did he have to die? Oh and you said he used Viagra. I didn't know that. Oh my God he took Viagra because of me. He died because of his usage. He died trying to please me. Oh my God!"

Linda interjected as Vera was starting to become hysterical:

"Hush, Vera. You're not at fault for his death. My God Richard was a doctor after all. He would know best how safe Viagra would be for him. No his time just had come and there was nothing you could do about it."

Vera was not so easily mollified and she continued to sob and utter stupid thoughts.

Finally to shut her up, Linda kissed her smothering her vocalizations. The kiss was at first chaste but then progressed to a more passionate level. They opened their mouths to each other to let their tongues explore a fiery path. They each placed a hand behind each other's head to reinforce their marathon kiss.

Both girls suddenly realized their foreplay was over and that the sex was coming right up. For Vera the sex was cathartic relief to offset the crushing revelations that Richard made public albeit obliquely, of their affair. Her mind was overwhelmed by the knowledge that Richard apparently had the need to somehow acknowledge the existence of their affair to everyone. Vera just needed sex right now to forget at least for the moment some distasteful new developments in her life.

For Linda her need was more prosaic. She was simply horny. She always was, but her pregnant state made her more so. Despite her therapies and her all consuming love for her husband, she was constantly on her guard to fight off the siren lure of having down and dirty sex. Her guard was now down. Luckily for her, Vera was a woman, so that squared in her mind that she was not cheating on her husband. Besides she had one time had sex with her sister and escaped the consequences unscathed, and perhaps she would be just as fortunate, this time around.

Finally even were she to concede that sex with Vera would not be morally right, for Linda the final impetus to cross the Rubicon into extramarital sex was that Vera was obviously in great distress. The sex would be therapeutic and Linda would be doing a good thing. She was compassionate after all. This time she had more justification for sex than the one time she had weakened and had sex with Connie, Walter's sister.

Wordlessly the women broke off the kiss and stood up. Linda grabbed Vera's hand and led her to the master bedroom. Still wordlessly each woman undressed to become completely naked. Linda got on the bed and flopped on her back. Vera climbed on and placed herself in a 69 position on top of Linda. The mutual oral sex unceremoniously commenced.

Vera was licking Linda's vulva and her escaping spit wetted Linda's somewhat furry bush. The smell of Linda was particularly strong which Vera attributed to her pregnancy. The smell emphasized the absolute rawness of their sex devoid of any romance and Vera loved it. She was grunting in animalistic fashion which was congruent to her emotions.

Linda used her hands to part Vera's folds. Vera was completely shaved so Linda had the sensation of peering into Vera's inner soul. Linda started a pattern of licks, nips and bites all over Vera's cunt. She was ecstatic when she was able to slurp any moisture produced by Vera. The sexual smell of Vera was intoxicating.

Each woman conscientiously used their tongues to effect maximum stimulation. In return each sensation of feeling of the other woman's tongue on their own anatomy increased the excitement each woman was experiencing. Although their oral sex was conducted in a methodical pace the ensuing pleasure sensations coursed throughout their bodies in erratic waves. The resultant orgasm each woman experienced took them each by surprise as the lead up to it was not what each was accustomed to.

Their orgasms were so foreign to what they had previously been accustomed to that they were at a loss to determine for themselves whether they were truly pleased or simply excited. They could not ascertain whether the sex had been great, near great, just good or mediocre. It just was sex and the itch was momentarily satisfied although each woman had a feeling something more was needed.

Vera was the first to articulate:

"Linda that was nice but this is the first time that I was with a girl and yet I felt the need for a cock. I don't think you did anything wrong maybe I'm just strange tonight."

"I kind of understand. I'm sort of in a funk too. However I do have a strap-on dildo in the dresser drawer. Perhaps that would help."

"You have a strap-on dildo? My goodness Linda are you really a closet lesbian notwithstanding the fact that you're about to birth your fifth child produced the solid old fashioned way?"

"No I haven't used it on a female. Walter likes me to occasionally fuck him in the ass with it."

Vera gasped in astonishment by the revelation of such a marital secret but she replied:

"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Richard was always doing weird and kinky stuff to me. And I might add, the more he did it the more turned on and excited I got. So I guess it's a case of 'like father like son'. But yes by all means go get it. I think it'll be a lot of fun."

And so Linda retrieved the strap-on dildo from the drawer. The dildo was a double harness type with a battery operating vibrating dildo designed for vaginal penetration, though Linda had used it to penetrate Walter's ass. There was also a vibrating plug that Linda could insert either in her vagina or in her anus, to provide mutual pleasures. The dildo and plug were pink in color and constructed of a jelly-like material to simulate human skin.

Vera lay flat on her back prepared to be fucked in a missionary fashion. Linda installed the strap-on around her waist with the vibrating plug positioned in her cunt. She was on her knees straddling Vera and penetrated her vagina upright. Linda had set the dildo to vibrate at the highest speed, and with her thrusts soon was driving Vera insane.

This was the first time Linda had used the dildo without Walter as a partner and that alone was exciting her. The vibrating plug in Linda's cunt paved the way for her orgasm. As Linda was still breast feeding Emma her 11 months old daughter, her nipples started leaking in response to her sexual climax. The sight of Linda's lactating nipples was the coup de grace for Vera; she started screaming uncontrollably as her orgasm was acute. 

During the climax and afterglow of their orgasm the two women remained frozen in their position. Linda remained upright on her knees with her forehead wet from her perspiration and her breasts wet from her oozing breast milk. Vera remained flat on her back simply dazed by her orgasm and witnessing Linda's pregnant form in sexual action. 

After awhile Linda said:

"I am going to have to breast feed Emma now. I would like it if you could come with me and eat me out while I am doing so. If this would gross you out then don't worry I don't insist. But I sure would like it if you could do this for me. I seem to need this now." 

"No problem, Linda. Nothing of a sexual nature that is harmless grosses me out."

The women trooped into little Emma's room. Linda picked up Emma from her crib and cleaned her up while changing her diaper. Then holding her in her arms she sat down on a pillow in the comfortable chair and started breast feeding her. Linda spread her thighs as wide as possible while remaining sitting. Vera had placed a pillow propped at Linda's feet so she could rest her knees comfortably. In that kneeling position Vera tongued Linda's cunt and clit as she was breast feeding.

Linda's feelings soared to euphoria but it was an excitement unlike any sexual orgasm she had previously experienced. The sensations were indescribable and unique and Linda never forgot the sensation. The moment was magical. Linda though, was able to contain her passion sufficiently enough not to disturb Emma. For her part, Vera realized that Linda was feeling something exceptional and that knowledge alone was enough to create an orgasm of her own.

After Emma had finished feeding and was placed back in her crib, the women returned to the master bedroom. Wordlessly Vera donned the strap-on dildo and elected to insert the plug in her ass. Then she fucked Linda doggy style as Linda was too big to be comfortably fucked in a traditional missionary position. 

Vera had used a strap-on dildo before when fucking the rugby players and so Linda was pleasantly surprised by Vera's expertise. The dildo fucking culminated in yet another sensational mutual orgasm. The women then slowly kissed each other as a mutually thankful gesture for marvelous sexual experience. They duly fell asleep still locked in each other's arms.

When they woke up they had time for a 69 quickie and a mutually enjoyable shower, before Linda's children had to be tended to. Vera accepted Linda's invitation for breakfast and she helped Linda prepare the meal of pancakes and bacon.

Although Linda had four children, the oldest was only three years old so she had no qualms talking about explicit sexual topics in the presence of her children. Once breakfast was ready for the three year old, Paul and the two year old twins, Tom and Elizabeth, Linda started breast feeding Emma while she was simultaneously feeding herself. 

In watching, Vera sighed as she remembered fondly breast feeding Natasha. She envied the seemingly traditional domestic family lifestyle Linda seemed to be leading. All things considered she was justifiably proud of her achievements and what she had accomplished, still her innate desires would be to be more domestic and be a wife. 

Vera surmised that such was not in the cards as she was now twenty-nine years old. She had noticed that when she did date, the one thing that would turn off her dates towards her was learning that she had a fifteen year old daughter. 

The most acute unfulfilled desire for Vera was to have more children. Had it not been for the monster, Dr Slaughter killing Rodney Parker, she knew she would have had at least one child by Rodney, whether he wanted to or not.

Her affair with Richard was not conducive to trying to get pregnant. The complications of a pregnancy considering her association with Walter would have been more than she could cope with. Now with the launching of her own partnership firm with Walter, she really couldn't consider getting pregnant even if she had a suitable lover in mind. And so her biological clock was ticking. However Vera was not one to pine away on should haves and could haves. Life goes on and she was determined to make the most of it.

Linda broke off Vera's reverie by declaring:

"You know Vera; I joined La Leche League when I was pregnant with Paul. They recommended that I breast feed until my baby reaches two years, and they assured me that I would not get pregnant while breast feeding; creating ideal spacing between my children. As you can see I am breast feeding little Emma who is eleven months old and I am due in about another month. Maybe La Leche League secretly thinks one year apart is ideal spacing and so they assure young breast feeding mothers not to worry about birth control."

Vera laughed and replied:

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much. You sure give no sign that you despair having so many children."

"Oh lordie yes! Paul, the twins and little Emma are very precious to me. I told Walter that I wanted 12 children. I believe that 12 children would remove the stain of my promiscuous past forever. I would be so motherly that people would not believe that I was a slut and a whore in my previous life."

Vera laughed again and replied:

"Hey don't knock sluts and whores. I am trying to achieve such a lofty standard myself as the traditional domestic lifestyle seems to have eluded me."

"Oh come on Vera, you must be pulling my leg. You are one of the most gorgeous woman I know. You are founder and part owner of an accounting firm that I have no doubt will be most successful and lucrative. You've got to be the most desirable catch for any decent, eligible, marriage-minded bachelor in Chicago."

Vera sighed:

"Oh I have no trouble attracting men who want to fuck me. In fact I believe I have gone to bed with more than 20 different men in the past four years. It is finding a man that I would enjoy fucking that has been difficult. Apart from Richard none of the others I've fucked have been better than masturbation. In fact no sex at all was better than sex with some of them. The sex with you has been better, more enjoyable, more exciting, more everything than any of those men. And I know I am straight, I wouldn't say I was even bi. So how pathetic is that? And now with Richard gone I'll have no enjoyable sex life whatsoever."

Linda paused for a moment and then she thoughtfully replied:

"You know Vera; I think I may have an answer for you. Both my sister, Brenda, and my sister, Connie, have recently joined a sex club based somewhere near Dallas. The club provides facilities for about 25 men and 25 women to participate in orgies. The membership has grown so large that participation in an orgy is limited quarterly."

Vera observed:

"Hmm, an orgy every three months. Why that's exactly how often I saw Richard. I'm intrigued. Tell me more."

"I'll give you Brenda's number and she can tell you all the details. My sister is in her second year at Duke Law School and is friends with the daughter of the owner of the club. I don't dare join the club as I'm sure it would end my marriage."

"Oh Linda, you and Walter are about as much in love with each other as two people can possibly be. A little hanky-panky on the side like we just did won't change that."

"I don't trust myself Vera. I'm afraid if I go to an orgy I would like it too much. Walter has been very understanding of my past but I'm sure he would not tolerate my becoming a slut and a whore again. Considering the non resistance I provided in our love making I am not sure that I am not really deep down just a slut and a whore. Thank God you're a woman Vera so that I can still believe I have not cheated on Walter. I think that's really why I want so many children; they keep me too busy to think about other men."

Vera was a little shocked by Linda's confession, so she asked:

"Doesn't Walter satisfy you?"

"Oh yes Vera. Walter is the best. No other man can fuck and please me like he can. He is definitely the best. Sometimes it seems like I have a death wish. I don't feel worthy and I don't think I deserve a wonderful man like Walter. So if I'm caught with another man I will receive my justified comeuppance and lose him."

"Oh my God Linda! What makes you so down on yourself? I have to tell you that when I first started working at Watson and Woodhouse, I was madly in love with Walter. I wanted to fuck him so bad. I tried every trick in the book to get him into bed with me. I went to your wedding hoping I would detect some weakness in you which I could exploit and steal him from you. However I could see I had no chance as Walter only has eyes for you."

Surprisingly Linda was not hurt or jealous of Vera's candid admission of her attraction to her husband. Without realizing it Linda was secure of Walter's regard; it was her own character that she had worries about. 

So she replied:

"Yes I'm very grateful for Walter's love for me. I'm especially grateful that he has made a decent and respectable woman out of me. I just feel like such a fraud. I am always thinking about sex all the time and when Walter is not around I idly wonder what it would be like to have sex with another man. Sometimes when he's not around I get the urge to get a hold of a babysitter so I could go cruise at a nearby bar and see what I could pick up. Up to now I've successfully fought off these urges but last night you saw how easily I gave in to you without you really trying."

"Well Linda I don't mind reiterating that sex with you except for Richard was the best I've had in the past four years. If you do get an urge to fuck while Walter's not around I don't mind you calling and I'll come running. It helps to know that I can help you not feel guilty about your sexual appetite."

"You know Vera I probably will take you up on that offer. Sex with you was really great for me as well. I truly enjoyed you eating me out when I was breast feeding little Emma. It is the only thing I've been unable to get Walter to do for me. It grosses him out whenever I've asked although he has no problem with sucking up my milk."

The women tittered at that last remark as the two of them sensed that there going to be a clandestine sex life between them. They knew they had to be careful as they would not want anyone to find out, and anyone meant no one. As Walter was her professional business partner, at least Vera would always have a reason to go over to his house, since business could not really be conducted at the Excalibur Street home.



Mothers and Daughters Ch. 14



Vera got in touch with Brenda Porter that very day as she was so anxious to find out about the Texas Love Ranch. Everything Brenda told Vera about the TLR she liked and she could see that the TLR could make up for the loss of Richard. As Brenda was friends with Vickie Vargas, the daughter of the principal owner of TLR, Kristina Vargas, she was able to provide Vera with a direct private number to Kristina to enquire about attending an orgy at TLR. Vera then got a hold of Kristina and introduced herself mentioning she was an accountant in Chicago, a friend of Brenda Porter who was a friend of her daughter.

Kristina advised Vera she would get back to her in three days. Kristina was more intrigued by Vera being an accountant than her possible connection with Vickie. She was about to dismiss her current accounting firm as they were providing inadequate service for her needs. So Kristina used her contacts including a detective agency to do a quick background check on Vera.

Kristina was impressed by the report especially by the fact that Vera had landed Jed Baxter as a client for her brand new accounting firm. Kristina knew Jed Baxter intimately in addition to the general public knowledge of him; Kristina and Jed had a personal and business relationship whereby certain companies aligned with Baxter and Sons were TLR suppliers to some of their needs.

So when Kristina got in touch with Vera, the following Thursday, she had decided to switch her accounting needs to Vera's firm. To start this new business relationship on a good note she saw no reason not to accommodate Vera's personal apparent needs. Thus she offered Vera participation in the orgy on the next weekend, as long as she could provide a doctor's certificate verifying good health free of any STDs. She also told Vera that after she was finished with the orgy she would like her to stop at her office on the premises to discuss membership possibilities.

Having been apprised of all the information she needed, Vera was on her way to Dallas the next Saturday. At the Dallas airport she caught the club's limousine service to the ranch itself. In addition to herself another woman having arrived by plane as well joined Vera on the limousine ride.

Vera's companion in the ride was a mature redhead, appropriately named Scarlett O'Hara. And yes Scarlett stated she was indeed from Atlanta before Vera could slyly ask. Scarlett then talked about the upcoming orgy as the two of them were sipping some champagne available in the limousine's miniature bar. Although Brenda Porter had informed Vera most of the things to expect at the orgy, Scarlett was able to elaborate on the periodic sex contests or games the club might schedule. 

The contests are designed so that only a woman or sometimes a pair of women is able to win. There is sometimes a sexual favor to go with winning, but the prize is always a coveted gold plated body chain belt adorned with twelve hearts. One heart is engraved Texas Love Ranch with the contest name and date and provided room for the winning woman to have her name engraved. The other eleven hearts were blank and could be engraved as the winning woman saw fit. The belt could be in reality worn over clothes but most of the past champions only wear them when making love. They particularly wear them at TLR orgies probably to flaunt this evidence of their special sexual prowess.

Scarlett sighed and acknowledged that she had never won a contest, but she came close to winning during August of the previous year. The contest was called Messalina's Challenge named after the wife of a Roman emperor who challenged the best known prostitute in Rome to see who could fuck the more number of men throughout the night. Apparently Messalina won and a painting of her is prominently displayed at the reception area as she is considered the muse for the club. Actually commissioned paintings of her in various sexual activities adorn the walls of each bedroom.

Scarlett went on to explain that her opponent was the famous Oscar winning actress Charlotte Thornton. Usually when the club conducts a Messalina Challenge there are normally six women competing to see who could fuck the most. This contest was a special one since the sexual prize (in addition to the gold plated body chain) was to be the third in a honeymoon of the couple who got married at this special orgy. Unlike Messalina whose partners were strictly men, Scarlett and Charlotte had to simultaneously fuck a man and a woman and bring each to climax within thirteen minutes.

Scarlett was up by two, right up to the last scheduled coupling. Then the woman who was straddling Scarlett's woman started peeing on Scarlett's face and Scarlett could not continue and bring that woman to orgasm. The male partner was so stunned that he slipped out of Scarlett's cunt and so did not ejaculate within the time limit. Thus Charlotte was able to catch up and then beat her in the sudden death tie breaker which consisted of which one of them could produce a blob job ejaculation the fastest.

Scarlett confessed she was devastated at coming so close only to lose. However she had to admit she was lucky to have had the lead. At an earlier point in the contest she had emitted a powerful and odiferous very loud fart as her sex partners at the time were ejaculating. Apparently Charlotte was aware of this propensity of Scarlett's, and so started laughing hysterically preventing her partners at the time to reach their climaxes. 

Scarlett went on to advise that not every orgy provided for a sexual game or contest. Thus the acquirement of an official club body chain was not easily achieved, and for that reason they were so coveted by the female members of the club.

Scarlett advised that she was aware that the club would conduct a new kind of a blow job contest at this orgy. Every woman present was likely to participate since no woman of the club was known to have an aversion towards fellatio. Each woman will be apprised of entering the contest upon registration. Scarlett said she so wanted to win but the odds suggest it would be the most difficult to win. Vera was intrigued by everything Scarlett had to say and thus was looking forward to the orgy eagerly. 

She along with Scarlett duly registered for the orgy upon arriving at the ranch. The registration attendant did explain that indeed there would be a blow job contest or actually it should be called a tournament, since the contest would be a knock out elimination competition. The exact details would be revealed at the start of the contest; scheduled to begin at seven o'clock that night. 

Basically the contest would be won by the woman who could produce the fastest but quality oral sex ejaculation from male partners. Since all sex at the TLR was consensual, no woman was obliged to enter. Agreement at registration though would be binding as the club will schedule the contest based on knowing the exact number of competitors. Both Vera and Scarlett indicated that they would participate in the contest.

Having completed registration the two of them got undressed at the basement locker room. Once completely naked they went upstairs and entered the main ballroom of the first building. Once in the hall they parted company to seek their own activity.

The first thing Vera saw was a leather couch and there were two couples on it. The couple on the left had the woman facing her partner. She was on his lap and on her knees while riding his cock. She was thrusting her hips into him and as she was doing so she was singing parodying Queen's "We Will Rock You":

"We will, we will fuck you! We will, we will fuck you!"

She had her arms and hands upraised and waving in rhythm to the song. As she completed a thrust in sync with a vocalized "fuck you", she would snap her fingers and then clap her hands above her head to simulate the beat of Queen's song.

As Vera was watching in fascination, she recognized the woman. She was Charlotte Thornton, the actress. Vera was excited and thrilled. With her conversation with Scarlett she was obviously aware that Charlotte was a member. Still to hear about something is one thing but to actually see her was a special wonderment. As Vera looked more closely, she saw that sure enough Charlotte was wearing a gold plated body chain belt.

Vera turned her attention to the other couple. The woman was sprawled on her male performer performing an oral sex 69. Her trunk with her cunt forward was completely on her partner's face to allow him to eat her out as he was sitting on the couch. Her knees/calves were resting on the edge of the sofa and her thighs were on his shoulder to secure her balance. She was draped down along his upper body so that she was giving him head upside down. By the force of gravity her dark auburn hair was loose and down, forming a tent hiding the view of his cock and her oral ministrations.

In such a position Vera saw that the woman's back was excoriated by obvious whip lashes. There was blood crusted along the lines of each lash. Her buttocks were similarly scarred and were of an extreme pink hue resultant presumably from spanking in addition to the whipping. Given the torture Vera had suffered from Dr Slaughter it was hard for her to imagine anyone willingly accept such punishment. Vera was aware of BDSM and she herself enjoyed some rough sex including spanking. But what this woman must have gone through seemed to Vera beyond the pale.

Then Vera momentarily caught a glimpse of the woman's face and was totally shocked to recognize Pamela Rose, America's sweetheart. Vera noticed that Pamela was wearing a body chain belt as well. Disregarding the fact Larry Grant had married her, Vera was a fan of Pamela Rose and loved her music. She never begrudged the fact that Larry Grant took no personal interest in her and Natasha in favor of preferring Pamela Rose. Vera would concede that any man having a choice between Pamela Rose and her would obviously choose Pamela. 

Her only concern about Larry was that as Natasha's biological father, he would have loved Natasha if only he would have given it a chance. That was really all she had ever wanted from him, although of course his money was fully appreciated. So with those thoughts it did not seem right to Vera to see Pamela Rose at the TLR. Not only that, but Pamela Rose revealing herself as a submissive female to Marquis de Sade like torture definitely was not right. And of course the body chain belt indicated that Pamela had won a sexual contest as well besides simply participating at the orgies of the club. Vera was determined to get some clarification. 

Charlotte and Pamela completed their sexual play at the same time exhibiting mutually arrived at orgasms. They scrambled off their male partners and faced each other. Apparently intimately knowing each other they smiled and high fived each other before departing their separate ways. Charlotte exiting the room headed to the pool. Pamela went to the tables to partake in some refreshments.

The huge room contained a serious of rectangular tables joined together lined up against the length of a wall. The tables were covered by plastic table coverings and laden with: buckets of ice containing cans of soft drinks and beer; wine bottles; a buffet of an absolute endless variety of food; and supplies of napkins dinnerware and silverware. 

Behind the tables were staff personnel to assist and cater to the member/participants' needs. Staff personnel were fully clothed to allow for the distinction from member/participants. Sex between member/participants and staff personnel was strictly forbidden. If caught the member would be banned from the club and the staff person would be fired.

Pamela gathered a beer and a plate of food and then sat herself down at a small table one of several placed near the long tables of food. There were stools also available at the food tables if a member preferred to remain there. Vera grabbed a coke and approached Pamela at her table:

"Hi Ms Rose, do you mind if I join you?"

Pamela turned to look Vera over and liked what she saw. So she replied:

"Sure I'd be pleased with your company. Please have a seat. But since we're all really equal in this setting, you should call me Pamela. And you are..."

"My name is Vera Starikovich. I wanted to talk to you er.., Pamela not because you're a celebrity but because we have a personal connection."

"Oh really? Please go on."

"According to your public bio, I understand you have two children, and I know you're married to Larry Grant. By the way may I ask that you can confirm that Larry is in fact the father of your children?"

Pamela giggled not annoyed at all as she replied:

"Outside of this venue I might've been insulted by your impertinence but considering we're here, I guess that's a fair question. So yes Larry is the father of Peter and little Hannah and actually because of our peculiar pre nuptial agreement blood tests have been taken to confirm such fact." 

"Well that is what we have in common. You see Larry Grant is also the father of my daughter, Natasha, who by the way is fifteen years old."

"No shit! Well I don't keep tabs on my husband. Ever since little Hannah was born, the sex between us has been sporadic and not very frequent. So since he's not a monk, I should not be surprised if there's an illegitimate child or two floating around. His only obligation under our pre nup was to keep silent any woman claiming to be the mother of a child of his. And since I've never heard of you before, I take it he was successfully been able to keep you silent or you have no proof of your claim."

"I don't think you noticed that I said my daughter is fifteen years old and I believe you have been married to Larry Grant no more than ten years."

"You're right I didn't pay attention. But wait a minute Larry assured me he had no illegitimate child floating around when we're in the process of arranging our marriage. It was an actual issue addressed in our pre nuptial agreement. Are you trying to pull off a scam?"

"I can tell you this Ms Rose, (at this time considering that the conversation seemed to have become contentiousness Vera deemed it politic to address Pamela formally) Larry has been paying me very generous child support and these payments did not commence until blood tests had been taken which confirmed the paternity of my daughter."

"Well I'll be damned. To think that Larry was able to pull a fast one over me and big Hannah, that's what I call my mother, since my daughter was born."

"I obviously don't know when you guys signed your pre nup, but I can tell you Larry did not know of the existence of Natasha until two weeks before he married you. You see when I originally advised him I was pregnant; he had paid me $5,000 to get an abortion and so he believed I did so because I didn't see him again until some five years later. That's when I told him I gave birth instead of obtaining an abortion."

"Let me see if I got this straight. Larry gave you $5K to get an abortion but you didn't get one and he didn't know that until five years later? Now I know Larry grew up in Crystal Springs a shit little town in Mississippi. Wouldn't news that you had an illegitimate child be known to everyone in the town considering what small town gossip is like? Even if he didn't see you how could he not be aware that you had a child?"

"The thing was that Larry gave me the $5K and a bus ticket to go to Chicago to get an abortion there. A very kindly African-American woman, whom I met on the bus offered to take me in, and I've lived there ever since. That's why no one outside my family in my hometown knew I was a mother. It just so happened the first time I returned to Crystal Springs was that time I met Larry and told him I didn't get an abortion and that he was the biological father of my daughter."

Pamela frowned as she observed:

"That seems very convenient timing considering Larry was about to start his first season in the NFL having signed what was up to that date the most lucrative rookie contract ever. As I recall it was in the neighborhood of $18 million."

"Well that does sound like I was a gold-digger, but I really didn't know that he had become rich and famous. I was too busy raising Natasha, working at a restaurant and going to school, to keep tabs on Larry. All I knew about him was that he had to have finished college and I surmised he would be working in his father's business.

My purpose to seek Larry out at that time yes was to see if he would be able pay some child support- $100 or $200 per month was my expectation. But even if he couldn't manage that or was unwilling to pay anything, I wasn't going to make a fuss as I had managed so far. My main purpose was to ascertain if he would want to be the father to Natasha. But he didn't as all he did was offer to pay generous child support."

In a wary tone Pamela asked:

"So what is your purpose of telling me all this?"

"I'm not sure I have any real purpose. I have been very grateful for Larry's generous child support as it made it easier for me to raise Natasha in comfort and also allow me to get through college myself and become an accountant. I just opened my own firm with a partner who is a terrific whiz at investment advice.

However despite the generous payments Larry has made to me, I wish he had taken at least a perfunctory interest in Natasha. She really is a good kid that he would be proud of. Considering that your two children by blood are half siblings to my Natasha, I feel my daughter has been deprived of some extra extended family love.

I have five sisters and three brothers so Natasha has plenty of relatives of aunts and uncles and ever increasing number of first cousins, not to mention my parents, her grandparents. And we go see them frequently. But still she has no father or paternal grandparents and is a stranger to two siblings.I guess I would want you to advise your children of the existence of Natasha but I am sure I have no right to even suggest that to you.

You see the bottom line is that I have received lots of money from Larry Grant and his father Lamar Grant. But the true prime motive for the giving of the money was not to assist in my living expense but was paid so that Natasha and I would stay away from them. It's like I am poison and must be paid off so I would not pollute their lives."

Pamela asked:

"What do you mean that Lamar Grant has given you money? Is this in addition to Larry's child support payments?"

"Yes, ten years ago some months after you were married, I was a victim of a horrendous crime; I was kidnapped, tortured and raped by a madman. When I escaped I momentarily became nationally newsworthy and there was talk of a book deal and a television movie depicting my ordeal. I saw Lamar Grant during that Christmas holidays and he paid me a substantial amount of money not to give interviews or sign any book or movie deals."

Pamela gasped as she remembered something:

"Oh my God! Now I remember and understand something. When I was first pregnant with Peter, Larry's Atlanta team was playing the Dallas Cowboys for the traditional Thanksgiving Day game that year and so he had the next day off. Thus he came to Crystal Springs the next day and his family accordingly scheduled Thanksgiving dinner a day later. My mother and I were invited to join the Grants. 

One of the dinner topics for discussion was the news story about this woman with a Russian sounding name escaping a kidnapping in Chicago. I remember both Lamar and Larry not contributing to the conversation, but then Lamar turned to me and my mother, and asked if we'd ever heard of this woman. I remember thinking what a very strange question to ask. I don't recall the name now but obviously I'm thinking now it must have been you and your name."

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Mothers and Daughters Ch. 14



"Yes that sounds about right. As I say I am not sure what I want from you if anything. It is clear that Larry never wanted anything to do with me. The legal agreement providing for the child support payments stipulated that payments would only be due if blood tests confirmed that my child was sired by Larry. It further stated I and Natasha were to stay out of Larry's life. When Lamar Grant made that additional payment to me, I told him that if Larry or he and his wife for that matter wanted to see, meet or have any contact with Natasha I would not object or put up any roadblock. But there has been not a peep only the money has been constantly advanced to me."

Vera continued:

"I feel sorry for Natasha not having a father. She doesn't say much about it. I've the impression that she's wiped out from her mind all that I've told her about Larry and all that she's read about him. I believe her attitude is that he can't be worth knowing if he prefers her not to have existed."

Pamela replied:

"Ouch! But I guess he deserves that although I should talk. I'm not exactly the mother of the year. Since my children were born I've palmed them off to a nanny. I know Larry has interacted with our kids way more than me despite him not having custody of them. I've offered custody of the children to him but he doesn't want the responsibility either as he's content with occasional visits.

Anyway I tell you what, Vera is it? (Vera nodded to reassure Pamela that she got her name right) I think my children are still too young to deal with the knowledge of an older sibling they had never seen before. They've problems enough dealing with not seeing their parents too much. Perhaps when they're older say in mid teens like the age your daughter is now, I can inform them and then see if they want to correspond and even meet your daughter."

Vera replied:

"Fair enough, sure that's fine. Since both you and Larry are celebrities, Natasha's very aware of your children and their relationship to her. I think in the back of her mind there is a desire to attempt a contact eventually but it is not a priority in her life now. I guess that's all I was really trying to achieve in meeting you. Thank you for your time and I won't bother you any further."

As Vera was getting up to leave Pamela interrupted:

"Hey wait a minute Vera. You're here to fuck aren't you? I mean tracking me down wasn't your purpose of coming here was it?"

"Oh yes I'm definitely here to fuck. My excellent, albeit much older lover, of the past four years, died recently of a heart attack. And so consequently, there just is no worthwhile sex I have to look forward to back home. Actually the only decent sex I had since he died was a lesbian sex encounter with a housewife I happen to know. (Vera certainly was careful to keep her sex with Linda a secret as much as possible) So yes I sure could use some cock and I intend to avail myself. And that is my reason being here. You being here was just a coincidence, but I felt compelled to talking to you."

"My goodness I'm sorry for the loss of your lover, what a shame! I trust your old lover did not have the heart attack while you were in bed with him and you were in the middle of your orgasm. I understand that's a risk when you take on a man much older than yourself; it sure could be a bummer."

"Oh no he died at his home during a meal I believe. Mind you in the autopsy report they did find traces of Viagra in his body which might have contributed to his death. I guess Richard, that was his name, felt he needed to take it to keep up with me." 

"Why Vera aren't you just full of surprises? You are a love goddess driving your lover to death, like Madonna in the movie 'Body of Evidence'."

Vera reddened at this remark and replied:

"I saw that movie, but my situation was not at all comparable. Richard was a doctor after all so he knew his physical limitations and surely was cognizant of the risks of taking Viagra. We only saw each other four times a year since I lived in Chicago while he lived in Detroit. Although we did fuck like rabbits or minks as Richard would say during the weekend we were together."

Pamela chuckled at Vera's defensive reply and said:

"I'm just teasing you – I don't believe for a minute one can die from fucking. And so now you're fucking a woman. Do you then swing both ways?"

"Oh I'm straight. I do love cock in my pussy, in my mouth even up my ass. Unfortunately except for Richard the cocks I've had for the past four years were nothing to write home about. So I've had to resort to girl-on-girl sex for some real fun. You know it's a case of any ship in port. I sure as hell hope the men here will float my boat."

"Not to worry you can take it from me, the men here are most satisfactory lovers; I sure as hell have no complaints. As you know Vera, the club's planning some kind of a blow job competition tonight. Did you enter?"

"Oh yes they mentioned it at registration and I signed up as it sounded like it would be some fun. By the way I see that your back and ass are very marked. Do you really derive pleasure from being whipped?"

Pamela hesitated a bit before replying:

"It's hard to explain. I'm sure I don't really receive any pleasure per se; certainly not like the pleasure I get from fucking. But I welcome the pain as it seems to provide a catharsis for me. So I believe I need to submit myself to BDSM discipline before indulging completely in a no holds barred sex session that I truly crave.

The club has a BBSM room for such activity but the Master of the Dungeon or the Dominatrix is available only occasionally. However, I have an understanding with Kristina Vargas that if I can find someone willing I could use the BDSM room for my needs. It just so happens that this weekend Mistress Diana who is the regular Dominatrix, is participating as a regular member but I was able to coerce her to discipline me already.

Despite my fame and public adulation, I often feel like I'm a fraud. I'm the shittiest of mothers and no wife to my husband. Really I'm just a slut and a whore. So by undergoing and enduring the pain from the whipping, I feel it gives me permission to indulge in my sins. And to indulge in my sins I need as much as I need food and water."

Vera was totally shocked by Pamela's candor and by her outlook. She replied:

"I guess that makes sense. As for me I don't mind the occasional rough sex and can enjoy being spanked, but I know I could not tolerate being whipped. It would bring back memories of the tortures I suffered from the asshole who kidnapped me. He was intent on murdering me by sapping my will to live. I was a basket case after my escape. I could not fuck any guy no matter how appealing. Thank God I could tolerate girl-on-girl sex or I would've been totally without sex for that period of time."

Pamela was fascinated by Vera's miseries and asked:

"As you are here and ready to fuck men, tell me what snapped you out of your funk? Was there a super sensitive metro sexual stud who patiently wooed you back to the joys of male/female fucking? Was it this Richard, your lover who just died?"

"Oh no, I don't think such a super sensitive metro sexual man even exists. What got me out of my funk as you call it was the news of the execution of my torturer. To celebrate I booked a room in the finest hotel in Chicago with the intention of picking up a man or men at the bar to fuck in my room. Unfortunately the hotel security chief viewed my actions as suspicious and thinking I was a high class hooker had me evicted."

"Oh shit too bad. So you did not get to celebrate after all?"

"Oh no! I did get to fuck two apparently well to do gentlemen before I was stopped. However the hotel security chief was not the only one who took me to be a hooker. One of these men left me, unasked I assure you, with $500 apparently assuming that was my fee. I guess I can take comfort in the fact that if one mistakes me for a prostitute at least they consider me to be an expensive one."

Pamela laughed and replied:

"You sure have a fine sense of humor there, Vera. All this talk has made me horny and ready for some action. You seem like fun Vera, would you like to team up with me for some group sex? You know a threesome, a four way or even a quintet if we can scrape up three men at once here?"

"Oh sure I'm down for that," Vera replied. 

Then looking around and upon spotting him, she exclaimed: 

"Oh my goodness there's Jed Baxter my premier client. I wonder if I approach him whether it would hinder or solidify my business relationship. At least I can truthfully tell him I'd be interested even if I didn't know him."

Pamela was surprised and said:

"You know Jed Baxter? Hell I've not even met him although I knew he was a member of the TLR. He is one of the richest men in the US and for that matter in the world. He is your client Vera? I thought his accounts were handled by Price Waterhouse, Coopers as they are my accountants as well, I might add."

"Yes Price Waterhouse were the accountants for Baxter and Sons. The operative word is 'were'. On a special assignment when I worked for my previous firm, I uncovered an embezzlement scheme that saved Baxter and Sons and its insurers millions. Jed was so grateful that he would have switched to that firm so that he could retain me as his personal accountant for his companies. I advised Jed that I was about to open a firm on my own and would do so relatively soon. So he agreed not to leave Price Waterhouse until I opened my own firm."

"My goodness if Jed Baxter has confidence in you then maybe I should switch as well."

Ever alert as a businesswoman, Vera got excited at the prospect of attracting Pamela as a client.

She quickly seized the opportunity by suggesting:

"If I do say so myself, you won't regret it, if you do. As I already told you my partner, Walter Snyder is an investment genius. While I was in school he managed my monies and doubled my net worth in three years. Of course I now look after my own monies but I still benefit from his valuable advices."

Pamela quickly decided:

"That settles it. When I get back home I am going to ask my mother to get in touch with you and you two can do what is necessary to transfer my business affairs to your firm. I trust you have a business card at your locker that I can pick up."

"Oh lordie yes I have tons of newly printed cards in my purse! Although I'm not that hard to find in Chicago. But enough about business I'm kind of nervous of approaching Jed. I had not made a play for him back in Chicago since I've met his wife and she is gorgeous. I had a feeling they were so much in love so I hadn't tried. But I guess their marriage is not so much if he's here. But what if he is as bad as a lover as the others I've had? I know if he is a bad lover it would ruin our business relations for me."

"Oh don't be stupid Vera! Whether he is a good lover or not what has that got to do with your business relations?"

"Yes I know it should not matter but it does to me. You see when I worked for the accounting firm before I started on my own I fucked every partner in that firm with the idea of advancing in the firm."

At this point Pamela interrupted:

"Oh my God Vera you are a disgrace to the women's movement. You should get to the top on merit not by sleeping your way to the top!"

"Well that's nice in theory and I applaud the feminists who are making it easier for us women to succeed in the business world. Still I'm a pragmatist; if I can succeed by sleeping with a man I would be a fool not to. Anyway my point was that each one of those men was a nightmare to fuck. I could not believe that they were all so inadequate in satisfying me. Because of the awful sex I just could not seriously deal with them at work. 

Now on the other hand I acquired Jed as a client strictly on merit so our business relationship has been smooth as glass. But if he turns out to be a miserable fuck I know it will affect me adversely in how I deal with him in business. Of course if he is a marvelous fuck than I can see only tremendous successful business dealings. Yes you don't have to tell me; I know it is silly of me to feel that way, but that's how I am." 

"OK but don't worry. All the men in this club know how to please a woman. I haven't fucked Baxter but I'm aware his reputation amongst the ladies here is sterling. Besides, any man who has the opportunity of having two hot women like us at the same time will always be inspired to perform better than his usual norm. Since you know him why don't you introduce him to me?"

Vera snorted:

"Anyone who has not been a hermit and living under a rock the past fifteen years knows who you are so introductions are unnecessary."

"Maybe so, but it doesn't hurt to be polite. You do want to fuck him don't you? You don't mind sharing him with me do you?"

"Of course I want to fuck him. And I don't mind sharing him with you; I've done threesomes before."

"Great Vera but there is one other thing I'd like to ask if you're game."

"What's that?"

"If participants agree the TLR has the facilities in I believe about three of the bedrooms to film the sex. The staff camera people are so good at filming the action that we really would not be aware of their presence. That way I would have a keepsake of the sex we are about to have. And I could re-experience the event over again at my leisure."

"Why the hell would you want that? The fun in sex is in the doing not in the watching. Just keep having sex you don't need to watch yourself having had sex in the past. What fun is there in that?"

"Mebbe so Vera, but it can be a turn on to see oneself having had sex. As I have gotten to know the cameramen here I commissioned one of them to free lance and film me at my home. Larry had my kids and my mother was away for her rendezvous with her twenty years younger boy toy. I lured three Chippendale Dancers to do me. 

When it was all set up I was at the top of my long winding staircase wearing an especially sexy red bustier and black stockings held up by the hooks in the bustier. The garment was fitted so my boobs although held together were completely exposed and visible. I had my nipples clamped and joined together by a chain. The chain was taut enough that by striking it the reaction would shoot bolts of pain to my nipples. My twat and ass hole were also exposed, visible and of course easily accessible.

So I strutted down the stairs with anal beads shoved up my ass. Then at the bottom of the stairs I turned around with my ass sticking into the camera. I pulled out the beads to suck on them while one of the Chippendales spanked me good and hard. My ass became visibly rosy red from the spanking. Then we strolled to the couch where the other two Chippendales were waiting.

Then the fucking began in earnest. I took all three of them simultaneously at all times. We rotated regularly so all three of them completed an around the world with me. At times I was sitting/lying on the Chippendale who was sodomizing me to receive the Chippendale who would fuck me vaginally; and to turn my head to give head to the third Chippendale. At other times I was over and facing the Chippendale who was fucking me vaginally while the second Chippendale would hover over my back to sodomize me; as I was tilted to the side to give head to the third Chippendale.

All three Chippendales by impeccable timing were able to ejaculate together as I was enjoying my orgasm. For the camera, I opened my mouth wide to display my mouth full of cum from the blow job. Then I swallowed it all and opened my mouth to show my now empty mouth. While I was doing this the other two Chippendales sucked out their sperm from my holes which each had been fucking. Then each took turns to open their mouth to force spill the cum into my mouth. Again I opened my mouth to display my mouth full of this new cum and open it again to show my subsequent empty mouth.

I always find this video hot and I watch it when I'm especially horny but sex for one reason or another is not available to me. The video always gives me warm feelings as I get the impression I'm the sexiest woman alive. However this is not the only reason I like to have videos of myself having sex."

Vera then asked skeptically:

"Oh? Don't tell me you plan to sell them and become a porn star in addition to your fame for your singing talents?"

"No! No! Of course not. Bite your tongue Vera. No not that at all, but you see I expect to live a long time. All of my relatives both on my father's and mother's side that I know of lived at least into their eighties some into their nineties, and one died when she was 102. True my father died young when I wasn't even two but he died in a car accident so that obviously doesn't count. 

My mother I might add is fifty-two years old and is still going strong. She has a lover only one year older than me who does not seem to lose interest in her as she gets older.

However when I'm over eighty years old I likely won't be having much sex. So these videos of me in action that I have collected will be a great way for me when I am old, decrepit and probably toothless to reminisce my salad days. I think I will like watching these videos a lot better than my concert videos"

Vera opined:

"Oh I don't know Pamela when I get old, decrepit and toothless I still hope to get sex. I can still at least give a blow job and if I wear a bag over my head with only a cut out for my mouth I bet even the young studs would not be able to resist me. I've heard men like to have their cocks sucked by gums alone sans teeth."

Pamela burst out loud in laughter at that comment and she replied:

"Oh shit Vera, that's just too funny for words. Yes I would also like to keep fucking until I die. Let's just say that the videos of me fucking is a hedge for the day I can't physically fuck and this would be an acceptable alternative to still get some naughty pleasures in my dotage. So would you accede to my request to have us filmed?"

"Oh sure, I have no problem with that so long as you do not share the viewing of the video with others."

Pamela assured:

"Not to worry Vera, I keep my videos in a very safe place. No one in my household not even my mother knows these videos exist." 

With that the women got up and approached Jed Baxter. Jed had been sitting on a stool next to the food tables sipping on a Jack and Coke. He had been contemplating in his mind about his life and how he had become a member of the TLR.

Despite being an extremely wealthy man Jed Baxter was not in appearance a stereotypical successful business tycoon. In other words he was not fat, balding or otherwise physically repulsive. His appeal to women did not at all depend on the money and power he possessed. 

Although around forty years old, Jed was an extremely youthful good looking man. He was as attractive in physical appearance as the handsomest of celebrity males. He was also in excellent shape; exercising constantly in the gym and frequently playing handball. 

Never mind his wealth; women drooled at the mere sight of him. Had he been so inclined, he had the personality and confidence that he could entice almost any woman to bed whom he would casually meet.

Vera's motivation for joining the TLR was simply to have the opportunity of good sex. With Richard's death the only possibility of great sex back in Chicago was lesbian sex with Linda. Because her husband was her business partner any sex she would have in the future with her would have to be surreptitious and very circumspect.

She was intellectually aware given the population of Chicago that if she just persevered in dating she was bound to come up with a man who would be satisfactory if not spectacularly satisfactory to her and to her sexual needs. However the failures of all her past dating had taken its toll. She just was fatigued from dating so many different men constantly in the hope of finding Mr Right.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 14



So the TLR seemed like an ideal fit for her. Besides, as she had despaired of getting married, the orgy activity of the club had an appeal to her. With that in mind she was astonished to find Jed Baxter here as she could not imagine that he had a sexual need that could not be satisfied other than by membership to TLR. 

Yet unbeknownst to Vera, that was exactly the reason that Jed Baxter was a member of the TLR. He virtually had no sex life back in Chicago. His family, friends and acquaintances would be totally astonished were they to learn of this secret. 

Jed had been married to Felicia Alice (nee Carter) for sixteen years and they had two adorable children. Felicia was a stunning beauty and the two of them were the star couple in Chicago's high society. There was no rumor of infidelity. Given how physically attractive each of them were, the notion there could be no reason for either one of them to stray was fixed in the minds of anyone who knew them. In addition, the affection each of them showed to each other in public had a ring of genuine sincerity.

As Vera had intimated to Pamela, although she sensed she could be attracted to Jed, once she met Felicia at the party at Walter's house she believed she had no chance. Remembering her fruitless attempts to entice Walter Snyder to her bed, she consciously gave up any idea to try to take on Jed as a lover.

What others naturally did not know was that Felicia was frigid; she detested sex. Her abhorrence for sex was developed by the sexual abuse she suffered under the hands of her perverted father. Felicia was an only child and her mother died when she was eight. That was when her father started sexually abusing her with the prompting that she had to replace her mother. Felicia hated every violation of her body by her father which caused her to have a miserable childhood and adolescence. Finally her father died when she was still fifteen and she went to live with her aunt, her mother's sister, for her two final years of high school.

During that junior year of high school, while walking home from school, three players of the school's football team lured her to go for a ride in a car with them. Thereupon they repeatedly raped her before leaving her to make her own way home. With her aunt's encouragement she pressed rape charges against them.

However after the rape, the boys amongst themselves had concocted a plausible scenario for consensual sex. At trial their lawyers were cleverly able to punch holes in Felicia's testimony to make her a doubtful witness on her own behalf. As a result the jury believed the boys and so they walked. Felicia was absolutely devastated and lost all self esteem and self worth.

Felicia at that point considered becoming a nun but as she was not sufficiently religious that option was not really viable. So she just refused to go out on dates and concentrated exclusively on school work. She decided that her ideal career would be to become a school teacher. With that vocation in mind she was accepted at Yale to pursue a B.A. with a major in English. 

During Felicia's freshman year, Jed was finishing his final year at Yale in the process of obtaining his MBA degree. Because of a mistake in his curriculum planning, Jed was obliged to take an undergraduate arts course that year to fulfill his graduate degree requirements. Consequently Jed and Felicia shared an English class together.

As they met there was a recognized instant chemistry between them. It was mutually love at first sight; there was no doubt in each other's mind they had met their soul mates.

After several dates, whereby their romance seemed to progress normally, they ended up eventually in bed. Up to that point Jed had no clue as to Felicia's reticence in sex. She seemed to have returned his kisses and seemed to enjoy all the petting and intimacy they shared during those initial dates. However that night of their first sexual intercourse proved to be an obvious disaster.

Felicia just simply froze did nothing to return his advances. She was simply a rag doll as she demonstratively tolerated Jed vaginally penetrating her. Jed was too overcome by his passion to put the brakes on. The sight of her total nakedness and the thought of sexually having the woman whom he knew was his true love for the first time was too exciting for him not to fuck her especially as she never signaled "no".

He was well aware of the dryness of her cunt as he was fucking her but the friction of the sexual activity was sufficient impetus for him to ejaculate in her. When he finished he quickly separated from her knowing something was dreadfully wrong.

When Felicia had first met Jed, she did indeed believe that it truly was love at first sight. Their dates reinforced her initial intuition; if she was to have a man in her life it could only be Jed. She knew she was in love with him and as much in love with him as she was capable of. Thus she psyched herself up each time she was with him.

She seemingly returned his kisses but her mind was not in it. When he touched her breasts her nipples did not harden. Her vagina remained dry whenever he touched her clit or labia. It took all of her will power not to visibly revolt against all the intimate touches of her body that Jed took advantage of during their dates. She was such a great actress in feigning pleasure that Jed had no clue of her distaste to their physical intimacies.

The night of that first intercourse she thought she could fake that as well. However as soon as coitus was inevitable, Felicia realized she would have to turn her mind blank if she was to allow him to fuck her. With such mind set the sexual intercourse was excruciatingly painful; more so than the rape she had endured in high school. In the latter case her mind was terrorized by the crime perpetrated on her that the actual physical pain was blocked from her brain. But with Jed her wish was to have a pleasurable outcome.

Unfortunately the physical pain resulting from her unpreparedness to accept the sexual act was too noticeable to be ignored in her brain.

When Jed turned away from her after his climax, tears flowed freely from her eyes. She had been found out and she knew that she owed him an explanation. 

Thus she turned to him and sobbingly confessed her past. It was an obvious conclusion that her issues with sex had to do with her past. She emphasized that she loved him and couldn't think of a better man than him. She explained she had tried with all her will power to become his woman and be everything to him as she ought to be but her past was torturing her mind and dissuading her from being sexual.

Jed was livid and infuriated with her story. Upon hearing her account he realized he was absolutely and truly in love with her or he would not have felt as strongly as he did. He was devastated to learn of her suffering. One of his initial reactions was to curse that her father was dead as he was denied the vengeance he would have exacted. He knew he would have inflicted great bodily harm on him if not actually have murdered him. As for her rapists, the first thing out of his mouth after she had finished telling him of her past was:

"Felicia I promise you this- I will see to it that those men who defiled your body will pay. I will ruin them. It is too bad your father isn't alive or I would have punished him as well."

Jed eventually fulfilled that promise although he kept Felicia uninformed. Jed had such great business acumen that he recognized right from the start what a scam artist Bernie Madoff was. Thus with his agents he induced the three rapists who were greedy and had become somewhat prosperous to invest everything they owned to Madoff's investment schemes. With his business connections he was able to make the rapists unemployable after they lost their fortunes and they were reduced to living permanently on welfare.

Felicia was non-plussed by his reaction. She sexpected he would have been horrified but to desire revenge on her behalf was not something she would have contemplated. To her mind this had to be proof positive that he loved her and she was grateful. 

Thus she replied:

"Oh Jed that's the sweetest thing you could have said but please do not distress yourself on my account. Those men are so worthless; they do not even merit your contempt. But Jed if you seriously want me to be your girlfriend I will try my darnedest to be the girlfriend you deserve." 

With that said, they continued to date and when she finished her degree at Yale they got married. Felicia never refused having sex with him and they did have two children a boy first and then a girl. Although she did not react in horror like she blatantly did that first night of sex, still she could not participate in sex enthusiastically. It was obvious to Jed that Felicia never enjoyed anything about their lovemaking. She tried therapy with a renowned sex therapist in Chicago but the counseling did not take.

With the lack of enthusiasm on her part, Jed's libido deteriorated. The frequency of sex between them slowly but inevitably dried up. Felicia for her part did not regret the lack of sex but she recognized what a blow it was to him and how inadequate she was to him. 

So she took matters into her own hands by stating about a year after the birth of their daughter:

"Look Jed I know I'm not the sexual wife you deserve. I am grateful that you do love me and I am satisfied that you do love me. I in turn love you very much, as much as I'm capable of loving a man. Because I love you so much I want to relieve you of any guilt or anxiety you may have or feel when you have sex with another woman."

As Jed was about to protest and probably make an insincere claim that he had remained faithful, she held up her hand to stop him and continued:

"Look Jed, my women's intuition suggests that you have not strictly stuck to your marriage vows. There seems to be the occasional weekend now and then that seems unaccountable considering what I know of your routines. Now if I was sexual and providing satisfactory sex for you, we would have a fight on our hands but the truth is I'm not. So there is no way I have the right to demand fidelity.

What I do ask of you is that you do not bring scandal upon us. You are a prominent and a very newsworthy man so you have to be on guard against the paparazzi who'd love to report a salacious story about you. So if you can be careful and not get caught I would be content and continue to love you as much as I can no matter how many other women you may have sex with. I want to remain your wife but should you ever become dissatisfied with our marriage such as it is, I will not impede you in any way."

Jed was taken aback by Felicia's candor. He was also surprised at her accurate intuition as he had thought he had been extremely careful not to betray a hint to her of his extra-marital sexual activity.

The truth was that he was absolutely in love with Felicia. Excluding her sexual reticence he deemed her to be the perfect wife for him. He loved their social prominence in Chicago; he relished her companionship and he was impressed by her motherhood skills with their two children. That love came across when they were seen together, and as a result none of their family or their friends or acquaintances had any clue that there might be discord in their marriage. 

He had no desire of divorcing her especially considering that he had married her with his eyes wide open knowing she was not the sexual animal he would have preferred.

Thus he responded:

"Felicia I love you and I would not dream of divorcing you. Yes I want to have sex with you but I love you enough not to pressure you. I know you have quit the sex therapy and I do not insist you resume. I fully understand your emotions so I will never force myself on you nor will I insist you change.

You can only change if you can banish your demons and anything I can do to help you only need to ask. If you ever are able to change I would be the happiest man in the world. But if you cannot change I shall still love you and I do not think any less of you. I married you knowing you had a sexual problem so I have no complaints. In the meantime I can promise and assure you that there will not even be a breath of scandal."

With this conversation they had a complete understanding. If he wanted sex with her she would not resist but the two of them knew that she would not participate enthusiastically. He was free to have sex outside the marriage so long as his infidelity would not become public knowledge. He had no problem with such stipulation as he certainly desired for appearances sake to portray to the world that their marriage was perfect. He was very confident of keeping such image intact. The sex he had at the TLR, he knew was kept discreet by mutual benefit of members.

Actually one time he questioned Kristina Vargas on the very point as to how certain is she that activities at the club would not be exposed to the public. After all he pointed out there were staff members at very orgy who surely might be tempted to reveal the nature of the club and of the prominence of some of the members to the public, especially if money was offered. 

Kristina had replied:

"I do train my staff personally emphasizing the absolute requirement of confidentiality. I have a carrot and stick approach to ensure their silence. The carrot is that I do pay them well, better than restaurants where jobs there are essentially similar to duties here. The stick is that not only are our clients prominent but they have power; powerful enough to retaliate painfully. For violating the club confidentiality not only would they lose their job here but they would find it extremely difficult in finding a job anywhere; including Mexico or Canada as well. I am therefore confident of my staff's silence."

Jed became a member of the TLR by sheer happenstance. When he finished his education at Yale he immediately started working for Baxter and Sons. The business was family owned started by his great grandfather and two of his sons, one being Jed's grandfather, hence the name Baxter and Sons. The business had grown into a conglomerate owning various companies. His father had been the CEO of Baxter and Sons for about twenty years. He was adequate but not passionate about the business and was anxious to hand over power as soon as possible. 

After just three months his father was satisfied Jed was capable of running the business. So he cheerfully handed over the reins of power to pursue a hedonistic lifestyle for the remainder of his life. So Jed at the relatively young age of twenty-four became the head of one of America's most significant business empires.

His father's instinct was right on the money as not only was Jed capable of running the business but he was a sheer genius at it. His decisions almost always were the correct ones and even any errors he made did not hurt the company. His mistakes meant that the company only made a smaller profit than it would have made had he made a better decision. None of his mistakes cost the company money.

When he was twenty-five, he was in Austin, Texas, successfully concluding a very vital and lucrative business deal. To celebrate the completion of the deal, his host suggested they entertain themselves at "Capital Delights" which he informed Jed was the real best little whorehouse in Texas. Jed was reluctant to go as his experiences with prostitutes were not very satisfactory. 

Whores' prime objective was to turn tricks and get the sex over with quickly. That was exactly the attitude Felicia had when they had sex, which was his exasperation of the sex life he had with her. So Jed had no expectation of enjoyment but to accommodate his business partner he agreed to go.

When Jed entered the brothel and met the madam, Kristina Vargas, he knew only she would do. Jed had the sixth sense that Kristina would satisfy him and would be worth her fee. So he insisted on her not perturbed by the higher fee. And Jed was not disappointed. Kristina proved to be an excellent lover. Her exuberance and enthusiasm made the sex fantastic. Jed knew intellectually that a sex worker had to be by definition not as thoroughly emotional involved in the sex act as a consensual sex partner would be. Still Kristina's orgasm gave the impression that it was not faked and of course such impression enhanced Jed's enjoyment. 

He would always recall that night fondly as a magical evening. Not only did they fuck three times throughout the night but they had scintillating conversations. They even set the wheels in motion for a business partnership! Kristina outlined to him her plans to start a sex club and pointed out her requirements. 

Not inclined to waste a business opportunity Jed suggested that his companies could provide some of her needs. Before the night was over agreement was reached that Baxter & Sons companies would supply the TLR with beds- Kristina wanted beds one third larger than standard king size beds, In addition Kristina desired a special 40 feet square mattress that would be ideal for elaborate orgies covering obviously over a 1,600 sq ft flooring. Jed also had a company that manufactured premier sex toys and aids.

When Kristina eventually did open the Texas Love Ranch, Baxter & Sons were her prime supplier. And of course Jed was one of the original orgy participants. The TLR was ideal for his sexual needs. The activities satisfied his lusts and adequately made up for the lack of meaningful sex with his wife. 

Now apart from the TLR, Jed did occasionally have sex with other women as he started to have less frequent sex with his wife. However such was not as meaningful. For one thing all those women were the ones to instigate the flings as Jed naturally was an ideal prize to female predators. After the stated agreement with his wife, he made a point to confine his extracurricular sex outside of Chicago and its suburbs.

So all in all, although sex with his wife was not satisfactory he was content with his life. Now at this orgy he spotted Vera before she saw him. All of a sudden he could instinctively sense some storm clouds were about to hover over his life.

He had first contacted Vera upon the recommendation of an accountant at Price Waterhouse. He had pestered that accountant by declaring he was not satisfied with the audit by Price Waterhouse which declared that his companies' finances were in order. Jed insisted that something was wrong with his companies' books. So the exasperated accountant advised that if he remained unsatisfied by the audit by Price Waterhouse that he should contact Vera Starikovich who was already reputed amongst the accounting world to be the best forensics accountant in Chicago.

When he actually met Vera for the first time he was taken aback by her absolute stunningly pure beauty. He wondered if the Price Waterhouse accountant was pulling his leg to justify his assertion that the audit was perfect. Jed certainly thought that such a gorgeous woman as Vera could not possibly be as skilful an accountant as he needed to allay his suspicions. He knew that this was a sexist thought but still he was on his guard not to be taken in.

However Vera did prove she was as good as advertised and Jed could not be more pleased. He was so impressed with her acumen that he had no qualms to pull his business out of Price Waterhouse to go with her newly formed firm.

Up to this point their relationship had strictly been business and completely professional. However seeing Vera, naked here at a TLT orgy and approaching him,.... well he knew that this was about to change. 

As the ladies reached Jed, Vera started the greeting:

"Jed Baxter as I live and breathe! I declare fancy meeting you here. Not the kind of place we are used to meeting each other in Chicago."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 15



The cameraman left Blue Room #3, leaving Pamela, Vera and Jed relaxing on the bed enjoying their afterglow. Pamela actually fell asleep for a short nap. Vera and Jed snuggled together and commenced doing some "shop-talk". Vera giggled at the absurdity of talking about sophisticated business matters while naked in the midst of a sex orgy. However as the conversation was getting exciting, albeit it was strictly business excitement that only the two of them would find intriguing, still Vera noticed Jed was getting a hard-on and this produced more giggling from Vera.

As his erection had reached an awesome stage, Vera sensed there was no help for it; it could no longer be ignored. So she scrambled onto her knees and impaled herself facing him. To balance herself she leaned forward with her palms resting on his chest as she was riding him. Their coitus was not disturbed by Pamela's snoring nor was their enjoyment deterred by her sleeping presence. Vera experienced a delicious orgasm as Jed supplied her vagina with a generous supply of his sperm. 

Soon it was time for the scheduled blow job contest which had been eagerly anticipated by all the orgy participants. After Pamela had awakened from her nap the three of them went to the main ballroom of the first building where all the orgy participants were gathering. 

There were comfortable love seats and sofas arranged around two raised platform-stages each about 36 square feet in surface area. The raised surface of the platform-stage was about two feet off the floor and constituted the action area for the contest. On each of the platform-stage was a small cardboard like table about three feet high. On the table was a machine that looked like a coffee maker minus the pot.

Off to the side was a regular TLR table like the ones used to contain buffet of food. On it were forty-six old fashioned plastic 8 oz tumblers. Underneath were twenty-four comfortable pillows. Also in view were two hige portable blackboards complete with chalk and brush/erasers. As every orgy participant, male and female, had arrived and seated themselves, Kristina Vargas got on one of the platform-stage to address the crowd:

"Welcome everyone to a new unique Texas Love Ranch contest for this weekend orgy. Actually it should be labeled a tournament really since the ultimate champion will have to win at least four contests. This event will be called: 'Quench Your Thirst'!"

As everyone knew that the proposed contest would consist of some type of a fellatio competition there was some very audible tittering at the mention of the title. Kristina continued undeterred:

"Tonight the Texas Love Ranch will enter into the technological age of the 21st century. Tonight's event will take advantage of one of the latest scientific breakthrough inventions to determine the winner. As some of you may know Jed Baxter, CEO of Baxter & Sons companies, is a charter member of our club, and his businesses have been one of the suppliers for TLR to enhance your enjoyment while here."

Everyone applauded at the mention of Jed's name since he was well liked by all the members especially the ladies who happened to have enjoyed his cock. Vera and Pamela led in the applause. Kristina held up her hand to quiet the crowd and continued:

"Now ladies and gentlemen you will notice two machines on the tables on each platform-stage that look like coffee makers but I can assure you that they are not. For one thing they lack a coffee pot."

Everyone giggled at Kristina's droll sense of humor, as she continued.

"They are actually computer generated analyzers designed to measure and determine compositions of liquids. They were developed by Baxter & Sons for scientific and medical laboratory research and other related tasks. Needless to say that what we will be using these devices for tonight will be for purposes not envisioned by the inventor."

Everyone truly laughed at this juncture and Kristina continued after the laughter died down:

"These machines have a built in computer which can measure and analyze every liquid known to man....(a deliberate pause) including semen."

The crowd let out a knowing collective: "Ah!" as Kristina continued in her explanations:

"Now I had these machines programmed by the scientists at Baxter & Sons to use for our tournament tonight. Before I demonstrate how these machines will work during the contest let me explain the philosophy of our contest. 

Some of you ladies are quite adept at inducing very quick ejaculations from your oral sex partners. However too quick an ejaculation by definition can't bring that much pleasure to the male partner as evidenced by the small amount of semen produced and ejaculated as a result. 

Thus this event tonight is designed to recognize those ladies who can inspire lots of cum in a hurry."

The crowd was now intrigued and silent as Kristina held up a tumbler she picked up from the accompanying table and said:

"So our commissioned machines are specially programmed to recognize the presence and volume of semen. Now for each analysis you must push this button at the base of the machine to commence an analysis and cancel the result of the previous test. You will see a white light emitting from the lid. As you hear the whirring sound the machine is computing anything that is placed in the ray of its white light. 

Now here's how it works. I first place this empty tumbler onto the raised circular bottom of the analyzer. Just like you would put a coffee pot on it, if this machine actually were a coffee maker. The ring of this bottom has been adjusted to match the diameter of the tumbler to ensure an accurate reading. When I push the button on the base you will see a circular white light also equal in diameter to the tumbler come on."

As Kristina suited her action to her words, instantly the white light came on and a whirring noise was audible indicating that the machine was computing. The white light stayed on but the machine's noise quickly stopped, and a window display on the top of the machine showed the number 0.0. 

Kristina explained:

"As you might have deduced the machine has analyzed the presence of semen in the tumbler and as you see the number 0.0 in the window display indicates there was no semen. By the way you must push the button after you have placed the tumbler is in the machine's hold otherwise the machine will register 0.0 and it takes ten seconds for the machine to recalibrate itself to do the next analysis. So you will lose potentially precious time if you inadvertently push the button for analysis prematurely."

Then a staff member handed a tumbler containing some white fluid to Kristina who held it up for all to see and said:

"Now this tumbler contains some semen graciously supplied by one of the male staff members under my supervised assistance."

Again the crowd tittered as they could imagine just what supervised assistance Kristina had provided. She continued:

"Now since more than 10 seconds have elapsed; watch as I place this tumbler on the hold and push the button to activate another analysis. You see the light turns from its initial white to blue; that indicates that machine detected some semen. You see the machine's window display in this case shows the number 3.45. That means there was 3.45 ML by volume of semen contained in the tumbler. You may be interested to know that according to scientific experiments and data the average ejaculation contains between 2 to 5 ML by volume of semen."

After Kristina removed the tumbler from the machine's blue light shut off. A staff member handed another tumbler containing some more semen to Kristina. Kristina poured the contents of the first tumbler to add to the contents of the new tumbler. 

As she was doing so she explained:

"This new tumbler also contains semen graciously supplied by three male staff members also under my supervised assistance. For good measure, pun intended by the way, I am adding the contents of the 3.45 ML of semen onto this tumbler. Now as I place this tumbler with the extra semen for analysis and push the button see what happens."

The crowd groaned upon discerning Kristina's explicit pun. After she had pushed the button the light of the machine turned green. The machine registered the number 13.01. Kristina explained:

"The machine is programmed to emit a green light if the volume of semen exceeds 10 ML and you notice according to the machine I was able to coax more than 13 ML of cum from four of our staff. Now please pay attention to the next demonstration."

Kristina drew the tumbler to her mouth to drink and slurp the contents. When she stopped there was a visible film of semen still stuck in the tumbler, as she placed same for analysis. She pressed the button and the light turned blue and the number 1.25 was displayed. Kristina took the tumbler back to her mouth and with her tongue licked up and sucked in the remaining cum. Now having assured 10 seconds had elapsed when she placed the near empty tumbler and pressed the button the light turned red and window displayed the number 0.22. 

Kristina explained:

"The machine will turn red when it recognizes less than 1 ML by volume of semen. These machines are so sensitive that they will detect the minutest presence of semen. Experience suggests that to lick up completely all the semen on a surface, no matter how diligent one may be, would take too long a time for our entertainment pleasure. Therefore for this contest we have set up the arbitrary standard of 1 ML or less of semen in the tumbler would be deemed as being the desired objective for a contestant to win her match.

So just to recap if the white light stays on in the analysis there is no semen in the tumbler; with a red light there is less than 1.0 ML of semen in the tumbler; with a blue light there is semen present more than 1.0 but less than 10.0 ML by volume; and a green light means there is present more than 10.0 ML of semen by volume."

Kristina set down her tumbler and continued:

"I imagine most of you by now have got a pretty good idea how tonight's event will proceed, but let me cross the 'tees' and dot the 'eyes' so there will be no misunderstanding. In essence this event is a tournament; strictly a knock out series of contests between two competitors. If you lose a contest you are out and if you win you move on to the next round to meet your next opponent. The last lady standing or shall I say kneeling will be our 'Blow Job' Queen and winner of the coveted TLR gold plated body chain belt.

I will be the judge of this event and my decisions are final; there will be no appeal. In each contest the lady contestant can pick a pillow for comfort or you can go without should you so choose. In any case the contests will consist of the competing ladies kneeling while giving a blow job to gentlemen participants who would be standing. Each lady will pick a fresh tumbler and we have enough for everyone for every contest to ensure absolute fairness in each contest.

When a contest is to start the scheduled lady competitors will mount their designated platform-stage with their tumbler and pillow. You can set the tumbler on the table next to the machine. You will have time to ready yourself in the most comfortable position for yourself. The first two gentlemen for each competitor will line up at the platform-stage and be ready when called upon.

Gentlemen I caution you that you must not touch your penis before or during the contest as your ejaculation must be derived solely from the competitor's action. When the two lady competitors indicate they are ready the gentlemen will get up on the respective platform-stage to stand before the lady competitor. We have appropriate music and sound effects to enhance everyone's enjoyment of this event and when I cause such music to begin, the contest will start.

Ladies it is up to you to perform the blow job as you see fit to produce the quickest and heaviest ejaculation from your male partners. You may provide a hand job in conjunction or in addition but you cannot jerk off your male partner's penis by hand directly into the tumbler or you will be disqualified. Only the semen in your mouth can you spit into your tumbler. By the way these machines can distinguish between saliva and semen. So ladies your volume total by the machine won't be affected by how much of your spittle you release in your tumbler. 

Once your male partner starts ejaculating in your mouth, it is up to you ladies when to release his cock. Once you release his cock, he must leave your platform-stage to be replaced by the next gentleman. When you have released your male partner's cock you must empty the contents of your mouth into your tumbler. You have the option to have your tumbler analyzed for volume of semen. As I've advised the average ejaculation consists between 2 to 5 ML in volume so it is unlikely your first successful blow job will produce the required 10+ ML of semen you need to win the contest.

However after a second or third or fourth or even heaven's forbid a fifth blow job, when the light does turn green, then you drink, slurp and or suck your tumbler dry. Once you have produced a red light analysis you are done. The lady who gets the red light first wins the contest and as I said survives to the next round of contests. Any questions so far?"

At this break in the instructions, Kristina fielded a couple of insignificant questions. Then a staff member gave her two goldfish like bowls containing tickets either blue or pink in color. Then Kristina continued:

"Now to work out the schedule of this event you will notice I have next to these platforms two schoolroom like blackboards and I'll explain their purpose in a second. I also have two bowls, one containing 24 blue colored tickets and the other bowl containing 24 pink colored tickets. Since every participant male or female have indicated they would be interested in participating in tonight's event that is why we have 24 tickets in each bowl. Each ticket is marked with a separate number from 01 to 24. Surely not to your surprise but each man will draw a ticket from the bowl containing blue colored tickets and the women will draw from the bowl containing pink colored tickets. For you gentlemen all you have to remember is the number you have drawn but we will make even that easier. As you can see by the blackboard on my left you see the number 01 already chalked in on the left side of the board and the number 03 is below it. The numbers 02 and 04 are chalked in on the right side of the board.

The No. 01 on the board means that the gentleman drawing the ticket marked 01, would be on the platform stage to my left being administered to by the contestant who would be on that platform-stage at the time. While the gentleman holding ticket No. 02 would be on the other platform-stage. The gentleman holding ticket numbered 03 would be waiting for his turn and would spring into action so to speak when No. 01 had finished his turn; likewise gentleman No. 04 would replace gentleman No. 02.

A staff member will be continually revising this board to ensure that the gentlemen can be on alert for their turns. For example when No. 01 is finished and leaves the platform-stage, his number will be erased from the board and No. 03 will be replacing it on the board. Then No. 05 will replace where No. 03 was on the board. This of course will be the signal for the gentleman bearing No. 05 to leave the audience and come to the platform-stage on my left to be ready for his turn. The same sequence applies with the even numbers on the right side of the board and platform-stage.

Now gentlemen you must be alert so as to keep the competition fair. As I've indicated there will be at least two of you needed for a lady competitor to complete her contest. Actually in most cases three gentlemen will be required and certainly on quite a few occasions four gentlemen maybe even five will be required to decide a contest.

Now ladies you will see the second board is drawn up in a typical sports bracket fashion for knockout elimination with 24 competitors. As you can see all the numbers 01 to 24 are represented so as to designate the contests. As you can see No. 09 and No 10 will compete against each other in the first contest of the first round with the winner to meet No 01 in the second round; being the actual ninth contest of the event. Likewise No 11 and No 12 will face off in the second contest of the first round with the winner to meet No 02 in the second round. The rest of the numbers follow and of course winners of second round go on to the third round. The fifth round with only two competitors remaining will be the final round to declare the champion.

So ladies you will draw from the bowl to find out when you compete. Those of you ladies who draw numbers from 01 to 08 will have the bye for the first round. The obvious advantage is you only need to win four rounds for the championship, but you ladies who draw numbers from 09 to 24 don't despair. The extra round will give you experience in the 2nd round that your then opponent does not have; so it just might be the winning factor for you for that round.

Now ladies once you have drawn your number let us know so we can fill your name on the board and you really will not need to remember your number thereafter. Gentlemen you can tell us your numbers as well so we can list your name instead of your number for everyone to be aware at all times of the participants in the action. If you have any question now's the time to ask them, otherwise we will have everyone draw their ticket so we can start the 'Quench Your Thirst' competition."

There were virtually no questions; everyone grasped the mechanics of the competition as outlined by Kristina. Thus the drawing for positions commenced and the names were filled out on the board, accordingly. Vera drew the number 11 so that meant she was scheduled for the second contest in the first round. Charlotte Thornton, the Oscar winning actress, drew number 02, and so would be Vera's opponent in the second round assuming she got by the first round.

Pamela Rose had drawn the number 9 so to the joy of everyone she was one of the contestants of the very first contest. Pamela was naturally totally liked by every member; not just for her celebrity status but for her enthusiasm in her participation at the orgies. Every woman there had probably the feeling that if they were not going to win they wouldn't mind if Pamela was the champion.

Kristina acted as the judge and announcer for the contests. To add some flavor to the contest she introduced the participants as if it was a prize fight. So for the first contest she announced:

"Ladies and gentleman please be ready. Our first contest of the 'Quench Your Thirst' tournament is about to commence. In the platform to my right will be Pamela Rose, TLR's favorite singer with her auburn hair lightly streaked green to produce a most exotic effect. She is our very first possessor of the coveted TLR gold plated body chain belt. The twelve hearts adorning her belt list the twelve pairs of males she and her partner entertained in a memorable twelve hour sexual marathon.

Her opponent is Kimberley O'Neil. You local Dallas members of course are familiar with Kim by her day job as the call screener to a local talk radio show. Kim should be a worthy opponent as she has known to have entertained five men at once quite frequently at our weekend gatherings.

Pamela's gentlemen partners as drawn are first a gentleman who goes by the name of Jorge from Boston, known as one of the five gringos. Unfortunately the other four gringos are not present this weekend. The next gentleman scheduled for Pamela is Randy Hamilton, the entertainment lawyer from southern California but originally from right here in Dallas. Randy doesn't mind being identified here as the husband of the Minnesota Enchantress. Chloe Hamilton sure is dynamite and luckily for you ladies she is not here this weekend to offer truly formidable competition.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 15



Kim's first two male partners are Dale Winston from right here in Dallas as well who finally became a full member by attrition this year and this is his first orgy as a regular member. Kim's second male partner is William Shakespeare from Stratford....(Kristina deliberately paused).. Connecticut. William has had to go throughout his life assuring everyone he comes into contact with, that his name is genuine and he has his driver's license always handy for proof. Our Will does not profess to rival the literary skills of his namesake; but the ladies of our cub do attest that our Will certainly is an excellent poet of love making."

The audience appreciated Kristina's humorous introductions and so laughed and cheered. A cry of "Pamela ...Pamela ...Pamela" spontaneously erupted chiefly amongst the males to encourage her. Although Pamela was very popular, Kim had her share of friends as well, and they started chanting: "Kimberley... Kimberley..." in retaliation. Everyone was obviously well into the contest and giddy in anticipation. Pamela and Kimberley waived to the ground as they gathered a pillow and a tumbler and mounted their designated platform-stage.

When both Pamela and Kim indicated they were ready Jorge and Dale mounted the respective platform-stages to begin the contest. For the event Kristina had prepared a recording of up tempo techno music interspersed with unmistakable sounds of drinking, slurping and gurgling. As both Pamela and Kimberley started their blow jobs, the audience was laughing at the derisory music/sound effects, but they were also cheering Pamela and Kimberley on.

Pamela could sense Jorge had discharged a heavy load when he ejaculated and Randy Hamilton probably expelled even more. So after only two blow jobs Pamela confidently placed her tumbler for analysis. Sure enough the green light came on with the machine registering 10.13 ML. Kimberley conceded as she swallowed the load of cum in her mouth not bothering to spit it in her tumbler. Pamela emptied her tumbler in her mouth and achieved the red light victory designation. Everyone cheered Pamela's victory and the excitement ramped up as one full blown (pun intended) contest was completed. 

Now it was Vera's turn, and Kristina introduced her as follows:

"To my left please welcome Vera Starikovich from Chicago, on her very first visit to the Texas Love Ranch. Obviously Vera is an unknown quantity. Vera is an accountant in her day job and I'm told that Baxter & Sons switched their accounting needs from the services of Price Waterhouse to her new firm. That makes me suggest that if she is as proficient in amatory skills as she apparently is in professional skills we might as well award tonight's body chain belt to her now as this contest is a mere formality."

The female audience groaned at these words and some indignantly shouted: 'Oh no! The belt is mine.' And there was delightful laughter from the men as they contemplated on receiving some very great blow jobs. Kristina continued introducing Vera's opponent: 

"Now to my right and having something to say about denying Vera the body chain belt is Emma Slutskaya better known here as Mistress Dianna. Mistress Dianna is not in costume as her services were not scheduled this time. So she is attending this weekend as a regular member hoping to add a gold plate body chain belt to go with her costume. You might be interested in knowing that Mistress Dianna's day job is teaching Russian Language and Russian History at the University of Minnesota. I also understand that Vera is fluent in Russian, so that I'm billing this contest as the battle of the Russian Amazons."

Emma Slutskaya was the Dominatrix of BDSM activities at the Texas Love Ranch. Along with Black Jack, the Master of the Dungeon, the two of them were available by request and appointment to serve the needs of those members who desired BDSM activities. Since there was only a tiny minority of members who desired such type of sexual activity, BDSM sex was only available about once every three months and Emma and Black Jack alternated in running the BDSM room. 

There was no BDSM sex scheduled at this orgy, so Emma was present as a regular member. That did not stop Pamela Rose, though, from taking advantage of Emma's presence by indulging in an impromptu morning session. When she was acting as the Dominatrix, Emma was dressed in a very provocative black leather costume that made her appearance absolutely alluring and exotically sexy. However, when she was absolutely naked, like now, she was not remarkable in her appearance. In the presence of twenty plus other naked females she was basically not noticeable.

Thus by Emma's appearance Vera was not particularly impressed. When Emma said "Udachi Bepa" (oo duh chee), meaning "Good Luck Vera" to her, Vera snorted and replied in Russian "You'll need it more than me."

The ensuing contest between the two was very spirited and close. They both finished their second blow jobs almost simultaneously and each elected to analyze their total semen collected. They each had an under 8ML reading and Vera was chastising herself for wasting time for the analysis while suspecting she was not there yet. In retrospect though this analysis gave her a good idea of what 10ML of semen would consist which might come in handy in subsequent contests.

During the third blow jobs it was impossible for the spectators to determine which woman had the upper hand. Each gentleman seemed to be equally excited from the stimulations they were receiving. Each was projecting signals of immanent ejaculations. 

Suddenly Emma was done in by her singular propensity for involuntary urination when extremely sexually excited. She started to urinate and the way she was positioned she peed on her male partner's feet. The unexpected action caused that gentleman to jump away, thereby extracting his cock from Emma's mouth and allowing Vera to proceed to victory.

The contest proceeded and the start of the second round resulted in another victory for Pamela as she again was able to get the green light after only two blow jobs. Vera's second opponent was Charlotte Thornton who was introduced by Kristina as follows:

"For the second contest in this round to my right will be Charlotte Thornton. Last year Charlotte won an Oscar for her electrifying performance as a female serial killer, but even Charlotte will agree that she achieved a much more worthwhile prize by winning here the Messalina's Challenge contest. The prize was to accompany the newlyweds Randy and Chloe Hamilton on their honeymoon. The bride gave birth to a daughter right here at TLR nine months later exactly to the date of the wedding of this contest. So obviously fun was had by all at this honeymoon."

Kristina continued by introducing Vera but as she had already been introduced in the first round the description was brief. This contest was fast and furious as Charlotte was very skillful in her blow jobs invariably inducing quick ejaculations. That is how she won the Messalina's contest after all. However Charlotte's men contributed sparse amount of cum so that after three blow jobs she did not get green light as the analysis showed she had collected only 9.45ML. Vera's third load easily put her over the 10ML mark so she had an easy win. 

Vera's third round opponent was Pamela Rose. Having in reality become friends they smiled at each other and wished each other luck as they readied themselves for the contest. Vera strategized that up to now Pamela had won her two rounds after only two blow jobs per each contest. Obviously Pamela's fellatio techniques produced the most sperm per blow job. Vera decided to take the chance that Pamela would not this time get the green light after just two blow jobs so she would not herself submit to analysis her second blow to get a jump on Pamela for the third blow job.

Vera was slightly ahead of Pamela in completing each blow job. Out of the corner of her eye Pamela noticed that Vera neglected to analyze her tumbler after the second completed blow job but proceeded to suck on her third male cock. Pamela smiled inwardly and thought that was a mistake. 

However, when she placed her tumbler for analysis after the completion of her second blow job, the light remained blue as the registration was only 9.55. By this time Vera was so far ahead, and although Pamela gamely continued, Vera achieved her red light as Pamela's third gentleman started to erupt in her mouth.

Everyone cheered Vera's victory but lots came up to Pamela to express their condolences. Pamela graciously opined that the better woman had prevailed but next time she might suck less but suck more.

Vera's semi final opponent was Sally Browning. Sally had justifiably the reputation at TLR of being the finest at giving head. Every male member who had his cock sucked by Sally would always recall the moment fondly. However Sally's reputation was also based on her own genuine pleasure in fellatio. Within the confines of the contest, for the first three rounds, Sally was able to discipline herself to provide workman like service and was able to eke out the victories.

Unfortunately Sally's prospect for winning against Vera was doomed as her second male partner was, Charles Bingley. Sally, throughout the years had a particularly fond history of giving great head to him which resulted in mutually off the chart pleasures. Contest or no contest, Sally could not resist performing a tantalizing, slow moving, erotic blow job on Bingley's cock. Vera had already achieved her red light after her standard third blow job, before Bingley finally erupted in a euphoric cum filled explosion in Sally's mouth. Sally sighed as she believed she received a truly worthwhile compensation for not besting Vera.

The tournament had started about 7:00 PM and it was around 2:30, when the final contest for the championship occurred. Vera's opponent was Scarlett O'Hara, her riding companion to the ranch. Scarlett with steeled determination was able to utilize all her sexual skills to prevail in her previous three rounds, after having had a first round bye. Now the prize was in sight with only Vera to beat. This final contest was close. After two completed blow jobs, both Vera and Scarlett were virtually tied. The registration analysis showed each to have over 8ML of semen accumulated, so that the third blow job would be decisive.

Scarlett's male partner for this third blow job was Jed Baxter, and that doomed her. Scarlett had a strong partiality for Jed. To her mind he had to be one of the most if not the most desirable sex partner amongst the TLR membership. She had had sex with Jed three times previously and each time she was thoroughly satisfied. With his cock in her mouth vying for the title of "Blow Job Queen" of the TLR, Scarlett was in a high state of sexual euphoria. Unfortunately for Scarlett she was prone to breaking wind when she was completely aroused in ultimate sexual passion. Thus she farted and startled Jed enough to cause his cock to wilt, paving the way for an easy victory for Vera.

As soon as Vera achieved the red light signifying ultimate victory, she raised her hands high in the air like a winner of a prizefight. Coinciding with Vera's victory gesture, Kristina caused the recorded Rocky Theme music to be played. As Vera pranced around her stage in jubilation, Scarlett was sobbing, disappointed at her result; so close and yet no cigar.

Kristina handed over the prize; the gold plated body chain belt inscribed "Queen of Blow Jobs: Texas Love Ranch" with the date underneath. Vera promptly donned the belt as she looked forward to fucking with it on. Vera subsequently had the extraneous stars of the belt engraved with the names of her opponents and the men whose cocks she sucked to gain the victory. Kristina reminded Vera to see her before she left to return to Chicago . Pamela came up to Vera and informed:

"Wilbur Kuiper was my second blow job partner in my contest against you. He just has come up to me to apologize for not producing enough cum for me to get the green light. To make up for it he has promised that he would be able to provide the FUCK OF MY LIFE. 

I said talk is cheap and promises like that are easy to make but to deliver on it is another story. He then replied that as he knew I was a devotee to BDSM that he would offer to spank my bottom anew in addition to providing the FUCK OF MY LIFE. He went on to say that knowing I was a woman of integrity who would not cheat, he was quite prepared to accept BDSM punishment, if he failed to provide me with the FUCK OF MY LIFE. So I was intrigued and accepted his challenge."

Vera gasped:

"My goodness Pamela, judging by your still very red bottom, you had better hope he can't deliver on his boast."

Pamela snorted a reply:

"Pish posh! My ass no longer hurts and surely can tolerate a new spanking; especially as it means I'll be treated to the FUCK OF MY LIFE. Anyway Wilbur has gone to fetch an appropriate spanking paddle. I'm afraid I'm going to have to renege on further group sex with you. Somehow I don't think you will be too disappointed as you'll have Jed all to yourself."

Vera laughed as she agreed:

"Yes Jed alone with me will certainly float my boat. I sure hope he won't be disappointed in just having me to fuck, and I sure as hell hope he's not interested in fucking some other bitch at this orgy."

Pamela smirked at Vera's insincerity in her apprehension, but playing along replied:

"Hell Vera look around you! Apart from possibly Charlotte and I, there is no other woman here, that can hold a candle to your beauty and your victory of the chain belt is empirical evidence of your sexual prowess. If you exclusively want Jed your only problem will be to ward off attentions from the other men. Anyway I see Wilbur beckoning me so Ciao for now."

As Pamela left, Jed Baxter quickly appeared. He was in a lighthearted mood to congratulate Vera's success. So in a playful manner he elected to talk to her in a formal artificial manner:

"Well Ms Starikovich, before this weekend I was aware that you were a stellar accountant. This contest I just witnessed and participated in displayed other heretofore unknown skills which you seem to possess."

Vera laughed as she recognized Jed's quirky sense of humor and decided to... well humor him. So she replied:

"To state the obvious, or at least it should be obvious; the opportunity for me to exhibit such unknown skills or talents is necessarily somewhat limited in scope."

Jed chuckled and continued:

"Just so Ms Starikovich! I've had ample opportunity to adjudge your accounting skills accurately. However I've had little experience to assess your amatory skills fully."

Vera pretending to pout, and answered:

"So this afternoon's activity together with my newly acquired victory of the 'Quench Your Thirst' competition have not been spectacular enough for you to develop a favorable impression of these skills. I think I'm going to cry."

"Now don't despair Ms Starikovich. I think you've put the wrong emphasis on my remarks. Perhaps by analogy I can explain better where I'm coming from. If you are an NFL fan you might have been aware of the Bears opening day victory of 42-7 against the Minnesota Vikings. As convincing as that victory was it does not guarantee a winning season. It's only after some several games into the season when one can discern whether the Bears are truly a good team or not this year."

Vera was not an avid football fan, but ever since she found out about Larry Grant's success she naturally acquired more interest in following the NFL.

So she understood Jed's analogy and replied in kind:

"So Mr Baxter, you're saying you need more evidence to determine conclusively if I'm good in bed."

"Exactly so Ms Starikovich! One of the factors for my successes is that I do not rush to judgment and arrive at hasty conclusions. Mind you this afternoon's activity and your victory in this contest bode well for a favorable lasting impression."

"Well now my dear Mr Baxter, I sure would not want there to be any doubts as to my abilities in the lovemaking department. Therefore I'm prepared to submit myself to further testing. In this regard I would advise we've lost the companionship of Pamela Rose. She apparently accepted an offer she could not refuse."

Jed beamed as he answered:

"Delightful as Ms Rose is, it is your charms that I'm most interested in. At first blush I have to admit you appear to be the sexiest woman I've ever bedded. However, definitely more evidence is necessary to reinforce this observation."

Vera wondered about that last statement and the admission he unguardedly offered. It implied that Jed considered her to be better in bed than his wife. Vera knew that the gossip in Chicago was that Jed and Felicia had the perfect marriage. Certainly the party at Walter's house reinforced such belief in Vera's mind. This statement not only cast doubt about the perfection of his marriage, but also implied that he had had or does indeed still have several mistresses. Thus, there was a strong inference that Jed might be interested in an affair with her.

An affair with Jed would be Vera's current fondest dream and wish. She had assumed upon first spotting Jed here that he had come for relief from the tensions in his life. Undoubtedly given Jed's status and position, he was faced with constant pressures in his businesses. Thus sex at the Texas Love Ranch would be a way for him to let off some steam. 

From Vera's viewpoint she initially thought that the sex with Jed this weekend at this orgy would in essence be a one night stand; and of course she intended to make the most of it. However, now with the apparent possibility of starting an affair she was not going to let such opportunity slip by.

She now felt that he had adopted this artificially jocular conversation perhaps to hide his true desires from even himself. So to secure her ultimate desire she knew she should continue to mirror and match him. 

So she replied:

"Well then from what you say, it would appear that with just a little careful effort on my part, I might be a shoo-in to win the Jed Baxter's 'Best in Bed' sweepstakes. FYI as far as my "Best in Bed" category there have only been two gentlemen and they are now both dead. So based on this afternoon's activity I can assure you that you are definitely the best in my books".

Jed was caught a little off guard by that statement that he became more familiar with her. He said:

"You've only had two men in your life Vera? I guess this weekend has increased that total substantially considering the amount of cocks you sucked in winning this competition."

Vera blushed at his mistaken assumption of her previous observation. She corrected him:

"I guess I did not make myself clear. To be sure I've had lots of other men in my life, but there have only been two that have been worth my memory. With this afternoon's activity I can count you as my third Lothario and with the previous two now being dead you have a clear path to secure my heart."

Jed continued to keep the matter light so he observed:

"Hmm you've only had two serious lovers and I'm to be your third, but the other two are dead. Should I be worried? Are you cursed do you think?"

Vera giggled, happy in the thought that his words indicated that he was definitely contemplating an affair with her. She replied:

"I do believe you are safe. My first lover died under circumstances that were too unusual for me to worry about repetition. Now my second lover did die of a heart attack. However, I'm sure he was at least fifteen or maybe twenty years older than you, and needed to utilize Viagra to keep up with me. I've learned my lesson in that regard. If ever you need to resort to Viagra or its equivalent please let me know beforehand and I promise I'll tamp down my libido."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 15



Jed laughed at that and replied:

"You'll be pleased to know I'm in the habit of undergoing regular medical checkups and I have a clean bill of health. Should such unhappy day arrive where I find I can't keep up with you, I certainly would not stand in your way of supplementing your needs with others."

Vera beamed at that response as there was no ambiguity that Jed was obviously contemplating an affair with her. They had been automatically walking towards a bedroom during this entire conversation. They soon found one with an "empty" sign attached to the door; Jed turned the sign around to display "occupied" as they entered this room. 

Once inside they got onto the bed and started a long languorous kiss with mutual caressing. This kiss resembled their initial kiss they exchanged during the afternoon. At that time, Vera's mind was focused simply on the opportunity of having sex with Jed. This time with all indications suggesting that an affair was in the offing, Vera was enjoying the kiss as a presumed long time lover. Ergo this kiss was by definition better and Vera was purring.

Jed likewise was passionate in his kissing. Vera was the first woman since Felicia he unequivocally desired to make love to. All the other women he had fucked had either instigated the copulation or simply acquiesced to sex when he made a tepid overture for sex. 

Objectively it might be said Vera instigated sex like the countless other woman he had sex with but the difference was he wanted her body and soul. As he continued kissing her, a loving euphoria spread from his loins to throughout his body, and became omnipresent within him. He had never felt this euphoria except momentarily when he first had carnal knowledge of Felicia before he became aware of her aversion to sex.

As the kissing continued Jed had rolled on to his back and maneuvered Vera's full body to rest entirely on his frame. The press of her body on him, and especially the feel of her breasts and nipples squished on his chest, further enflamed his passion. His cock having naturally hardened to its limit, seemingly on its own sprung up, and found the entrance to her vagina. 

As Vera sensed the presence of his cock involuntarily invading her love canal, she tightened her muscles and effectively drew his cock further in her. Once his cock was fully inside they did not commence a common bump and grind motion. Instead with Jed immobile, Vera simply moved her cunt marginally along his shaft to produce an exquisite friction. 

The slow movement while their bodies remained essentially completely joined became very erotic. An all encompassing feeling of well being equally overcame them. For Jed the pressure of her body on him continuously reminded him that he had a woman in his grasp. Even though she was on top, with his arms around her he had the impression he was protecting her from all the dangers in the world.

Likewise Vera felt a complete union with him. With his cock in her she succumbed to his dominion over her. The slow tantalizing movement of their coitus ignited a smoldering fire of passion that previously been bottled up but now was released; and it was consuming all their senses. When Vera's inevitable orgasm overtook her it was unique. When she climaxed she felt like all her erotic sensations had been gathered in an imaginary piñata and was burst open by Jed's ejaculation. These sensations washed over and cleansed her from all the unsatisfactory sex she had endured. Normally she was very vocal in expressing her feelings of orgasm; but this time she just whimpered as her body shivered and tingled.

For Jed, his climax was also unique. As he had made little if any exertion during the intercourse, the buildup of his sperm in his testes were slow in developing. There was no urgency in his fucking but there was no boredom either. His emotions intensified as the sexual activity continued. The pent up excitement, though, did not result in an exploding ejaculation. Instead it felt like to him that his cock was in the grasp of something which was squeezing his semen out of it to spurt into Vera. Consequently he experienced equal parts of agonizing pain and of ecstatic pleasure. The experience was so bizarre he was always unable thereafter to discern whether he wished to repeat it.

Jed's climax was potent enough to leave him in a totally weakened state, that he fell asleep almost immediately with his cock still in her. Vera also succumbed and actually fell asleep on top of him. During the night without wakening, their bodies repositioned themselves for comfort but they remained entangled with each other. Also while still sleeping one of them pulled a bed sheet over themselves. 

Meanwhile Pamela caught up with Wilbur Kuiper and was pleased with the strap he had acquired. It was one of her favorite instrument she preferred to receive spanking. It produced a severe jolt of pain upon each stroke. It was a severe pain but one she could tolerate. What pleased her most was that at almost the moment the pain of the stroke reached its maximum intensity it was replaced magically by an exquisite feeling of red hot pleasure. She thus hoped he would succeed his boast.

She enjoyed being spanked rather than doing the spanking. Disciplining men really was not her cup of tea in sexual excitement, but upon reflection she wouldn't mind spanking her husband. But she knew Larry was not into kinky sex; hell he still had a ways to go to master foreplay 101. In any case this experience would be unique since she usually underwent discipline before sexual intercourse, not the other way around.

When Pamela and Wilbur entered an available bedroom, she was curious at his confidence of providing the Fuck of her Life. She reasoned as a member of the TLR he had to be aware of the quantity of sex she had experienced to date. So she said:

"Well Wilbur it is put up or shut up time. Talk is cheap. So you think you can still provide me with the Fuck of my Life?"

"I quite agree with you that talk is cheap and the proof of the fucking is in the fucking."

Pamela then responded:

"You have raised my hopes very high, so beware I'll be awfully disappointed if you do not come through. I intend to punish you thoroughly if you can't deliver your promise."

"Of course Pamela, and by the same token I shall be happy to spank you for doubting me. So let me get on the bed and you can then come sit on my lap."

Wilbur got on the bed and sat upright on the bed. By his direction Pamela sat upon him facing him. He inserted his cock into her vagina to initiate an all embracing sitting sexual intercourse. He embraced her; holding her head to kiss her with his other hand on her back to maintain complete upper body contact. She in turn clasped him to her in a similar fashion. She crossed her legs behind him to further secure his body to her.

Pamela had to admit this was a new sexual position which she had not previously experienced; and she like it. By maintaining kissing during the sex her mind drifted off to a sexual heavenly reality. In the real world Wilbur Kuiper was a non-descript person. Pamela would not have noticed him in a crowd of three men. However with her eyes closed, kissing him while fucking him, in the heavenly realty, he was the man of her dreams.

With such a mindset, delicious sensations of pleasure overwhelmed her. The position compelled a wavy motion sensation to the physical exertion which induced pleasure waves to course throughout the body. She started panting before he started ejaculating. When he did start to ejaculate, he was shooting spurts of cum into her cunt. Each spurt of semen, touching the walls of her vaginal canal, felt red hot. It made her imagine that she was being pelted by pieces of volcanic lava. Her orgasm forced her to hyperventilate something fierce. For relief she slumped to him and clung to him to wait out her passion.

As soon as Wilbur sensed her recovering her normal breathing, he enquired:

"Well Pamela what do you say? Was this not the Fuck of your life?"

In answer Pamela wordlessly disengaged herself from him, and got off the bed. She grabbed the spanking strap off the table where he had left it. She handed the strap to him as she got back on the bed. With her head flat on a pillow, she positioned her body at 45 degrees angle with her ass prominently sticking up in the air.

Wilbur got off the bed to position himself to comfortably spank her. He applied the spanking blows with as much force as he could muster. Pamela could tolerate a lot of pain but she was unable to restrain her vocal cords in reaction to the blows she received. As a result she screamed at each blow giving the impression she was being tortured beyond her limit. 

Wilbur though was aware of Pamela's reputation for BDSM so he was undeterred by her screams. He knew that he was more likely to exhaust himself by his exertions before Pamela would be genuinely begging him to stop. As it was her ass was soon bleeding from his blows so he was compelled to stop by TLR rules. When he stopped, Pamela got off the bed and kissed him saying:

"Thank you for my punishment; I've been a bad girl. You're the man, Wilbur."

Then Pamela dropped to her knees sitting her blood stained ass on her calves. She took his cock into her mouth and gave him head. Once he ejaculated into her mouth she felt at peace and happily got onto the bed and fell asleep.

When Vera and Jed awakened in each other's arms, they indulged in a morning fuck. They fucked lying on their sides with Vera's back to him. She raised her outward leg high to provide easier access. She grunted as each stroke penetrated her vagina. He had started fucking when she was relatively dry but she soon was soaking wet. She became so wet that sloshing sounds in her vagina were unmistakably audible. They soon simultaneously climaxed concluding for Vera a wonderful sexual weekend.

They showered together and played with each other's genitals ostensibly to achieve complete cleanliness. The play in the shower prompted Vera to give a blow job as the water kept flowing on them. Of course the culmination of such activity required some more cleaning before they finally completed their shower. Jed had to leave by then as there was a pressing social/business engagement he had to get to in Chicago that night. He promised Vera he would get in touch with her the next morning (i.e. Monday) to set things up. He left it up in the air by what he meant by "things", but Vera had a pretty good idea.

When Vera got dressed she was directed to Kristina's office in the staff building. When she arrived, she was startled to see Kristina sitting behind her office desk on her chair, ostensibly thoroughly engaged in administrative duties, but naked. Her nudity was incongruous considering that everyone else in the building was dressed. Vera wondered if Kristina had meant for her to arrive naked, so she asked:

"I'm sorry Kristina, I was under the impression you wanted to see me, just before I departed."

Understanding the point of Vera's quandary, Kristina replied:

"Just so. Oh don't mind me, I'm naked most of the time for convenience. But rest assured I do own some clothes."

At this point Vera said: 

"Well I do not like discussions where there is a disparity between the speakers. So I'm going to take off my clothes to be equal with you."

Vera then in fact did remove all her clothes letting it puddle at her feet as she then sat down to face Kristina. Kristina was amused at Vera's sensibility but also admired her forthrightness. Yes she knew she was definitely going to like this Vera Starikovich. 

So Kristina asked:

"Well Vera I certainly admire that you address your concerns rather than stew in them. So tell me now how did you enjoy your visit?"

"Oh I had a blast! I couldn't have been more pleased. I'm thrilled to have won the blow job competition, and I know I'll treasure the body chain belt and will love wearing it when I fuck."

"Of course Vera. Now then, I take it you would like to become a member?"

"Certainly! Mind you I may be embarking on an affair so I might not be utilizing the premises as much as I thought I would want to when I first contacted you."

"I presume you are referring to Jed Baxter. Your coupling with him has certainly drawn attention, considering he is such a rich man."

"Oh it's not his money that attracts me. It's his cock."

Kristina laughed and proceeded:

"Well even if you do have a relationship with him the two of you might still wish to partake in some goings-on here. Hell we have a certain amount of committed couples, legally married as well as others, who nevertheless attend here sometimes together, sometimes separately."

"Well I certainly wouldn't mind being here whether or not I'm in a committed relationship."

Kristina then outlined her reason to see her:

"Excellent Vera. Now I want to be frank with you. You being a friend of a friend of my daughter is not the reason I was inclined to grant quickly your wish to be here. I had you investigated as you indicated you were an accountant. I was truly pleased what my investigation revealed. According to the report despite only five years out of school you have the reputation of being one of the finest accountants in Chicago, and that you have no equal to your specialty as a forensics accountant.

Your reputation was solidified in an assignment for Baxter and Sons. Your work was sufficiently proficient that Jed switched his accounting needs to your newly started firm. I've known Jed Baxter personally and professionally for at least 15 years, and I've known him to an exceptional businessman. He would not make such a change unless he was convinced of your professional skills. So needless to say I'm very impressed."

Vera demurred:

One is always pleased to be lauded for one's professional skills."

Kristina continued:

"Well you can deduce that I'm telling you all this because I'm in the market for a new accountant. My current accountants have become lackadaisical and I suspect my books are not in order. I'm not sure that I'm a victim of embezzlement like Jed found himself; probably not since I have so fewer employees than Jed has. Still certain things are not right.

My accounting needs are also a little peculiar because of the nature of my business. I do not operate an illegal business per se but still there are enough inherent legal hassles that for prudent reasons certain bribery of certain government officials is necessary to ensure a smooth operation. 

Of course outright bribery of government officials is illegal but there are legitimate business expenses to get around such distasteful terminology. For example the sheriff of the county is an elective office so he needs campaign donations to win an election. Similarly the chief of police of a local community is appointed by the community's mayor who also needs campaign donations to secure his elected position."

Vera interjected:

"I thoroughly understand your situation and I can foresee the scope of your problems. Exactly where do you think I would fit in?"

"John William St Clair and I are the principal owners with me managing the day to day business. We have three silent partners whose sole duties are to identify necessary government officials whose palms need to be greased and see to it. It is this area where I believe my problems lie.

Because of your success with Jed I'm certain you would be able to uncover unnecessary expenses that have been expended so that I'm sure you will save me a hell a lot of money."

Vera pointed out:

"You know that my office is in Chicago."

Kristina snorted:

"So my office is here in the wilderness. It takes me an hour to get to Dallas. I understand that it is only a two and half hour flight from Dallas to Chicago. So I can't see that such inconvenience is all that great. Besides if things work out you may need to open an office here in Dallas after all. I've never been to Chicago but I understand it is a hell a lot colder than Dallas, so you might consider moving here."

Now it was Vera's turn to snort:

"I'm originally from Mississippi and I sure don't miss the humid sultry unbearable heat of the summers. I don't mind the cold winters at all."

Kristina continued:

"Each to his or her own I guess. Anyway if you do take the assignment naturally there will be perks for you as a member here. Not only would you become an instant member, but you would enjoy the privilege of attending any orgy you wish not just the ones you are normally scheduled for. Right now the only member who has that privilege is Pamela Rose and she pays extra for such privilege. You would only be charged regular club fees."

Vera answered:

"Great on both accounts. I like the professional challenge inherent in trying to save you money. And I'm sure I'll enjoy all my visits to the TLR"

With that Vera and Kristina got into an extensive business discussion to get the ball rolling so that Vera could take over the accounting needs of the Texas Love Ranch. When they were finished Vera dressed and left to catch the limo ride to the Dallas Airport. She was all smiles. It was hard for her to contain her excitement. She couldn't have imagined a more successful weekend.

Once back in Chicago, the effects of the weekend were almost immediately put into play. Kristina was constantly on the telephone to give instructions. The takeover of the accounting needs of the TLR was soon completed. Vera quickly proved her worth to Kristina. Within a month of scrupulously examining the books and with Vera checking out the Texas authorities, she was able to irrefutably uncover the cheating the silent partners had inflicted on Kristina.

In addition to her accounting skills, Vera had the personality to disarm every business acquaintance she encountered to bend over backwards to accommodate her. It would seem at first blush that Kristina would need to retain her silent partners who would have the clout and network friends to make things difficult should she wish to dispense with their services. However Vera quickly had in her corner all the Texan officials that would protect the TLR from any perceived legal hassle to quickly render the silent partners ineffective.

Although the silent partners did nothing criminal; or at least there was not enough evidence to indict them for their activities, still they had acted unethically sufficient enough that Vera and her new found Texan friends could make life difficult for them. Thus the three silent partners gave up the ghost and went away without retaliation. 

Ergo the firm of Starikovich, Snyder and Company replaced the silent partners to complete a win-win situation. Vera's firm was able to gain unexpected revenue which catapulted the new firm to the rank of the up and coming accounting firm in Chicago. As Vera's firm charged reasonable rates, carried on that aspect of Kristina's business effectively, and did not cheat, Kristina saved tons of money to substantially increase her net worth.

Hannah Rose did contact Vera to transfer Pamela Rose's business concerns to Vera's firm. As Hannah was getting on in years and had a peculiarly sporadic but ongoing affair with man 21 years her junior, she was interested in retiring. With the monies she had personally accumulated she was in a position to pursue a more hedonistic lifestyle which would suit her just fine. Upon meeting her Hannah was impressed with Vera and knew she could trust her with her daughter's monies and career. Soon Hannah turned over everything to Vera allowing her to manage Pamela's career and act as her agent in addition to managing her monies, which actually Walter did. 

The most important personal consequence as a result of the TLR visit for Vera was Jed Baxter. He was definitely overwhelmed by Vera. As soon as he fucked her he knew he wanted her; hell he needed her. He knew already she had one of the sharpest minds, male or female; he had ever been acquainted with. But for her to be as sexual as she was blew his mind. She was definitely one helluva woman. One he needed. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 15



He knew with her he required no other mistresses. Hell, he didn't even need to frequent the Texas Love Ranch since the sex there could not be better than what Vera provided. By confining his sexual needs to Vera the possibility of public exposure of his infidelity was minimized.

In accordance with his wife's wishes not to allow his extramarital sex exposed to the public, he had decided not to have sex in Chicago or its adjacent suburbs with the idea that if seen with another woman not his wife outside Chicago circumstances could be more easily explained away.

With Vera there was an even more foolproof safeguard to hide his proposed affair from public discovery. Her office was in the Sears Tower and so was his. 

He had a room adjacent to his office with contained bathroom and shower facilities along with a closet. That room also had a futon that could easily convert into a bed. He had originally ordered such constructed room with the idea to allow him to comfortably stay overnight there for those occasions where he needed to work extensive hours at the office. Of course such occasions rarely occurred but when it did it proved to be quite a convenience. This room was also useful to seat important clients comfortably until he could see them in his main office.

As he saw it, since Vera was now the accountant for Baxter and Sons, what could be more natural than her being summoned to his office near the end of the business day to go over some accounting problem that had arisen. Once the business day ended and his employees were leaving for the day, they would not be particularly concerned nor even notice that Vera was still in his office. Of course he would give her keys to his office so he need not resort to this ruse all the time. He would simply buzz her office to advise when the coast was clear and she could come to see him.

The beauty of his plan was that he would never be caught in company with Vera. He and she would arrive separately in the building one day and would leave separately the next day. No one would the wiser that the two of them spent the night in the building. Considering the amount of people working in the building it was impossible to track down when a regular tenant entered and exited the building during normal hours of the day.

The only concern might have been the maintenance personnel who normally cleaned his offices after midnight. However for some reason he could not remember the why, the contracting cleaning company had an agreement that his offices would be cleaned between 5-6 PM on Wednesdays. So therefore, Wednesday would be the ideal day of the weak to have Vera to himself from early Wednesday evening to Thursday morning.

So Jed contacted her that Monday morning to invite her for lunch. During the meal he outlined his plan for an affair. Vera acquiesced to his plan but she had inwardly mixed emotions. The plan seemed so cold calculated to her. At first blush his planning was no different in motive than the arrangement she had had with Richard Snyder.

However with Richard there was an air of excitement in their affair. Each of them had to exert themselves to get to each other's rendezvous point. Half the time it involved her travelling a distance of some 240 plus miles and such effort made the anticipation of ensuing sex special. There was a romantic element to conduct such an affair since they lived so many miles apart. 

But Jed's plan yuk! Having sex where one works when no one is around has to be a downer. It is one thing to have a clandestine sexual episode at work during working hours where the risk of discovery would lend some excitement to the coupling. It is even another thing to have sex at work when no one is around and one surrenders to passion and could not restrain themselves. However to deliberately plan on sex at such an unromantic venue as one's office because of convenience smacks of crass opportunism at its worst.

The other negative thing that struck Vera about his plan was that it was a totally sexual undertaking without a hint of romance. Even during Richard's affair, Richard and she at least took an hour and a half break to have a meal at the hotel's restaurant. But in Jed's plan they would not be exciting the building for a meal at nearby restaurant or even at a restaurant in the building because the idea was to keep their presence in the building secret. So Jed envisioned they would order takeout food like pizza at 5 PM. This struck Vera as juvenile.

However balanced against Vera's perceived negative impression of a cheap shoddy affair was the fact that there would be sex. And it would be good sex! Why it would even be great sex! And it would be Jed Baxter; hands down her best lover to date. Yes Rodney Parker was great but she only had the one night with him. Yes Richard Snyder was great but he could not last and keep up with her as evidenced by his heart attack. Vera was a little ashamed of such a mean spirited sentiment but she could not deny her feelings.

Vera knew she was getting ahead of herself especially considering that she had only expected a one night stand type of encounter with him when she first spotted him at the orgy. However as he had gone so far as to establish a routine for an ongoing affair, she was disappointed at his complacency. It was clear from his body language he was confident that she would readily agree to his proposal. 

What was more disturbing by his demeanor was the fact that he did not even pretend to offer the possibility of expansion of their affair. Vera's immediate new ultimate ambition would not be that Jed divorce his wife and marry her. Vera really was not interested in mingling with the highest of societies that Jed belonged to. However considering the lowering moral standards of today's societies whereby troubled marriages amongst the famous are recognized and more easily tolerated, Vera felt it would not be unrealistic of her to aspire to become the publically acknowledged mistress or girlfriend of Jed Baxter even while he remained married to Felicia.

Such status would give her a dignity that she would be satisfied with. It would complement her financial and professional successes. She knew she would have arrived and would have definitely surpassed the goals she had set out for herself while a little girl bristling at the rural tedium of living in Crystal Springs, MS.

As she reached at this critical thinking process she chastised herself again for getting ahead of herself. There was undeniably going to be regular ongoing sexual activity, the frequency of which she had never enjoyed with anyone. True her affair with Richard lasted some four years, still she only saw him four times a year. She was going to see and have sex with Jed one day every week. There would be plenty of time to turn Jed's regard of her from a regular fuck buddy to his other significant other. Yes time was on her side and she was confident of her sexual prowess.

And so Vera alerted the Excalibur St household and Natasha that henceforth she would not be coming home on Wednesday nights. As Natasha was now fifteen years old there was really no inconvenience to Ruth and Alisha of Vera's absence. Jed likewise informed his wife that he would be absent on Wednesday nights. As he had an understanding with his wife, she did not require elaboration.

The affair turned out to be sexually exciting; everything Vera would wish for in sexual pleasure and then some. The first Wednesday night went as envisioned by Jed without a hitch. Vera duly arrived at Jed's office at a quarter to five in answer to a summons to over some accounts. As the meeting seemed to become prolonged takeout food was ordered. Soon about 6:30 PM, Jed and Vera were the only two persons left in the entire floor comprising the offices of Baxter and Sons.

Having resolved the business problems they naturally migrated to the special room. For appropriate ambience, Jed turned on recorded music of lush erotic melodies that had the designed purpose of increasing one's libido. 

As Jed was simply standing, Vera slipped to her knees and extracted his cock from the confines of his pants. She inserted his penis in her mouth and commenced a slow languorous fellatio.

The feel of his cock in her mouth produced an unbelievably erotic image for Vera. Despite her initial negative reaction of contemplating having sex in his office, now that she was actually having sex in the office coupled with the enticing background music all annoying sentiments dissipated. Instead the pleasure of his cock in her mouth brought out up all the raw emotions she had experienced whenever she had enjoyable sex.

The intimacy of having Jed's penis in her mouth was a huge turn on considering how much she admired him outside of sexual considerations. He was a great man and this fact elevated her own self esteem, as she believed herself to be in his league. Such heady thoughts caused her to climax before he ejaculated. 

When he did she experienced yet another round of euphoria as she had been eagerly anticipating tasting his cum. Vera truly loved the taste of semen, and no doubt this was a factor in her winning the "Quench Your Thirst" competition at the orgy. She thought it was fortunate for her that Jed had not been one the males she serviced in the contests since she probably she would have been prone to savor the taste of his cum like Sally Browning did. Yes her opponent would have beaten her when she would be sucking Jed's cock . Since there was no such pressure here, Vera took the time to truly enjoy his semen in her mouth. She slowly inhaled the fumes from the odor of his cum. The smell of his cum produced a highly heady euphoria in her brain. She deliberately made a point of sloshing his semen in her mouth simulating a wine tasting procedure, but of course she did not spit out his cum. Instead she deliberately swallowed small amounts at a time to allow his cum to trickle down her throat slowly. This maneuver prolonged her enjoyment of the flavor of his sperm. 

She had carefully allowed his cock to slip out of her mouth and she held his rod upward to prevent any errant drop of cum to fall onto the floor. As soon as she had imbibed a sufficient amount to almost empty her mouth, she reinserted his cock into her mouth. With her tongue she carefully licked and slurped up the last vestiges of sperm on his cockhead as well on the sides of his shaft. She then visibly gulped down all the remaining semen in her mouth and burped at the end. As she released his cock she was pleased to see he still retained a serviceable erection.

She sported a wicked smile as she looked up to him and said huskily:

"My Jed that sure hit the spot! But I see that you are ready for some more action so let me get out of my clothes to accommodate you."

With that, Vera got up to divest herself of her clothes to quickly become naked. Jed had to gasp as Vera truly had a gorgeous female body. Of course he had seen her naked in Dallas, but still every new sighting of her nude invariably aroused him. To complete the erotic sight, Vera was adorned with the TLR body chain belt around her middle, already completely engraved. As a member of the TLR, Jed was cognizant of the significance of TLR body chain belts generally and of course he personally knew the circumstances of Vera acquiring her chain. 

The sight of the body chain belt on her naked waist was a turn on in of itself. However given the history of the acquisition of the belt made Vera totally alluring. Despite having just finished a super duper ejaculation, his cock hardened. He was steel hard and could not have been harder had this been his initial erection.

He growled as he needed to fuck Vera; he desperately needed to fuck her. He almost ripped his clothes as he hurried to get naked.They had not yet converted the futon into the bed but there was sufficient room on it to accommodate them for sexual intercourse. With the urgency to fuck so powerful in his psyche, he took her without taking the time to open up the futon for a more comfortable coitus. 

They were fucking on their sides with him behind her and against the back of the futon. To ease access to her vagina she had raised her outward leg as high as she could and kept it in that position unmindful of the fatigue for doing so.

With the intensity of their passion so paramount in their minds the discomfort they would have usually noticed did not register in their brains. As Vera was as anxious for the sex as he was, she was compelled to grunt earthily and very loudly at each thrust of his cock. He likewise grunted in an animal like fashion. They simultaneously climaxed before the fatigue from their awkward positions would have naturally overcome them.

They were then able to calm down with their sexual passion temporarily satisfied. The ensuing night remained exciting throughout. They found each other to be voracious in their sexual appetites for each other. They couldn't get enough of each other. That night was continuously exciting and in the morning when she finally returned to her office, she still did not feel she was satiated. Unbelievably she thought she needed more sex and regretted that the exigencies of returning to work required that their fucking cease. 

Vera initially had been apprehensive of the possibility of boredom setting in. She would have thought they could not just fuck all the time albeit interspersed with some conversation. She did have the precedence of the sexual marathons with Richard, but the distinction was that those sexual occasions were spaced three months apart. With such time interval, it was more conducive to undergo and toleraste twenty hour plus sexual sessions. 

With Jed, though she was fucking him every week. And yet there was no boredom. The virtual nonstop sex just did not pale. Almost invariably she felt she wanted more at the end of each session and the next Wednesday could not arrive soon enough for her. Yes the affair was torrid. As hot as she could possibly have imagined and her initial fears and apprehensions were soon forgotten.

During their in between sex conversations, Vera came to learn of Felicia's sexual inadequacies. Comforted by the knowledge that Jed's wife was no competition to her sexually, Vera concluded that her desire to become Jed's publically acknowledged mistress was now inevitable. 

It was just a matter of time and Vera was patient.



Mothers and Daughters Ch. 16



Felicia Alice Baxter (née Carter) was not a happy camper. Almost from the date when Jed and Vera returned from the TLR orgy and started their torrid affair, Felicia had full knowledge of it. Her knowledge was not based on a surmise attributable to her woman's intuition. Nor was her awareness of the affair based on speculating the suspicious change of his habit of staying overnight at his office every Wednesday night. No her knowledge of their affair was based on concrete evidence of its existence.

Shortly before she made that explicit agreement with Jed that she would not complain about any of his extramarital sex so long as he avoided public scandal, she had engaged the services of Ellery Snodgrass, who proved to be a remarkably proficient private investigator. She engaged his services so that she could keep tabs on her husband's extramarital sex life. Felicia's purpose was not to accumulate salacious evidence to support a lucrative divorce settlement. The last thing she wanted was a divorce from Jed Baxter.

As far as Felicia was concerned, there was no more desirable situation in life for her than to be married to Jed Baxter. His qualities both pragmatically and emotionally would appeal to even the most discerning female seeking the ideal husband. First of all he was wealthy. Not only was he the richest man in Chicago but he ranked amongst the wealthiest in the entire world. His wealth of course initiated from his father but within the first five years of becoming the CEO of Baxter and Sons companies, he increased his personal fortune twentyfold. Every year thereafter no matter the general economy of the United States he would always increase his net worth.

His enormous wealth made him prominent and influential both in general high society as well as in the political world although he had no ambitions for political office. He was prominent not just in Chicago, not just in the United States, but he was prominent worldwide. For example if he found himself in England and wanted to meet or dine with the Queen or the Prime Minster the doors would be open for him to do so.

Likewise while visiting most other countries even those that were not particularly friendly towards the United States, the movers and shakers of those countries clamored to entertain him during his stay in their country. As for the United States, no matter who the President was or of which Party, if Jed wanted to attend or have a social evening at the White House he could easily secure an invitation.

Such international and national prominence of course made Jed virtually a god in Chicago. They were the first couple of the city. No important social event in Chicago was considered a success if it did not include the Baxters in attendance. As Jed's wife, Felicia was the second most admired and recognizable woman in Chicago, behind only Oprah Winfrey of course. And even Oprah would pay deference to Felicia whenever they were seen together in public. These were heady perks indeed to being the wife of Jed Baxter; and Felicia enjoyed them all.

Although her father had criminally molested her for several years, he did instill knowledge of the niceties of proper behavior and female duties in high society. Consequently Felicia was in her element as Jed's wife, and proved to be perfect for him. He sincerely acknowledged to her that he appreciated her social skills, and could not ask for better in this regard.

Usually those women who were labeled as "trophy wives" of rich men only had their physical beauty to recommend them. In other matters such as decorum and conversations in society, they were dreadfully lacking and continuously embarrassing their husbands in public. Felicia on the other hand was as beautiful if not prettier than a typical "trophy wife", but she also possessed superlative social skills that served her well in the highest social settings. 

During the one time that the Baxters were amongst the guests at a dinner party with the Queen of England, Felicia's comportment was so delightful and engaging that the Queen felt compelled to give her a sincere compliment. Felicia never embarrassed Jed.

Setting aside the material advantages of her marriage, Jed Baxter was unbelievably handsome. Coupled with his physical good looks; he had the most winning personality that would make any woman weaken to his charms. Felicia swore that if he was the poorest man on earth he could still lure any woman to surrender her body to him. She was therefore especially gratified that he chose her above all others to be his wife and she was well aware how fortunate she was.

By far in Felicia's eyes, the greatest and most important virtue Jed possessed was the fact that he loved her; genuinely loved her. She couldn't be more grateful and his love for her was certainly the most satisfactory aspect of her life. She was naturally in love with him in return. Consequently her marriage was a paramount concern to her and she was determined to preserve it at all costs.

Felicia was a very intelligent woman and so was very cognizant of the one troubling aspect of their marriage and its potential to sabotage it: i.e. her frigidity. Right from the get-go she tried everything she could think of to overcome her aversion to sex. She had hoped that when she first got pregnant, the joy of becoming a mother would subconsciously remove her aversion. But it was not to be and her second pregnancy did not do the trick either. 

She never refused Jed sex, partly in the hopes that eventually her body had to become used to frequent sexual intercourse. Her terror for sex surely would have to dissipate. It did not happen. Forget the fact that she never had an orgasm but she never even got aroused. Everything Jed tried in foreplay proved to be an anathema to her. She was always dry in her vagina and every sexual intercourse was physically painful. 

She tried professional therapy with the best reputed sex therapist in Chicago, Dr Janet Bivens, but to no avail. Not surprisingly the frequency of their sex decreased; drastically so after the birth of their daughter. At first blush, Felicia felt relief in not requiring to perform what had become a distasteful wifely duty. However she also knew this was a wake-up call in that unless something was done their marriage would eventually disintegrate.

She feared and suspected that the partial curtailment of sex was a signal that Jed was now cheating on her. Thus she hired Ellery Snodgrass to first ascertain if that was truly the case. She had a faint hope that perhaps Ellery's investigation just might reveal that he was not cheating but simply that his libido had waned and his desire for sex had weakened. She had read somewhere that men lose interest in sex quicker than women. If that were indeed the case she certainly could put up with the rare sexual intercourse and all would be well. 

That hope was truly in vain. Felicia was somewhat surprised to learn how much extramarital sex Jed actually did engage in during the six month time period covered by Ellery's initial investigation. During those six months Jed had gone to Dallas twice to participate in orgies at the sex club, the Texas Love Ranch. In addition he had fucked three other women in Chicago with various frequencies.

There was some silver lining in all the bad news of Ellery's report. As Felicia saw it, the TLR activity was not much of a threat to their marriage since it was just a venue for satisfying carnal lusts as opposed to the starting point for an affair of the heart. All of the three Chicago women seemed to be the instigators of their mini affairs with Jed and the same were ended as soon as Jed got bored with them, and he simply ignored them thereafter. And he got bored with them rather quickly.

Still Felicia knew that nothing good results from clandestine adultery, and something had to be done. She of course knew that expecting and demanding fidelity from him was a zero sum game for her. If he did remain faithful as a result of her insistence he would surely develop a hatred towards her for being deprived of a real sexual need. If he was unfaithful despite her demand for exclusivity he would harbor guilt feelings which in turn would develop to the same hatred towards her. Once such hatred no matter the scenario would take hold, it would only be a matter of time before the marriage would dissolve.

So Felicia took the pragmatic step in consulting Jed, and conducting a very frank and deliberate discussion. Admitting to her lack of libido as being the sole cause of their unhappy sex life, she gave him explicit permission to have sex outside of their marriage with only the caveat that he be circumspect and not bring public scandal or shame to their marriage. 

She intimated that her love was so strong that she would not be hurt by his having sex with other women since this was something she could not supply. She was lying of course because her knowledge of his adultery sure did hurt. She was mortified to find herself in a position where she was forced to condone and to even encourage adultery by her husband. But it was her cross to bear.

This blunt agreement did provide some solace for Felicia, and of course for Jed as well. Jed needed sex but he truly loved Felicia so he certainly had had vague guilt feelings when he fucked another woman or attended the sex orgies at the TLR. However, with it out in the open that he now had explicit permission to have sex with other women, he was able to easily subdue any lingering guilt feelings. This removal of guilt caused him to be grateful and prone to please Felicia even more. As a result he was very attentive to her and to her feelings.

With their understanding, he seriously considered Felicia's sound advice for caution. He had to acknowledge that nothing more would make a paparazzi's day then having a compromising photo of him with a woman not his wife. At least if he was outside the city of Chicago even if only in a suburb, when such photos might be snapped some easy explanation can be conjured to dent any potential scandal. However if such photos were taken in Chicago where his wife resided it would be much more difficult to explain away. Thus Jed made the decision to henceforth have no extramarital sex in the city.

The arrangement certainly made Felicia feel more secure but she dared not to let it all fall into chance and hope for the best. Instead she continued to employ Ellery Snodgrass on a permanent retainer. Again Felicia's purpose was not to secure evidence to hold against Jed but to have information on his women so she could nip any potential problems in the bud. Her intentions were if any affair of Jed had the potential of causing scandal or threatening destruction of her marriage she would have knowledge from which she could utilize to rectify the situation and preserve her marriage.

One example of the efficacy of her vigilance was the case of an attractive weather girl employed by one of the Chicago local television channels. Ellery's investigation revealed that this bimbo had been boasting to her friends that she had a secret prominent lover and as soon as she would lure him away from his wife she would shock the world. The situation was getting dicey as her friends suspected she must be referring to Jed Baxter, given the hints she revealed to them.

At least the weather girl was smart enough not to actually identify him as she knew she would be unceremoniously dumped by him. In any case, luckily Jed's reputation was so unsullied that her friends did not believe she was actually having an affair with him but was merely hoping to start one.

Before the situation could get out of hand Ellery had uncovered an unexpurgated video of the clearly unmistakable weather girl having sex with a former boyfriend. Under Felicia's instructions Ellery arranged for the video to be available for circulation amongst various internet sites causing a minor tabloid scandal in Chicago. The tart was summarily fired by her employer and was never heard from again.

Another example of the usefulness of employing Snodgrass to keep tabs on Jed was the case of an attractive attorney. This woman was employed by the law firm that Jed used for all legal businesses of his companies, and this was a rare situation where Jed made the first move to initiate their affair. It soon became evident from Snodgrass' continuing investigation that Jed was becoming tired of her, and was contemplating dumping her. However, also evident from Snodgrass' reports, the woman was not going to be so easy to get rid of. Unlike most of the bimbos Jed had affairs with; this woman had apparently fallen deeply in love with Jed so that it was unlikely she would go away quietly.

Thus, Felicia took matters into her own hands and arranged a luncheon date with the besotted female. On that occasion Felicia laid her cards on the table and convinced the attorney that she had no future with Jed. For compensation Felicia had the woman come to a low key dinner event at her home where there were some suitable eligible bachelors invited for her to meet. 

Sure enough nature took its course, and a spark of love interest ignited between Sam Crawford, the Chief Financial Officer for Baxter and Sons, and this woman. The initial mutual infatuation soon turned into love and from there into an exclusive serious relationship. They got married within six months of that first meeting at the Baxter mansion. Unfortunately for the attorney Sam had a darker side unbeknownst to her. To the shock of all of his friends, acquaintances and co-workers, he turned out to be the embezzler of the significant funds who was uncovered by Vera's forensics accountancy assignment.

Thus with the help of Snodgrass' investigations, Felicia's vigilance was able to keep the lid on Jed's secret extramarital sex life. As a result no one, not even the closest of their friends or relatives had any idea of it. However, the applecart was upset when Ellery produced the report on Jed and Vera. Felicia was distraught.

Felicia knew that Vera was no bimbo like most of Jed's other lovers, and she knew Jed had a very high regard for her. Unlike the other bimbos who pursued Jed from the get-go, he met Vera in course of actually retaining her for his business. Apparently Vera proved to be so competent in the assignment that Jed decided to switch accountants and retain Vera for his business accounting needs.

Felicia was well aware of Jed's exceptional business acumen and that his business decisions and judgments were absolutely sound, and not affected by biases. He would not switch his accountancy needs from a highly regarded international accounting firm to Vera on a whim. To make the switch Jed would have had to have been convinced of Vera's superiority.

To top it all off, Jed had accepted the invitation to attend Vera's party to celebrate the opening of her firm. Jed's prominence meant that he was constantly besieged to accept all kinds of social engagements and consequently he had to turn down a vast majority of them. Thus to agree to attend Vera's party in lieu of two other vastly more important social functions that Jed had been invited to that night, was an unmistaken signal of how highly he regarded her, professionally.

When Felicia attended the party, she was totally shocked at how beautiful Vera was. Her reaction was not based on any sexist preconceived notion that a beautiful woman cannot be a successful and competent professional. After all Felicia was gorgeous herself and certainly was as competent and as sharp as any person, man or woman. Instead Felicia had a preconceived notion of a stereotypical accountant. Felicia imagined all accountants to be drab, boring and anal retentive. With such mindset it was inconceivable to her that an accountant, male or female could be an attractive person.

Felicia intellectually realized that such generalization was unfair, unsound and inaccurate but still an inborn prejudice is hard to shake. Thus, Vera's physical features and personality was absolutely at odds with what Felicia had anticipated prior to meeting her.

Not surprisingly, upon seeing Vera for the first time, Felicia wondered if there was a sexual interest to account for Jed's business favoritism. However upon close observation throughout the evening Felicia could detect no regard between them. Felicia had been relieved since she knew Vera would be a formidable rival if Jed showed any interest towards her.

Naturally Felicia turned sick when receiving Ellery's report. She felt that she had been duped at the party, although Ellery's report clearly concluded that there had been no mutual sexual interest between them prior to their meeting at the TLR orgy. Still the orgy occurred within two weeks of the party so Felicia was suspicious. What was truly devastating in Ellery's report was the inclusion of the video of Jed and Vera at the orgy.

During his various investigations of Jed at the Texas Love Ranch orgies, Ellery Snodgrass had befriended an unscrupulous employee named Ivan Croft; and as a result had obtained some useful information. From Croft, Ellery had learned of the threesome sex between Jed, Vera and Pamela and that the sex had been recorded at the behest of Pamela Rose.

In his line of work, Ellery had acquired some useful albeit criminal skills that facilitated his investigations. Accordingly, Ellery broke into Pamela's California mansion and located the safe which contained her collection of her personal erotica. It was child's play for Ellery to extract the incriminating video, make a copy of it and return the original to Pamela's safe without the latter ever being aware that she had been compromised.

Felicia was aghast at viewing the video, and she was absolutely shocked by Vera's brazen sexuality. Never in her wildest imaginations had she contemplated the possibility of such sexual acts that she saw Vera do. She could not even fathom the joy Vera exhibited while doing what Felicia considered as depraved acts. Even more disturbing was that Jed seemed to be enthralled and enamored of Vera and her sexuality. Worse yet, even though Pamela Rose was also a participant in the sexual activity, it was obvious the chemistry of the hot sex was between Jed and Vera solely. 

The longer Felicia considered the report the more worried she became. How to nip this problem in the bud was proving to be elusive to her. The weather girl solution really would not work this time around. For one thing unlike the weather girl, whom Jed had no concern for and thus did not protest her demise, he did have a high regard for Vera. Felicia knew Jed would be totally incensed if a similar fate that did the weather girl in would happen to befell on Vera. No doubt he would suspect her of her complicity and be offended at the public exposure. That in turn would ruin her marriage; not the desired result. 

Besides, since Pamela Rose was in it, if the video did become exposed on the internet, the public's attention would focus on her participation, and to a somewhat lesser extent on the fact that Jed was in it. As Vera was unknown to the public there would be absolutely zero interest in her. Given their fame and notoriety the resulting scandal would affect only Pamela and Jed, while probably leaving Vera unscathed which would be contrary to Felicia's purpose in the exercise. Besides even if she could ruin Vera and destroy her reputation, that would not necessarily save her marriage. Jed in a gallant gesture might become even more protective of Vera.

Felicia realized the attorney solution would also not work this time around. Vera might be as infatuated with Jed as the attorney was but she would not be as malleable. Snodgrass' report provided a comprehensive sexual history of Vera, and Felicia was actually shocked by the many sex partners Vera had indulged. Thus dangling the prospects of an alternative suitor would not work with Vera as she was not obviously looking for matrimony given her slattern tendencies. It was becoming clear that Jed would have to dump Vera for Felicia to be rid of her. Unlike the attorney situation where Felicia could give convincing examples of Jed losing interest in her, no such similar examples were forthcoming from Snodgrass' reports. If anything there was clear indication that Jed was falling deeper into the spell of Vera's charms. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 16



As Felicia saw it her hold on Jed consisted of three elements: her beauty, her social skills and the fact that Jed truly loved her. All of the bimbos lacked her social skills so that even those who were as pretty as or prettier than her were truly no competition and she was safe.

In contrast to them, Vera was a formidable threat. Although Felicia believed she still had superior social skills to Vera, still Vera was a professional and owner of her own accounting firm. At the celebratory party, Felicia could see that Vera could hold her own in high society. Thus Felicia's superior social skills would not be discernible enough as a factor for Jed to unequivocally prefer her over Vera on that basis alone.

Besides, Felicia knew Vera to be at least eight plus years younger and in addition she had to admit that Vera was probably prettier. Such current physical beauty would negate Felicia's perceived advantage in social skills. So it boiled down to that Felicia's overall advantage over Vera was the fact that Jed still loved her but Felicia could see that such advantage was in peril and could easily slip away.

Vera's obvious ace in the hole was that she was sexual; not just sexual but smolderingly sexual. And it appeared that Jed was enchanted by the sexuality of Vera. Although Felicia was appalled at the brazenness of the sex in the video still she could sense that Jed was eager for it. So it does not take rocket science to deduce that the longer the affair between Jed and Vera lasted then Jed's love for her would start to diminish. Eventually all of his love would naturally transfer to Vera and then she, Felicia, would be toast. 

To avoid such an awful outcome, Felicia knew she would have to have a sexual relationship with Jed to combat what he got from Vera. And it had to be way better than the passive non passionate sex that she had previously experienced with him. To save her marriage she knew she had to rid herself of her frigidity. She turned to Dr Janet Bivens, as a last ditch effort to change her outlook and reaction to sex.

Felicia had previously consulted Dr Bivens, a renowned psychiatrist specializing in sexual dysfunctions. Felicia had undergone in the past some very intense sessions in an effort to become more sexual but had failed. Nevertheless Felicia kept seeing Dr Bivens on an infrequent but regular basis, and kept her fully apprised of everything going on in her life.

Dr Bivens used some unusual treatment techniques some of which were not approved by her professional peers. Still Dr Bivens had a remarkable success rate. Felicia believed her sexual problems were so acute that if anyone could help it could only be Dr Bivens. If she could not help, then there was no hope. 

So after the initial greeting at the therapist's office, Felicia said:

"I have brought with me a copy of a video showing my husband having sex with two other women simultaneously at a sex club he belongs to. In light of my frigidity problems, as you know I had made a pact with Jed that I would not object to him having sex with other women so long as he does not bring scandal upon us. Not to leave anything to chance I retained a private investigator, a certain Ellery Snodgrass, so that I would have information I could use to ensure the preservation of my marriage." 

Dr. Bivens replied:

"So I gather that this video contains a problem you had not anticipated?"

Felicia continued:

"Exactly! I want you to watch this video which has been edited down to 15 minutes from the total copy my investigator had obtained. There is enough in it for you to discern the concerns I have as it relates to my marriage."

Dr Bivens' consulting office contained a TV and accompanying DVD player, so the video was duly played.

When it was over, Dr Bivens asked:

"One of those women seems to be Pamela Rose, the famous singer. Is it indeed her?"

"Yes it is indeed Pamela Rose and actually as I understand it, it was she that ordered the recording. Apparently this sex club offers such service for its members."

"I see. So is that your concern that your husband is having sex with Pamela Rose, which might jeopardize your marriage?"

"No I'm not concerned about her at all, as I think it is quite obvious in this video there is no chemistry between my husband and her. Besides as I understand it, Pamela is a long standing member of this club and has no favorites. It is the other woman I'm worried about."

"Oh, is that so? Who is she, and why your concern?"

"Her name is Vera Starikovich and she is my husband's accountant. When I made my agreement with Jed I was not overly concerned if he had sex with a lot of women. If he continued having sex with a variety of women with no obvious preference, it would mean he would not develop a romantic interest in any of them. In such cases I believed my marriage would be safe.

However with this whore, I am most concerned. For one thing she is not empty headed and Jed regards her professional skills highly. So highly that he switched his accounting needs from Price Waterhouse, a highly respected and well regarded accounting firm, to her as she started her own firm from scratch as a result. I've also met her at a party she gave celebrating the opening of her firm and I was most impressed by her business acumen.

At this party I was lulled into believing there was no sexual attraction between them, but this video shows otherwise. As they both have offices in the Sears Tower, Ellery has kept up surveillance in the past several weeks. Every Wednesday morning they are seen to enter the building for their business day, but Ellery swears that neither of them exits the building subsequently, until the end of the business day Thursday.

I know for a fact that Jed has a special extra room adjacent to his office with private shower facilities as well as containing a futon that can be converted into a bed. I infer that they are having sexual relations every Wednesday night/Thursday morning; although I have no such actual proof given that security measures of the building and of Jed's office preclude Ellery from getting concrete evidence of the same." 

Dr Bivens sought clarification:

"I take it that his staying at his office overnight on Wednesdays is a new development in his day-to-day routine?"

Felicia replied:

"Indeed! I noted it was the very first Wednesday after the visit to this TLR orgy that Jed informed me that he would not be henceforth coming home on Wednesdays. I know he hates to lie to me outright, so he gave no reason for his absences, as I did not probe. 

As some three months have since passed, I can with certainty say that he has now had more sex with this bitch than with any other woman except me. I fear if there is no let up in this affair he will want and demand a divorce in favor of marrying her." 

Dr Bivens responded:

"I see! Judging by the video clip you've shown me I can see that your fears are justified. So how do you feel about it?"

"I can't allow that slut to steal my husband from me. I believe my husband still actually loves me but if he keeps fucking this bitch exclusively I'm going to lose his love. If he was fucking other women as well I would not be so overly concerned but I notice he has foregone his quarterly visit to Dallas to participate in a TLR orgy. He has rarely missed such a quarterly visit. In addition Ellery reports that as far as he could tell, Jed has unlikely had sex with any other woman since that visit; his sexual activity seems to have been confined to Wednesday nights."

Dr Bivens asked:

"I see. This does sound very ominous indeed. What do you intend to do about it?"

"I've given careful thought on this problem. The only solution I can come up with is that I must be prepared to have meaningful sex with Jed. That really is the only true hold this cunt has over me. If I can fuck just as reasonably well as her then I'm pretty sure I can get Jed back. So that's why I'm here. I want to get rid of my aversion to sex so I can have my husband back again."

Dr Bivens asked a little skeptically:

"We have tried intensive sexual therapy before. And we have had prolonged therapy over the past several years as well; but all to no avail. So what makes you think this time you'll be successful?"

Felicia earnestly replied:

"I think in the past I felt totally secure of Jed's love for me. When we first had sex, and Jed saw how abysmal I was at it, I explained my horrible past that accounted for my frigidity. His first reaction was to swear revenge on the three men who had raped me during my junior year in high school. From Ellery's services I have discovered that Jed did indeed exact revenge. Those men today are penniless homeless vagrants needing to rely on charity for their existence. That Jed was instrumental in the downfall of these men reinforced my impression of his solid love for me. 

His devotion to me lulled me into believing that no matter how many other women he might have sex with, he would always ultimately love me. With such mindset I believe I had no sense of urgency in my previous therapy sessions. I was content with my lot. Yes the fact that Jed would make love to other women did indeed hurt my self esteem, but I knew I could live with that so long as I remained Number One in his heart.

However I recognize that this Vera Starikovich bitch can change Jed's feelings towards me. I have the impression that I've only a few months window of opportunity left to get Jed back before he falls hopelessly into that whore's clutches. I'm prepared to do anything I must do to keep Jed, and as I see it I must become sexual.

Therefore, I know I'll succeed this time in therapy. I have the necessary resolve"

Dr Bivens responded:

"Fair enough Felicia. In this video I note there's a scene where this Starikovich woman has planted her mouth covering Ms Rose's anus. She sucks up all the semen ejaculated by your husband's sodomy. Then she proceeds to orally exchange the sperm by kissing Ms Rose, while your husband looks on. So tell me what is your reaction in watching this?"

Felicia warmly replied:

"Yuk! It's disgusting and depraved! It is hard to imagine Jed enjoying this. And I thought until now that Pamela Rose was a decent woman."

Dr Bivens observed:

"Well Felicia now you know how far you must go before you're ready to win back your husband sexually. When this scene is no longer disgusting in your mindset; when you actually enjoy the notion of acting sexually like this; when you actually wish to participate in sex in such a way, then you will be ready to attract and secure your husband back.

Contrary to the approval of the American Psychiatric Association, I have devised a thorough sex therapy program designed to change the sexual outlook of women who are frigid. It includes viewing extensive sexual videos produced under strict clinical guidelines. These videos are not the typical ubiquitous porno videos meant to simply titillate the viewer.

Instead these videos were produced under strict supervision at the 'sex' laboratory of the psychology department of the University where I acquired my PHD. These videos are instructional and the participants are not porn stars or professional sex workers, but student volunteers.

The videos give detailed and graphic instructions on the optimum sexual techniques and sexual positions. They include commentary by the participants detailing what they found pleasurable and what they did not. These videos are meant to dispel sexual myths, fears and phobias to help the patient viewing them establish a desire to obtain ultimate sexual pleasure free of any needless inhibitions."

Felicia interrupted:

"I don't recall you having me look at such videos in past sessions."

De Bivens continued:

"I know Felicia. These video aids are the cutting edge for treatment of sexual dysfunction. They have not yet been approved by either the American Psychiatric Association, or the American Psychological Association. However in due course, as I and likeminded colleagues hopefully achieve clinical proven successes with the aid of these videos then I believe the use of such videos will become standard therapy."

Felicia exclaimed:

"Oh so I'm going to be a guinea pig for new scientific breakthrough research. Kind of makes me feel special! I like that idea."

Dr Bivens continued:

"In addition to watching the videos you will be given lots of homework assignments involving utilizing sexual toys to assist in masturbation for the purpose to revitalize your latent libido. And of course there will be extensive one-on-one therapy sessions with me as well as what I would deem useful group therapy sessions depending on how you respond to the proposed treatment. I expect if you do make the sincere effort, you should be able to function sexually to your husband's satisfaction within six months. I can't of course guarantee it but given your motivation success is a realistic prospect." 

Felicia replied:

"OK let's get on with it. I'm ready as I'll ever be. I'm determined to secure my husband and not let that whore steal him away from me. She will soon find out that it will not be so easy to get him for herself!"

With such ambition, Felicia devoted all her energies to conquer her frigidity under Dr Bivens care and treatment. The breakthrough came as she was able to subconsciously accept she was not in way responsible for her sexual misfortunes. She was a victim to worthless men and it was a pity one of them was her father. Her mind had always intellectually and consciously accepted Jed's love but always in the back of her subconscious mind was the feeling that she was unclean for him; damaged goods. 

Dispelling that notion completely more than anything else paved the way for her to regain a healthy sexual desire. She realized her sexual desires were kept hidden under layers and layers of disgusting and unpleasant sexual memories of what had happened to her.

Viewing Dr Bivens' videos were very helpful. The fact that the participants were not paid sex workers but every day ordinary individuals who enjoyed their sexual participation planted the seed that sex was wonderful. With the masturbation assignments, Felicia discovered the presence of her libido. She developed and nurtured her sexual desires and she actually experienced her very first orgasm! And it was wonderful!

After some six months therapy she felt herself healed. She no longer viewed Vera's cumswapping with Pamela as disgusting and she knew without a doubt that she was now capable of committing equivalent erotic sex acts. And better yet, she was eager to try it! Felicia knew she would have to act soon as Jed and Vera's affair had now lasted nine months and there was no let-up in sight. If she delayed much longer the goal of luring Jed back might not longer be possible.

Their 17th wedding anniversary was coming up the following Thursday night and she decided that was the time to act. Jed had agreed to an at home special dinner to celebrate. She could sense his reluctance as no doubt he could foresee no enjoyment in it. Of course he agreed to participate probably as a result of a guilty conscience especially since it would follow immediately presumably after his regular weekly sex encounter with Vera.

There is no traditional anniversary gift associated with one's 17th wedding anniversary. However some modern merchant retailers have tried to instill the notion that furniture would be an appropriate gift idea for such anniversary. This gave Felicia the idea of how to seduce her unsuspecting husband and win him back to her arms.

Despite the fact that they rarely if at all had any sex between them, they still slept in the same bed in the same master bedroom of their mansion. As Jed would be away all Wednesday night/Thursday morning engaged in philandering with Vera in his office, Felicia had the opportunity to redecorate this bedroom more suitably to accommodate an old fashioned four poster bed complete with curtains. She had found this bed several weeks previously and determined this was what would suit her plans perfectly.

When the evening arrived, Felicia had dismissed the household staff until Monday. She arranged for their children to stay at Jed's sister's home. Her sister ensured that she would see to it they would go to school the next day. She further agreed to keep the kids for the weekend and see them off to school Monday morning before Felicia would take over again. 

Felicia was obviously banking on success of her seduction of her husband. It might have been optimistic on her part, but Felicia was of the view that nothing kills successful planning faster than the lack of preparation for success.

Felicia had ordered a specially catered meal. She had carefully planned the menu to include ingredients that were known to enhance one's sex drive: such as celery, pumpkin seeds, sauerkraut, bananas, almonds, avocados and figs. The meal was very sumptuous and put Jed into a great happy mood. The conversation was sparkling and witty and reminded Jed why he was married to Felicia in the first place. His predominant thought throughout the meal and conversation was that if only Felicia could be half as sexually satisfying as Vera he would have no problem staying faithful to his wedding vows.

As the meal ended, Jed presented Felicia his anniversary gift: a beautiful diamond necklace from Tiffany's. It was very stylish, sophisticated in beauty but not gaudy or garish. The gift pleased Felicia very much. As Felicia estimated that this necklace was worth in excess of $20K in value, she reasoned if he cared enough to still gift her with such expensive jewelry, he must still have regard for her and still could be won over. 

'Well here goes' she thought to herself. After thanking him profusely for his gift, she said:

"Jed darling I've obtained a special gift as well which I hope you'll like. However it will take a little time for me to properly present it to you. Will you be good enough to take five minutes to finish your wine and desert, and when the five minutes are up please come to the our bedroom where I'll have it ready for you to show it.

Please don't come before the five minutes are up, but then come as quickly as you can. Also please knock on the door before you come in so I'll know you've arrived, but you need not wait for me to verbally ask you to come in."

Jed was naturally intrigued by her mysteriousness, but he was prepared to obey her instructions so as not to spoil whatever her intentions. Having spent the previous night in Vera's company, he was not inclined to disappoint Felicia on their anniversary; a tiny bit of guilty conscience had crept into his brain as he had to admit he was having a very pleasant evening with his wife.

When the time limit expired, he got up to the room, knocked on the door and entered. Once inside he immediately saw that the room had been redecorated and the familiar king size bed was replaced by an ornate four poster bed complete with curtains drawn. Jed was a devotee of antique furniture and the changes effected by Felicia were to his liking. He was especially enamored of the bed as he had occasionally mentioned to Felicia his partiality towards them. He just had not ever bothered to acquire one since furniture purchases had not been a priority to him.

He did not see Felicia, but he assumed she was on the bed invisible to him because of the drawn curtains. 

Sure enough he heard Felicia say as her voice emanated from the bed: "Welcome Jed to your new bed. I've consulted modern etiquette suggestions and guidelines to elegant living and I find that the appropriate anniversary present associated to one's 17th wedding celebration is: believe it or not, but furniture. I know you've always indicated you have loved antique four poster beds but we've not for one reason or another got around to getting one. This bed I found is a modernized replica of what the monarchs of France had at the palace in Versailles. I hope you like it."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 16



Jed was truly pleased with the bed. It was something he had always dreamed about. To have a bed of a similar design utilized by the decadent royalty of France before the Revolution had been a desire of his ever since he could remember. He realized that despite his affair with Vera, he still loved Felicia as she instinctively thoroughly knew his persona. 

So he replied:

"Wow Felicia! That was a perfect gift!"

Felicia then coyly replied:

"But that's not all! I'm glad you like this gift, but you need an accessory to truly enjoy this bed. As I said this bed has been modernized so that all the curtains can be drawn by a single source pull. See!"

With that said the curtains on all the three sides except for the headboard next to the wall parted to reveal....a naked Felicia spread eagled on the bed! Well she was not totally naked. She had cleverly wound around her torso a three inch wide red ribbon bow to gift wrap herself as a present to him.

Jed's jaw literally dropped upon seeing Felicia. Her unexpected nakedness instantly made his cock harden as it strained against his trousers. He had not seen Felicia naked for quite some time so that upon taking in the sight brought back the momentary fond memories of joy when he did see her naked for the first time. With such thought a frown crept in as he instantly considered her frigidity problems.

Felicia had been carefully watching his reaction and reading his thoughts accurately, she replied:

"Yes Jed! I truly have picked out myself as the accessory gift to ensure your complete enjoyment of this bed. In case you are wondering about the past; all I got to say is that the past is the past. It is no more."

Felicia was thoroughly wet in her pussy in anticipation of her first enjoyable sex with Jed. She stuck three of her fingers into her vagina scooping up her female juices. She then withdrew them and held them up to display the glistening result and continued: 

"See Jed I am ready for you! You can taste my fingers for proof."

Jed had started undressing as soon as he saw her reach into her vagina. Instinct told him that this was it! He was finally going to enjoy his wife; truly enjoy her sexually. He remarkably undressed so quickly that he was naked as soon as she finished speaking. He strolled over and tasted her fingers; his cock hardened further as it was now steel hard.

If there was any doubt in his mind of her reticence they were immediately dispelled as she reached and grasped his cock to lovingly stroke it. She had never previously voluntarily touched his cock. This time the signal was clear. She was handling his cock in a proprietary manner assuring him of her willingness to participate in the ensuing coitus. Not only was she signaling willingness, but he could hear her purring. There was no mistaking it Felicia was clearing indicating that she was truly desiring sex. 

There was no need for further foreplay as the need for instant sexual gratification had become paramount for both of them. Without removing her gift wrapped ribbon he penetrated her as she remained in the missionary position. As soon as he had entered her the last vestige of his apprehension was removed as he felt her moistness was truly lubricating his rod. He slipped in easily and he encountered no impediment to smoothly fuck her. 

Felicia had wrapped her legs around him and held on to him as tightly as she could. Again this was something she had never done in previous sexual intercourses.

They bumped and ground in unison and frantically. It was if each had an incredible itchy feeling in their crotches which could not be relieved except by the frantic fucking. They were both sweating profusely not just from their energetic exertions but also from the heat generated by their totally unfettered passion.

His ensuing ejaculation was absolutely intense as he was continuously spurting and spurting. Recalling the "Quench Your Thirst" competition at the TLR orgy, he could swear he had expelled far more than the 5ML of semen, which science had determined was the maximum output of ejaculations. Hell if this had been the contest then Felicia could probably have secured a green light from this load alone. 

Felicia had experienced her very first ever orgasm with Jed! Jed noted she was not loud as Vera; and this was the only comparison his conscious mind made as to the differences between the two women. Instead she hyperventilated and her body shivered. Her perspiration increased to the point where her sweat was very noticeable. Gravity forced her sweat to travel like rivulets down her body. 

And she was smiling as Jed disengaged to lie next to her. In fact once her panting decreased and she was able to catch her breath, she was giggling. 

Then when her voice came back to her she started spouting some inanities:

"Oh God! Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! Oh fuck! Oh fuck Jed! That was awesome. That was fucking awesome! No that was amazing! Fucking amazing! No it was awesome. Fucking awesome."

Jed smiled listening to Felicia carrying on. He was not about to spoil this magical moment where the transformation of his wife from an ice maiden evolving to a hot mama! His fondest dreams had come true; he was going to have a sexual life with his wife...finally! Hallelujah! Vera Starikovich was forgotten...his mind consumed by his dare he think it? ...His lusty wife. Had Jed still any lingering doubts about his new sexual wife, such were quickly obliterated. To seal the deal, as soon as Felicia stopped babbling, she dispensed with her gift wrapping ribbon, slid down the bed, and turned over to enable her to give head in a comfortable position. 

Felicia was in uncharted waters. She had never taken a cock in her mouth willingly, but she was now absolutely eager to do so. The past six months of therapy and sexual assignments paid off. Not only was she desirous of performing fellatio but she had a certain expectation that she was going to experience a very pleasurable sexual sensation. The feel of Jed's cock in her mouth was absolutely delightful. Nowhere in her mind was there any sense of reluctance or an aversion. She wanted that cock in her mouth; she knew she was going to enjoy it. From a limp wilted state, Felicia caused Jed's cock to quickly engorge as she was sucking and slobbering over it away with absolute joyful abandon. 

Felicia was on a mission! She was determined to taste Jed's cum; again a first time experience for her. All the sexual thoughts and practices she had previously thought abhorrent; she no longer thought so. It was an 180 degree attitude adjustment. She wanted to do the sexually things she had previously thought distateful. 

She remembered how appalled she had been when she first saw the video of Vera sucking up Jed's cum from Pamela Rose's ass hole. Well she still was appalled with the idea of sucking up Jed's cum from another woman's asshole but she sure now wanted to taste Jed's cum.

Jed instinctively realized that this was a sexual watershed moment for Felicia. He was pleasantly amazed by the wantonness unabashedly displayed by Felicia. There was no hesitation, no fear, no shirking on her part. It was like the difference between night and day how she was sexually acting now compared to all their past sexual experiences. He loved it! He had his wife sexually as he had always wanted. He was intimately rubbing Felicia's ass as she was sucking his cock. 

He encouraged her:

"Of fuck Felicia that's good. Yes that's it. Suck my dick. Oh yes honey. My sexy wife. Use that tongue. Taste my cum."

His encouraging words spurred her on. The anticipation of receiving his load in her mouth absolutely thrilled her. As soon as she felt the first splatter of his cum on the roof of her mouth, a beatific bliss overtook her mind. She smelled his sperm; and she loved it. She sensed the taste of his cum; and she loved it. She swallowed his semen; and it was delicious. She was so overwhelmed that her own orgasm caught her completely unawares.

Felicia did not display any outward signal that she was experiencing an orgasm. Nevertheless Jed was attuned to his wife's moods such that he knew she was experiencing an authentic intense orgasm; the like of which she probably had never thought possible. He could also tell that the orgasm was sending Felicia into a euphoria that before had been absolutely foreign to her. Such thoughts had the effect of enhancing the enjoyment his own climax which led him to expel seemingly as much sperm as the first ejaculation.

As she slurped up the last vestiges of his cum, she became aware that her vagina was soggy; absolutely soaked. Her next movement was directed by a command from an unknown source. In her planning for the seduction of Jed, she had a general idea of what she was going to do but she did not envision doing this next act, so she never thereafter understood what compelled her. She straightened up and straddled over him to sit on his face. She parted her labia lips and he lapped up all her female juices. Despite just having experiencing a rather intense orgasm which she had not fully relaxed from, Felicia was soon into yet another orgasm as the feel of his tongue licking her vagina blew her mind.

This time she was vocal in announcing her climax. Her body still agitated involuntarily though. She shivered, shook and perspired. As she was unaccustomed in experiencing such passion she was powerless to direct her body properly. She simply collapsed on him and then rolled over to facilitate her panting away the effects of her orgasm.

This then was the commencement of a sexual marathon in which Felicia won her husband back. As Jed had nothing urgent in his business that required his attention he did not go to the office that Friday or on the weekend. As Felicia had taken care of ridding the staff and their children there was no impediment to the nonstop sex they engaged in for the full three days and four nights.

Felicia was absolutely lusty and wanton during the entire time. With the benefit of the six months therapy, she had a list in her mind of all kinds of sexual activity she wanted to experience. And she proceeded to try them all. There was no activity that she disdained from. She loved them all. She loved being thoroughly fucked. Considering her past frigidity problems she surprised herself how thoroughly she had changed. It was if she had been magically transformed.

Felicia could not have been more pleased with herself that weekend. In planning for the seduction she had to continuously fight off nagging doubts that this would turn out to be a disaster. In the back of her mind there lurked a fear that when the crunch time would come she would revert to her old sexless self. However when she first unhesitatingly touched his cock, she knew she would be all right. Not only was she all right but she was insatiably desirous of the ensuing sex. At the end of the weekend she was without a doubt a thoroughly fucked woman with a truly sore body; and she reveled in such feeling.

Jed was well beyond being merely pleased. He knew he loved Felicia almost instantly when he first had contact with her. There was something about her that captured his heart, mind and soul. Jed had always imagined that had the mythological Cupid actually existed in reality then his heart was pierced by his arrow as soon as he saw Felicia. He could always logically explain to anyone why he loved Felicia but he never could rationally explain why the love was so ingrained in him; why it consumed him; why it was second nature to him.

Because of the love he was very disappointed by her frigidity and her inability to have enjoyable sex. From the beginning he had the notion that so long as he was understanding and had gentle sex, she would eventually get used to him fucking her and would start to enjoy it. But he was not so obtuse to recognize that such hope was not to be. So naturally he had sex with other women but he did not lose his love for Felicia.

Even during the sex with Vera, he realized it was just not complete nirvana. Despite Vera being beautiful, intelligent, witty plus unbelievably sexy; a substantially worthwhile woman, still there was something missing. Yes no doubt it was love. 

As a result he had reached a quandary that was hard for him to resolve. His time with Vera was so precious and meaningful, that he knew he wanted more of her. He wanted her to be unequivocally attached to him. Still no matter how much enchanted he was with Vera there was still Felicia. He still required Felicia to be important in his life.

Because there were two undeniable competing factors that influenced his attraction for these two women, he could not make up his mind. Vera was sexually the most satisfying woman he could dream of or envision. But Felicia was the woman he revered but he could not fuck. How could he choose one over the other? He couldn't.

Jed had suspected that Felicia must know or be aware of his dalliance with Vera. Although Felicia never questioned him about his Wednesday night absences, still he knew she was no dummy. Jed was alert enough not to be lulled by Felicia's seemingly acquiescence and toleration of his infidelities. Although she had given him carte blanche to fuck indiscriminately he knew that it did not mean she was okay with him forming an ongoing exclusive lasting relationship with another woman. 

Eventually he knew that Felicia would demand he give up Vera and the Wednesday night absences. By the same token, although Vera seemingly was making no demands on him, still he believed eventually she would demand their relationship go to the next level: i.e. although Vera might not demand he divorce Felicia and marry her instead, still he could envision her insisting that he separate from Felicia to live with her. Neither alternative appealed to him. Hence he was in a quandary.

The unexpected anniversary party put on by Felicia, thus, was the resolution. As the weekend of the marathon sex continued it became clear to Jed that Felicia had definitely overcome her frigidity. After the completion of each new sexual episode, judging by Felicia's enthusiasm, it was also clear that Felicia's cure was permanent. The sex between them would be all things Jed desired.

Ergo, Jed was no longer in a quandary. His wife was sexual; that was the solution. Unfortunately Vera Starikovich was history; but all good things must come to an end. His love for Felicia was so strong that there was no hesitation or regret to his subconscious decision to end his affair with Vera.

In between their fucking sessions they naturally had heart to heart conversations concerning their new situation in their marriage. To ensure that she would be permanently rid of that bitch Starikovich, Felicia knew she would have to be absolutely candid with Jed. Nothing destroys marriages quicker than secrets withheld from one's spouse. Consequently she confessed to Jed of her retention of Ellery Snodgrass to keep tabs on him. The discovery of the affair with Vera was what spurred Felicia on to overcome her sexual demons. This weekend was the culmination of successful treatment from Dr Bivens' therapy.

Jed was not particularly surprised by her actions as he had suspected that Felicia had known more about him than she let on. Rather than being angry at her spying on him, he gave it the positive spin. He was pleased to realize that Felicia was so much in love with him that she was prepared to go to any lengths to preserve that love. He could not take umbrage, however he did insist she now stop spying on him as henceforth she would have no cause for it. Felicia readily agreed as she was now confident he was totally hers again.

Jed informed Felicia that he certainly would no longer be fucking Vera or have anything personally to do with her. However he believed that Vera was truly one of the finest accountants in Chicago so his business would continue to utilize her firm. To avoid any personal problems, Jed's assistants will do the actual face to face necessary business interactions with her. 

Felicia was satisfied with such declaration. She knew Jed to be a total man of integrity and his word was his bond. So she had no problem in trusting Jed and she was certain he would now be faithful to her. And of course she was overjoyed at the downfall of the bitch that had the effrontery of trying to steal her husband.

The axe then fell on Vera subsequently that Monday afternoon as Jed wasted no time, and took her out for lunch. Tears freely flowed down her cheeks as Jed informed her of the change in his marriage and thus the end of their affair. Vera was stunned; she could not believe what she was hearing. What was particularly devastating and hard to take was the cold and callous manner in the way Jed was delivering his cruel news.

As Vera saw it the sex between them had been unbelievably great. It seemed to her that they were meant for each other. They were a sensational loving couple. And yet there was no hint of sincere or genuine regret on his part that the affair was over. The fact that he was married had previously seemed to her to be merely an irritant preventing absolute pure happiness between them, but obviously he saw it differently.

What further galled Vera was the fact she had not demanded any commitment from him. He did not have to change anything in his life to accommodate her. She was quite content with the Wednesday night/Thursday morning time with him. She knew he had enjoyed the sex and he continuously claimed it was the best sex of his life.

She knew she loved him and thought he was a great man. She believed she loved him so much which is what precluded her from making any petty demands on him like loving her in return. She had sensed in the back of her mind that he did not love her, but had attributed that to his marriage commitment and his guilt in committing adultery. Thus she was in no hurry to capture his heart. She thought eventually he would love her as she desired and she was patient in the meantime.

Since he had divulged to her his sexual problems with his wife, she was unprepared for the possibility of the end of their affair in this way.

Vera would have understood the end of their affair better had he become attracted to another woman. Vera was not so vain to think that such possibility would have been impossible. However the way he had described to her the lack of a sex life with his wife, it was unfathomable to her that Felicia had suddenly become sexual. Thus, that their affair had now come to an end by this circumstance, was a complete shock. She just did not see it coming. Especially since their last Wednesday night session was hot. Hot as in melting metal. That hot!

As Jed droned on about the new circumstances, Vera came to fully understand that falling to her knees and imploring him to continue their affair would not play. She bitterly realized if she could discern any hope that beseeching him to change his mind would have any chance of success; then she would have been prepared to humiliate herself accordingly. So instead she gathered herself together to act dignified and to act in an adult fashion. She was so not wanting to create a scene.

Although she was devastated by the loss of him, she had no stomach to shamelessly humiliate herself and plead ubsuccessfully with him to reconsider dumping her; especially not out in public. She regretted the visible tears on her face, but at least she was not audibly sobbing.

When Jed was finally finished, Vera replied in as a neutral tone as she could possibly affect; and her gracious reply was:

"I'm truly sorry Jed that our relationship has to end. You are without a doubt the most impressive man I've known. I am grateful for my time with you and I will always cherish my memories of you. I appreciate your confidence of my professional skills and welcome the opportunity of continuing as the accountant for your business. I understand the need to forgo personal contact unless circumstances otherwise dictate. I have no problem dealing with your assistants instead; I'm cool with that. And of course you can always consult personally with Walter Snyder, my business partner, without the necessity of my involvement. Now if you will excuse me, I have to get back to my office."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 17



Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper; she had had a very happy childhood. Her mother, Vera, doted on her. The Williams sisters, particularly Ruth and Alisha, were like second mothers to her. School was easy for her and she was eager to learn. She had lots of friends and it did not hurt that she was the prettiest girl in her school.And she loved having a major difference from her peers in that she could speak Russian.

Since her mother grew up speaking exclusively Russian in her home, Vera felt it incumbent to teach Natasha Russian as well so as not to lose part of her heritage. As a result Russian was literally Natasha's mother tongue, and she spoke Russian exclusively when talking to her mother alone. When she learned to read and write at school she demanded her mother teach her to read and write Russian as well. 

Not having the time to do so, Vera found a weekly class in the Russian community in Chicago for Natasha to attend and satisfy her desires. In addition, by mingling with Russian speaking children her age she became absolutely fluent. With such background, Natasha could easily pass herself off as a native Russian especially since she spoke without an accent and when she spoke Russian she actually thought in Russian.

The two main aspects of her childhood to adulthood years that were paramount in her life which framed her happiness were: (1) her violin playing, and (2) Reggie Williams.

When Vera was pregnant with her, and ran away from home to Chicago, she took with her the priceless family heirloom, a masterfully crafted violin. This had been commissioned by Tsar Alexander II and given as a gift to Olga Podkopayeva as a reward for her excellent playing in the Tsar's Court. Olga was a direct ancestor, being Vera's father great-great grandmother, and therefore the violin remained in their family, being passed down from generation to generation. 

It was traditionally understood in the family that the violin belonged to the direct descendant of Olga Podkopayeva who could play as well as she.

Vera did not pretend to be the accomplished violinist that had a legitimate claim of ownership to this musical instrument. Still, as she could play it adequately enough, and none of her siblings could nor had an interest in playing it, Vera had no compunction in taking it. She knew she was in for hard times and a frugal existence in raising Natasha on her own, so her only motive in taking the violin was to entertain and amuse herself on the cheap. 

So from birth, Natasha was accustomed to hearing her mother play this magnificent instrument and she was fascinated. Her first serious goal in life was to emulate her mother and play this violin. As soon as she could talk she started pestering Vera to let her play the violin. To appease her, Vera obtained a child's size violin. Vera also engaged a local music teacher to provide rudimentary lessons. It was up to Natasha to practice on her own and to the surprise of Vera; Natasha abandoned most childish pursuits to apply herself seriously to master violin playing.

It soon became very evident that Natasha possessed an inherent natural aptitude to play violin; perhaps she was the one that had inherited the great Olga's talent genes. Thus, by the age of four, when Natasha first played for her grandfather, he acknowledged to Vera that Natasha was most likely the legitimate owner of the priceless violin. By the time Natasha reached ten years of age she was big enough and capable of playing Olga's violin. Vera had engaged competent local music teachers to thoroughly teach Natasha to play the violin. By the time she was eleven years old she had learned all that the local music instructors were capable of teaching her. 

Thereafter, Natasha practiced at her own pace and supplemented lessons with study materials from music publishers and other sources. As Natasha was becoming more and more proficient, Vera ceased playing the violin, as she was embarrassed at how poorly she played compared to her daughter. Besides, Vera had, by this time, developed varied other interests that occupied her energies.

Strangely enough, although Natasha was obsessed in practicing and playing continuously to perfect her virtuoso, she had not set any goals in life to capitalize on her abilities and talents. It was Vera who suggested she pursue a musical education program after high school. Vera pointed out to Natasha that even if her only ambition was to get married and raise children, she could at least give music lessons in her spare time. With a university degree she could command higher fees when hiring herself out. Extra money always is handy, even for a stay at home mom whose husband has an adequate income.

Natasha really did not have any ambitions as her violin playing consumed all of her drive and motivations, except for her attachment to Reggie Williams. She did have a vague notion that she would want to eventually marry and bear children but this was in the distant future as far as she was concerned. 

Accordingly as she had no objection to her mother's ideas, in her junior year at high school she applied for enrollment at the Bienen School of Music at Northwestern University to pursue a Bachelor of Music degree. With her high school transcript and supporting documents, she was readily accepted pending a music audition at the University in February of her senior high school year. Thus, her immediate future was set and she was happy with it.

The other constant source of happiness in her childhood to adulthood years was Reggie Williams. When her mother came to Chicago, she was kindly offered shelter by Ruth Williams an African-American nurse. Ruth had other sisters living with her, including Alisha who was the same age as Vera and also pregnant at the same time. Alicia gave birth to Reggie about four months prior to Natasha's entry to this world on St Valentine's Day.

Consequently, Reggie and Natasha grew up together. While they were children, even though they really were not siblings, they considered themselves as brother and sister and a familial bond was firmly established. Each of them considered each other's mother as a second mother. Natasha viewed Ruth as an aunt just as much as Ruth was an aunt to Reggie in reality. Once though, Reggie and Natasha reached puberty, the fact that they were not siblings took hold of their minds so as to change how they viewed each other.

As they approached adulthood, they grew to be attracted to each other sexually. Reggie developed into a particularly handsome virile African-American male. He was 6' tall and weighed 180 lbs with no hint of fat on any part of his body. He was all muscle, with the build of a super fit athlete, although he did not take any interest in sports. Under the influence of growing up with Vera and Natasha, he never was obsessed in asserting his black identity. As a result he was very appealing to white girls, particularly and especially those who were otherwise intimidated by black men who were aggressive. However Reggie only had eyes for Natasha, so the girls in high school had no luck in enticing him to sample their charms. 

Natasha matured to become uncannily almost a carbon copy of her mother. She grew up to be the same height 5'11", just shorter than Reggie. She evolved to same breast size and shape as Vera. Her breasts were somewhat overlarge for her body and hourglass figure, but not outlandishly so. Given her height, her legs were long and mouthwateringly appealing. Just like her mother, Natasha walked with a pronounced wiggling of her ass, leaving no doubt of her femininity. The resemblance between Vera and Natasha was so remarkably similar that people upon first meeting them together tended to think of them as sisters. They would even think of them as identical twins except for the obviously more mature appearance of Vera. 

Both Vera and Alisha loved each other's child, so neither one had any objection to the obvious romance that developed between their two children. They even approved of Natasha and Reggie dating at the young age of fourteen. Of course since both of them had been pregnant at that age they realized they had no credibility were they to suggest to their children that they were too young to seriously date. Vera just made the prudent decision to insist Natasha go on the pill and stay on it.

Reggie and Natasha dated exclusively throughout high school. Their love for each other grew from initial adolescence partiality, to a serious and mature attraction and commitment. They mutually arrived at the conclusion that they were soul mates. Although prepared to concede they were very young, no one could convince them that their love was nothing special. 

Both Reggie and Natasha would bristle at the suggestion that their love was just a first time, typical teen-age attraction, and thus they would likely eventually break up and move on to other more serious relationships. The most explosive suggestion made to them denigrating their relationship was the interracial aspect. Neither one could tolerate a suggestion that interracial couplings are still viewed negatively and, even in the contemporary society of today they would likely encounter social problems. 

As the relationship continued Reggie, like any typical teen age male, was continuously importuning Natasha to proceed to the ultimate level in love. It was to the point that his main and seemingly only goal in life was to get into her pants. He utilized the traditional arguments males have used since time immemorial to convince their females to surrender their virginity. 

Reggie even employed some original rationale of his own. As an example, he suggested that since their attraction to each other was so strong it would be unhealthy and unwise to hold back what their bodies were physically and emotionally demanding. Such denial just might allow toxic anti-body particles to invade their bodies leading to physical illness. Natasha wasn't buying that outrageous idea. 

Natasha steadfastly refused him despite her genuine and sometimes compelling desire to jump his bones. She had fixated her mind to a noble principle that their love was pure and true and should not be tarnished by a tawdry copulation such that their peers routinely indulged in. Their love was not puppy love but a real love that would survive the test of time. It was an adult love and so should not be engaged in until they were adults.

Although that was her stated rationale to justify remaining chaste, she could not deny admitting to herself another reason. Her mother's situation and the circumstances of her own birth had had a profound effect on her psyche. She was fully cognizant of the difficulties Vera went through in raising her. Natasha fully realized the sacrifices her mother had to make; mainly being deprived of a normal adolescence of her own, which Natasha did not wish to be cheated out of.

Although intellectually, Natasha knew practicing birth control would be a way out of avoiding the danger of immature pregnancy, Natasha was adamant that she would avoid the problem her mother faced. Thus, she vowed she would remain a virgin and not surrender her virginity until she became an adult; i.e. not before her 18th birthday.

Natasha might have relented had Reggie been around to continue the pressure. Although he was only four months older than she, because he had been born in the calendar year prior, he was consequently one year ahead of her in school. Thus Reggie was enrolled in the University of Illinois at Chicago (UIC), when Natasha started her senior year in high school. Although Reggie was still living at home, his college activities kept him from being in Natasha's company as often as he had been when they were both in high school. 

Unbeknownst to Natasha, the compelling reason he was more often absent had to do with the fact that Reggie was succumbing to the various college coeds who were throwing themselves at him. Reggie was not particularly feeling guilty about the sex; he was enjoying. He rationalized that he had needs and he respected Natasha's decision to remain a virgin until she turned eighteen. 

He rationalized that Natasha would have better first time sex if he was experienced, so as he saw it, he was actually doing his duty to fuck these other girls. Besides he had remained a virgin throughout high school, an almost unheard of status for a stud like him. In his mind that proved he was committed to her.

Once he would have Natasha's cherry, he saw no impediment in continuing to fuck her, so that he would not be tempted to stray elsewhere after her defloration. Their relationship would then revert to being strictly exclusive. He had no doubt on that last point since by Christmas time the novelty of having sex had worn off, and he could sense that the females he had been fucking were not particularly desirous when compared to Natasha. Consequently, February 14 became a most anticipated date for him.

Natasha's actual birthday that year fell on a Friday and so Reggie booked a room at the Palmer House for the night following her birthday celebrations; believing nothing less would do for such an auspicious occasion. For her birthday Vera had scheduled a small intimate party with just the Williams sisters and their boyfriends or significant others. Natasha, more attuned to the day/night that Reggie had been planning, was not interested in a gala party with her girlfriends attending, so she was quite satisfied with her mother's modest celebration. In addition to some truly cool gifts from the Williams sisters (like a sapphire necklace) to Natasha's surprise Vera gifted the keys to a sporty Lexus and she couldn't have been happier. 

Reggie had planned to hire a limousine to transport them to the Palmer House the next day, but since Natasha had her first set of wheels they decided to drive it. Although it was her car, Natasha deferred to Reggie, allowing him to transport them on this special occasion. 

Natasha was candid with Vera as to what she was up to, so that Vera knew not to expect her to return home that night. Natasha was very close to her mother and unlike a lot of mothers and daughters; Natasha and Vera had frank sex talks. Thus, despite being a virgin, Natasha was fully aware of most of the sexual intricacies between a man and a woman. Although Vera did not divulge any specific details of her own sex life to her daughter, Vera managed to convey the essence of what to expect in sex.

Considering her own bizarre and unstable sexual experiences, Vera's main wish sexually for Natasha was for her to have a "normal" sex life. So knowing Natasha was finally going to have sex with Reggie, her steady boyfriend for a relatively long time, Vera could only be happy that her desire for a predictable harmonious sexual destiny was apparently coming true. Vera was also comforted by knowing that Natasha was on the Pill; she was not ready to be a grandmother at an obscenely young age of thirty-two.

When Reggie and Natasha arrived at 1:00 PM and registered, they were escorted by a bell hop to their room carrying their one common suitcase. Once they were in the room alone, having removed their shoes, they just stared at each other, contemplating that the long awaited and anticipated first sex would soon come to fruition.

Natasha broke eye contact first by slipping her gaze down to his crotch. Spotting his burgeoning erection she broke the silence by stating:

"My! My! My Reggie! You seem to be happy to see me. You sure seem ready to make me a woman."

With that said she reached out and grasped his cock; feeling it through his pants. Although a virgin, Natasha knew bigger was better and she instinctively realized upon touching Reggie's manhood he was bigger than most. 

So she purred:

"Oh my Reggie! Not that I'm an expert. Of course not since this is my first time. Still I can tell you have what it takes to make me a woman. Would you like to see what you have been waiting for in all these years? I hope the wait was worth it."

By her opening boldness Reggie knew that Natasha's resistance to sex up to now was not based on any reluctance to engage in sex, or any fear of the act itself. He was relieved there would be no maidenly hesitation from Natasha.

He could not be more ecstatic and so he replied in kind:

"Oh yeah baby let's see what you got. I want to see what my cock is going to be getting into."

Although Natasha was a virgin she was reasonably knowledgeable about the mechanics of sexual intercourse and what to expect. It was not just her sex talks with her mother, but amongst her circle of girlfriends at her high school, she was the only one still a virgin. With the benefit of discussions with her experienced peers, she had an inkling of pleasures awaiting her.

She suspected that there wasn't much about sex she would not enjoy, and she was eager to enjoy the experience herself. So geeked was she to finally lose her cherry that she was not one bit apprehensive of the virginal pain her girlfriends warned her about, which strangely enough, her mother had been silent about. As far as Natasha was concerned she surely could tolerate the little bit of pain that every female endures when losing their virginity. 

Natasha stepped away from Reggie and freed her shoulders from her dress, and let it drop to her waist. She unhooked her bra and unceremoniously tossed it aside landing on the floor. 

Then cupping her ample breasts she gushed:

"Do you like my boobs Reggie? Aren't they beauties? All my girlfriends are envious of them; they think I have the best set in the school. What do you think?"

"Oh yeah Natasha baby. Those are the greatest."

Then she squeezed and pinched her nipples as she continued:

"See how hard my nipples are? Don't you just wanna play with them?"

"Oh yeah, baby! Of fuck yeah Natasha. Those tits of yours are better than anything I have ever seen in 'Playboy'."

She giggled at his reaction and continued:

"Oh Reggie, how about my ass? Would you like to see that now?"

"Oh yeah Natasha baby! Let's see you shake your booty!"

Natasha pushed her dress off her waist to the floor, stepped out of it and kicked it to the side. Then she turned around, with her back to him lowered her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. She was now completely naked as she bent down so that her ass sticking up became the highest point of her standing body. She reached back to spread her ass cheeks to provide a provocative and unobstructed view of her ass hole and cunt. 

She cooed:

"How about this Reggie darling? Do you like what you see? Think you are going to like to mess with this?"

"Oh yeah Natasha baby!"

Reggie was getting a little irritated with himself. He felt like he was the one acting like callow youth having first time sex, whereas Natasha is the one that was acting like the cool sexual sophisticate. He couldn't imagine a properly trained courtesan being more skilful in setting this scene like Natasha was doing. All he could do was to utter inanities in response to Natasha's vamp antics.

Natasha turned around and purred:

"Well Reggie now you have seen mine. I think it is time for you to show me yours. I want to see what's in store for me." 

Reggie was now reacting automatically to Natasha's directions and thus he removed his shoes and socks and dropped his pants. Natasha, though, was impatient, and so she dropped to her knees in front of him and freed his cock from his briefs. She grabbed his cock and rolled it across her face. then she caressed his cock under her chin and on her neck. She raised herself so that she could rub his cock on her breasts and her nipples. 

All this time she was chanting in a sing song fashion:

"Oh what a beautiful cock. Oh what magnificent manhood. All mine..."

Reggie was not a virgin but none of the girls he had previously dallied with were as enthusiastic for sex as Natasha had already demonstrated. He marveled that they had done very little in the way of sex as of yet- heck he was not even completely naked- but he was in a most passionate state of agitation already; and more ecstatic then in any of his previously completed sexual intercourses. Thus he hurriedly discarded the rest of his clothes to become naked and eager to get to Natasha's defloration.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 17



He said:

"Oh Natasha baby! Finally I'm ready. You are not afraid of my cock at all?"

"Oh no Reggie honey! I know what you are going to do and I know I want you to do it. I want your cock. Yes I know it might hurt but it will be OK."

After that instincts took over. Natasha sauntered to the bed, turned down the covers and plopped on the bed sheet. She laid flat on her back and provocatively spread her legs as wide apart as she could. 

She let out a deep sigh and urged:

"Oh Reggie come here and do me. Fuck me. Make me a woman. I am your woman."

Reggie needed no second invitation and so he jumped into the bed. He quickly mounted her and directed his cock into her virgin cunt. Although Reggie was now experienced in sex he had not fucked a virgin before so he was momentarily stymied by the resistance of her hymen. 

Natasha did let out a mild scream of pain but as she realized he had stopped and overwrought as she was she cried out:

"Don't stop Reggie baby. Please don't mind me. Just bust my cherry and make me scream. You are not hurting me. You can't hurt me."

Reggie did as he was bidden and Natasha screamed in agonized pain. But as he tried to stop, Natasha wrapped her legs behind him and thrust her hips. In the midst of her screams she articulated:

"Come on Reggie. Don't stop! Keep fucking me! Don't worry you are not hurting me."

Her agonizing screams of pain belied her words, but he heeded them and continued fucking her albeit slowly. All of sudden she ceased evidencing pain and instead commenced grunting and moaning. There was no mistaking the sounds of Natasha's grunts and moans. These were sounds of pure unadulterated pleasure. The fucking came to a mutual climax. Just as he was ejaculating she screamed out her orgasm:

"Oh fuck Reggie! Oh fuck! Shit! Shit! Shit! It's too much. Oh my God! It's so fucking good! Oh fuck I'm undone!"

She fainted! Reggie was absolutely frightened. He did not know what had happened and he started to panic. However before he could take some foolish action, Natasha wakened from her swoon and smiled:

"Oh Reggie my love! That was wonderful! That was awesome. It was everything I'd imagined it would be. Oh but I need some more! Please do me again. You can do it. I know you can. Please Reggie! Please fuck me Reggie! Please! Please..."

Well as far as Reggie could see he had no option but to fuck Natasha again. Besides her earnest plea had aroused him; he was erect again able to perform. This time when he penetrated her she was very juicy as her vagina had retained lots of his previously expelled semen. There was a very audible squishy sound emanating from her cunt but they were both too far gone to be deterred by such off putting noise. 

She had wrapped her legs behind him with her heels resting on his buttocks. He sort of sensed some moisture from her legs rubbing against his body. He realized that this slippery sensation must be the residue of her virginal bloody discharge still caked on her legs. Rather than being squeamish from such moisture, he actually reveled in it.

Now he had considered and acknowledged in his own mind that Natasha was his girl, his love of his life, his soul mate even. However unlike his peers, despite his youthful optimism in expecting eternal love, he was sophisticated enough and worldly wise to be aware that lifelong love and companionship are the exception rather than the rule.

After all both he and Natasha were raised by single mothers. None of his aunts have had boyfriends or significant others lasting more than three years. In fact there was no one amongst his friends and acquaintances that had both biological parents still living together.

Therefore, although his ambitions, hopes and desires would be to be with Natasha forever, still he believed the odds were against it. 

This then made this day/night very special. Should he and Natasha indeed part sometime down the road nothing can be taken away from the fact he was her first. The fact that he was fucking her with her legs splattered with her virginal blood can never be replicated.

With the uniqueness of their sexual intercourse paramount in his mind, his testes finished their production. Accordingly, he was pumping more semen into her vagina. Exuberant in his climax he literally yelled:

"Ew ah! Ya hoo! Oh shit, shit, shit! Oh shit! Wow!"

In his euphoria he was not particularly aware that Natasha was simultaneously enjoying her first non virginal orgasm. She certainly was shouting out her climax but he was so caught up in his passion he just did not hear her. 

Up to this point Natasha was oblivious to the mess their love making had produced. Actually she was oblivious to any sentient thought from the moment she had entered the room and started gazing at Reggie and aware she was about to surrender her virginity. It was not until the afterglow of her second orgasm that she finally noticed her virginal bloody discharge on her legs and on the bed sheets.

Later whenever she recalled her defloration she was always surprised by her actions and her attitudes. Before she had entered the room and arrived at the point of no return, she had expected she would enjoy sex. From everything she had read or learned from her peers, she knew sex could be a joyful activity. As confirmation for such belief, since puberty she was no stranger to masturbation and derived satisfactory pleasure from it. 

Although she was excited in anticipation of her first sexual intercourse, and looking forward to her first non self-induced orgasm, she did not think it would be a big deal. She intellectually reasoned that as married couples or persons in relationships had sex frequently if not daily; the activity and enjoyment of it could not be all that special possibly a little better than the excitement she derived from masturbating.

She had actually speculated that her enjoyment of sex would be equivalent or similar to the enjoyment she derived from playing the violin. She truly loved playing the violin and derived great pleasure from it. Sometimes when she was especially inspired her mood became quite passionate as she played the music. 

However no matter how enthralled she became in her playing she had a firm grip on her emotions. She was always in control and her actions were deliberate. She never did anything compulsively.

However as soon as Natasha had entered the hotel room she started to learn that her capacity to enjoy sex was limitless; way beyond any enjoyment she derived from playing the violin. The first indicator was her vamp act before Reggie paving the way for their sexual activity. She never subsequently understood what prompted her to spontaneously act like a whore. Her actions and her sexually taunting were definitely unplanned, unrehearsed. It was if a sex fairy had gotten into her brain and directed her actions and her speech.

When he penetrated her and ruptured her hymen, the pain was excruciating. Her cries of pain were the true genuine anguish she was experiencing. On the other hand her brain was accepting if not even welcoming the pain. Natasha knew at that moment that had Reggie in an act of chivalry withdrawn his penis from her she would have been furious. No doubt had such occurred she would have pummeled him with her fist in reaction to her frustration.

Luckily she had been able to induce him to persevere. Her subsequent orgasm was unreal and completely intense beyond anything she could have imagined without having experienced it first. She was so overwhelmed by that initial orgasm that she dead fainted in her euphoria. 

As soon as she had quickly recovered from that swoon all she could think of was "more". She had lost all her perception; she was in an automatic pilot mode. She was later able to recall precisely word for word what she had uttered in urging Reggie to fuck her again, but she could never remember what prompted her to articulate the plea.

The second sexual intercourse was forever a blur in her memory. Her memory banks had shut down during this time frame. Her mind was simply absorbing the various pleasure sensations that were coursing throughout her body and particularly it seemed in her bloodstream. She could only subsequently deduce that she had no memory of this sexual intercourse because her brain did not register the activity as it had occurred.

Natasha's actual first sentient thought since she entered the hotel room occurred during the afterglow of her second orgasm. Such first thought was the recognition of the bloody mess of her defloration. She belatedly noticed the blood caked on her legs and the soiled bed sheets. She even thought she saw a hint of blood on Reggie's penis. Thus she came to the conclusion that a shower was in order.

Her second sentient thought was relief on discovering there was a second bed in the room. So now she was happy to realize that there would be clean bed sheets available for subsequent fucking. That there would be subsequent fucking was a given already imbedded in her mind. 

Her third sentient thought was the realization that she was not all that fastidious as she surmised had there been no second bed there would still be subsequent fucking bloody sheets and all.

After a mutual shower where they each enjoyed washing each other's private parts, it was back to bed albeit a new untried bed for the third coitus. This time Reggie fucked Natasha doggie style. She was on her knees with her ass sticking up in the air, bent at a 45 degrees angle, with her face resting on a pillow. There was not much physical exertion required of her in this position which just suited her fine. 

Natasha felt like she was in heaven receiving his penile thrusts. She grunted at the commencement of each stroke and she squealed and squeaked when his cock crashed her womb. By now the rush of sexual pleasure coursing throughout her body and especially in her bloodstream had become a familiar sensation but one she knew she would never tire of. As soon as she sensed a fresh stream of Reggie's sperm flooding her vagina she reached her climax and was compelled to scream out her joy. 

At the end of this copulation, Natasha was amenable to a respite and agreed to go down to the main floor for dinner at the restaurant of the hotel. She had brought an appropriate evening dress, and with the joy of her sexual experience dominating her demeanor, she was simply radiant to witness.

During the meal, Natasha was somewhat discomforted from the soreness in her cunt, but it did not disturb her. Actually she reveled in her pain as it signified to her completion of a rite of passage. She was simply giddy throughout the meal savoring the happiness of her euphoria.

When they went back to the bedroom, Natasha got on top of Reggie as he was lying flat on his back in the bed. She impaled herself and remained upright as she started riding him while facing him. In this position Reggie enjoyed a visual treat as Natasha's ample boobs flopped tantalizingly while she was bouncing up and down on his cock. To enhance his pleasures she reached behind her and caressed his balls in sync with her motion.

Despite starting the day as a virgin, Natasha's riding of his cock was as technically superior and as exciting as the most experienced sophisticated sexually active female could have done. She just had an instinctive natural flair for sex. When he ejaculated this time, he deposited in her cunt just about as copious amount of sperm as the three previous engagements. He marveled at his stamina but he had to admit to himself that he would have to attribute his prowess to Natasha's enthusiasm.

What contributed to Natasha's insatiable sexual appetite at the Palmer House Hotel room was the mind game her brain was playing. She had remained chaste up to this day for various reasons. None of these reasons was based on fear or apprehension of actually having sex. On the contrary, she had expected to enjoy sex and looked forwarded to it. To her surprise her enjoyment of sex proved to be far beyond what she had anticipated.

As a result all the reasons for postponing sex till this day seemed now foolish to her. She had in effect denied herself these pleasures for almost four years as Reggie had first started propositioning her when they were fourteen years of age. So subconsciously, her brain was demanding she make up for lost time. Hence the need for multiple sexual acts on an occasion became developed in her brain. Also came the decision or vow that for the next few months she would be fucking like a mink to catch up to what she had missed.

After a suitable period of rest as each of them calmed from the frenzy of their sexual activity, Natasha started agitating again. She was leisurely stroking his cock seemingly almost absent mindedly. Once she got it to full erection, having taken matters into her own hands so to speak, she again got on top of him but this time her back was to him. She inserted his cock into her and leaned back as she commenced fucking. 

To her absolute delight this position afforded her total control as Reggie was not called upon for any physical exertion. She was able to maneuver her hips at her own direction to effect the maximum enjoyment of the friction of his cock in her cunt. It was almost like masturbation but with the major distinction of having a real live partner. Soon enough she was experiencing yet another major full blown orgasm. To Reggie's astonishment he ejaculated exactly at the same time as Natasha was screaming. Since he had been thoroughly passive this time his ejaculation caught him literally unawares.

Natasha being sexually inexperienced was ignorant of some aspects of sex; in particular she was totally unaware of the difference in libido between men and women. She knew enough that a male penis must become erect to perform satisfactorily but she had assumed that as soon as a man desired sex he would automatically become erect. She had thought that the mere sight of a naked woman was all that was needed. It had not sunk into her mind that in the subsequent activity that they had, Reggie's cock to became erect required additional promoting such as like when she was stroking his rod.

As the evening continued and Natasha's desire for sex did not wane, Reggie sensed that Natasha was expecting he could fuck continuously without interruption. So when Natasha was starting to make some new amorous advances, he stopped her and said:

"Wait Natasha. We've got to stop for a while. I need to rest somewhat between our fucks." 

"Why? What's wrong? Don't you want to fuck me anymore?"

"Yes of course we'll fuck some more, but you got to know that men and women are different. Women can perform sex even when not aroused or wanting sex. But this is not true for men. We must be aroused as we cannot fuck anything with limp dicks. But our cocks need some rest time before they are capable of performing again. Whereas all you women need is a brief time to catch your breath and you can start fucking right away."

"Oh poo! I do so much want your lovely cock in me again. I just need it so. Can't you hurry up?"

"Tell you what. I can eat you out as I can always do that, without any rest and that should relieve your needs."

"Eat me out? What do you mean?"

"Well I can use my tongue on your clit and pussy, I'll be licking you. You'll like it. Most guys call it a muff dive."

"Yes of course I've heard something about that from some of my girlfriends. They told me that sometimes they let their boyfriends do that. Wow then! It does sound exciting. And you say you can do it now without any more rest?"

"Yes Natasha."

"Well what are you waiting for then? Let's get on with it. What do you want me to do?" 

With that said Reggie directed Natasha to lay flat on her back and instructed her to spread her legs as wide as possible. He crawled between her thighs and with his fingers parted her labia lips. He stuck his tongue out to make contact with the folds of her cunt, and started licking.

Then having approached her clitoris area, he instinctively slurped and vacuumed her clit and surrounding tissue into his mouth. He gently bit at the base of her clitoris so he could massage her clit exclusively with his tongue. While doing this he slipped two fingers stuck together, into her cunt. 

Natasha for her part found herself in uncharted waters of anticipated sexual pleasure. She was vaguely aware of the mechanics of cunnilingus, but, as a virgin, she had never given much thought to this kind of sexual activity. Thus when she first felt his tongue on her cunt, she shivered in reaction to this unbelievable, unexpected thrill. She automatically lifted her right leg over him and rested her heel on his back; thereby providing better convenience for both of them to engage in this activity. 

As Natasha became more excited by his oral sex her hips involuntarily moved in rhythm with his tongue movements. To capture the highest delights that his tongue was affording she placed a hand on the back of his head to direct him to hit all the right spots. Her alternative intention of placing her hand on his hand was to signify gratitude for the pleasures he was providing for her.His tongue did hit the right spots and she soon was carried away to euphoria as she was screaming out her joy at an exquisite orgasm.

This was actually the first time Reggie ever had performed cunnilingus. He found the activity mind blowing. He was absolutely overpowered by the pungent odor of Natasha's cunt; which no doubt was made potent by recent sexual activity. However rather than finding her odor offensive and disgusting, he reveled in it. He became quite light headed breathing in her fumes. His passion soared as his mind suggested that he was responsible in making her smell like that which included his sperm in her.

As it turned out the oral sex was so exciting to him that when he saw her agitating in response and fall into the thralls of an orgasm, he became erect again. He became rock hard; as hard if not harder than on any previous occasion in his lifetime. Consequently, he got back in place to effect a missionary position for sexual intercourse. As soon as he sensed she was calming down from the effects of her cunnilingus induced climax, he entered and penetrated her. He commenced a slow languorous vaginal intercourse.

As Natasha was basking in the afterglow of an exquisite orgasm from his oral sex, she was at first unaware that he had entered and penetrated her. As soon as she became cognizant that he was fucking her, yet again, she let out a shriek of undisguised ecstasy and joy. She then quickly wrapped her legs behind him and crossed her ankles to hold him to her. As she started her hips in movement to meet his thrusts she growled as if to warn him that he must not stop what he had started. They set a frantic pace and an ensuing mutual explosive climaxes were the natural consequence.

During the ensuing restful afterglow, Natasha took stock of what had transpired to date and what she had learned. She was now educated in the nature of a man's sexual stamina. She had known beforehand that a man had to have an erection to have sex but she had assumed that a man got aroused as soon as he desired and knew he was going to get sex. She even suspected that maybe some encouragement from the female partner might be desired and no doubt such awareness was the subconscious catalyst that prompted her to do that first vamp act.

However it had not occurred to her that a man must have some recovery time to produce a fresh erection. She had thought only physical fatigue was what limited a couple's copulations in one sexual session. Having her ignorance in this matter now corrected she had been intrigued by how aroused Reggie had become after his muff dive of her. She concluded that the recovery time a man requires is not just dependent on passage of time. It appeared to her that his emotional state would dictate the length of the recovery time needed.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 17



During the ensuing afterglow, Natasha reasoned that if Reggie got this aroused by simply performing oral sex on her, he must get really aroused by having oral sex performed on him. In her conversations with her girlfriends, she knew most of them did just that to their boyfriends and it was called giving head. 

She got the impression that most of her girl friends did not like giving head and did so only on sufferance to please their boyfriends. Some of her girlfriends apparently did not mind the practice and one even professed to sincerely enjoy it. However all her girlfriends were unanimously of the opinion that the taste of sperm was god-awful and dreaded the times their boyfriends would insist on cumming into their mouths.

Natasha did not think she would have any aversion to the taste of cum. After all she always sucked on her fingers during and after masturbation to savor her female juices. She believed that most would find this action disgusting and appalling, and so she never revealed her guilty secret to anyone. It struck her now that her girlfriends having admitted taking cum into their mouths, it must follow that tasting and ingesting male sperm must be viewed as normal and an acceptable sexual practice.

With her mind having reached to this point in her deliberations, Natasha stuck two fingers into her vagina. She scooped out some of Reggie's retained semen from the various intercourses, and brought those fingers to her mouth to taste it. Just as she had surmised she found his cum tasty. Not as delicious as say chocolate milk, but again not as vile as the fish liver oil Vera made her take as a child. She found the taste to be exotic and erotic and throwing her into euphoria. Her blood was heating up to a boiling passion as she savored his cum.

It occurred to her that the cum was probably mixed in with her female secretions. Thus she thought if she was going to enjoy the exclusive full flavor of his manly juices there was no help for it but to give him head. So she scooted into a position to conveniently perform fellatio on him. In the back of her mind she vaguely remembered reading or hearing somewhere that there are guys, probably a tiny minority, who actually found oral sex disgusting and would refuse to indulge in it. She was sure that Reggie was of not that persuasion but why take the chance?

So she said:

"Reggie, darling, I hope you don't mind but I am about to take your wonderful magnificent, black cock into my mouth. After your muff dive I think there is a cliché that applies here: 'What is sauce for the goose is sauce for the gander'." 

Reggie actually wanted to protest as his cock was now severely depleted from all the activity. He could sense that new stimulation on his cock at this point would probably produce rough, raw, scraping pain felt right down to the marrow of his spine. However the droll request by Natasha struck his funny bone and so he joined in the spirit of her playful banter by replying:

"Right you are, Natasha baby. Just gimme that sauce. I sure need that sauce." 

With her arm resting on his midriff, Natasha stroked his penis gently. As she stroked she stared at his cock, appreciating its magnificent structure. As she had hardly ever seen a naked male penis before she was taking her time to truly satisfy her female curiosity of his masculine appendage. She enjoyed seeing the contrast of his dark skin color of his cock to the pale color of her hand. His cock was soft and velvety to the touch of her hand. She let out a huge sigh of ecstasy and then opened her mouth to slip his cock inside.

This was Natasha's first fellatio, and to Reggie's pleasant surprise it was as erotic a performance as he could have wanted. Natasha had some vague ideas from information exchanged with her girlfriends about how to effectively give head, but most of what she did was of her own instinct; she was just a natural at oral sex.

She first only retained his cockhead in her mouth. She was licking his bulb and tickled the hole of his penis with her tongue. As she was sucking on his cockhead she was moderately stroking his rod that was outside of her mouth. Then she started a slow descent on his rod to deep throat him. To Reggie's amazement she was able to stuff his entire rod into her mouth. His body hair was tickling her nose as it was nestling at the base of his cock.

She stopped all movement of her head and held his cock fully enclosed in her mouth for quite some time. During this time she was gently caressing his sac and balls and she started a simple and relentless moan. For his part Reggie was moaning when not engaged in heavy breathing. Her eyes were closed most of the time as she reached a new sexual zone of ecstasy. 

She then slowly released his cock and let it slip out of her mouth. Holding his rod with one hand, she licked the outside of his cock moving downwards. Then she swallowed his entire sac. With the sac in her mouth she was able to jostle his balls with her tongue. Once she expelled his sac she was vigorously licking the skin of his sac. Then she resumed licking his cock northwards to again deep throat him. She deep throated him twice more following the same pattern.

After the final deep throating she started sucking on his cockhead earnestly. She was now stroking his cock vigorously and non- stop. That did the trick as Reggie reached another climax and his cum shot out of his penis hitting the back of Natasha's throat. Once sensing he was spent she let his now wilting cock slip out of her mouth. 

Up to now she was giving head facing away from him. So she rose to an upright position on her knees and turned to face him. She opened her mouth and with a finger pushed an errant glob of sperm back into her mouth. This action also allowed him a glimpse of her oral cavity full of his sperm. Having closed her mouth again she then swished the cum in her mouth simulating a wine tasting technique. However unlike a wine tasting she did not spit out the sperm but instead visibly gulped down the contents in her mouth. She then opened her mouth wide to allow a view of her now empty oral cavity. 

With a wicked smile Natasha said:

"You know Reggie all of my girlfriends have told me that male cum is awful to taste. I just don't see it. Yours is sure yummy. But then it is probably due to the fact that their boyfriends do not have the kind of sweet tasting cream that you have; I am sure a survey would reveal that you possess the sweetest tasting cream in Chicago." 

Reggie replied teasingly:

"I guess I should be honored, but I hope you don't intend to take that survey."

"Not to worry Reggie honey, you have nothing to fear in that department. You are all the man I need."

They rested now for some time exchanging light banter keeping each other amused but energized as well. As soon as Natasha discerned Reggie's stamina had returned she would initiate yet another sexual activity. Her sexual appetite that night was prodigious; she appeared to be insatiable. It started to worry Reggie if he would last that night/morning. He sensed his male ego would suffer if he could not get Natasha to surrender and instead he wilted before he could satisfy her last desire.

Unfortunately from Reggie's viewpoint there seemed to be no stopping or retarding Natasha's libido. After 2:30 AM, he was becoming desperate as he wanted to stop for the night. However Natasha gave no indication that she was prepared to quit.

He came with an idea that might work. He thought he would suggest they try sodomy. He could envision two possible outcomes by his request. Result "A" might be that she would be appalled and disgusted with the suggestion and thereby lose all sexual interest to continue.

Alternatively, Result "B", since he had no lubricant, the pain from the sodomy might be overpowering enough to dissuade Natasha from further sex. As either result would serve his purpose, he asked while Natasha was nonchalantly stroking his penis to encourage another erection:

"Natasha baby, you have had my cock in your pussy plenty of times now, and you have had my cock in your mouth but you haven't...." 

If Reggie truly believed Natasha would take offence or shirk from the proposal of sodomy, he had a lot to learn about Natasha's sexuality as she interrupted in mid sentence:

"Taken your cock up my ass? Oh Reggie only two of my girlfriends have taken cock up their ass. The rest of them have been too afraid to even try it. Oh yes Reggie I'd love to have your cock in my butt. My girlfriends say that it is called 'around the world' if a girl takes a cock in all three places during sex. Oh I'm so excited! I bet I'm the only virgin that has done an 'around the world' during her first sex."

With that Natasha popped his cock into her mouth to get in a few licks and moistening it as well to ease entry into her rear passage. As Reggie had not yet experienced sodomy either, he became erect quickly at the realization of what was about to happen. He also realized that obviously Result "A" was not to be. However it became evident that Result "B" had a chance of success.

As she got into the doggie position to receive him, he had not penetrated more than an inch before Natasha screamed in agony: 

"Ouch! Ow! Ow! Ow! Oh fuck! Oh shit! Oh that hurts! That hurts so fucking much!"

Reggie was totally alarmed, far more than the occasion of the defloration, by the obvious pain and misery Natasha was suffering. He automatically stopped dead in his tracks but this time Natasha screamed: 

"Oh no you don't Reggie! Don't stop! Keep pushing! I can take it!"

Reggie complied and gently eased his cock deeper and deeper into her anal canal till he had his entire rod in her. At this point, Natasha gritted her teeth, and commanded:

"Stop everything Reggie! Please! Oh shit this hurts! Don't do anything for now baby! Let me get used to your monster. I will be fine soon and you will be able to start fucking, but for now don't do anything. Oh God that hurts. Just wait for my signal."

The pain was almost unbearable for Natasha. Reggie's cock was not only long but thick as well; and for a big girl, she had a dainty small anus. Consequently as her anus gaped to allow the intrusion of Reggie's cock travelling along her rectum, she felt like the skin in her rectum was tearing and being ripped apart.

However, once the excruciating pain reached a level beyond which she could no longer tolerate, the pain started ebbing as it was being slowly replaced by hints of pleasure. A fire of passion was ignited; the source of which she could not determine. She soon was burning with lust. The emotional heat in her flesh and blood was causing her to physically perspire. She perspired profusely; the sweat was dropping from her forehead like mist.

Her need now became urgent as she shouted:

"OK now Reggie! Start fucking me! Shove that cock! Pump my ass! Fuck me hard. Don't stop until you make my ass sing!"

Reggie did not need a second invitation as he started sliding his cock. Her ass was now able to accommodate his cock if not comfortably but at least tolerably. That initial horrendous pain now gave way to exhilarating pleasure. She was grunting at each stroke as his torso kept banging into her buttocks. She was, perhaps involuntarily, wiggling her ass providing thereby easier mobility for his cock, but giving him an extra visual thrill. She was also muttering incoherently but of which contained frequent usage of the "F" word.

Natasha's vocalization was a further turn on for Reggie. Not that he needed any as he was in yet another new zone of sexual ecstasy. His cock in her ass proved to quite a tight fit. As a result the friction of his cock moving in her rear love canal was producing exhilarating waves of raw emotion packed thrills.

The sodomy continued for a longer time then one would have expected considering the enhanceded state both Natasha and Reggie found themselves in. The fact that it was prolonged though meant that their orgasms were as explosive as ever. Reggie in his euphoria was shouting in absolute glee as his ejaculation momentarily banished all sentient control; Natasha was also screaming her orgasm. Whenever she subsequently reminisced about this particular orgasm she always recalled it fondly as an off the charts one in terms of intense emotional impact.

At the peak of her orgasm, Natasha momentarily remained frozen on her hands and knees doggie position as her euphoria ebbed. Likewise, Reggie was paralyzed in his position behind her as his cock was slowly wilting and slipping out of her rectum. Suddenly Natasha let out a very loud and extremely odiferous fart. The force of the fart expelled his cock and some of the cum out of her ass; the latter splattering onto his midriff.

In reaction Reggie laughed and joked:

"Careful what you wish for Natasha. I don't believe I have ever heard an ass sing so loudly or smell so sweet in doing so."

Natasha may have been aware of her fart but she paid no heed to his remark since she had collapsed onto the bed in mid sentence. Before Reggie could get concerned or alarmed, he heard her snoring as she evidently had fallen dead asleep finally succumbing to fatigue. And she was snoring rather loudly; almost masculine sounding, definitely not lady-like.

Reggie was absolutely amused by the turn of events. It would appear Result "B" came to fruition but not in the way he had imagined. She probably would have still been interested in further sex despite the pain of the sodomy but finally her stamina had been taxed beyond her breaking point. Thus his masculine pride was saved as he outlasted her after all as the marathon sex had finally ended.

Curiously, although he was thoroughly tired prior to the sodomy, the activity caused his adrenaline to kick into a higher plane. He was not sleepy and not prepared to join her in slumber. Instead he has now restless. He was a light smoker, as a pack of cigarettes would last him three days. To accommodate Natasha, a militant non-smoker, they were booked in a non smoking room. Consequently, except for the dinner recess he had not had a cigarette throughout the marathon sex session and he now craved one. Thus he got dressed and exited the main entrance of the hotel to smoke outside on that nippy night. 

As he had his cigarette, he reflected on all that had transpired. Natasha's sexual appetite actually flummoxed him, but in a happy way. Given the four years she had constantly resisted his sexual overtures, he would have thought she would have been somewhat reticent, nervous and definitely awkward in her first time for sex. Instead her self assurance and self confidence made possible the high caliber sex he had just experienced. 

As he reviewed all the other sex he had experienced there was no denying that the sex with Natasha was the best, the hottest and the most satisfying. Given the enthusiasm Natasha displayed, he could not imagine experiencing a better sexual episode than this. To top it all he had not yet met or encountered a female more beautiful than Natasha with the possible exception of her mother, but that did not count.

Besides all that he found the fart and the snoring by Natasha at the end totally endearing. As Reggie had grown up with her he had become accustomed to her stunning beauty and often took it for granted. Nevertheless he was very cognizant of Natasha's beauty which tended to give the impression she was perfect and unreal; not like a normal person at all. 

So the fart and snoring was totally at odds to the image of Natasha the perfect female. Instead what it did was confirm that Natasha was really a normal person who happened to have stellar qualities. All in all he had to conclude that if their relationship would not last it would not be because he found another woman that he would rather be with.

Having finished his cigarette he noticed that across the street were coin operated newspaper boxes where one could pick up either Chicago newspaper. As the Sunday editions were then already available he decided to pick up a paper to read before he was finally ready to join Natasha in sleep. He was crossing the street absent mindedly lost in his pleasant thoughts, not noticing a vehicle bearing down on him.

A drunk driver operating a SUV was speeding along East Monroe Street. In his inebriated condition, and because of the darkness, the driver did not notice Reggie on the street until it was too late to avoid collision. The resulting impact killed Reggie almost instantly.

The police and an ambulance arrived on the scene fairly quickly as a hotel employee spotted Reggie lying on the road within seconds after the impact and had phoned 911. No one got the license plate number of the SUV so that driver was never identified and escaped punishment for his crime. Reggie was pronounced dead at the scene.

The police were able to identify Reggie from his wallet. They were able to ascertain he was a guest at the hotel by consulting with the night manager in charge of the lobby. As Reggie had registered only in his name, and used his credit card to pay for the room, the manager was unaware of Natasha's presence and he along with the police thought there was no need to investigate his room. The manager prepared a note for the cleaning crew to collect personal belongings in the room when cleaning the room and holding same pending claim by the next of kin.

A pair of police officers was dispatched to the Excalibur Street home to ascertain Reggie's next of kin and inform of his death. Vera answered the door and so was with Alisha when she heard the horrible news. 

Alisha was asked if she was able to accompany the police officers to the morgue to make official identification of Reggie's body and to complete necessary paper work. Despite her heavy all encompassing grief, Alisha acquiesed to the suggestion. In the back of her mind was the hope that the body she would be shown would not be Reggie's and the police had made a horrible mistake. 

Vera asked the police officers about Natasha but they had no information of her. So when Alisha went with the police officers Vera decided to go to the hotel to ascertain her daughter's whereabouts.

Upon arrival Vera identified herself to the manager at the lobby and explained the situation as she knew it. The manager confirmed according to his notes that a Reggie Williams had indeed booked a room and that the police had advised of his death at the hands of a hit and run driver while he was a pedestrian on East Monroe Street. However his notes gave no indication of the presence of a Natasha Starikovich.

Vera advised the manager that Reggie and Natasha had planned to stay at the hotel for the night as a celebration of her birthday and she had seen them leave together pursuant to such plan. Thus, as far as Vera was concerned, Natasha may probably still be in the room. The manager conceded that in the light of such information that her daughter may very well indeed be in the room and he would ring the room to ascertain if such was the case.

Vera protested that it would be inhumane to advise Natasha of the death of her lover in such a cruel manner. Pointing out that if there is any person in that room it must be Natasha, and so she asked for a key to the room, so that if Natasha was there she could advise her daughter gently of the terrible news. The manager was not prepared to do that, but as a compromise he was willing to allow a hotel security officer, to escort Vera to the room and to determine if Natasha was in the room.

Vera had a tinge of trepidation in case the security officer summoned would prove to be her nemesis the suspicious Jack Stevens. Whenever Vera had been a guest with Richard Snyder, and encountered Stevens, although advised that Vera was a respectable guest, he still by his demeanor betrayed his initial suspicions that Vera was really a high class hooker. Fortunately, the officer was not Stevens, who unbeknownst to Vera, was no longer employed by the hotel.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 18



Reggie's funeral was held the following Thursday and his body was laid to rest. Natasha suffered a new bout of grief as she reflected on what she had lost. That night, Natasha vowed to Vera that Reggie was her soul mate and she had lost all; so she was not going to have sex ever again. She would dedicate her upcoming musical career to his memory. Vera grimly sighed at the naïve statement, but didn't say anything. She chalked it up as a period of sorrow her youthful daughter was enduring, the likes of which she had never experienced before.

Three days later, on Sunday morning, Vera had a surprise for Natasha.

"Come on Natasha, honey, get dressed. A real estate agent is coming to pick us up to show us some houses."

"What? What are you talking about Mom?"

"I have contacted a real estate agent about purchasing a home. I listed my desires, with the most important that it be conveniently located for travel to Northwestern University, for your school, and for travel downtown, for my work. As a result, the agent has lined up four houses for us to examine. Since you will be living in it for at least awhile as well, I would not want to choose a home that would not suit you."

"My God Mom, you have never mentioned a word. I thought you were going to live here forever. You seem so content with living with Ruth and Alisha. What's brought this on so suddenly?"

"Well Natasha, perhaps I ought to review some things about my life as well as tell you some things I haven't really told you before, so that you can understand my decision. Despite having lived here on Excalibur Street for over eighteen years; more years than I have lived with my parents and family, I was always under the mind set that this place was a temporary living arrangement for me. Ruth offered me temporary shelter when I was pregnant with you. Then when my father made it clear he would not welcome me back with a child, Ruth converted the offer of temporary shelter to allow me to live here on a permanent basis.

"I reconciled with my father when you were four, but there was no question of us moving back to Mississippi, as I was now completely settled in Chicago. However when we were visiting my parents then, I got in touch with Larry Grant, your biological father, to advise him of your existence. He thought that I had obtained an abortion since he had given me money to do so. Now I never intended to get an abortion, so I felt I had fooled Larry and because of that I did not tell him about you. However I realized it was not fair to you or to him that I keep silent and thus the opportunity to inform him about you came about during that visit.

"Larry was not happy and did not want anything to do with us, especially since he was about to marry Pamela Rose. I have told you all this before, but it bears repeating. Larry started then paying me child support, a very substantial and generous sum indeed, but the main proviso was that we were not to intrude on his life."

Natasha interrupted:

"Yes, I know, and it is the one thing about my life I cannot fathom. I really do not understand why he does not want to know anything about me. However when you first fully told me about the circumstances of my birth I realized I had no desire to meet him. It is hard for me to contemplate a relationship with him, a man who would have preferred that I would not have been born."

Vera replied:

"Well to be fair to Larry, when I sprung the news of your existence on him, he was in the midst of probably the highest point of his life. He had just signed which up to then had been the most lucrative NFL contract ever negotiated, and he was engaged to marry Pamela Rose. It is no wonder that news of your existence would be upsetting to him. I suspect the generous child support he paid was his way of making amends."

Vera continued:

"In any case, with the money I began receiving I obviously had the financial wherewithal to move out of here. However Ruth told me I was welcome to continue to stay. I guess I was selfish and too lazy to move out. I like living with Ruth and Alisha and it sure was convenient to have the availability of their babysitting help."

Natasha protested her mom's self-degradation:

"You lazy? Come off it, Mom you are the most industrious woman I know. Be reasonable- you were about as old as I am now and I sure as hell have no ambition at this time to live on my own, especially now with Reggie gone."

Vera replied:

"Be that as it may, I really should have gotten a home about six years ago, when I finished my education and certainly three years ago when I started the firm with Walter. However, starting a new job and then starting my new firm took all my energies. I did not relish the bother of establishing a new home competing with the time I needed to make my work and then my business a success. Once again it was convenient for me not to seek a new residence. Besides most of the entertaining our firm does is at Walter's place, though I realize that is unfair to he and his wife and family.

"So now finally, I feel I must move. Had Reggie not died I would have given you the option of staying here. As that's not the case, I think you would be happier if we do move away so you will not have constant reminders of Reggie to keep you depressed."

Natasha replied:

"Well you have a point there. But what does Ruth say? Have you told her?"

"Yes I have been discussing our move for some time with her and she understands. As a matter of fact, she is going to move soon as well. She has had a terrific career as at nurse anesthetist at North Central Memorial such that a headhunter recently approached her to offer a dream job at a hospital in Arizona. Ruth accepted the new position, and will start there within six weeks. Either Jasmine or Raven is going to move back here to take over; and Alisha would remain here."

So the real estate agent picked up Vera and Natasha to show them four houses he thought would be suitable, and in accordance with Vera's requirements. Since Vera and Natasha always spoke in Russian with each other, the agent could not be in on their conversations as they were viewing the homes. Thus, without the interference of the real estate agent's agenda, Vera and Natasha were able to agree on a house to their genuinely mutual satisfaction.

The chosen house was a large three bedroom colonial of about 3000 square feet in Morton Grove. One of the bedrooms could be set up for Natasha's music room and the a huge dining room was quite suitable for corporate entertaining. It was an easy commute to either Northwestern University or the Sears Tower. In short, it was as perfect a house as they could wish.

They made an offer and, once accepted, plans were finalized to move in at beginning of April. Natasha then was grateful for the car she had received for her birthday present. She could move to Morton Grove but could finish out her last days at her private high school by commuting with her car.

Natasha's vow to remain celibate did not last long. In fact before that February ended she had sex again. As part of the application process to gain admittance to Northwestern's School of Music, she had to perform an audition at the School to determine her musical abilities before she would be formally accepted as a student.

On Friday, the last day of February, having taken the day off from her high school, she arrived at the Bienen School of Music, the name of Northwestern University's faculty of Music, and registered in the morning for her audition and other activities including a performance of a Mozart opera put on by the school for the candidate students that evening. That is how she met Professor Bolek Ostrowski.

Bolek taught Music Theory and was one of the instructors assigned the task of conducting these auditions. When Natasha appeared and performed a Beethoven Sonata he was astounded by two things. Firstly, Natasha played the violin about as perfectly as he had ever heard the violin played. Not only was her playing technically flawless but there was a passion in the performance that was rare amongst musicians. And secondly she had to be the most beautiful woman he had ever encountered. He knew he had to have her.

After Natasha had finished, Bolek beckoned her to approach him and said:

"Ms Starikovich, I am Professor Bolek Ostrowski and if you elect to take a course in Music Theory, I will likely be your instructor." 

He threw in that line knowing that there is a sublimely hidden mission there which hopefully might indeed induce her to take his class. He already envisioned that the more in contact he was with her, the more pleasant his life would be."

He continued:

"Your playing was superb and I am certain you are going to fit in perfectly at the University. I'll be free in half an hour here. If you like I would love to give you a tour of the school, which I modestly suggest will be more helpful to you than the official tour that is planned by the school for all of you student candidates. If you are planning to take advantage of the opera tonight, then I would offer to take you out to a restaurant nearby that provides far better food than the cafeteria here. This way I can give you some pointers on the school and how you can best take advantage of what is available to you."

Natasha flattered by his interest and his offer gushed a reply:

"Oh that would be wonderful Professor Ostrowski. Yes I was planning to take the tour of the school after my audition and attend the opera. Actually as I live in Chicago and have my own car here, I was planning to eat at a restaurant rather than the cafeteria, but I would be delighted to take up your offer to dine with you. After all I would not want to be famished at the performance."

"Bolek. Call me Bolek. Let's treat this afternoon not as a student-teacher event although I will provide you hopefully with some helpful hints that will enable you to succeed better at the University. Instead let it be an exciting afternoon as a precursor to the start of your true musical career. Just think of me as your guide and to keep it light may I call you Natasha?"

"Of course you may, er... Bolek. No doubt you will let me know when I am to revert back to Professor Ostrowski. I guess my clue will be when you start calling me Ms Starikovich again."

Bolek laughed at Natasha's playful repartee. It boded well for success in getting into her pants. Professor Bolek Ostrowski was married with two infant sons; not necessarily happily but also not unhappily. He actually got married as result of impregnating his wife, Claudia, shortly after he had met her, so their wedding was of the old fashioned shotgun variety. He did not object to marrying because Claudia was an heiress and so extremely wealthy.

Although he was required to sign a pre-nuptial agreement, which limited his access to his wife's fortune, nevertheless his marriage to her allowed him to lead a luxurious lifestyle. In addition he truly enjoyed his position at Northwestern University which absolutely fulfilled his career ambitions. In essence he was content with his lot in life. Despite his serendipitous state he knew there was a lack of passion in his life, and from that viewpoint he felt somewhat short changed.

He was cognizant, though, that he was partially to blame for such deficiency because he was a dull man who intellectually shunned passion. Had he been a passionate man he would never have married Claudia; not that Claudia was repulsive or horrid. Actually she was more or less amiable but still she did not float his boat. He did not mind fucking her but he never derived ultimate sexual pleasure or enjoyment from her. He certainly was not in love with her, but perhaps he was not meant to love passionately.

In lieu of this lack of passion, he was able to develop an artificial excitement in his life that made up for his perceived deficiency. The stipulations of the pre-nuptial agreement inspired him to decide to try and thwart the intent of the agreement, while still retaining the full benefits.

He had chafed at executing this agreement of which his father had insisted. Bolek did not have any unusual or outlandish schemes or plans in mind to utilize his wife's monies. Pragmatically, all he desired in life was to be a member of the elite high society in Chicago, have lots of material goods and go on exciting expensive vacations throughout the world. The pre-nuptial did not hinder him in the least from pursuing such a lifestyle, as his wife's monies were available for such purposes.

What he really objected to about the pre-nuptial agreement was that its very existence suggested to the world that he was a fortune hunter or even worse a gigolo. He knew that if he h'd had a fortune anywhere near matching hers there would have been no pre-nup. Of course in truth he was a fortune hunter, and he knew that as well but he wished there were not such tangible evidence.

Finally from the perspective of an outsider's viewpoint though, if he was truly in love with Claudia he would have no problem with the pre-nup. So he signed the pre-nup cheerfully to outwards appearances to keep up the fiction that his marriage to Claudia was a love match. He needed that fiction to preserve his dignity when dealing with his friends and acquaintances.

The pre-nuptial agreement would only onerously come into play should his marriage dissolve as a result of his infidelity. In such eventually, he would be cut off from her fortune and would be required to forfeit half of the profits he made on investments derived from her capital. Even if his marriage ended through no fault attributed to him, he would only get a pittance from her fortune, certainly not enough to maintain the lifestyle he had grown accustomed to. Consequently, he had no desire to end his marriage.

Still there was a death wish in his subconscious psyche. He was compelled to commit adultery. The risk of losing all of his comfortable lifestyle was the sought after excitement he craved in his life. Now in commencing such an adventure he was careful enough not to be reckless. In his adulterous trysts he always paid for any expenses such as dinners and motel rooms in cash so there was no paper trail.

He sensed that Claudia did not wish for a divorce. Since she was 35 years of age and a virgin when she first met him; he had the impression she had been unhappy with such status. Being married with children was a much more desirable situation from her viewpoint. As he kept her decently happy, the last thing she would want was to lose a lifestyle she had desired since she was a little girl. So his ace in the hole was that so long as there was no irrefutable evidence of his adultery Claudia would stick by him.

Two years previously, he had his first illicit affair; it was with a student that lasted several months and last year he had an affair with a faculty member. Both affairs ended badly as each woman fell in love with him and demanded he leave his wife to convert their clandestine affair into an open relationship. It took all his powers of persuasion to convince the women that he could not leave his wife and ruin his children's happiness.

The student was so distraught, though, that she still tried a desperate gambit. She accosted Claudia to reveal the affair and to demand Claudia leave Bolek as a consequence. Claudia did not believe her especially as the student had no proof other than her word. Claudia did confront Bolek about this. She sheepishly asked because all she required was his word that it did not happen.

Bolek convincingly assured Claudia it was just an infatuation by the student who desperately wanted an affair to bolster her self esteem. As he did not encourage her advances, she resorted to this desperate tactic to try and force him to pay attention to her. This crisis finally ended when the student dropped out of the university.

The faculty member at least did not confront Claudia but she still annoyed him at the school. She kept pestering him to leave Claudia and talked about her affair to every faculty member who would listen. However she did not have many friends in the faculty and; as she was not particularly attractive almost everyone believed Bolek's denials. Bolek's carefulness in the affair paid off dividends as realizing she was not being believed, she finally started to avoid Bolek. She was able to obtain an alternative position at another University at the start of the current academic year and so she finally was out of Bolek's hair.

The main thing he learned from these affairs was that it was imperative to dissuade any possibility of a lasting relationship. It would be better to be up front from the get go. So he had vowed that before he started another affair he would be candid about his marital status and make it clear that for the sake of his two sons he would not leave his wife. He would further stipulate that he would still be having sex his wife during their affair.

Obviously such forthrightness made it more difficult to seduce a woman especially a single woman. However Bolek knew that if he could woo a woman having established such ground rules at the beginning, the eventual break up should go smoothly and be free of headaches for him.

Fortuitously for Bolek, such candor was what sealed the deal in enticing Natasha to bed. When Natasha made her statement of intended celibacy to Vera, she was sincere, but in the back of her mind she recognized the absurdity. It was totally absurd given that her initial reaction of learning of Reggie's death was to have lesbian sex with her mother! She realized her statement was merely a bitter reaction to her grief.

So she knew she was a sexual animal, but still she felt Reggie Williams was her soul mate. Although knowing she would like to continue to have sex now that her virginity was no more, she was not that interested in seeking another soul mate. So when Bolek casually let it slip out that he was a married man with two children her interest perked up.

He was blatantly sending out signals that he wanted to get into her pants. As he claimed he was happily married, it stood to reason that he would only be interested in casual sex. To Natasha casual sex was of great interest, so she felt the full luck of meeting Bolek. 

To her mind it was axiomatic that he was not going to do something stupid like fall in love with her and make noises about leaving his wife to marry her. Ah, yes thought, Natasha a fling with Bolek might just be the right ticket to get her over the loss of her true love, Reggie. 

So she warmed up to Bolek almost immediately. He was a handsome enough man and was a very intellectual conversationalist, bordering on being pedantic. This though did not turn off Natasha as she was always interested in improving her vocabulary. She found Bolek's observations on various esoteric topics fascinating.

The tour of the School of Music conducted by Bolek proved to be very beneficial for Natasha. Natasha truly had set no goals in her life. Up to now she had been content to master the playing of the violin and think about Reggie. With Reggie gone and having attained a prowess in playing the violin, she realized she was rudderless in her journey in life. With the tour and with Bolek's commentary, she now saw the possibilities in her planned studies. With Bolek's suggestions she could see that from her proposed studies in addition to becoming a proficient musician and a teacher, she could master the mechanics of composing.

After the tour Bolek renewed his offer to take Natasha out for dinner. Natasha agreed and he took her to Ruth's Chris in Northbrook. He had chosen that restaurant for its fine dining, hoping she would be suitably impressed to prepare her for his eventual seduction of her. The location of the restaurant had two advantages. First of all it was close enough from the school to suggest going there would not be out of the question. Secondly the prolonged driving to and from the restaurant to school allowed for more time to converse with her and pave the groundwork for eventual seduction.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 18



The dinner was a spectacular success. Ever mindful of Ogden Nash's famous maxim, "Candy is dandy but liquor is quicker",- Bolek coerced Natasha to imbibe a Martini before dinner and they shared a bottle of fine wine during the meal. Natasha had a mature physical appearance and since it seemed obvious she was Bolek's date the server did not card her and served the alcohol. Bolek was pleasantly surprised how gregarious Natasha was as she returned his flirting in like kind. She had none of the usual female predilection for eating daintily. Instead Natasha ate her steak dinner lustily and gave out all the signals that she was available for sex.

Bolek was a little surprised at how easy a conquest that Natasha seemingly was proving to be. Although fairly self confident, he would have thought a stunning beauty like Natasha would produce some resistance to any overtures of having sex right away on such short acquaintance. He had realistically expected simply to get Natasha to agree to future dates and then later he would eventually lure her to bed. However given Natasha's comportment throughout the meal, he elected to make the brazen proposition to have sex.

So after the meal, as they were in his car ostensibly returning to the school for the opera, he boldly suggested they have sex in lieu of going to the opera. He was not that surprised that she was not indignant and made no objection to his bold proposal, but she was practical with her acquiescence:

"Well Bolek, you have made it quite clear that you are a married man with children. So does this mean you are only suggesting a 'quickie' as you must get back to your home tonight, or are you able to and are proposing an all nighter? I don't mind an all nighter, as I'm sure my car will be all right parked at the University. However, I need to know as I would like to call my mother so she wouldn't worry as to my absence."

Bolek's cock hardened as he was now sure of sex with her and so he replied:

"It just so happens with the freshmen orientation and auditions the past two days, I had to reschedule my classes. To make up a postponed class I had to reschedule it to teach it early tomorrow morning. Although I do not live that far away from the school still it is far enough away and considering the opera I'd been planning to attend, I have already booked a motel room for convenience. My wife isn't expecting me home tonight and so, yes we can spend the entire night together. But won't your mother object to you being gone all night or are you going to have to come up with a lie to explain your absence?"

Natasha replied blithely:

"Oh no, my mother is cool with me having sex. After all she was the one to insist I be on the Pill ever since I was fourteen."

Bolek's cock hardened further to rock solidness hearing those words, as sex with her was now an absolute certainty. It was also comforting to know he would not need to use a condom especially as he did not have a supply on him.

Natasha continued:

"It's just that she likes to know when to expect me home if I'm going to stay away. I don't want her to worry needlessly. But if it's going to be an all nighter, why don't we take in the opera anyway; I would like to see it?"

Bolek groaned as he began to fear that Natasha was not going to accede to sex with him after all and just was leading him on.

Natasha instinctively recognized his reaction so she quickly reassured him:

"Don't worry, Bolek, I promise we'll get it on. If faced with the option, I certainly choose sex with you over the opera. But since we're going to be together all night, we have time for both."

Bolek fearfully groaned some more as his cock started to wilt. So he protested:

"But...but..."

Bolek stopped as he could not think of anything else to say without sounding peevish. Natasha had noticed Bolek's erection and its decline when she had indicated she wanted to see the opera. Realizing he was pouting like a little boy denied his toys, she reached for his crotch and freed his cock from its restraint.

As he continued driving she cooed:

"Oh Bolek honey, I can understand your impatience. You want to have your way with my luscious bod. I don't blame you; I'd also like your cock in my pussy. Hell I'd even like your cock up my ass ripping it apart. But Bolek I still really want to see the opera so maybe your cock in my mouth will suffice for now."

Without further ado she popped his cock into her mouth, and bobbing her mouth up and down along his shaft she started giving him head. Her sheer wantonness distracted him to the point he was not concentrating on his driving. He almost crashed but was able to swerve in time to avoid a head on collision. His sudden movement caused Natasha to lose his cock from her mouth.

She growled as she reinserted his cock in her mouth:

"Please be careful Bolek; don't kill us. I'd like to live long enough to have your gorgeous cock stuff my twat."

She resumed her fellatio but increased her pace. She was careful not to make her teeth noticeable as her desire was to make him feel solely the softness of her full lips caressing his shaft. All the time her tongue was stabbing the flesh of his rod. Then suddenly she stopped the movement along his penis and gently licked his cockhead. That undid him as he started erupting. He spurted load after load of cum, but she was able to swallow it all without letting a drop escape from her mouth. When he stopped spurting she did an once-over licking to slop up all of his superfluous sperm before releasing his penis.

Lifting her head from his crotch she broke into a huge smile and chirped:

"Hmm that was yummy! You sure are tasty Bolek. I'm sure there is more to come later. Pun intended by the way."

Bolek was absolutely shocked by Natasha's antics, but he was further astounded by her subsequent cavalier actions. She nonchalantly picked up her cell phone to apparently call her mother. Bolek was fluent in Polish and so had a very good understanding of Russian as well. Consequently he was able to comprehend what Natasha was telling her mother.

It seemed to Bolek that Natasha's side of the conversation with her mother went something like this:

"Hi Mom...Yes I'm going to see the opera at the school...I've got a date, so it looks like I'm gone for the night...Yes, I'm sure he already has a motel room booked for us and said he wants to fuck me...Oh sure he's OK, he's a professor at the school and took me on a tour of the campus. He also fed me at a fine restaurant...I already have sucked him off and he has a fine cock that should do me nicely...Oh sure I should be home by eleven in the morning. He has to teach a class tomorrow morning and then has to go home to his wife so there is no reason for me to stick around any longer...OK Mom yes I will. See you in the morning."

Bolek's head was spinning. Apparently the understanding between Natasha and her mother was beyond anything he could have imagined. The two of them were an enigma that he was hard put to decipher. The conversation he overhead and Natasha's demeanor with him pegged her to be a bimbo slut of the lowest order. He actually would have expected porn actresses to be more straight-laced than what Natasha appeared to be.

As for her mother,- he could not imagine any middle aged woman would be so unconcerned about her daughter's sexuality so as to accept calmly her teen aged daughter's declaration she was spending the night away fucking a man she just had met.

He could not imagine even the most uncouth class of people to be so lacking in sexual decorum. And yet Natasha had informed him that her mother was a successful accountant, owner of her own firm with offices in the Sears Tower. Natasha herself was the most proficient violin virtuoso he had personally ever encountered. For that reason, the empirical loose morals of Natasha and her mother were incongruous to his mind and hard for him to fathom. However he was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth as he was going to be a beneficiary of Natasha's apparent wantonness.

Bolek did not let on that he understood what he heard. As he had virtually no accent when speaking English with her, Natasha obviously assumed he did not know Russian. As Natasha indicated everything was set up he just smiled and resigned himself to seeing the opera before he would get at Natasha's body. After the opera at Natasha's request, Bolek drove her to her parked car and she followed him to his motel, so they could leave independently in the morning.

During the drive to the motel, Natasha's vagina had become super moist in eager anticipation of her second sexual night. The fact that the sex would be with a stranger increased her excitement to a fever pitch. When she entered the room she was in no dire need for immediate sex, but still she was not in the mood for overly lengthy foreplay either. Remembering her successful opening conduct with Reggie, she thought perhaps something similar would be satisfactory for this evening with Bolek as well.

So she immediately said:

"Well Bolek, I guess it is show time. I sure hope you'll like what I have to show!"

Natasha's words froze Bolek in place as he was intrigued by her forthrightness in commencing their sexual night. With surprising speed, in fact Bolek had barely drawn two breaths by the time Natasha had shed her dress, slip and bra tossing them casually aside.

As she was naked from the waist up, Natasha cupped her breasts and cooed:

"What do you think Bolek? Do you like my titties? My girlfriends are all envious of me. They all say I have the best boobs in our high school...,"

she paused and then resumed, "and I go to an all girls high school."

Bolek had sufficiently recovered from his stupefaction that he could gasp out a reply:

"I can't disagree with your girlfriends- your tits sure are fantastic."

As Bolek continued to stare at Natasha's mesmerizing breasts, she was able to shed the rest of her clothes. She had become totally naked without him seemingly noticing. She turned around, bent forward, and with her hands spread her ass cheeks apart to expose provocatively both of her hairy nether orifices.

She cooed again:

"How about this Bolek? Isn't my pussy pretty? You know it's already completely wet for you. How about my bummy hole? Isn't it cute? Wouldn't you like to just kiss it?"

The visual of her gorgeous naked female body coupled with her inflammatory words snapped Bolek out of his immobile trance. With his desires fully aroused, he growled out a passionate cry of pure lust. Still fully clothed he fell down to his knees placing his face right next to her ass with his nose touching the top of the crack. He replaced her hands with his and spread her ass cheeks further, as wide as he could. He then started licking her ass hole; yes he definitely did want to just kiss it.

The force of his unanticipated action caused her almost to lose her balance. She spread her legs further apart and to steady herself she placed both her hands on the edge of the bed. Normally Natasha had a low sultry and husky voice when she was fully sexually aroused. But this time, when she felt his tongue on her anus, the pleasure sensations compelled her to squeak and squeal in a high pitch; her sounds were truly girlish.

Her girlish mewling inflamed his passion even more causing him to lick her ass more vigorously. The position he was in provided intake of her totally aroused excited female smells directly into his nostrils, and his mind simply surrendered to the intoxicating pleasures.

Thereafter he ventured his tongue to stab into her vagina, and he discovered she had been telling the truth; she was absolutely wet! His next action was pure instinct, not directed by any command from his brain. He turned around and moved to her front so that his face was now covering her entire outer genitalia. With his lips suctioning her entire vulva he began sucking all her female fluids into his mouth.

His initial oral action on her anus had instigated pleasure sensations to form and course throughout her veins. When his mouth transferred to her vagina the pleasures became exquisite and excruciating. When she sensed her female juices being sucked up she became lost in her euphoria. Now her girlish mewling changed to husky mature female grunts and squeaks. Actually, her grunts and squeaks subtlety moved from a human pitch to an animalistic fervor such that she sounded like the large female animal in heat which in fact was what she had become.

When she perceived that she had been sucked dry she climaxed. The discernable evidence of her orgasm was not just her vocalization. Instead she began to forcefully hyperventilate causing in turn her body to shake and shiver something fierce. In addition she was perspiring copiously.

When she felt Bolek's mouth disengage from her vulva she felt her energy drain from her body. Her limbs weakened; she was unsteady on her feet. She stumbled and staggered onto the bed and initially flopped on to it. Then she crawled further along so that her whole body was on it. She turned on to her back and in such position a renewed passion consumed her body.

With outstretched hands and spread legs she beckoned:

"Please Bolek! I need your cock. I need it bad. I need it in me. I need you to fuck me. I need it bad. Please hurry. Give me your cock. Please fuck me. Fuck me now. Hurry Bolek, darling!"

Bolek in agitation had been undressing even while he had been tonguing her. Her pleading words motivated him even more. He was as lost in passion as much as she was and he could not act fast enough to his liking. He was sporting the hardest erection he had ever experienced in his life but luckily he was able to get naked quickly. 

He literally jumped onto the bed and surrounded her. Before he even had steadied himself onto the bed she had a hold of his penis and was guiding it into her cunt. As soon as he penetrated her, he was fucking her. Earnestly, energetically, furiously...he was pumping away in wild abandon. Natasha had locked her legs behind him and was meeting his thrusts with equal fervor. She had placed her hands behind him to bring him closer to him and they kissed. 

Throughout this copulation they were lip locked, enjoying the pleasure of their kissing along with the vaginal intercourse. They remained lip locked until the onset of their respective climaxes, occurring simultaneously.

As soon as Bolek sensed the beginning of his ejaculation he broke off the kiss and shouted out: "Oh fuck! Oh shit!" and other similar expressions. Natasha for her part screamed her orgasm. It was not a screech but it was louder than grunting. Her screaming did not contain any discernible words but there was no mistaking the excited passion evoked by her non verbal utterance.

When Bolek finished spurting his sperm in her vagina, he was still aroused and his erection had not wilted an iota. As he withdrew his penis from her he was compelled by unknown inspiration to go down on her and commence cunnilingus. He was in a delirium as he happily slurped up his own sperm mixed in with her secretions.

Natasha was supercharged by her own orgasm. With the immediate after climax presence of Bolek's mouth on her cunt, she had no pause to savor her ecstasy. Instead she was being driven to a higher plateau of sexual excitement. This new onset of pleasure was very excruciating to her nerves and she needed relief.

She desperately commanded:

"Bolek baby, please turn around so I can have your cock in my mouth."

Without comment or foregoing any tongue action on her vulva, Bolek complied by getting onto a '69' position. As soon as she got his cock Natasha felt instantly relieved as the rawness of his oral action became more tolerable. She was now even more grateful for the sex she had had with her mother as without that experience she probably would not have thought of asking Bolek for the '69' sex. And this sex was just what hit the spot for her at this precise moment.

Bolek was impressed by Natasha's sophistication. His wife, Claudia, with the past four years of married sex experience under her belt, was a novice in sex compared to Natasha. Claudia had been a virgin at thirty-five years of age and she obviously craved sex as far as he could tell, but still she was not at all adventurous apparently content with the rather orthodox straight forward missionary sexual intercourse. She had never given him head even though he had muff-dived her occasionally to encourage her to oral sex for variety.

Furthermore Claudia was reluctant to have sex when she had been pregnant and as for sodomy he knew enough not to suggest it never mind demand it.

With that last thought he remembered what Natasha had said in the car so he stopped his licking and stated:

"Natasha, I've got to have your ass. Do you think you can do it? I have no lube. Do you think you can tolerate the raw pain?"

Releasing his cock from her mouth, she replied:

"Sure thing Bolek baby, anything you want. I'm sure I've gotten your cock juicy enough for it to slide easily enough in my ass. Don't mind though if I scream. I'll not be in real pain. I'm just too vocal in my sensations. However once you've got your monster cock completely inside me, do stop for a moment so I can get used to it. Once I give you the signal you can fuck me as hard and as fast as you like. In fact the harder, the faster, the better. I want to feel your balls slap my ass after each stroke."

Bolek grinned at the response; oh he had a gorgeous slut on his hands all right! As far as he was concerned he had died and gone to heaven. Natasha answered to his standards for his fantasy doll. Yes life had become so much better for Bolek Ostrowski.

He moved aside to allow Natasha to scramble on to her knees and prepare herself to meet him via her rear passage. She made sure to spread her legs wide to provide easy access to her rear opening. With her ass sticking proudly up in the air she positioned her body at 45 degrees angle. She lowered her head to rest a cheek on a pillow as she reached to finger her clit so as to provide a distraction to her mind for the anticipated pain of his initial penetration of her anus.

When Natasha was ready, Bolek moved directly behind her. With his cock in hand he zeroed in on her ass hole. Just as his cockhead brushed her rear aperture it automatically gaped to allow easy entry and penetration. As he slowly pushed his cock in, the unique pleasures of sodomy compelled him to grunt in a strange fashion which was foreign to his usual sexual noises.

Natasha, on the other hand, was pleasantly surprised that the pain accompanying his penetration was very tolerable; nothing as severe as what she had experienced with Reggie's huge cock up her ass. In fact, almost immediately the pleasure sensations took over and dissipated any awareness of the pain of this sodomy. She almost started to smile but then she remembered the cautionary warning she had just given Bolek to take it easy and not to pay any attention to possible screams of pain.

Natasha was very close to her mother and the two of them had a terrific mother daughter relationship. Throughout Natasha's adolescence, Vera frequently doled out advices about sex during their frequent candid sex talks. Although Vera had been reticent in revealing in graphic details of her sexual experiences still she alluded to Natasha specific instances to provide better explanations of the mysteries of sex.

At this point Natasha recalled a particular observation by Vera that men tended to have a fragile ego with regards to all things sexually especially the size of their equipment. Consequently, Natasha instinctively realized that it might not be politic to display her ease of pleasure as he was very carefully and cautionary in pushing his cock along her rear love canal.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 18



So instead she whimpered out inanities giving the impression she was bravely enduring almost unbearable pain:

"Oh fuck Bolek you're big. Oh fuck that hurts. Oh no, no, no, don't stop! Just keep shoving that monster in me. I really love it. I can take it. I'm a woman not a wuss. Oh fuck that hurts..."

Her utterances had the desired effect. Bolek's ego took a boost and his admiration for Natasha's sexual prowess soared to a new high level. Thus he was amenable to her every whim and desire. Once he was fully engaged, he stopped as previously instructed. Natasha was grateful for this respite. Although she was not in too much distress, she still needed a little time to adjust the feel of his cock in her before she could enjoy the ensuing sodomy unfettered. 

As she was becoming accustomed to his cock in her rear love canal, the initial pain disappeared to be replaced by hot, burning, pleasure sensations. Such exquisite tingling sensations entered into her veins and coursed throughout her body.

Natasha quickly gave Bolek the signal to commence fucking her. The heat of his cock in her body coupled with the resulting friction caused her to perspire profusely as sweat was visibly dripping off her body. The fiery all consuming erotic feelings overcame her mind and she could no longer disguise her lustful enjoyment.

She was chanting throughout the sodomy squeaks of unbridled joy:

"Oh yes Bolek! Of so fucking good baby! Just tear my ass apart! Harder please Bolek, don't hold back! Fuck me! Just fuck me! Keep fucking me! Don't stop! Make my ass sing!"

Bolek hovered over body and was mauling her ample breasts as he was sodomizing her. The grip of her inside muscles on his cock produced an out of the world pure pleasure experience. Her chanting sent him to a level of sexual passion he had never experienced before. He lost any control he might have wanted to retard his ejaculation and so he simply climaxed before he was actually expecting it. Nevertheless his climax was of the deep spine tingling variety that wiped out momentarily any sentient thoughts.

When they separated, Natasha was finally satiated. She wore a beatific smile leaving no doubt as to her enjoyment. Her mind was consumed with contemplating all that had just transpired. She marveled that the sex with Bolek was just as enjoyable, just as pleasurable as the sex with Reggie. She experienced a similar euphoria.

The obvious conclusion to Natasha was that love and sexual enjoyment were not mutually inclusive. This led to yet another happy discovery. She could go on pursuing a lusty sex life without betraying or negating the memory of Reggie. As Reggie had died; she had to go on living. She had to eat to stay alive and likewise she would have sex as an important compelling element of the continuation of living. Henceforth all thoughts of remaining celibate as a remembrance of Reggie disappeared from her mind forever.

Bolek and Natasha had sex once more before they finally went to sleep. When they woke up they had a quickie before they departed their separate ways; each mutually satisfied with this new development in their lives.

For Bolek it meant his ultimate desires were realized. He had a mistress who would make no demands on him. How good is that? Fucking Natasha sure made up for the tedium of fucking his wife. Planning for rendezvous that would avoid raising suspicions became the most critical and exciting activity in his life. His adultery added to the sexual thrills he sought.

The best part about his affair with Natasha was that she appeared to be so malleable. She never resisted any sexual overtures unless she truly had a commitment she could not get out of. That spring while Natasha was still in high school they fucked as often as he could schedule it, usually on a week night as he had a hard time scheduling a weekend tryst.

Unlike his wife and his previous two lovers, Natasha was not needy or of the clinging, smothering kind. She offered no resistance to having sex as she always gave the impression that fucking him was her greatest desire. But by the same token she also gave the impression that if she never saw him again she would not be unduly perturbed. Although this latter impression was not flattering to his ego; at least it was comforting to know that once the inevitable end of his affair would occur there would be no embarrassing awkward scenes to endure.

Once September rolled around and Natasha started classes at Northwestern, scheduling occasions for sex was easier. Natasha had indeed registered for his class so he was always in touch with her. Life was definitely copacetic for Prof Bolek Ostrowski. He had never been more content.

For Natasha, sex with Bolek was a godsend to soothe the extreme pain she had endured with the death of Reggie. That morning at the motel was the first time since Reggie's death; she awoke with a smile on her face. The quickie sex that morning was the natural conclusion of a wonderful night. She was all smiles when she arrived back at Excalibur Street and Vera was thrilled to see her daughter having regained her normal sunny disposition.

In her joy Natasha related to Vera all the graphic details of the sex she had with Bolek. For good measure, for the first time she also recounted the night she had with Reggie as well, just for the contrast. Vera was delighted to see that Natasha had recovered from her grief and was able to enjoy sex.

Recalling her own past she replied to Natasha:

"I am happy for you honey, that you have been able to turn the corner over the grief of your loss of Reggie. It seems like you had a happy experience with this music professor. I've told you before that one of my first lovers, Rodney Parker, was murdered by a lunatic madman. It wasn't until his execution some six years later, before I was able to enjoy sex with a man again. I am so glad for you that your misfortune has not meant that you will undergo a similar period of celibacy."

"Yes Mom, I see now how silly it was of me to vow never to have sex again. I know I'll always love Reggie but it does not mean I should be a nun now that he is dead. I may never fall in love again, especially to the degree I loved Reggie but that does not mean I should deny myself the pleasure of sex. I realize that my having sex does not dishonor the memory of Reggie."

Vera and Natasha subsequently moved into their spacious new home in Morton Grove. The house was perfect for them. Vera indulged Natasha in allowing her to convert the third bedroom to a music room where she could practice. There was a den next to the dining room that Vera could use whenever she took work home. Actually the dining room table could easily accommodate Vera as well.

All in all her last months in high school were simply pleasant. The sex with Bolek helped her to totally overcome her grief over Reggie's death.

She was not in love with Bolek; certainly nowhere close to the passion she had felt for Reggie. However notwithstanding the lack of love the sex was terrific. Her body thrived on their couplings, and she did enjoy his company beyond the sex they shared. She was fascinated by his conversations as she felt she always learned something new whenever she was in his company. She was absolutely satisfied with her relationship with him.

Although she was content, she was not wrapped up in Bolek. Thus she was not averse to having other sexual adventures. Within a month after she started attending classes at Northwestern, she acquired a second steady lover. Natasha took to college life like a duck to water. She made quick new friends and as a result on the last Saturday in September; she was able to attend a party at a popular frat house at the behest of one of her newly acquired friends.

Most of the guys at the party were lame and uninspiring from Natasha's viewpoint. So for a lack of anything better to do, she drank more than she normally would have. Consequently she was tipsy and completely devoid of any inhibitions which would or might have normally restrained her. She happened to stumble and bump into an extremely handsome man.

She automatically cavalierly apologized:

"Oops! So sorry! Pardon me! Almost lost my drink but thank God I still have it. No harm no foul."

Then as she straightened herself out and got a good look at the man she had bumped into, she exclaimed:

"Oh my goodness! What a stud! Did you stumble into this party by mistake? Judging by the guys at this party, I had started to think that hunks like you were barred from attending."

The man laughed at Natasha's sardonic humor which he attributed to her obvious inebriation. As Natasha's beauty was breath-taking; he naturally was inclined to prolong the conversation.

He replied in kind:

"I happen to belong to this fraternity so my presence is almost mandatory. Lacking a female perspective I cannot comment on the appeal of my brothers or the other male guests for that matter. However, now that you raised the issue of attractiveness I must say my fraternity brothers have outdone themselves in limiting this party to remarkably ugly girls. So I would ask in turn how did a raving beauty like you sneak in?"

"Well I thank you for the compliment I guess. But wait a minute, are you implying that the hosts of the party would deliberately exclude inviting acknowledged female beauties? Why would your frat brothers not invite beautiful girls at a party? I mean that would seem a most desirable female guest list for a bunch of rowdy frat boys. Besides I don't think all of the girls at this party are as ugly as you make them out to be."

"Yes but if I were to compare you with the rest of the females at this party; and if I were to categorize you as merely a pretty girl nothing special then the rest of the females at this party would have to be adjudged as truly ugly."

"My but flattery might just get you everything you would want, you handsome frat stud muffin. Still, assuming your assessment of the female beauty at this party to be actually the case, it begs the question why would your frat brothers want to invite only ugly girls to the party?"

"My frat brothers would be acting on natural predatory instincts. At parties they are interested in getting drunk and bedding a female guest. They are not into finding and meeting a female to establish a meaningful relationship. There are other activities and venues far more suitable for such goals. So you see an ugly girl meets both criteria for a frat party. There is no chance that any of my frat brothers would want a meaningful relationship with an ugly girl; they have standards you see. And an ugly girl is much easier to bed."

Natasha snorted at that observation and replied:

"I take it that this is an example of insightful male logic. But pray tell why the belief that an ugly girl for some reason craves sex more?"

"Well no it's not that we males believe an ugly girl craves sex more. It just stands to reason that an ugly girl has less opportunity for sex because of her looks and thus she is less resistant to entreaties for sex. And quite frankly, my frat brothers are too lazy to make the effort to seduce a pretty girl especially at a party like this."

"But if that is the case then it follows that in these situations the ugly girls can afford to be choosy and that this is really the best opportunity for your frat brothers to actually bed a pretty girl after all."

"You may have a point there Ms...Hmm I don't seem to have your name."

"That's correct, you don't."

"Well? Would you reveal it to me?"

"I could, but I demand a payment."

"Oh! And what would that be? I hope it's not too high."

"You have declared me to be a pretty girl and as such you've indicated I have no chance for a hook-up. Therefore, I demand a kiss so that I can at least salvage something from this party."

"That price certainly is not too high."

With that as they had moved to a corner in the room, he grabbed her to start a kiss. He acted this way as a lark; simply reacting to her smart aleck conversation. However, as he was kissing her, she returned his kiss with surprising passion. The kiss continued much beyond his original expectation such that he developed an erection. The kiss was much more enjoyable than either had imagined it would be when they had started.

When they finally broke off the kiss she blurted out:

"Natasha Starikovich."

Not comprehending her utterance he reacted in confusion:

"Huh! What?"

She elaborated:

"Natasha Starikovich, that's my name. Remember? You just paid a heavy price for this information. So my turn ah... may I inquire your name? Or do you exact a similar charge? I'll pay it."

He laughed as he replied:

"So I take it you don't know me?"

"Gee Sherlock, I wouldn't ask it if I knew it. Oh, wait a minute I did confess to you that I was willing to pay a certain price for this info so you are quite right to suspect a ruse. But honestly, I really don't know your name."

"I'm Dan Pearson the quarterback of the University football team. You know, the Wildcats."

"Oh wow what a coincidence."

"A coincidence? What do you mean?"

"Well my father is a quarterback in the NFL."

"Oh really? Natasha Starikovich is it?"

"Yes that's my name. Do I have to pay to confirm my name?"

"Well Ms Starikovich, I happen to know the names of all the quarterbacks in the NFL, and as far as I'm aware Starikovich is not amongst those names. Besides I would think all the active quarterbacks are too young to be your father."

Natasha giggled at Dan's response and then answered:

"My father is Larry Grant. My parents never married as they were too young. Now it's true I've never met him and he's married to Pamela Rose. However he is aware of my existence since he did pay my mother generous child support until I turned eighteen."

"Seems like you have an exotic background Ms. Starikovich."

"Do you think, Mr Pearson, since we have kissed and in case you hadn't noticed I've been lobbying for another kiss you could call me Natasha? Maybe I could call you Dan?"

"Natasha, I'm engaged to be married."

"Well gee, honestly, I swear I'm not asking you to break off your engagement. I'm only asking for a kiss. Mind you, I confess I would like to go further if your fiancée is not around. I promise I won't tell."

"OK Natasha, I certainly am game for some more kissing and even more action. But no matter how heavy we get I want to warn you and be up-front with you. I'm engaged to Carole Pritchard and I'm going to marry her no matter what. So long as you understand from the get go that no matter how far we go I'm still marrying Carole."

Upon hearing this, Natasha affected her sultriest sexiest voice and replied:

"Oh believe me Dan, this is your most attractive feature for me. I'm not seeking a commitment. I just want to have some fun while I'm a college coed. Please Dan can I have another kiss? This conversation has become just too damn long."

Natasha had by this time seated herself on a convenient love seat and there was room for Dan. He sat down beside her and started kissing her. This kiss instantly inflamed their passions. For Natasha she had been looking forward to resuming the kiss as the first one had surprised her by its ecstasy. Her motivation was simply to continue a good thing. For Dan what started out as a joke was developing into a hot session which he realized could culminate into passionate sex.

He was truthful to Natasha in that he was engaged and he seriously was in love with his fiancée. As a result he did not go out of his way to flirt or otherwise to try to engage the affections of other females. As he was truly a good looking man and had the macho status of a Big Ten college football quarterback he naturally attracted female attention. Thus he was used to warding off predatory females and since his engagement had not had sex with anyone apart from his fiancée.

Natasha had completely disarmed him by her insouciance. He could sense she was attracted to him, but obviously it was not a life or death attraction. Taking her words at face value she was offering sex with no strings attached and he could sense she genuinely meant it. He instinctively believed she had no latent intention to steal him away from his fiancée.

Having reached such a conclusion he had no more will or inclination to stave off the inevitable. After all Carole was far away in California, and what she did not know could not hurt her.

As the kissing intensified, Dan reached into her blouse, and was able to touch the bare flesh of her breasts. Natasha, in retaliation, was able to maneuver to unzip his fly and be able to touch the bare flesh of his cock. Their mutual intimate touching raised their passion level unto a higher plain. There was no question in either of their minds that they were about to have sex as soon as it was realistically possible.

When they broke off the kiss, each of their hands remained discreetly engaged in intimacy. Dan whispered into Natasha's ear:

"I have a room here that I can commandeer for my exclusive use. Why don't we go there to take this to the ultimate level?"

Natasha breathlessly replied:

"Oh my Dan! Not only do you know how to kiss but you know how to provide for my immediate desires."

They got up, and hand-in-hand they ascended the stairs to the third floor. They arrived to an unoccupied bedroom, of which Dan had a key. As they entered, Dan reached for a strategically available sign worded "occupied" and attached it on the outside of the door. As he closed the door he bolted it to ensure privacy.

Natasha in the meantime wasted no time in getting herself naked. As he finished bolting the door and still fully clothed himself he flinched as he noticed Natasha's breathtaking nudity.

He gulped and squeaked:

"I guess, Natasha, if I had any doubt as to your willingness to fuck you are determined to dispel such fear."

"In case you hadn't noticed the seduction period is over. I'm seduced. Now hurry up, my pussy is wet for your cock. And oh by the way Dan not to worry I'm on the Pill so you need not search for a condom."

With that Natasha flopped on the bed and spread-eagled herself. Completely surprised by her brash actions, Dan fumbled in struggling to get out of his clothes as he tore his sweater in pulling it off his body. However once he finally was naked he jumped onto the bed on top of Natasha. She automatically embraced him and maneuvered her body to provide instant access for penetration. In fact just under the speed of light he was fucking her. He was fucking her earnestly.

The kissing in the party room had prepped both of them to make love efficiently and in haste. After just a few thrusts on his part and some heavy grunting on her part, he was ejaculating something fierce. For her part, she was hyperventilating just as fiercely as she reached her orgasm simultaneously. Dan separated from her to lie beside her on his back.

As he was thus catching his breath, he marveled at how quickly he had come to have sex with Natasha. He calculated that not more than a half hour had elapsed from the moment he first bumped into Natasha to the moment they were fucking. He surmised that perhaps such quickness in hooking up in college society settings was not unique especially in parties like this but it sure as hell was unique for him.

He recalled it took him almost two years of dating an cajoling before he finally got into Carole's pants. As for the bimbos and other females he had fucked, and even those who aggressively pursued him sexually; it always took some time before he was actually fucking them. Yet here he was fucking Natasha even without seemingly no aggressive moves were made by either of them to progress to having sex. It seemed to him that he and Natasha had entered into sex so casually as if it was something to do in between drinks at the party.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 19



Sometime during January of her freshman year, at the end of her Music Theory class, Professor Bolek Ostrowski, asked Natasha to return with him to his office. Thinking it would be another appointment for sex, which she was not adverse to, she patiently followed him. Rather than starting to kiss her as she half expected when they got into the room, Bolek surprised her by asking her to sit down in front of him as he took his seat.

Then he said:

"Natasha you are by far the most brilliant musician student I have had the privilege to teach here at Northwestern. You are actually wasting your time here at the Bienen School of Music unless you really intend to only teach music. There is a cliché; 'those who can, do, and those who can't, teach'. Your performance on the violin is the best as I have ever heard in my entire lifetime. Your time studying music here will not improve the talents you already possess. And as for your interest in composing you already have a flair for it. You can easily pick up any technical knowledge of composing on your own without the requirement of attending school here."

Natasha somewhat surprised by such statement replied:

"Perhaps so but I would feel more comfortable with a Bachelor of Music degree. You never know what might happen. If suddenly something happens that I cannot continue playing at least with my degree I can turn to teaching. Besides a college education cannot hinder my career and it might be beneficial."

"Have you not considered becoming a professional musician? I do admit that for most musicians it is not a lucrative career but you have the talent to outstrip most and possibly earn a fortune."

"No I have not really considered it nor have I really set any goals. Ever since I can remember I have been either taking lessons or practicing and playing the violin. Because I became fairly proficient at playing, I thought it would be logical for me to pursue a music degree once I finished high school. Beyond that I have not given it much thought."

"Fairly proficient! My God Natasha, with some true outside concert experience you could truly become a world class violinist. Would you not consider performing some public recitals?"

"I guess I could. I suppose I could make time beyond my studies and other activities to perform in public if an opportunity to do so comes by. But I already have a full plate of concert performances here at the school"

"Yes despite your extracurricular activities with me and Dan Pearson, I have noticed you have maintained a high GPA, so you obviously know how to manage your time well. By the way don't be surprised that I know about your dalliances with the University football team's quarterback, as I do have my sources of information at what goes on at the University."

Although Natasha up to now had not revealed her affair with Dan Pearson to Bolek, still she was not shocked that he was aware of it. She knew the sight of Dan and her together had become ubiquitous on campus and given Dan's prominence at the University, she realized Bolek was bound to become aware of it.

So she merely replied:

"I am not surprised that my companionship with him has apparently become public knowledge although I have tried to be discreet. Apparently we have been seen together around the campus so frequently that I've heard that it is thought that I'm his actual fiancée. However as I'm not his fiancée you need not fear I shall abandon you."

"Yes of course I am in no position to be jealous or demand an exclusive relationship. I do look forward to our times together but I will not stand in your way should you wish to have an exclusive relationship with someone else."

"I was aware of his engagement from the get go and of course you did not hide your marital status from me either. So that is why I know I have no future with either of you. I'm just along for the ride until you two tire of me or are forced to relinquish me."

"You sound a little bitter my darling. For what it is worth I truly cherish my time with you but it would be too awkward to break up my marriage. Besides I am too old for you for a serious exclusive relationship."

"I am not bitter and I cherish my time with you as well. The thing is that so far my deepest passionate love of my life happened to have died within twenty-hour hours after he had taken my virginity. I had put off having sex with him until I turned eighteen. I had some noble reasoning of wanting to experience love and romance perfectly but all I was left with was the regret that I had wasted lots of opportunities of lovemaking I could have had if I did not stick to my childish notions. I learned my lesson so I vowed not to foolishly decline good fucking when the opportunity presents itself. And you and Dan are definitely good fucking." 

"You certainly have a very liberal attitude towards sex and relationships that I have seldom encountered in other females. Usually I have to profess undying love to convince a coed to share her favors. Your lack of inhibitions I have to admit suit my circumstances so that we have had some fantastic sex."

"Yes I have no complaints about your gorgeous cock and how you make use of it."

"Before we get further sidetracked, I do want to get back to the subject at hand."

Bolek nonchalantly pretended not to have noticed anything while they were talking. But he was very aware that Natasha had slipped out of her chair and was on her knees beside him. She had undone his zipper of his trousers and had freed his cock from its confinement. 

With his cock in her hand Natasha smiled and crooned in a deep sultry voice:

"Oh I do believe I have the subject in hand."

Natasha promptly inserted his cock into her mouth as she started sucking on it. His cock was somewhat flaccid when her lips first surrounded his cock but in no time at all it transformed to rock solid hardness as her tongue was swirling on his cockhead. With his cock in her mouth she was licking it just like she would as if she was licking ice cream on a cone. Her hand grasped that part of his rod not in her mouth and she was gently, lovingly stroking it. Natasha was now cooing as she was coaxing his cum to come.

Suddenly his secretary, Mrs Price, barged into the office having first given a perfunctory knock of warning and declared:

"Excuse me Professor Ostrowski, for the interruption, but I just received this urgent memo from Dean Montgomery who wants you to read it asap and acknowledge having received it by signing the copy."

The somewhat elderly Mrs Price, then noticing what was going on, pretended not to be noticing but blushed to a solid beet red color. 

She dropped the papers on Bolek's office desk and said:

"OK then, here it is. Please return the copy to me as soon as you've signed it and I will see to it that the Dean gets it. Pardon me."

Mrs Price then turned around and practically fled the room. Natasha stepped up her pace of stroking Bolek's rod as well as sucking his cock. She was determined not to let his cock wilt because of the unexpected distraction of the secretary. She was also afraid he might lose all interest and not be able to cum in her mouth. She sure as hell did not want a sore jaw to be her only reward for her impromptu fellatio.

As it was, Natasha need not to have worried. Rather than being mortified by the secretary's inadvertent intrusion, Bolek was more turned on as a result. He trusted his secretary to be discreet and knew she would not confide to anyone what she had just witnessed. He also believed that she would not make any reference even an oblique one to him about what she had seen. However the fact that she now knew that he had been receiving a blow job from Natasha excited him and puffed his ego.

Natasha was without question the hottest female in the Bienen School of Music if not of the whole Northwestern University student body. He was certain that to be screwing a hottie like Natasha would make him look good in his secretary's eyes as she would view him as something of a modern day Lothario. As he was contemplating such thoughts, and as Natasha was fervently giving him head, his testes were working overtime to produce copious amounts of sperm. Soon he was erupting in her mouth flooding her oral cavity with his ejaculate.

Natasha gulped and swallowed all of his semen and licked his cock clean before releasing it from her mouth. He had expelled quite a load that when she had finished ingesting all of it she gave out a lady like loud burp. By way of reaction she produced a huge satisfactory smile and she returned to her chair. Since she surmised that the sex they just had was the sole purpose of his summons to his office, she said:

"Yum! Yum! That was nice and tasty. If you sign that copy of the memo, I'll give it to the secretary on the way out."

"Wait Natasha that's not what I called you in here for..."

Natasha interrupted:

"Bolek if you are looking for a fuck in addition to the blow job I really do not have time for it now. I do have a class starting in half an hour and I really do not want to miss it and I am not in the mood for a super quick 'quickie'. I'll take a rain check though for the soonest mutually convenient time."

"No! No Natasha I do not have sex on my mind. I actually am serious about getting you to perform in public outside of the school. The concerts you participate in the school here are good training but nothing beats experience in performing actual paying concerts in the commercial world."

Again Natasha interrupted:

"OK I do not mind trying, but I do not have the time this semester to explore outside possibilities. Since I do have scholarships and sufficient monies I do not need to work at traditional jobs most students take to supplement their income to meet their educational expenses. So between semesters I promise I will strive to procure some public performances, I guess through the auspices of the musicians union."

"Ah Natasha this is why I really called you in. I may have a short cut available to you for performing in public. I happen to have a close acquaintanceship with Dietrich Ebersbacher, the music director and conductor of the Chicago Symphony. I presume you are aware of him?"

"Of course Bolek and I am impressed that you know him." 

"My friendship is close enough that I have recommended you to him and he has indicated that on my say so that he would be willing to meet you at his office to discuss a musical career. Considering his busy schedule he would only be able to see you this Sunday afternoon. I know it is short notice but would you be interested?"

"Interested to meet in person a world famous conductor? Is the Pope Catholic? Of course I would die to meet him. And you are not bull shitting me? He would really be interested in giving me advice on how to pursue a concert career? Perhaps even dare I hope to play in the actual orchestra?"

"Natasha darling, I am dead serious when I say you have the makings of being a truly great violinist. As I indicated I have enough clout that when I recommend someone to Maestro Ebersbacher he listens. All you have to do is bring your violin to the appointment. You don't have to bring any music with you because if he wants to hear you play he will have music which he would want you to play."

"OK then I'm sure I can make myself available this Sunday to meet the great Maestro. If nothing else at least I will have added a most useful contact to my personal professional musical network. Now I do have to get to my strings class, so if you give me the signed copy of the memo I will drop it off to your secretary."

"All right Natasha darling here it is, and this is Ebersbacher's business card. Show this card to the box office at the Symphony Center and you will be directed to Ebersbacher's office. The appointment is all set for 1:30 PM so you do not have to call unless you need to cancel."

Natasha then left Bolek's office and approached the desk of Mrs Price, saying:

"Here is the signed acknowledged copy of Dean Montgomery's memo. I believe Professor Ostrowski is grateful to your attention to this matter."

Mrs Price meekly but slyly replied:

"Perhaps I was too attentive and I do apologize for my intrusion to your ah ...conference."

"Not to worry Mrs Price, apparently Professor Ostrowski has great powers of concentration as I can assure you that he was not distracted."

"I'm sure." was all Mrs Price knew how to reply to that.

That Sunday afternoon as Natasha was escorted to Maestro Dietrich Ebersbacher's office, she was impressed by its opulence. The office was much more spacious than she had expected and its décor was totally eclectic. The entire wall facing the street was a window from floor to ceiling with a superb view of the Chicago skyline including naturally the Sears tower. Natasha was able to even discern Vera's offices. Heavy rich purple colored drapes were the window's covering. The other walls were adorned by pictures of the orchestra plus portraits of Beethoven and Mozart as well as of Sir Georg Solti and of Daniel Barenboim, two of Dietrich's famous predecessors. The floor was covered by the softest wool carpeting possible. 

The room contained a beautiful Steinway grand piano. Beside the piano and its stool was a comfortable caned chair covered by soft cloth. A music stand was situated that would be available to a person sitting on the chair. There was also a luxurious coal black leather sofa off to the side of the office desk. Dietrich's office desk was solid mahogany with a larger surface area than surely he truly needed. 

Dietrich's office chair was top of line, all leather matching the sofa. There was a black leather love seat, appropriately distanced from the desk for a visitor or two to sit opposite Dietrich. The love seat obviously belonged paired with the sofa and both could be used to accommodate several visitors at one time. Four other chairs similar to the chair at the piano and a teak coffee table completed the main furniture contents of the office.

With the exception of the computer and its accessories on the desk, the office had the atmosphere and ambience of a 19th Century parlor sitting room of a mansion rather than a modern day office. The room gave off a special warmth that put Natasha immediately at ease.

Dietrich gesturing Natasha to seat herself at the love seat greeted her(in English):

"Ms Starikovich I presume, please do have a seat."

Natasha moved to the love seat, lowering her violin case to the floor next to the seat, she smilingly replied:

"Hello Maestro Ebersbacher. Yes indeed, I am Natasha Starikovich. As you know my music theory teacher at Northwestern, Professor Bolek Ostrowski, set up this appointment. Needless to say I am thrilled to meet you."

Dietrich Ebersbacher was an imposing figure of a man. There is no doubt a certain kind of arrogance is required in the makeup of a successful conductor of a world class symphony orchestra and Dietrich possessed such characteristic traits in spades. It helped that Dietrich was tall, 6'2" in height which meant he was usually looking down at his companions when talking. Thus it was natural for Dietrich to be dominant which in turn enabled him easily to rise in his musical career. 

He was also very handsome. Although 62 years of age, he was blessed with only the slightest evidence of aging. Crow's feet, wrinkles and the like although present were hardly noticeable and he was not cursed with any sagging skin. His hair was still jet black with the exception of grey on the ends and sideburns. That silver color rather than off-putting gave him a more sophisticated look that made him even more attractive to females. Although slightly overweight, the excess was well disguised in his solid frame. He was simply virile and most appealing to Natasha as she gazed upon him.

Dietrich for his part was enchanted with Natasha's appearance. She was as gorgeous a female as Bolek had intimated to him when he suggested her. He was thinking: 'Thank God for Viagra.' Although he was youthful in outlook and in appearance he was still 62 years of age and if he wanted sex to be like it was when he was younger he definitely needed assistance.

He suspected that Natasha was capable of sapping all his stamina without little effort on her part. Thankfully he had taken a pill sometime prior to the appointment so that he would not disgrace himself to this luscious babe. With the happiest anticipation of a wonderful afternoon tryst, Dietrich said in Russian:

"I am pleased to meet you Natasha Starikovich. You obviously have a Russian name. Are you able to speak Russian? Do you understand me?"

Natasha, a little taken aback at the abrupt change in language, nevertheless replied in Russian and thereafter throughout the afternoon they conversed exclusively in Russian:

"Yes I understand you as I do indeed speak Russian. I can also read and write Russian. My mother taught me from birth and to this day we speak almost exclusively Russian between ourselves. I have also some Russian speaking acquaintances with whom I have the opportunity to speak. My mother deemed it important that I retain my Russian heritage by at least knowing the language. But aside from the fact that I can speak Russian fluently and can think in Russian, I am really an all American girl." 

Dietrich snorted:

"The ability to speak Russian sets you apart. It gives you a mysterious and exotic persona, even though you speak English without any accent. I avow you are no ordinary run of the mill American girl."

Natasha merely smiled at him and replied:

"What about you? You have a German name and I understand from your public biography you were born and grew up in Germany. How is it that you can speak Russian?"

"I have this in common with you. I also had a Russian mother who wanted me to be aware of my Russian heritage. My mother grew up in a village in Russia that was overrun and occupied by the Germans during the Second World War. As she was a teenager then, 16, 17 and 18 years of age who knew German, she thought nothing of working at the local German war headquarters as a typist and clerk. When the Germans started losing the war and the Red Army was expelling them from Russian soil, my mother belatedly understood the perilous position she found herself. Being considered a collaborator to the Nazis, she was either going to be exiled to Siberia; best case scenario, or summarily executed; worst case scenario."

The droll way Dietrich expressed himself of his mother's danger, caused Natasha to laugh at this black humor. She interrupted:

"So your mother was in a 'heads' I lose, 'tails' you win situation."

Dietrich returned her laugh as he replied:

"I guess you truly are an all American girl as that must be an American expression which I admit I am not familiar with. However I guess that does express my mother's predicament. She was spared either of those unfortunate possibilities by agreeing to leave her family and accepting the invitation of her German bosses to return with them to Germany. She settled in Berlin and after the war met my father. After they were married I soon appeared. 

My German father had no objection to my mother teaching me Russian. When I was in my twenties I had occasion to live in the Soviet Union for some years where I perfected my Russian. Along the way I picked up English and eventually I ended up here in Chicago about fifteen years ago. That's enough about me. Tell me about yourself." 

"My grandparents emigrated from the Soviet Union in the late 60s and settled in Mississippi. Although they were married when they moved here, all their children including my mother were born in the United States. My mother got pregnant with me when she was only thirteen, and was fourteen when I was born. My grandparents would have wanted my mother to get an abortion, so my mother moved to Chicago to have me. My grandparents were not supportive of my mother so she had to raise me at first virtually on her own.




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After some years they finally accepted my mother and I back to the family but we stayed in Chicago. My mother certainly made a lot of sacrifices to raise me. As a result I am very close to my mother as I can only be grateful for the sacrifices she made to ensure I had a happy and relatively normal childhood."

"I take it your parents never married probably because they were so young?"

"That's right. My biological father actually gave my mother $5,000 to have an abortion, and he thought that she had done so as he did not see her for years. When I was four, she surprised him when she revealed my existence to him. But he still did not want to marry her nor was he interested in seeing me. He had just got himself engaged to that popular show business entertainer, Pamela Rose, whom he did marry and is still married to. So I understand why he did not wish to have anything to do with us."

"So you have never met your father?"

"No but he did provide very lucrative child support payments thereafter which greatly relieved the pressure on my mother in raising me. In addition my mother was kidnapped and tortured by a villain also during the year I was four but luckily I personally don't have any memory of it to haunt me as it did my mother. When she escaped from her captor she became notorious for a time and there was great public interest in her. The father of my biological father then paid my mother $1.5 million in return that she not tell her story publicly. My biological father had become rich and famous as a football player so it was deemed that knowledge of who my biological father was would not be helpful so my mother got that additional hush money.

With such payments by my biological father and his family, my mother was able to fulfill her ambitions for herself as she is now a very successful accountant and is a partnership owner of her firm located in the Sears Tower. As a result I am not hurting for money even though I am a mere freshman at the Music faculty of Northwestern University."

"My goodness I am most impressed by your remarkable story. So I am now in a quandary as to how to seduce you. According to the tenets of Casanova, to make love to a beautiful woman one needs only to tell her that she is intelligent. To make love to an intelligent woman one only needs to assure her that she is beautiful. But Casanova is silent as to how to woo a woman who is both beautiful and intelligent plus rich to boot."

"My! My! It is seduction we are to talk about then? I thought or I was led to believe that this meeting was to explore the possibility of you assisting me to enter the concert world."

At this point they each knew they were flirting with each other. They also sensed that neither one of them was adverse to carry the flirtation on to the ultimate level. 

Thus, in mock display of sudden inspiration, Dietrich slapped his forehead with the palm of his hand, and exclaimed:

"But of course how stupid of me! For a girl like you I need only dangle the opportunity to play for the Chicago Symphony to get into your pants."

Natasha playfully bantered:

"So let me see if I got this straight. If I agree to let you fuck me, then I get to play in the Chicago Symphony Orchestra? Is that it?"

"No! No! No, my sweet Natasha, don't jump into a hasty conclusion. The Chicago Symphony is one of the greatest orchestras in the world and is comprised of only the very best musicians. So fucking me does not get you into the orchestra. But fucking me does get you an audition and if you do well in the audition then you will be invited to join the Chicago Symphony Orchestra."

Natasha was not indignant or horrified by Dietrich's bold proposition. To tell the truth she was very attracted to this dynamic man and had been thinking of how to seduce him! Needless to say then she was relieved that he had saved her the trouble. 

But playing along with his proposal she cooed:

"Is this then the normal procedure to recruit female musicians to the Orchestra?"

Dietrich laughed as he detected her playfulness and realized that she was not appalled. He also realized that obviously he was going to score with her, and so he continued playfully:

"Heavens no my dear Natasha! As I said the Chicago Symphony is a world class orchestra and the consummate professional organization. There are proper channels to go through to become a musician of the orchestra."

"So what is the advantage to me of letting you fuck me other than having the pleasure of your, no doubt, delicious cock in my wet pussy? I am sure I can get an audition on my own then through the auspices of the school not to mention Professor Ostrowski." 

"Are you confessing that your pussy is indeed wet?"

"It's getting there."

"To answer your question let me point out that the audition process to recruit musicians to the Orchestra is a cumbersome affair not to mention a most time consuming ordeal. As the music director I obviously have some clout so that I can arrange anyone to jump to the front of the line in the audition process. By the way since we are being intimate please call me Dietrich."

"Well Dietrich then it is settled that if I let you fuck me I will get an audition right away to see if I merit playing for the Chicago Symphony?"

"Not so fast my dear Natasha. The fucking will be an audition in of itself. As I indicated I have clout with our auditions department. Now I promise that you will get an audition in any case, but the quality of our fucking will be determinative of how soon such audition will occur."

"Oh you brute! It is not nice to put so much pressure on me since I do not know you or your likes and dislikes in sex. However I am not apprehensive as I am quite confident of my amatory skills."

Dietrich asked in a mock skeptical manner: 

"You come with solid references then, do you?"

"I am not a girl who kisses and tells, but I am fairly certain my previous partners have no complaints about my performances."

Both were aware that the time for talking was over; Dietrich rose from his chair, and sat down on the love seat beside Natasha. He embraced her and started with a simple kiss. There was an instant chemistry between them so that the simple kiss soon developed into a deep intense passionate one. 

As their tongues were dueling, the pleasure of the kiss was getting to Natasha. She was now moaning to vent her feelings. The sound of her moan would otherwise suggest agony but in reality it was her only way to express desires in an audible way while being smothered by his kissing.

As Dietrich deepened his kiss, he placed a hand on one of her tits in convenient reach and squeezed it over her dress and bra. The touch made her automatically groan in ecstasy. She was caressing the back of his head with one hand and grasped his cock over his pants with her other hand. As she gently stroked his cock along with the pants material, he reciprocated her moaning.

He broke off the kiss and moved his lips to her neck, which he started to lick. As soon as she felt his tongue on her neck, she released a deep satisfactory sigh. She ran her hand more vigorously through his still thick hair, encouraging him to take more liberties with her body.

Dietrich slipped his hand onto her dress and bra and caressed the bare skin of her breasts. He captured a nipple of one of her tits between two adjacent fingers. By manipulating those fingers he was able to cause the nipple to swell and harden. Once the nipple was rock hard he repeated the procedure with the nipple of the other tit. 

Natasha could now feel herself getting extremely wet in her nether regions by his foreplay. To her mind he was easily her most skilful lover to have aroused her so deep and so complete, so quickly. To match his foreplay, she had opened the fly of his trousers and was able to touch the bare skin of his penis. To prolong and savor her thrill in manipulating his cock she stroked his rod with a deliberate slow pace which caused his hips to squirm. She considered his reaction as her reward.

Dietrich now moved his lips to Natasha's ear. He gently nipped her ear lobe several times to elicit high pitched gasps of pleasure from her. Then he speared his tongue and stuck it into her ear as far as he could penetrate. She again gasped rather loudly and her whole body shivered in reaction to this unexpected assault. Then he twirled his tongue all over the confined space of her ear and she felt her brain melt as a result.

As he was kissing her ear, he was pushing her dress off her shoulders. She interrupted her hand job to withdraw her arms from the sleeves of her dress. Now bare to the waist with the exception of her bra, he pulled out her tits from the bra exposing them to the air. 

He whispered into the ear he had been kissing:

"I want you to get up and go to the desk. Bend down rest your top part of your body on the surface of the desk. Lift one leg to rest it on the desk as well. Leave your other leg to remain standing on the floor."

Natasha obeyed wordlessly and without protest. She did in addition though slip out of her shoes first and removed her bra letting it unceremoniously drop to the floor as she moved to the desk. The skirt of her dress was not tight so that she could easily position herself on the desk to the way Dietrich had wanted. Once she rested her torso on the desk she cradled her breasts so that her tits were not unduly discomforted by the harshness of the hard surface of the desk. She took the opportunity to continuously massage her tits to maintain her sexual excitement on edge.

Dietrich had removed all his clothes letting them crumple on to the floor. Then as he approached Natasha he lifted and parted her dress, slipping most of it underneath her so that her ass and her thighs and calves were fully exposed. He saw that she was wearing a garish garter belt holding up her stockings. She was wearing the skimpiest thong that barely covered what was required to be covered. In fact the thong was in reality only a string in covering the crack of her ass plus the minutest triangle that just covered her camel toe. 

He stopped for a moment to contemplate the sight. Natasha was simply a babe- there is no other way to describe her beauty. Placed in an awkward position on the desk, the view of her almost naked body compelled Dietrich's cock to harden, harder than he had ever noticed. His brain was spellbound. At first he just stroked and caressed her buttocks and he did it in a way that suggested he was contemplating a treasure beyond imagination. Then he unhooked her stockings and started rolling them down.

He first rolled down the stocking on the standing leg. At the end he tapped her toes to signal her to lift her foot so he would completely remove the stocking from her foot. When he rolled down the stocking on the other foot he was simply momentarily mesmerized by the beauty of her foot. He was compelled by undefined inspiration to take the arch of her foot stocking and all into his mouth. He was overwhelmed by the eroticism of his foot worship that he just shuddered as he kept nipping her foot for awhile. 

Then when he finally removed the stocking completely off this free foot, he felt again compelled to take the foot into his mouth. This time he took in her toes. He patiently sucked each toe lovingly and thoroughly. He was not shy of licking the skin between her toes as well as the sole of her foot. 

For her part, Natasha was relieved to realize she had taken a complete and thorough shower prior to leaving for the appointment and so was quite confident her feet were absolutely clean. She would have been mortified had she suspected that as he was licking her toes he might have encountered some toe jam. Freed from such dread she was able to derive the utmost pleasure from his oral stimulation and her cunt moistened accordingly.

He removed the garter belt. Slipping under her thong he inserted his finger into her moist vagina. His finger was quickly wet and he removed it for taste. Then he slipped the thong completely aside to expose her asshole and cunt. He gasped as he admired her flawless female parts. Soon he was slurping and licking her anus and causing her to pant and grunt something fierce.

His licking of her ass made her even wetter than before. So when he abandoned her ass to lick her cunt he immediately captured globs of her juices. Natasha could not help herself but let out a scream equally mixed between agony and ecstasy. Her body was shaking leaving no doubt that she was experiencing an orgasm of the acutest kind.

Dietrich had a sixth sense about Natasha's sexuality. Considering that she could not be more than eighteen or nineteen years of age he knew that she therefore had relatively little sexual history, at least especially compared to him. Nevertheless he believed she had a pure affinity towards sex that overcame any lack of experience and thus he could be as sophisticated as he would desire with her.

Accordingly as she was recovering from her obviously intense climax, he calmly left her and climbed on to the leather sofa. The sofa happened on this occasion to be situated back against the window wall. Once on the sofa he leaned forward jutting out his ass. He planted the palms of his hands firmly on the window, oblivious of possible spectators with binoculars peering from other buildings. He simply awaited for Natasha to react to his bold hint and she did not disappoint.

As Natasha finished screaming her orgasm, she switched to panting and hyperventilating for a full minute before she started to calm down. She was inwardly surprised at the intensity of her orgasm as well as her reaction. It was by far her most emotional orgasm to date except perhaps the one with her mother after Reggie's death.

She certainly had a delightful time when she surrendered her virginity to Reggie, but her orgasms then seem now tame compared to this one. She had thought at the time that she was in heavenly bliss not likely to be topped, but now she realized there are more sexual horizons to explore and to conquer. She truly marveled that this orgasm's intensity was achieved despite no cock in her pussy and very minimal oral stimulation of her clit.

The rehashing in her mind of the pleasures she had received had a ping pong effect on her. The more she calmed down the more she contemplated her euphoria, which in turn started to arouse her passions anew demanding new renewed sexual activity. Consequently, as she had recovered her equilibrium she found herself in a new level of sexual arousal; desperately needing relief. 

She was aware Dietrich had left her immediate presence, so she looked around and spotted him on the sofa. Just as Dietrich had suspected, Natasha knew exactly what he desired of her. Also as he had suspected, she had no problem complying with his unspoken wishes.  Natasha got off the desk and shed her dress on the floor so that she was now totally nude. She took hold of the coffee table which conveniently contained wheels on its legs, and shoved it next to the sofa. She grabbed a pillow from the couch to support and comfort her knees. Kneeling then directly behind him with one hand she reached around to fondle his cock and balls. With her nose nuzzled into the crack of his ass, she started licking his ass hole and surrounding flesh. With her other hand she parted his ass cheek to provide easier access for her tongue. She was licking him enthusiastically and without any hesitation.

She was genuinely enjoying her task which some would consider depraved and sordid. From her point of view she had received great deal of pleasure from his oral stimulation of her body, and so had no reason not to reciprocate. The fact that he was obviously enjoying her oral ministrations, as evidenced by his groans of ecstasy, was what really turned her on. She was making guttural sounds of her own as she intensified her tongue actions.

Dietrich could sense he was nearing climax. Not wishing to cum without fucking her, he signaled her to stop, by removing her hand from his cock. Now as if they were communicating telepathically, and he was directing her accordingly, he turned around. She got off the table and pushed it aside. 

As he then sat down on the couch, she climbed onto his lap facing him. Impaling herself on his cock she began riding him with wild abandon. She placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned backwards to provide him with an exciting view of her boobs bouncing wildly. Sensing he was nearing climax, and again wishing not to cum yet, he stopped her by grabbing hold of her waist to prevent further movement.

Again Natasha acted as if she was obeying silent commands from Dietrich. She got off him and off the couch and waited for him to provide room for her new position. After he had done so, she got back on the couch on her hands and knees, assuming the position to facilitate doggie style fucking.

He then mounted her from her rear and penetrated her vagina. With his hands grasping and fondling her tits he started fucking her. She let her hands slide to allow her head to rest on the couch; she turned her head so her cheek was rubbing against the leather. At this point her passion had overcome her senses and she started uttering in English- (the only time except for the greeting she was not speaking in Russian to him)-things like:

"Oh yes! Fuck that pussy! That's it fuck me! Fuck me good! Yes that's it...."

As she was getting more excited her verbal utterances were more high pitched so that she ended up actually squeaking. Her vagina was totally swamped with her juices and the friction of his cock in there produced an unmistakable sloshing sound. That sound elevated the sexual pleasure for both of them, so that there was no longer any turning back. Dietrich had intended on trying a third fucking position, but realized he could not bear yet another coitus interruption.

As he started ejaculating, Natasha started screaming anew her orgasm. This time in response Dietrich cried out a triumphant war whoop probably simulating a caveman's sexual excitement. In the excitement of her orgasm, Natasha farted rather loudly. She was too far gone in her passion that she did not notice her embarrassment. Dietrich did hear it but rather than being grossed out, instead he felt proud that his sexual prowess arguably induced her unguarded reaction. They duly collapsed on the sofa as his cock started to wilt and slip out of her.

With the intensity of their mutual orgasms ebbing Dietrich Ebersbacher felt compelled to focus on the promise of compliance to the sexual activity. So sitting up he said:

"Wow Natasha! That was incredible. Thank God I have the incentive for you to succumb to my desires so I could take advantage of you. I know it was selfish of me but I don't regret it one bit."

"Don't fret Dietrich if nothing else comes of this, I can say you were man enough to satisfy me and I have no regrets. I would be a liar if I were to say you forced me to have sex."

"In any case Natasha darling you definitely earned an audition. Remember though, my dear, providing the sex only earns you an audition. You will have to play exceptionally well if I am to seriously consider allowing you to play with the Chicago Symphony." 

"Oh I am not worried. I am confident of my musical abilities even more than how confident I was of my lovemaking. Are you then going to schedule an audition for me? Will I be competing against many others?"

"No this will be a private audition right now. As I said the orchestra has regularly scheduled auditions, but I do have more clout then I had earlier intimated. I actually have the power to insist on any musician into the orchestra without any regular audition requirement. However I seldom exercise this power and do not do so lightly, as I certainly do not want to look foolish by placing an unqualified musician into the orchestra. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 19



You have provided me so much joy that it would be churlish of me not to let you have the chance to gain immediate entrance to the orchestra. This private audition then is for you to display justification to me that I ought to use my influence to provide a short cut for you to perform in public at a high level. You have brought your violin so we can get started now."

"Well I was told only to bring my violin. It was suggested to me that if you were willing to hear me play that you would select the music you would want me to play. Am I to presume you are to be my accompanist, for this 'audition' so I can highlight my talents properly?"

"Yes you are right on both counts. I will indeed be your accompanist with the piano in this room, and yes I have the music I want you to play. I will give you fifteen minutes to study it."

"OK let me get dressed and then I'll look at the music."

"Oh no Natasha my darling, I want you to play in the nude. I believe this will allow you to bring passion into your playing and this will give you your best chance to shine."

"Will you be naked as well?"

Dietrich got off the couch, went to his desk and withdrew some papers from a drawer. Returning he handed Natasha some sheets of music, and replied:

"Oh yes I will likewise remain naked as you. You see Natasha I want you to play Enescu's Sonata No. 3, Op. 25 in A minor. I am of the opinion that Enescu's violin music isn't as well known and appreciated as it ought to be by the public- of course by public I do mean serious classical music aficionados. I believe the musician must pour his whole heart and soul into the playing of this piece if he is to bring out the best in Enescu's music. A mindless technician cannot play this piece and do any justice to it even if the playing is without error."

As Natasha took the sheets of music, she smiled inwardly as she could not believe her good fortune. She did know this music very well. When she was ten years old, and first started playing the full sized family violin, her then music instructor asked her to try playing this same piece. 

Given the obvious aptitude Natasha had to violin playing, the instructor wanted to test how superior her talent really was for her age, and this particular piece was in his opinion most suitable to gauge Natasha's true prowess. Not only did Natasha master the playing of this sonata but it became one of her favorite pieces to play in her spare time. She often played it to sooth her mood when she happened to be melancholy. 

Thus Natasha replied:

"Well Dietrich...."

He interrupted:

"No! No! No! Now you must call me Maestro again. We are not being intimate at this point but instead we are engaged in legitimate music business. It is imperative than we observe proper protocol and so you must acknowledge my position"

"Yes of course Maestro, forgive my impertinence. I just want to say I happen to be familiar with this piece of music so I do not require the fifteen minutes study time. As soon as I get my violin out I will be able to play immediately."

Surprised by Natasha's self-assurance, Dietrich received another surprise when he saw Natasha's violin. Recognizing the superior craftsmanship of her musical instrument he gasped:

"Where did you get such a magnificent instrument? Surely you don't own it?"

"My mother says I do own it. My grandfather's great-great grandmother received it as a gift from Tsar Alexander II as a reward for her playing ability. This violin has been in our family ever since and is considered to be owned by the direct descendant who can play the instrument as well as she did. Until I came along my mother was the only direct descendant who could play it but my mother acknowledges that I play a lot better than her. Certainly my grandfather, who has heard me play it on several occasions, has not objected to my possessing it."

"Does this mean you are related to the great Olga Podkopayeva?"

"Yes that was her name but don't tell me you have actually heard of her?"

"Of course I've heard of her. I came to being a conductor of a world class symphony orchestra honestly. It is a poor conductor indeed who does not know his music history. I am aware of all the great musicians both past and present besides composers and conductors. Olga Podkopayeva was arguably one of the greatest violinists, male or female, of the 1860s and 1870s and some are prepared to argue even greater than the legendary Pablo de Sarasate." 

Natasha was particularly pleased with this factoid and so responded:

"Wow! I really wasn't aware of that. To me she was just a name my mother told me to complete the story of the violin. In my music history class we have not studied the names of famous past musicians but perhaps we will later. I think I would get goose bumps when we do and I can say to the class I am the great-great-great granddaughter of Olga. Oh my gosh maybe I need another great but no matter I am a direct descendant."

Dietrich chuckled as he replied:

"Well this is a bonus point for your audition, and being a descendant of the great Olga makes me think this audition will definitely be worth my time. However your ancestry certainly does not seal the deal. Your playing will reveal if you are the natural heir of the great Olga Podkopayeva and worthy of playing with the Chicago Symphony."

Natasha then sat down on the comfortable cloth covered chair. Situating herself close to the piano and positioning the violin for play, she awaited Dietrich to start. Natasha was not uncomfortable playing in the nude as occasionally alone in her room (both at the Maple Grove home and at the Excalibur Street house) she had played the violin when naked as she practiced. Dietrich remained nude as he said he would and sitting down at the piano struck the first notes.

As soon as Natasha joined in with the haunting first strains, it became evident to Dietrich instantly that she had captured the sound of a true gypsy violinist as the composer had intended. As the piece was so familiar to Natasha, she was able to negotiate seemingly effortlessly the endless and fiendish varying themes of the first two movements. 

Dietrich was a perfect accompanist to Natasha. Together they managed perfectly the rhythms and dance like finale to bring the nearly twenty-five minutes' work of music to a spectacular conclusion.

Each of them discerned the special uniqueness of this personal private recital which spurred them to exert their upmost skills while playing the piece. Shortly after they started playing, the notion that this was an audition to determine whether Natasha was to play with the Chicago Symphony disappeared from their minds. Instead the music overwhelmed their minds and they concentrated solely on producing the music.

Their actual technique was absolutely flawless, but then for Natasha, by now perfect technical performances were her norm anyway. What made their performance absolutely spectacular and memorable in her estimation was the passion in their playing. Whenever afterwards she recalled this moment, Natasha's only regret was that their playing had not been recorded nor witnessed. 

Although subsequently in her public performances, she knew she was frequently able to match the intensity and passion of this private performance and sometimes even surpassed it but she believed she never was able to recreate the magic of this performance. 

At the end Natasha was perspiring profusely. Rivulets of sweat were sliding from her forehead down her face and even falling onto her shoulders. Dietrich was also enflamed by the playing and his contributing passion was such that he sported a rock hard erection. 

Noticing his condition, Natasha put away her violin and said:

"Dietrich my sweet Maestro, I am going back to the couch. I believe we ought to make good use of that wonderful erection of yours."

Suiting her words to action she hurried back to the sofa and lay down flat on her back. For the convenience of Dietrich she lifted one leg to rest on the back edge of the couch and the other leg she had resting on the floor. She reasoned that this ought to provide him the easiest access to her cunt. She had also spotted Dietrich's handkerchief on the floor which she had picked up to wipe her brow. Wordlessly Dietrich got to the sofa and he took her. As soon as she was impaled she maneuvered both of her legs so her calves and heels were resting against his shoulders thereby surrendering her entire body to him. 

His fucking of her was of a short duration. When he reached her he was still highly aroused from the reaction of the intense music playing. When his cock was in her, his hormones overloaded and could not handle too much more passion. Thus he was ejaculating seemingly within seconds of initial penetration. 

Despite the quickness of the coitus, Natasha nevertheless achieved an orgasm as well. Her complete concentration on playing the sonata produced a sexual high for herself as well that only a few strokes of Dietrich's cock in her vagina was all that she needed. As he was cumming in her she was ranting and raving, and not quietly either; leaving no doubt about her sexual satisfaction. 

After his sexual excitement somewhat abated, Dietrich Ebersbacher was all business again, and so he said to Natasha:

"Do you know Dvorak's Concerto in A minor? Can you play it?"

"Yes of course."

"I just learned a couple of hours ago that Anne-Sophie Mutter has had to cancel this Thursday, Friday and Saturday's engagements because of illness. The business manager of the Orchestra is trying frantically to find replacements. If you can rehearse with the Orchestra this Tuesday and Wednesday mornings, I'll have you play the Dvorak Concerto on those nights. What do you say?"

"Are you serious?"

"All I can say Natasha is that your performance was awesome...I have never in my entire sixty-two years, heard this Sonata performed live or by recording better than how you have just so exquisitely played it. Words cannot do justice to describe how magnificent you were. I have no doubt in my mind that you will be one of the greatest if not the greatest violinist of your time. 

I predict the audience upon hearing you will feel fortunate that Anne-Sophie Mutter had to cancel and thereby had the privilege of hearing you play instead. Oh yes I am serious."

Natasha naturally was overwhelmed by such praise and replied:

"Wow I am flattered and I am thrilled."

Then she coyly asked:

"I would like to ask though, what has impressed you more; my playing the violin or my fucking?"

"Ah a question that would even baffle Casanova as to how to answer and not lose the lady. So I refuse to answer. All you need to know is you are excellent; superbly so in each activity. I take it you will do the concerts?"

"Of poo so diplomatic of you. Don't fear though you will not lose this lady. By the way can you get a ticket for my mother so she can see and hear my debut with the Chicago Symphony?"

"Of course she will have the best box seat in the house as my guest. Just let me know if she will be alone or will have a companion."

At this point Natasha coughed as she breathlessly and at her sultriest asked:

"Dietrich, my magnificent maestro, do you mind if we seal our business deal with a celebratory fuck? I don't want to tax your stamina too much, but I am so excited by your praise that I just need your cock in me again. If I suck your cock or perhaps lick your ass hole again could we do it again?"

"Ah so my young wanton, you are afraid this old geezer has no more energy left to satisfy your young insatiable lusts?"

"Well even some of my young lovers do get tuckered out after a couple of fucks, so I just being considerate that is all."

So Dietrich scoffed:

"Ah these young bucks have no idea how to preserve their vigor and satisfy a passionate young lady like you. Never fear my dear sweet Natasha, I may be ancient but I do know a trick or two on how to keep you screaming in ecstasy."

"Oh my sweet maestro you do make me burn with the way you use your body on mine" 

This time when Natasha and Dietrich coupled on the sofa, their exertions were not so frantic. He was able to harden again without hardly any foreplay and her cunt was suitably moist to receive him. For variety he took her sideways from her back. She curled her outer leg over his so that they fucked without strain and in comfort. So focused was she on the pleasure she was receiving that she involuntarily grunted and squeaked on each thrust. The noises she was making was higher than her normal voice and gave him the impression he was fucking a little school girl rather than the voluptuous woman that Natasha really was.

Needless to say Natasha was in great humor when she left Dietrich and returned to the home in Morton Grove, that afternoon. Vera was as ecstatic as Natasha to learn about the concerts she was to perform the following week. 

Vera's happiness was summed up by this declaration:

"I knew you were good Natasha but I now believe, given what you are about to do, that the musical genes of Olga Podkopayeva have been reborn in you. From her grave she must be smiling to realize that her natural successor has finally emerged." 

The next day Natasha upon seeing Bolek at the school thanked him for his help in arranging the appointment with the conductor. Bolek was amazed to learn about the success of Natasha's visit. 

When he had arranged the appointment he had expected that the best outcome he could have hoped for her would be that Ebersbacher having listened to her play might arrange for her to practice with the Orchestra pending an opening in the strings section to develop. That he would actually schedule her as the soloist in an actual performance of a Violin Concerto, and so soon was beyond anything he would have thought possible.

Knowing the libertine reputation of Dietrich, he could only surmise that Natasha must have been a great lay indeed for him to give Natasha the opportunity to make her professional debut on such an auspicious setting.

Studying Bolek's face and sensing accurately his speculations, Natasha smiled wickedly and obliquely admitted:

"Perhaps my skill at the violin was not the determinative factor for the opportunity Maestro Ebersbacher is affording me this week. But no matter; I want to assure you that our relationship will not suffer as a result of my new horizons."

Bolek smiled in return and just nodded. He did not misinterpret Natasha's remarks but as he was in no position to be jealous, he was at least pleased that Natasha was not planning on giving him up. That knowledge prevented him from feeling regret of having arranged for Natasha and Ebersbacher to meet.

Natasha did practice with the Orchestra on the relevant mornings. Natasha had a natural easy going personality that would not give offence to anyone she came in contact with. Quite cognizant of her inexperience and given the abnormality that she without any prior reputation was replacing a world renowned violinist, Natasha was careful to be differential to the musicians of the Orchestra. Despite their universal suspicion that she was the conductor's whore, Natasha soon won them over. Consequently the practices went smoothly and portended successful performances.

The performances were indeed successful even more than Natasha had dared to hope. The performances had been sell outs because of Mutter and the audiences were naturally initially disappointed by the substitution. However as Dietrich had predicted, Natasha's performance was as electrifying as even the most discriminate connoisseur of classical music could wish for.

The applause for Natasha was thunderous and genuine and lasted so long that she gave two quick encore performances of two minute pieces. The audiences were totally enchanted and their enthusiastic congratulatory displays went beyond anything the Chicago Symphony had witnessed in recent memory.

Vera, attending the initial Thursday's night performance with Linda Snyder, was tremendously proud as she witnessed her daughter's triumph. She usually did not delve on the circumstances of Natasha's birth or the pressures she had endured. This night though she smirked in her mind as she could not help but think: 'And Larry the father wanted me to have an abortion! Ha! Just think what the world would have been deprived of if she had succumbed to the wise choice to have an abortion'.

Another gratifying experience for Vera that evening occurred when she bumped into Jed Baxter, and Felicia. The Baxters' luxury box was adjacent to the one Dietrich had made available for her and Linda. As a result an encounter was unavoidable, and it was the first time she had personal contact with Jed since the break-up of their affair some two and one half years previous. 

It was very pleasing for Vera that she could in essence showcase her talented daughter and perhaps instill some regret in Jed's mind that they longer were together. As for Felicia, Vera tried to ignore her as politely as possible.

Their chance meeting occurred during the intermission. Natasha had not yet played as she was scheduled to perform during the second half in the evening's total concert entertainment. However the audience had been made aware that Natasha would be substituting for Anne-Sophie Mutter. The encounter ensued as follows with Vera first acknowledging each other's presence:

"Why hello Jed, nice to see you. And Felicia too. I am delighted to see that you are both here tonight on the occasion of my daughter's debut with the Chicago Symphony."

Jed was somewhat surprised to see Vera, as he had gotten used to not thinking about her despite the fact that, apart from their past personal liaison, they still had an ongoing significant and satisfactory business relationship. He had avoided seeing her since he had his assistants deal with her, and he also used the option to deal with Walter whenever he needed to have direct contact with Vera's firm. 

So warily he replied:

"Hello Vera, nice to see you too. I did notice from the program notes that a Natasha Starikovich would be substituting for Anne-Sophie Mutter, but I admit I did not think of making the connection. Of course I remember you telling me that you have a daughter but I do not recall her name if you indeed told me. I guess you did but I had forgotten. In any case you must be very excited."

Vera smilingly replied:

"Yes indeed Natasha is my daughter. She has been playing the violin ever since she could talk. She's now a freshman at the School of Music of Northwestern University. One of her professors at the school recommended her to Maestro Ebersbacher who after hearing her, scheduled her tonight to replace the ailing Ms Mutter. I'm on pins and needles in excitement. I hope her playing will be good enough not to disappoint the audience who were expecting to hear Ms Mutter."

At this Jed graciously opined:

"I'm sure if your daughter is as skilful in playing the violin as you are in your accounting talents, she'll do just fine."

"Thank you Jed, so kind of you to say so. By the way you remember Linda Snyder, who is the wife of my partner Walter, and who you and Felicia met at that party our firm had to celebrate our grand opening."

Jed acknowledged the introduction:

"Yes of course, and how do you Mrs Snyder. I've gotten to know your husband very well and I'm very satisfied and pleased with the work he has done for my companies."

Linda gushed:

"I'm pleased to meet you again, and I'll let Walter know of your pleasure."

As there was nothing more to say Jed and Felicia eased away. Once they were out of earshot Linda asked:

"So Vera how do you feel? This is the first time you've seen Jed Baxter since he dumped you, isn't that so?" 

Vera replied:

"Yes it is and I'm OK. I've long since gotten over it and I have survived. You know there was one thing I'll always remember him telling me. He had told me that I was different from his other paramours as he realized I was not interested in his power and money like them, but solely interested in him as a man. And as I reflected on this observation, I've come to conclude I was different from his wife as well, since she was just like his paramours. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 20



Natasha Starikovich was a happy camper. As she turned nineteen years of age, she reflected on her satisfaction with her life. 

She could not be happier with her academic studies at Northwestern University, as she was thoroughly enjoying being a coed. She was maintaining a 3.75 GPA including non-music courses. She loved expanding her technical knowledge of music, and she could see herself composing music in addition to performing. 

As far as performing in concerts, she had already arrived. The reviews in the Chicago newspapers of her debut performance went through the roof in her praise. Word of mouth of her spectacular performance spread like wildfire amongst the classical music lovers in Chicago. That Natasha was born and raised in Chicago assured that she would become an immediate darling in that crowd. 

There was a groundswell of support demanding more appearances with the Chicago Symphony. 

To meet the demand, Dietrich -- in conjunction with Vera, now Natasha's manager -- arranged with the musicians' union to allow eventually three performances of three different concertos: nine performances in total, during that spring. These extra performances were scheduled on nights that were not yet booked at the Symphony Center. 

Natasha was set to perform the Sibelius Concerto in March, the Tchaikovsky Concerto in April, and the Max Bruch Concerto in May. Tickets were first only offered to individual and corporate donors as a reward for their support. The demand was so high that Dietrich and Vera had to expand to three performances of each concerto from the originally intended single performance of each concerto. Even with the expansion of performances, the nine performances were sold out before tickets could be offered to subscribers who were not donors and to the general public.

Dietrich and Vera had negotiated a recording session to take place in the summer with one of the companies the Orchestra used for its own recordings. Dietrich suggested that Natasha record Enescu's Sonata as well as other music, and he promised he would play the piano for her first CD album. Natasha had said she wanted to include a piece she wanted to compose, and Dietrich promised he would allow inclusion of this music -- provided it was tolerable.

Natasha giggled at the snobbish answer and saucily replied:

"Why, Dietrich, my love, you must know by now that whenever I tackle anything, it is always with the ideal of striving for perfection, not for the mediocre. So if I intend to compose some music and expose it to the public, then I will compose great music, not just tolerable music."

Dietrich just replied:

"Pardon me for questioning your abilities. After all, I have certainly been the beneficiary of the many unquestionable talents you possess."

Dietrich and Vera also were in the tentative stage of scheduling Natasha with the Orchestra and some chamber-music-only performances at the Symphony Center during her sophomore year at Northwestern. 

Natasha made it clear that no matter how successful her concerts and recordings might become, she still wanted to complete at least her undergraduate studies at Northwestern, reserving the right to go on to graduate school. She felt that she had the rest of her life to do concerts but that this was the time to complete her education, no matter how lucrative it might become to drop out of school. In any case, her concert career was off to a great start and would not be deterred by her continuing school.

Notwithstanding all of her success at school, and the potential of a lucrative concert career, the greatest source of joy in her life was the fact that she had three lovers who admirably satiated her lusts. She marveled that she had three -- yes, count them, three --all of whom were truly the most satisfactory lovers that a girl could possibly desire. 

What was more astonishing about her status in the romance department was the fact that just a little more than twelve months earlier, she had lost Reggie Williams, whom she had believed was her love of her life and her one and only soul-mate. Her immediate reaction to his death was that she believed her sex life was over, as she was firmly in the grip of a truly agonizing despair. Now, though, Reggie had become a fond memory, still missed, but Natasha had truly moved on.

What especially gratified her about her three lovers was that they all were men she was proud of and she could easily boast about to her female friends. Dan Pearson, the junior quarterback of Northwestern University had the quintessential he-man, lumberjack, rugged good looks and physique. His physical appearance would entice women to swoon and drive men to envy. 

When the two of them walked together on campus, Natasha noticed and was bothered by the envious glances and deliberate staring of most of the passing females they would encounter. Natasha typically responded by making deliberate eye contact with such females and giving a look that seemed to say:

"You're damn right he is a gorgeous hunk. And he fucks as good as he looks. But he is mine to enjoy, not yours."

To such a telltale stare from Natasha, the females would quickly move away, reacting exactly the way they would have, had Natasha actually uttered those words out loud. Now, what was truly curious about Natasha's behavior was that Dan was engaged to another and was not truly committed to Natasha, nor did she even want him as her sole lover.

Still, Dan's fiancée lived far enough away, in California, so that in Chicago in general and at the Northwestern University campus in particular Natasha felt that she was Dan's sole female interest. She was a tigress to maintain and preserve this illusion, even though she had two other lovers. And she never in her own mind was she concerned about the incongruity; it was simply how she felt.

As for Professor Bolek Ostrowski, he was a complete contrast to the all masculine forceful persona of Dan. Instead, Bolek was the consummate urbane sophisticate male most often seen in intellectual circles. His vocation as a college professor suited him to a tee. His conversations often lapsed into esoteric levels that would challenge the comprehension of his listeners. Natasha viewed this as his best quality. She appreciated the fact that her own mind tended to improve as she endeavored to keep up with Bolek's ramblings.

As an aside, Natasha was very proud of her mother and respected her accomplishments. So although she felt she was not in competition with Vera, nevertheless she wanted to prove, if only to herself, that she was a worthy daughter to such a remarkable woman. Natasha discounted her virtuosity in the violin, as she viewed her skills as mere natural consequences of her practicing. However, to successfully improve her mind, she viewed as evidence of the worthiness that she was seeking. That is why she particularly relished her relationship with Bolek. 

And then there was Maestro Dietrich Ebersbacher, the piece de resistance of her lovers. Dietrich combined the virtues of both of her other lovers. Dietrich's dominant, arrogant demeanor compared favorably to Dan's youthful athletic body. 

Although Dan was stronger, and had mastery over her body when they made love, Dietrich had complete dominance over her. When they made love, Dietrich didn't simply dominate her, he possessed her. And Natasha loved being possessed by him although he was somewhat older. 'Well, all right: significantly older,' Natasha conceded in her mind, realizing that Dietrich was actually only slightly younger than her own grandfather, Vera's father. 

Dietrich also compared favorably to Bolek's sophistication. He was just as intelligent as Bolek but not as pedantic. Consequently, conversations with Dietrich were lighter and more humorous. 

A special non-sexual plus to Dietrich was his ability to speak Russian with her. Although Natasha was as fluent in Russian as a native, she was, nevertheless, ignorant of particular idioms, which was why she had to revert to English in uttering her sexual banter during their initial lovemaking. Dietrich subsequently took the trouble to teach her the actual Russian equivalents so that they were able to communicate 100% in Russian. Natasha found that speaking in Russian while fucking added spice and an exotic flavor and ambience to their lovemaking which she could never stop appreciating.

All in all, Dietrich was her favorite lover, but her lustful nature couldn't countenance her giving up Dan and Bolek in favor of an exclusive relationship with Dietrich. On the other side of the coin, because Dan apparently had a fiancée and Bolek was married, neither one of them was in a position to insist on an exclusive relationship.

As for Dietrich, who as of yet had not volunteered any information about other loves to her, he did not seem to have any inclination to get into an exclusive relationship either. Natasha figured that the vast age difference between them probably precluded him from contemplating an exclusive affair.

Therefore, she had three lovers, each of whom brought something special to the sexual table. As she did not have to contend with jealousy, she was free to enjoy them all without any strings attached. 'How lucky can a girl get?' mused Natasha in her mind. However, if Natasha had been aware of the cliché "All good things must come to an end", then her joy might not have been so unchecked.

When Natasha gave head to Bolek in his office that afternoon when the meeting with Dietrich was discussed, he was completely taken by surprise at Natasha's boldness and aggressiveness. Although surprised, he was enthralled at the riskiness of engaging in sex in his office while countless students and faculty were milling about in the vicinity. When his secretary barged in during the act, rather than losing interest and having his cock wilt, he was titillated and more excited.

Bolek was intelligent and interesting to listen to, but in truth he was a very dull man. He did not have an adventurous bone in his body except for his willingness to commit adultery. That is why the risqué sex initiated by Natasha was so appealing to him. Without a doubt, that sexual event was by far the most exotic and kinkiest experience in his otherwise mundane sex life.

The previous sex with Natasha had been exciting and, coupled with the guilty pleasure of committing adultery, certainly made sex with her truly enjoyable. However, there was no denying that the impromptu blow job, with the inadvertent appearance of Mrs Price in the middle of it, was special. 

Consequently, Bolek decided to forgo the motel room scenario for future trysts. Instead, he wanted to fuck her only in his office, hoping thereby to maintain the thrills he had enjoyed.

Natasha had two classes with him during the week: one whereby she had an hour free before the next class, and the other where it was the last class of that day for her. After each of those classes, he had one hour free as well. So he got her to agree to adhere to a twice weekly schedule to fuck for an hour in his office at these opportunities.

The excitement of having sex in this unorthodox setting had an unfailing impetus to keep Bolek potent during each hour. For Natasha's part, she had by now become a totally lustful woman, enjoying sex so unequivocally that she needed no artifice to keep her passionate. As a result, during these hourly sessions, they each usually climaxed three times. Despite the cramped space in his office, the excitement of the sex caused Bolek to become very innovative beyond anything he had personally thought was possible of him.

They had sex in all kinds of positions, utilizing the space as effectively as possible. She fucked him while riding on his lap as he was sitting on his chair. She had him fuck her while she was sitting on him with her back to him. They fucked likewise while he was sitting on the visitor's chair. 

Naturally, she gave him blow jobs like the first time in his office. They utilized his desk as well. Sometimes she would have one foot on the floor as the rest of her body was draped over the desk for him to fuck or sodomize her as he was standing. Or she would have both feet on the floor and bend over the desk to give him access to her pussy or to her ass, whichever he preferred.

She would also sit on the desk and spread her legs to allow him to eat her out. Once they tried to fuck while both on the desk, but that proved to be too dicey. They did fuck on the floor in all the ways that one can do on a bed. 

By far the favorite position for Natasha in this room, though, was with her bare ass on the desk; she lifted both legs up so her calves and heels were resting against his chest and shoulders, and she held on to him as he fucked her while he was standing up.

The sex was wild and felt completely spontaneous, despite its having been scheduled. His only regret was that Mrs. Price, the secretary, would be very aware of what was happening and thus could be counted on to keep intruders out. He had half hoped she would not be so vigilant, as he remembered the thrill when Mrs. Price inadvertently entered the office that first time.

However, in the 'careful what you wish for' department during the first week in April, Mrs. Price was unsuccessful in keeping out an intruder.

Claudia Whipple was Bolek's very rich wife, an heiress to a significant fortune. Claudia's father was leery of fortune hunters and successfully instilled that fear in her. As her looks were insignificant and unappealing, Claudia suspected every suitor, and as a consequence, she was still single at the age of thirty-five. Not only was she single, but she still was a virgin. The paranoia that every male was interested only in her money, coupled with the belief she was truly unattractive, stunted any spirit in her to explore her sexuality. 

The Whipple family, and especially Claudia's father, were devoted to philanthropy, and their particular pet project of support was the Bienen School of Music at Northwestern University. In fact, the Whipple family support for the school was so substantial that it was only surpassed by Henry and Leigh Bienen themselves, whose name the school had commemorated. 

In gratitude, one year the school held a special gala thank-you concert for all the school's donors, performed by the very best past and present student musicians of the school. The concert was billed as an appreciation of support, but in reality it was a disguised fund raiser as the donors attending were expected to pitch in additional support yet again. 

That was the occasion whereby the spinster virgin Claudia Whipple met Prof. Bolek Ostrowski, two years her junior, and at the time a brand new member of the faculty of the school. Now, admittedly, Bolek was a dull man and definitely not possessed of traditional male sexual prowess, but still he was smart and he did know how to seduce women.

(As subsequent proof of such assertion, at least to his own mind, was the fact that he was the only male member of the faculty or of the music school student body who was successful in getting into the pants of Natasha Starikovich, arguably the hottest female student-musician of the school ever. Although he knew Dan Pearson had also become a lover of Natasha's, it still did not negate for Bolek the fact that he himself could entice a hottie like Natasha.) 

In any case, within five minutes of their initial meeting and conversation, Bolek was able to comprehend Claudia's fears and apprehensions and hence knew how to act upon them to his advantage. After thirty minutes of that initial meeting and conversation, she was thoroughly fascinated with him and was easy pickings for seduction. They had their first date a week later, and he had her cherry on the next date a week subsequent.

Claudia proved to be very fecund as she became immediately pregnant. Of course, she had not used any birth control; as she was a 35-year-old virgin, birth control was not an issue she had ever had to deal with. Bolek also did not bother with birth control concerns, having the Neanderthal view that it was up to his female partners to deal with such matters. 

There was no help for it, then. Despite the modern era and mores, the only solution for the problem of Claudia's pregnancy was for the two of them to marry. Claudia's father was furious, as he suspected Bolek's motives, and thus insisted on a pre-nuptial agreement.

Although Claudia was 35 years old, she still was under her father's influence and did not dare defy him. As a result, Bolek reluctantly signed the pre-nup. He signed reluctantly because he really wanted unfettered use of Claudia's money; but he did sign, since he was still going to have access to her money albeit with some restrictions.

The pre-nup agreement placed an onus on Bolek to remain married to Claudia. The contract spelled out that if they were to divorce as a result of his proven infidelity, he would get nothing of the Whipple fortune or of Claudia's monies. In addition, Bolek would have to reimburse 50% of profits he had personally gained from any investments or monies advanced by Claudia and/or her family. So that there would be no confusion as to comingling of monies, it was stipulated that Claudia would retain her maiden name upon marriage but that the children would bear Bolek's name, a concession attributed to the male chauvinism of Claudia's father. 

When all was said and done, Bolek was content. Being married to Claudia allowed him to carry on a luxurious lifestyle that suited him. He did not mind fucking Claudia, as she was not totally obnoxious or repellant. He did not mind having children, nor did he mind being a father.

However, the only true excitement in his life was his adultery. In light of the pre-nup agreement, he knew he had to be careful. He was confident he could talk his way out of any situation and bamboozle Claudia. Still, it did not pay to be careless, and that is why he paid cash for the motel rooms he engaged for the first sexual trysts with Natasha. Once he started using his office, though, paradoxically he felt safe.

Although there was danger of being caught "in flagrante delicto" (and never mind his secret desire for such event), he believed that being caught in his office could be more easily explained away than being caught in a motel room.

As for Claudia, her marriage was the apex of her happiness. She marveled at the turn of her fortune, from still being a virgin at 35 to becoming a mother at 36. Although she was relatively old, her first pregnancy was a breeze. Her labor went through without a hitch, and she gave birth to a strapping boy who came in at over eight pounds. To Claudia's utter delight, she became pregnant again within two months of her first son's birth, and pushed out another brawny lad into the world nine months subsequent. Yes, life was good, and she could not be happier.

Then, in her fourth year of marriage, one April morning she had an appointment with her gynecologist to confirm her suspicion. Yes indeed, the good doctor was able to confirm Claudia was pregnant for the third time. Needless to say, she was overjoyed, as she thought perhaps this one would be a daughter. Eager to announce the pregnancy to her husband in person- telephone call or text messaging would not do- but knowing he was not free until after two o'clock in the afternoon, she had lunch before she headed to the University.

At the office, Mrs. Price valiantly tried to stop what without a doubt would result in an ugly situation. She implored Claudia not to burst into the office, advising her that Prof Bolek was in an important "do not disturb" conference. Mrs Price volinteered to alert Bolek via the intercom of her presence and the need to impart important news.

But Claudia was having none of that, as she arrogantly waved off Mrs. Price's objections, declaring that she had spectacular news that her husband would definitely want to hear right away personally, notwithstanding the importance of his meeting. Mrs. Price, of course, had no option but to acquiesce, speculating that Claudia was about to receive some spectacular news herself in return.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 20



When Claudia opened the door and entered her husband's office, she was greeted by a shocking scene indeed. Natasha was naked from the waist down, including bare feet, and she was essentially naked above the waist. Natasha had on a completely unbuttoned and open blouse as well as her bra. Her big tits, though, were completely out of the bra, exposed and bouncing in accordance with movement by her entire body.

As she was standing, Natasha was bent over leaning with her arms resting on the office desk. She was being sodomized by Bolek, who was also naked from the waist down, although still in shoes and socks with his pants puddling on his ankles and shoes.

Claudia's initial reaction was a nonverbal horrified shriek of shocked surprise. Bolek automatically disengaged from Natasha's anus, exposing his cock and his visible spurting white sperm on Natasha's ass as he was caught in the midst of ejaculation. Natasha was also in the throes of her own orgasm when Claudia shrieked and thus as she peeked back she had the look resembling the proverbial doe caught in the headlights.

During this scream, Claudia noticed the obvious stunning beauty of Natasha. This drove Claudia to the conclusion that Natasha had to be the guilty party who was seducing her husband. So all her anger was directed solely at Natasha and accordingly, having at last gained command of her speech, she now screamed:

"You Jezebel! Slut! Whore! Shameless hussy! How dare you steal my husband and fuck him in his office? Have you no shame?"

Startled by Claudia's vehemence, Natasha started to move towards where her clothes, books and purse lay on the floor in the office. Her desire was to quickly disappear from what was developing into an ugly scene. 

Upon seeing Natasha move, Claudia became even more infuriated, and the need to punish Natasha became paramount. Spotting Bolek's belt in his pants still on the floor, Claudia seized the belt buckle and extracted the belt from the pants. Then she switched the belt in her hands so she could strike in the manner causing the metal belt buckle to make contact thereby rendering the blows more dangerous. 

As Natasha reached for her clothes and while on her feet she bent down to pick them up. Claudia at that moment swung the belt viciously and the metal belt buckle struck Natasha's bare ass. With the blow, Claudia was screaming:

"You fucking slut! I'll teach you not to fuck with my husband! I'm going to give the beating you deserve, you fucking whore!"

Natasha screamed in genuine pain as Claudia struck with all the force she was capable of. Natasha was so stunned by the blow that she was struck a second time before she realized that Bolek's wife had gone ballistic and she ought to be concerned about her own safety. Grabbing her purse while abandoning the rest of her clothes and her schoolbag, Natasha made a run for it out of the office. 

Anticipating that Natasha would try to escape, Claudia had shucked her high heel shoes so she could give chase. Each time Claudia got close, she let loose another blow. The belt buckle variously struck Natasha's back and thighs, as well as her ass. The blows caused bleeding on her ass as Natasha ran for her life.

They ran through the corridor, down two flights of stairs and out the door. Once outside, Natasha started sprinting towards her parked car, which was located about half a mile away. This stunning run, featuring the almost completely naked Natasha chased by the barefooted, belt-wielding Claudia, was seen by hundreds of passers-by and, of course, became a hot topic throughout the campus. 

This bizarre incident soon became a legend in Northwestern University lore and was subsequently dubbed as Northwestern's Lady Godiva Ride.

Fortunately for Natasha, the story did not spread beyond the students and faculty and so was not publicized in the Chicago newspapers. Given Natasha's celebrity status as the new sensation performer for the Chicago Symphony those papers would not have hesitated to report the incident.

Also luckily for Natasha, the editors of the University paper deemed as the incident was common knowledge amongst everyone on campus, there was no need to increase the humiliation. Thus the editors noblely refrained from reporting the incident as well.

Claudia quit the chase about three hundred yards from the building. Exhausted, she returned to the office to confront her husband. 

During the chase, Natasha's sole concern was to flee from Bolek's madwoman. Once though she was free from Claudia chasing her, she was able to slow down and let the humiliation of her situation overwhelm her. She reddened in shame, and she kept her head down to avoid eye contact.

When she finally reached her car, she was able to relax as she got in to drive home to Morton Grove. At least in her car she was able to pop her boobs back into her bra and button up her blouse. Thus no one on the road was the wiser that Natasha was driving her car naked from the waist down. 

When Claudia returned to the office, Bolek could sense by her demeanor that he was going to escape bitter recriminations. He was relieved he would not have to sweat out the threat of divorce, which he truly did not want, as it would ruin his comfortable lifestyle. 

Claudia started a tirade:

"That bitch was too fast for me. I sure wanted to give her the beating she deserved. Look, Bolek, I don't blame you, as I've got to admit that the slut was attractive and hard for any man to resist once she sets her mind to it. But you must avoid her at all costs and not fall into her temptations. As she is a student, perhaps I can use my influence to get her expelled. Odd, though, it does seem that she looks familiar to me."

Although Bolek knew that Claudia was most anxious to maintain and persevere their marriage, still he was surprised that she assessed no culpability on his part. She seemed to assume this was the only occasion of his copulation with Natasha.

Indeed he was correct in his assessment, as Claudia could not fathom that any man let alone her husband, during an affair would have sex in such a risky place as his own office. So she assumed that Natasha was in the office on some student-teacher pretext and seduced her husband when he was vulnerable. 

Bolek sensed that Claudia implied she was prepared to accept a plea of innocence so long as he was not caught with the same female twice. So, to preserve his marriage, Natasha would have to become toast. He would sure miss her, but in reality just about any tolerable female would do for his desire to continue his adulterous proclivities. Thus the loss of Natasha would not be the end of the world.

However, he was alarmed at the suggestion of trying to get Natasha expelled, as it would open a can of worms that he would not want opened. He knew why Natasha seemed familiar to Claudia, since the two of them had attended her performances of the Dvorak Concerto in January and the Sibelius Concerto just two weeks prior. With those facts, though, he saw the opportunity to reinforce his innocence, but also to sweep the matter under the rug once and for all. 

Thus he replied:

"Her name is Natasha Starikovich, and yes, she is a student here and actually is enrolled in my Music Theory class. But -- and this is a big but -- she has performed with the Chicago Symphony, and we have actually seen her perform at the Symphony Center; that is why she seems familiar to you. 

She is also rumored to be Dietrich Ebersbacher's current mistress, and that is why I was surprised and did not know how to react properly when she came on to me. Be that as it may, you must see, Claudia, that trying to get her expelled will only bring unwanted scandal on everyone and will not solve anything."

Claudia was not a stupid woman, but still her marriage to Bolek was the greatest joy in her life. The pleasures of sex and the producing of children made the continuation of her marriage the paramount concern in her life. She, therefore, was prone to accept any reasonable excuse or justification to turn a blind eye to otherwise suspicious circumstances that tended to cast doubt upon her perception of the perfection of her marriage. That is mainly the reason she was prepared to blame Natasha solely and bought Bolek's explanations. 

She merely replied:

"Yes, Bolek, I see and understand. But, dear, you must see it is dangerous to your career to have that woman around you, and you must avoid her at all costs. And how can you avoid her if she is your student now and may be your student in future classes. Perhaps it is better in the long run, despite the inherent scandal, to still try and get her expelled."

"As it is near the end of the semester, Natasha has in essence completed the course and need not attend the two remaining classes. I shall text her to stay away. Although I am not her academic advisor, I am certain she can earn her degree without taking another class with me. So I shall text her to declare that we need not see each other again. So I truly think we need not risk trying to get her expelled."

Ignoring the fact that Bolek having Natasha's cell phone number would suggest a relationship more intimate than a one night (afternoon) stand, Claudia acquiesced:

"I guess you are right, and as long as you are able to avoid that hussy, then we should be OK. By the way, the reason I had come was to tell you some exciting news. I am pregnant..."

And so Natasha and the tawdry circumstances were no longer on their minds as they gushed over the ramifications of Claudia's pregnancy. True to his word, Bolek did text a cold message to Natasha advising that their affair was over and they ought to avoid each other all together. Natasha furious at his lack of guts in talking to her in person coupled with the horrendous events replied by email:

"You asshole! Shithead! You fucker! I get that I was just your whore and you had to back your wife. But that does not excuse you for standing idle and allowing your wife to try and beat the crap out of me. The least you could have done was to ensure I had the opportunity to get my clothes so that I would not be nearly naked when chased by that madwoman of a wife of yours. I am sure half the school saw my humiliation and the other half knows about it. You need not worry about my seeing you again, as I am ashamed of myself for ever submitting to you. I prefer to be fucked by a man, not by a mouse. I'll pick up my clothes and school bag from Mrs. Price when you are not around." 

About a couple of weeks later, Natasha had a date with Dan Pearson to celebrate the end of the academic year. They went to a bar close to the campus. They were in a good mood, their conversation was sparkling, and their drinking was constant. As a result they drank more and stayed at the bar longer then either had intended. 

They staggered out of the bar after midnight and stopped at a nearby all night café for a bite to eat. Once they had eaten, and influenced by the alcohol they had imbibed, they mutually came to an unstated understanding that to end the outing by not fucking was out of the question. Luckily Dan's apartment was nearby so they could walk there and not risk driving.

They arrived at his place about 2 AM, and once inside, they started kissing and pawing at each other. They had sobered enough that they were able to fuck earnestly, but they were drunk enough not to be particular as where they were to fuck. So Dan started fumbling with his pants to free his cock for some action. 

As soon as she realized what he was doing or intending on doing, Natasha broke off the kiss to remove her skirt, panties, socks, and shoes. Once naked from the waist down, she plopped herself down on the close by sofa. Spreading her thighs, she beckoned Dan to come and get it.

By this time, Dan had also managed to be naked from the waist down. He pounced on Natasha, quickly penetrating her in the missionary position. Dan was the most vocal of her lovers, and as was his usual wont, he was chanting out loud inanities like:

"Oh Nattie!" (he was the only one who ever called her that) "My sweet Nattie! Oh yeah! Oh fuck yeah..."

And he continued along this vein until climax. Natasha was grunting loudly encouraging him to fuck her harder and faster. Her verbal grunts, together with the movement of her hips in sync with his thrusts, brought about the desired conclusion: his flooding of his seed in her love canal. 

They both were inspired and compelled to shout out loud and salty expletives as reaction to their unbridled joy in their copulation. Suddenly the bedroom door opened, and a fully clothed woman emerged and cried out:

"For God's sake, what's going on Dan? Eek! Dan, who is that woman?"

Sensing a "déjà vu" moment Natasha inquired of Dan:

"Don't tell me. Let me guess. This is your fiancée?"

Dan replied, muttering under his breath:

"Yes, it's Carole. She was not supposed to arrive until Saturday."

Disengaging herself from Dan, Natasha grabbed her skirt, shoes and purse. Leaving her panties and socks behind, she escaped from the apartment, merely announcing:

"I'm outta here!"

Once outside the apartment, she put on her skirt and shoes and headed for her car parked at the bar. She was grateful that at least she wasn't going to be beaten nor was she naked. She headed to her car parked at the bar. She was somewhat apprehensive, given the late hour, but she did have a can of pepper spray in her purse to allay her fears. She arrived at her car without incident and was able to drive home to Morton Grove safely.

Dan's fiancée, Carole Pritchard, had decided to surprise Dan by arriving two days prior then planned. She had taken a cab from O'Hare to Dan's apartment and was disappointed he was not home. As Dan had left his door open she went inside to wait for him. As she still wanted to surprise him she did not call him to alert him that she was in his apartment. As the hours went by and still no Dan, Carole became tired and went into the bedroom to nap. She then was awakened by the noise of Dan's and Natasha's lovemaking and the subsequent drama unfolded. 

It took all of Dan's skill to pacify Carole that night. Finally he convinced her that he was still in love with her, notwithstanding Natasha. The engagement was not cancelled, contingent upon Dan's solemn promise to have nothing to do with Natasha. He had no choice but to comply, as he did indeed want to marry Carole. So he advised Natasha their affair was over and he was going to marry Carole before he started his senior year, as Carole had found employment in Chicago.

A few weeks later, after she had completed a brilliant performance of the Max Bruch Concerto, Natasha and Dietrich were travelling in a limousine from the concert hall to Dietrich's penthouse apartment. As it happened, Natasha had not had sex with Dietrich since the Bolek and Dan fiascos, so she teasingly asked:

"Tell me, Dietrich, do you have any wives, fiancées, mistresses or otherwise girlfriends who just might pop in unexpectedly when we are making love?"

Dietrich laughingly replied:

"Certainly not."

"Are you sure?"

"Well, I currently do have another love interest other than you, but she is presently in Italy, so I am certain she won't be popping in."

"No way she might surprise you with an unexpected visit?"

"I am absolutely positive. She is a model who is on assignment in Rome. Her schedule is hectic and tied up so that there is no way she can get to Chicago until at least two weeks from now, and more likely it will be at least three weeks before I will see her again. Why do you ask? Are you now jealous, despite the fact you have two other lovers that you have advised me of?"

"Ah, but that's exactly the point. You see, when I was last fucking the Northwestern University quarterback, his fiancée burst in on us and ruined a perfectly good orgasm. And when I was last fucking Bolek in his office, his wife barged in as he was squirting in my ass. She was so annoyed that she started beating me with her husband's belt and ran me out of the office.

I didn't have a chance to get dressed, so I was pretty much naked when that madwoman chased me for at least two hundred yards past the building. Quite a few saw my ignominious run, which I understand has been dubbed 'Northwestern's Lady Godiva Ride'."

Dietrich laughed heartily and responded:

"I'll have to get more details later from you, as it does seem like a delicious story. In light of what you've told me, I comprehend your apprehension. So before we get naked, we will thoroughly search my entire apartment to ascertain that we are alone. We will bolt the door so no one can get in even with a key, and thus we will be free of any possibility of intrusion."

Natasha in mock relief replied:

"Well, I thank you for your understanding. It does get tedious being interrupted during coitus by a shrew although I must concede there is some justification for the ire of the said shrew."

Dietrich compassionately observed:

"It seems unjust though that the ire seems to fall solely on you. I imagine your lovers initiated the affairs neglecting to mention their status."

Natasha had to correct that impression:

"Well, to be fair, both of them did advise me of their status before we became intimate and I think it could be said that I was really the instigator of my affair with the quarterback. But rather than being dismayed of their commitments, I actually rejoiced in their status. It had to mean there was no chance that our relationships could become serious. It also had to mean neither one of them could object to me taking on other lovers. I sensed both of them have been annoyed that they were not my exclusive love interest, but they had to bite their tongues. I am, therefore, grateful that petty jealousy has not been a problem with my relationships."

Dietrich looked truly astonished by what he heard, and so he replied:

"My goodness, Natasha, I truly find your attitude strange, especially for a female. I do not pretend to be particularly knowledgeable of the workings of a woman's mind, but my experience suggests that it is the female that is more likely to desire a commitment and an exclusive relationship. It is the males that are usually commitment-phobic. Of course, sluts and whores are obviously exceptions to my general premise.

But despite the fact you offered little resistance to my 'ahem' charms, and despite the fact that you have had three lovers simultaneously, I just do not get the impression you are a slut willing to fuck indiscriminately."

"Well, I honestly don't know how I would label myself. Surely I'm not a nymphomaniac, but I do enjoy and crave sex. Although I have been an easy conquest for the three of you, I have rejected advances by others whom I deemed were losers, creeps, or otherwise repulsive to me. As far as I am concerned, there is no mystery to my arguably unorthodox views concerning sexual relationships."

"Oh yes? Please go on, my dear Natasha. I find this truly fascinating."

"My first lover, who claimed my cherry, was someone I grew up with since birth. We lived in the same household, and he was only four months older than me. He was not my brother or otherwise related by blood; actually he was African-American -- not that that matters. So we were free to fall in love without the taboo of incest to contend with. I was deeply in love with him before we finally consummated our love last year.

That day and night was everything I had imagined it to be and hoped for. It reaffirmed my love, and I knew he was my soul-mate. I was ecstatic; I could not possibly have been happier. 

Sometime during the night while I was sleeping, he left our hotel room, perhaps to smoke a cigarette; I have no clue why else he would have left. He was run over and killed by a drunk driver on the street just a few feet from the entrance to the hotel. The pain I felt by his death was harder than anything I could have possibly conjured. I was devastated beyond endurance. I vowed I would never love so completely so that I would never suffer like that again."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 20



"I guess that explains why you are now eager to have more than one lover. It prevents you from getting totally emotionally committed." 

"It's not just that. You see, Reggie, my lover, had been pestering me to have sex since we were fourteen. But I resisted and held out on the principle that I ought to be at least eighteen. I think in the back of my mind I was afraid I would emulate my mother, who gave birth to me when she was only fourteen. So when Reggie died, I was left not only with his loss but also with the regret that I had lost four years of sex which I could have had with him."

Dietrich opined:

"For what it's worth, I would point out that most teen age males are not great lovers. I believe most males need quite a bit of experience and maturity before they can truly pleasure their lady friends to the maximum enjoyment. I would suggest that the four years of sex you say you missed would have probably been just a tad more enjoyable than the masturbation you most likely did experience during that time period of your life."

"Well, Dietrich, my love, at the risk of inflating further your already oversized ego, I must admit you are my best lover to date. Although I recall my defloration fondly, it does not compare favorably to the sexual activity we have shared. And on that point, I am eager to get some more of it without any further ado."

Dietrich chuckled at their repartee. He had to concede that despite Natasha's relative sexual inexperience, she was easily the most exciting female he had ever met and fucked. In their frequent discussions of sex, he realized that Natasha was free of the usual female inhibitions that he normally encountered. Natasha did not exhibit any reluctance to try anything sexually novel so long as she perceived there was no humiliation motive. She might not like a certain sexual activity, but it would only be on the basis that it did not excite her, as opposed to any perceived notion that she ought not to have liked it.

Thus with Natasha, Dietrich was able to indulge in those fantasies that he would not have dared with most of his other female partners. So far she had displayed no aversion to anything they had done, and in fact, she reveled in all of their kinky and bizarre sex plays. His only regret about her was that he was not forty years younger or at least thirty years younger. 

He had had in his lifetime, two wives, as well as countless mistresses and girlfriends too numerous to remember, but Natasha had turned out to be the only female of them all that he was truly sexually compatible with. He mused that perhaps this was God's punishment for his sins; that the only woman he could truly cherish was made available to him only in his declining years.

When they entered his luxurious penthouse apartment, pursuant to his promise they toured the entire premises in jocular fashion to ensure they were alone. Then they bolted his door to guarantee no one, even with a key, could enter the apartment. Natasha smiled at his thorough attention to allay her presumed fears. In truth she had no apprehension that she would suffer yet another 'in flagrante delicto' moment, but she was charmed that he would take the trouble to treat the matter seriously.

In addition to relatively regular sex, Natasha and Dietrich had participated in phone sex. This type of sexual outlet paved the way for better sexual understanding between them. Consequently, they were cognizant of each other's likes and dislikes and were attuned to each other as if they had been lovers for more than a decade, rather than the actual few weeks they had been intimate. 

Accordingly, as Natasha spotted the dining room table containing four bottles of Merlot, a dish of cheese cubes, and a plate of grapes, she knew what he desired of her this evening. 

She laconically observed:

"I take it, Dietrich, my love, that you intend to celebrate my magnificent performance of the Bruch Concerto tonight with a wine and cheese party before we get into some serious intermingling of our glorious naked bodies." 

Dietrich merely grunted an affirmation. They both moved into his bedroom to remove their clothes and hang them up in his closet. In addition to Natasha's general natural beauty, for her performance she had judiciously applied suitable makeup, which artificially enhanced her appearance stunningly. 

She had applied a hair dye that made her hair glow, and with sparkles also in her hair the effect was astonishing. Her eye shadow rendered her eyes mysteriously sexy. The color of her lipstick had a rich reddish-purple tone that induced erection by such sight alone. Her fingernails and toenails were painted a matching blood-red color that by itself would arouse any heterosexual male who had a pulse -- perhaps even those without a pulse. 

Obviously Dietrich had been privy to Natasha's naked beauty before, but when he saw her this time he reacted as if he had never beheld such female pulchritude in his life. He had an iron- hard erection so strong that he believed he could use it effectively as a substitute for a hammer if need be. 

The excitement he felt, he believed, was no different than any teenaged male without sexual experience upon seeing a naked female for the very first time. He sensed his pre-cum forming on his cockhead. Natasha did not help matters, by smiling wickedly and dropping to her knees to slurp up the pre-cum. Fortunately his control and stamina was prolonged and held up by the effect of the Viagra he had previously taken. 

After a couple of licks of his cock, Natasha sauntered over to the dining room table. Dietrich followed and turned on the entertainment center, which was programmed to play the most erotic music. He lighted various candles, and after he had turned off the electric overhead lights, the ambience in the apartment exuded pure, unadulterated, sultry sex. 

Natasha had placed one foot on the seat of a dining room chair and, with the other foot on the floor, caused her thighs to part as wide as possible while allowing her to stand upright. Dietrich grabbed the dish of cheese and started inserting the cubes of cheese, one by one, into her vagina.

Natasha gasped and shuddered at the intense sensation of the coldness of the cheese. The cheese felt absolutely frigid inside her, and she couldn't imagine a colder feeling even had the object been an inserted icicle. That sensation of coldness tended to cloud her mind into almost an unconscious haze. 

The aversion to the coldness subsided, and Natasha became cognizant that her vagina was filled up with something. The presence of that something was a completely foreign feeling to her -- at first irritating. She willed her mind to work on the idea that this something feeling was part of an exotic and kinky experience. 

Once successfully grasping that thought the irritating feeling abated and was replaced by a sensation of pleasure. As this pleasurable sensation was unique, she started perspiring and her face became flushed. She completely reddened as her mind now focused on the knowledge of what was going to occur next.

Dietrich had laid out a drop cloth on the carped floor next to the table. On top of the drop cloth, he had laid out a bed sheet and a pillow. After having inserted about ten cubes of cheese into Natasha's cunt, he went to lie down on his back on the bed sheet and his head initially resting on the pillow. 

Natasha removed her foot off the chair and momentarily swayed to the music. Then she moved over to him and carefully lowered herself to him. Facing him she rested her knees against his armpits and surged her torso forward to allow access to her cunt for him. With her trunk hovering over him, and holding her folds apart, he was able to lick her labia lips and her clit.

He grasped tightly her buttocks as he started to flick his tongue into her vagina. His tongue started fishing out the cheese cubes. He ate up the first cubes but then he retained the rest in his mouth. Once all the cubes were removed, she moved her trunk backwards along his chest. With her ass touching his cock she reached back to fondle his genitals. She bent forward to kiss him. During the kiss he was able to transfer some of the cubes into her mouth for her to eat.

Once all the cheese was consumed Natasha got up as he remained on his back. She placed a chair beside his body to balance herself as needed. She then grabbed a bottle of the opened Merlot. She took a deep satisfying swig of the wine and splashed some on her ample boobs to drip down along her chest. Then she poured some of the wine on her thigh to commence a rivulet to flow south.

Once the wine was travelling and the flow had passed her knee, she balanced herself on the handy chair and lifted the leg to point her foot at Dietrich's open mouth.

As the flow of wine reached her instep, she pointed her toes down so that the wine could drip from them into his mouth. Part of the wine seeped between her toes and dripped into his mouth from that position. The color of the dripping wine matched the color of her toes enhancing the visual effect. 

With her foot still off the floor she poured more on her calf to provide a good drink. Then, once that initial rivulet of wine had dried up, she poured more wine on the other thigh and repeated the procedure of providing him with wine.

Although he had planned and anticipated this experience, the eroticism was too much for his libido and he ejaculated involuntarily. Natasha noticing what had occurred, dropped to her knees, and matter-of-factly slurped up the cum off his cock and surrounding area.

After wiping his cock clean with her tongue and lips, she opined:

"Good-tasting sperm is a terrible thing to waste."

Despite having just finished ejaculating, Dietrich's cock was still hard and capable of more action. Natasha, likewise, was as aroused as she had ever been. Wordlessly she rolled over to lie flat on her back on the bed sheet. Dietrich turned, mounted her, and commenced fucking her in the missionary position. Natasha wrapped her arms and legs around him and held tight for what she knew would be a frantic ride. Her total mind was now lost to all sentient thoughts.

Dietrich was fucking her at an extremely rapid pace beyond anything she had experienced. The friction she felt in her vagina compelled her to shout out loudly her grunts and shrieks. The noises she was making were deafening, but she was oblivious to her sounds. 

What also she did not hear was the noises he was making. He was in fact grunting an unnatural cry of anguish. As she was not looking at his face, she also missed noticing the contortions in his expressions as he was fucking her.

All of sudden the fucking overcame her. She closed her eyes, and all she saw were stars and fireworks twirling out of control. As she was about to scream her orgasm, she blacked out and slumped. In her swoon, she did not hear Dietrich's extreme cry of anguish as he was hit by a heart attack right during his final ejaculation. 

So overpowering was the effect of her orgasm that she was unconscious for a few minutes. When she awakened from her faint, she was immediately aware something was not right.

As she felt the coldness of his body, she then realized he was dead! She just let out the loudest scream of anguish she had ever emitted in her life. She was in shock and she could not move for two minutes solid, as she fell into a conscious paralysis. 

When the shock started wearing off and she became mobile the only thought that came to her mind was that she had fucked Dietrich to death. So discombobulated was the state of her mind that when she dialed 911, all she said was that she had just killed her lover; the emergency operator could not get anything more out of her except the address.

Consequently homicide detectives were dispatched to the scene and Natasha, still completely naked, let them in. She obviously was still in shock, as her mind did not comprehend her state of nudity. An officer found a robe for Natasha to cover herself. 

The police officers calmly urged Natasha to explain how she had killed her lover. Natasha started explaining the kinky sex and weird lovemaking, which her mind had convinced her was the cause of Dietrich's death. The police quickly realized there was no foul play involved- no homicide.

Thus they stopped her from continuing her bizarre explanations and ordered an ambulance to take her to the nearest hospital to observe and treat her for any psychological or physiological injuries or damages she may have suffered. Then an orderly official process was set in place to take care of Dietrich's remains. An autopsy concluded that Dietrich had died of a massive heart attack. An aggravating factor had been his overuse of Viagra.

Natasha was in the hospital for only a few hours and was released to Vera who had been summoned. While in the hospital, Natasha had been given some tranquilizers and, after a thorough examination by the medical staff, was deemed to be able to function. Natasha stayed in the bed for the next twenty-four hours and then returned to her normal self again, albeit sad at the loss of Dietrich. She mused that only a few weeks previously she was basking in the happiness of having three lovers but now she had lost all of them. Life sure was strange.

For her part, Vera, in an unguarded moment, also mused at how weird life can be. She had initially taken comfort in believing that her daughter was going to lead a normal, orthodox sexual lifestyle completely opposite to her own bizarre sex life. Yet by coincidence, history seemed to repeat itself- like mother, like daughter. 

Just like her, Natasha had taken on an older lover who then died possybly as a result of overuse of Viagra. Vera sardonically prided on her own sexual prowess in believing that had Dietrich been her lover he would still have needed to use Viagra to please her as well. Yes, thought Vera, the Starikovichs, mother and daughter are truly a lethal combination. Vera kept such a macabre, black-humor observation to herself. 

With Dietrich's death, both Vera and Natasha wondered if her professional music career was going to be on hold, dependent on the pleasure of the new music director of the Chicago Symphony. In June, Phillip Newhouser, an executive and sound engineer for American Classics, a classical music recording company, contacted them. 

He had advised that Dietrich had contracted a recording session to take place in mid July at a special studio. Now as he understood it, the plan was for Dietrich and Natasha to record Enuscu's Violin Concerto (Op. 25) plus some other short violin pieces including an original composition by Ms. Starikovich. Natasha confirmed that such was her understanding as well. Mr. Newhouser made an appointment for Natasha to see him at his office a week later to explore the possibility of still going on with the project.

When Natasha entered the office of Phillip Newhouser, she met a most charming man. He was just a shade shorter than Natasha and had a solid, masculine body. Mr. Newhouser appeared to be in his early forties and although not traditionally handsome still he was appealing. He did not appear to be overweight and gave the impression of being absolutely fit. He probably played handball to keep in shape thought Natasha; he seemed the type. Upon seating Natasha in his office, he started:

"I do not stand on rigid ceremony, despite my dealings with some really arrogant musicians. For now, just call me Phil, and I would like to call you Natasha. Is that all right?"

"Certainly, Phil. I don't stand on ceremony either."

"Now, I had known Dietrich Ebersbacher some twenty years, dating back to when he ran the Berlin Philharmonic before he came to Chicago. He had a great eye and ear for talent, and when he said someone was good, you could take it to the bank. He had discovered quite a few musicians who became world- renowned. He came to me some months ago to contract and commission a recording session featuring you."

"Yes, he had told me, and I was definitely excited and looked forward to it."

"Whenever he had approached me in the past for similar projects, the end result had always been successful. So although I had never heard of you, I listened and agreed because of his track record."

"I am grateful for his appreciation of what talents and skill I possessed."

"You do not have to be coy with me, Natasha. If Dietrich said --and he did say -- to me that you are good, then I know you are good."

Natasha smiled and tilted her head, acknowledging the compliment. 

Phillip continued:

"Dietrich's plan was to record Enescu's Sonata plus some short pieces such as Sarasate's Zigeurnerweisen to fill out the planned CD."

"Yes, I was aware of them, and I have practiced the music for the past few months." 

"Dietrich also said he would allow you to record a composition of your own that would be suitable. Have you composed such a piece?"

"Yes, I have. It's called Gypsy Nocturne, and it fits in with Enescu's Romanian Gypsy themes. I have a copy of the music with me."

"Good, now we come to the point. It was planned for you and Dietrich to record the music, and he felt your initial CD had a good chance of success. Obviously his death has put an end to the plan as such, and considering your lack of recognition, I am hard pressed to contract a truly competent substitute accompanist." 

"Oh dear! So I guess my recording career has come to an end before it has even started."

"Not necessarily. Are you aware of Lajos Kiraly?"

Natasha surprised by the introduction of this illustrious name, replied:

"Oh yes, who isn't? Well, of course, I mean in classical music circles as I guess he is not a household name to the non-classical music world."

"Right. Lajos is probably the finest pianist to have ever emerged from Hungary, and he is only twenty-six years old. Currently he is on tour in North and South America. When he was in Chicago last month, he could not resist going to a Dietrich Ebersbacher concert. It so happened that, as Dietrich's special guest, he saw you perform the Max Bruch Concerto that night before Dietrich died."

Natasha reddened as it dawned on her that she had indeed been introduced to Lajos that night. Since her mind was occupied in anticipation of lovemaking with Dietrich, it had not registered that she had met arguably one of the finest pianist in the world. 'Gosh,' thought Natasha, 'I should practice not having my head stuck up in my ass.' She now remembered the introduction was made in Russian, and for that reason alone, she should have paid more attention. 

So she replied to Phil:

"Yes, now that you mention it, I do recall having met him. As you may know, I was with Dietrich that night, so his death overshadowed my memory of what else had transpired."

"Well, no matter, I just wanted to point out that Lajos was most impressed with your performance. He actually had to catch a late-night flight out that night, but apparently in his brief conversation with Dietrich that night, mention was made of your planned recording; Dietrich even went so far as to inform Lajos of my involvement. So, shortly after Dietrich's death, his agent contacted me. Lajos does not speak English very well, but he does speak Russian fluently, and that is why he was able to talk directly to Dietrich. The agent advised that in light of Dietrich's death, Lajos would be interested in substituting for Dietrich if the recording project was still on."

Natasha gleefully responded to this bit of exciting news:

"Really? Truly? Wow! If I had my pick of accompanists, Lajos Kiraly would certainly be one of my top choices. I would acknowledge that he is more accomplished than Dietrich was, and Dietrich was certainly a fine pianist."

"Excellent! I am glad there won't be any prima diva attitudes between you two. Probably because you are both quite young, neither of you have yet developed an oversized ego that would make my job so stressful."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 21



Melody Snyder was not a happy camper. In fact she was a bitter woman. Worse, she knew she was a bitter woman and the acknowledgement of such fact made her even more miserable. 

She had been a widow now for some five years and she had not had any sex in all that time. For the four years immediately prior to her husband's death she had had very little sex then either. So it had been nine years since she had enjoyed regular sex and that was the true source of most of her unhappiness.

However the paucity of sex was not what made her bitter. It was the discovery upon the death of her husband that he had had a mistress. Richard, her late husband, had the effrontery to announce his illicit affair right in his will. He had bequeathed $100K to the unnamed mistress. The attorney who drafted the will was the only person privy to the identity of the mistress, and because of client-attorney privilege, Melody could not pry the information out of the lawyer.

Melody did not begrudge this money, that otherwise would have come to her. She was well provided for by the will. Her son Walter was a whiz at investment strategies and so she had no money worries as he managed her portfolio perfectly. No what was humiliating to Melody was the public announcement via the contents of the will that Richard declared he had a mistress, whom he thought highly enough to bequeath such a substantial sum.

The nature of this bequest eventually became commonly known amongst her circle of friends and acquaintances. As a result Melody was aware that everyone was speculating on the identity of that mistress. Melody herself was tormented by her own speculations on this subject. As time passed, such interest naturally died down amongst her friends, but Melody remained continuously bothered.

Melody had suspected that Richard had occasionally cheated on her, but she had come to live with that. Melody was a virgin when she first met Richard and consequently, he was the only man she had ever had sex with. She knew of course he was not a virgin when she met him, so she attributed his occasional cheating as simply his way of letting off steam. As she saw it, when he was single he was used to having various sex partners, and thus it had become a habit on his part that marriage did not restrain him.

She had believed their sex life was adequate, as they did have sex frequently enough. However she had to admit in the back of her mind that they could have used some more excitement in their couplings. The lack of such excitement probably was what prompted him to stray occasionally. That thought did nothing for her self esteem of course, but since she loyally loved Richard, she believed it was just one of those things she had to put up with. 

With such compliancy on her part, perhaps thought Melody she should not have not been as shocked as she was to learn that Richard had an ongoing affair. But she was shocked. Until this discovery, she was under the impression that whatever extracurricular sex he might have indulged in had to have been meaningless to him, and very infrequent. As far as Melody could tell he never acted like a man with a regular mistress on the side. 

However she did note that about four years prior to his death, the frequency of sex between them declined drastically. Like from an average of about once or twice per week to virtually none; that drastically. At the time Melody simply chalked it up as a normal loss of libido on his part; after all Richard was 54 years of age then. However with the acknowledgment of an affair boldly stated in his will, Melody had come to a different conclusion.

It now seemed obvious to Melody in retrospect that the diminishing of their sex life had to coincide with Richard's acquisition of this mistress. Continuing with such reasoning was the recognition that their son, Walter got married around about that same time, and the wedding was rather a lavish affair with some 200 guests. Melody now wandered if Richard had met his mistress on that occasion.

She recalled that Richard was called away for a medical emergency that night. He was absent for about two hours before he was able to join in with the post reception festivities at his brother's home. Melody sort of remembered that Richard's explanation for the emergency was regrettable but plausible, and so she was not suspicious at the time. However now on further reflection she had to think surely for their son's wedding Richard would have arranged an iron clad agreement that he would be covered by another doctor without exception.

So now the conclusion had to be that he had sex with that mistress on that night Walter got married. And Melody was sickened on further speculating the possibility that this might have been the beginning of the affair. Of course Melody had not paid any attention at the time, and in any case could no longer remember who Richard might have danced with that night. But it seems like a safe bet that he did dance with the mystery mistress.

In reviewing the guest list in her mind, Melody believed she could rule out their friends. Surely she would have recognized a partiality amongst their female acquaintances. She also discounted Walter's young female friends at the reception since she could not believe Richard would form a liaison with someone that young. No the mystery mistress must have been one of the female guests invited by the Porters. And of course if that were the case, Melody would have no idea how to make a reasonable calculation on whom that might have been.

To further plague Melody's mind, she realized she could not with utmost certainty rule out the possibility that the mystery mistress might have been a man. True throughout the years she was married to Richard, she could not detect any homosexual tendency on his part. But then she did not detect he had had an affair either. There does seem to be a lot of incidences nowadays of long standing marriages dissolving because one of the spouses in later life discover he/she is gay and that the marriage had become a sham. Yes the will was drafted leaving the impression of a female mistress, but Melody knew that this meant nothing. If the mistress was really a man Richard would most likely still have worded the will in exactly the same manner.

Such continuous disturbing thoughts were not helped with the fact that Melody was having no sex. And she knew she missed having sex. She knew she wanted sex. The trouble was that after thirty years of marriage she did not know how to date.

It was not that she did not know how to get a date. There are internet dating services galore. There are personal columns in newspapers and magazines one could resort to. Some of her female friends could be counted on to set up a blind date. There are all kinds of social organizations that could be a source for meeting members of the opposite sex. And if all else fails there are singles bars that she could have resorted to.

Her problem was that in her mind she believed she did not know how to act on a date. She had had an average social life when she was single and had dates with about ten different men before she met Richard and then settled on him. But all these dates occurred when she was younger than nineteen. Given that past history she was unsure of herself. She believed she did not have the requisite sophistication needed to ensure a successful date at her age. Thus being gun shy, she just stayed at home and bemoaned the fact that she lacked a sex life.

This was the mental baggage that Melody carried with her as she went to visit her daughter Connie. At this point in her life Melody's main joy was to visit her children twice a year. From her home in Grosse Pointe, MI she would travel to Memphis, TN to visit her daughter. After a two week stay there, she would head north to Chicago for a two week stay with her son, Walter, and his wife Linda and their six children. Then she would return home content with the knowledge of her childrens' successes.

Her daughter, Connie Snyder, was both a source of pride and dismay for Melody. One the plus side Connie was well off having inherited a substantial sum of money from the death of her fiancée. She had graduated from Duke Law School and with her sister Brenda Porter, the sister of Walter's wife, had opened a family law practice in Memphis, TN. Their law firm was so successful that they had to hire four associate lawyers to staff and meet the demands of their ever-growing practice. Connie's professional career seemed well in hand.

On the minus side, at least from Melody's point of view, Connie and Brenda were lesbian lovers. They had lived together for the past ten years ever since the two of them were dormitory roommates in their freshman year at Michigan State University. At first Melody didn't have any inkling that they were lovers especially since each of them became engaged to the star players of the Spartans football team. Unfortunately by the cruelest of coincidences both of these men died on the same day in May at the end of the girls' freshman college year.

The love between Connie and her fiancée was of the strongest kind. Bruce Fielding, Connie's fiancée, by fortuitous foresight had made a will leaving everything to Connie just as if they had been married. Bruce had acquired a substantial life insurance policy as well as having received a lucrative sum of money as a signing bonus for being a high NFL draft pick that year. 

Since Bruce's death, Connie had told Melody, that she just could not find another man that would come close to equaling the virtues of Bruce. Since she was living with Brenda and having sex with her, she was content with her sex life. Maybe a man might come on to the scene that would float her boat, but she was not holding her breath waiting for such an event. 

Melody did not abhor lesbianism per se, she just wished her daughter wasn't one. In particular she wished she could have some grandchildren from her daughter. In answer to this complaint, Connie assured her mother that she intended to become pregnant within the next couple of years. She promised that Walter's children would not be Melody's only grandchildren.

So with that, Melody had to be content to believe that her daughter was satisfied with her life. It was her life and her only concern as a parent, was her desire that her daughter be indeed happy. And there was no denying that her daughter seemed very content with her life with the only cloud being the death of her fiancée. However that tragedy occurred some nine years previous, and Connie had smoothly got on with her life since.

In contrast to her daughter's serendipitous life, Melody only had misery to report when Connie asked her how she was doing during the latest visit. On this visit was Brenda was away. As there were only the two of them, Melody was inspired to be absolutely candid and frank with her daughter. She bared her soul and revealed her innermost thoughts and feelings.

Connie was aware that her mother had been unhappy since the death of her father, but she was surprised at the depth of her despair. Obviously the death of her father with the resultant discovery of his affair had hit her mother hard. However she felt her mother was feeling too sorry for herself and was wasting away some good living left. After all she was only 54 years old, and it was stupid of her to act as if her life was over.

Thus Connie confronted her:

"So tell me Mom, why really haven't you dated? Don't hand me that bull shit about you not knowing what to do on a date. You just act yourself, let nature take its course and you will be fine. You are still very attractive for your age and best of all you are financially independent. Hell you should be inundated with suitors eager to marry you."

Melody replied:

"That's the problem Connie. I don't want to get married. I am content with living alone. Besides considering the revelation of your father's infidelity I know I would be innately suspicious and jealous with a new husband and such an attitude on my part would not translate into a happy marriage."

Connie retorted:

"For God's sakes Mom, we're talking about dating not marriage. You said you miss sex. You do want to fuck don't you? Now you certainly don't have to get married to get sex. Those days where one must marry before one has sex are in the Victorian past; long past; long gone; no longer the norm." 

Melody reacted:

"I want the good wonderful kind of sex; not the 'Wham! Bam! Thank you ma'am! kind of sex. It is my opinion to get such good sex my male partner would have to care for me to induce him to provide that good sex. And if he cares for me then he will want to progress to have a commitment from me. The better the sex then the stronger will be his inclination to want to marry me. The next thing I know if I want that good sex to continue I would probably have to agree to marry him. And that's my quandary."

Connie deliberated for a moment as she considered what her mother had said. No doubt there was a fallacy to her mother's outlook but Connie sensed that she was not going to convince her otherwise. Connie then thought of a solution which meant revealing her sexuality she had before kept secret from her mother. But since she did love her mother and did not wish her to be so unhappy and miserable, Connie felt she had no option but to go ahead.

Thus after a small pause Connie said:

"So the bottom line Mom, is that you desire great wonderful sensational sex but with no strings attached. In fact you wish such strings to be absolutely severed. Well I believe I can suggest a solution."

Melody was intrigued by this unexpected answer and so replied;

"A solution really? Oh this I got to hear."

Connie continued:

"You ought to know Mom that although the most regular sex I indulge in nowadays is lesbian sex with Brenda, this does not mean that I still don't get a cock to play with every now and then."

Melody and Connie had a typical mother-adult daughter relationship wherein frank talk about sex was rare between them. However since she had initiated the discussion by bemoaning her lack of sex, Melody avowed to herself to hear her daughter out, and not shy away from the topic as she would normally be prone to do.

So she merely interjected: 

"Oh Connie, so that's what you mean when you suggested you intend to become pregnant within the next couple of years?" 

Connie replied:

"Exactly Mom! I wasn't just blowing smoke out of my ass when I said I expect to get pregnant relatively soon. I did not mean that I was dreaming about finding a guy to marry and settle down and pop out some kiddies like my sister Linda. I also did not mean I would make a visit to a sperm bank to be artificially inseminated. I prefer to get pregnant the old fashioned way."

Melody skeptically interjected:

"But you still say you will get pregnant. Do you then have an occasional lover who does not want to marry you because perhaps he already is?"

Connie answered: 

"No I don't; I do not have a steady male lover. The reason I can confidently say I intend and expect to get pregnant is that I belong to a swingers sex club which has a ranch near Dallas. The club has an orgy every weekend at its premises with about 50 members equally divided by sex participating."

Melody was shocked by such brazen news and she could not help but blurt out:

"A sex club Connie? Orgies every weekend? What have you got yourself into?"

Connie smiled as she answered:

"I don't go to an orgy every weekend. The club has so many members that I only have the opportunity of participating in an orgy every three months or so. But when I do get there, then there are cocks aplenty to suit my tastes. I always have a wonderful time since the sex obviously is of the no strings attached variety. I do like the everyday sex I have with Brenda, as she is a fun girl. However to get my fill of cock in my pussy, in my mouth or up my ass I simply go to a Texas Love Ranch orgy."

Melody was now totally blown away by Connie's revelation so she could only say:

"My goodness! Oh my..."

Connie continued:

"That incidentally is how I intend to get pregnant. Soon I'll start going there without utilizing birth control. By the law of averages I ought to become pregos after one of these orgies."

Melody was flabbergasted and uttered:

"But Connie by this means you won't know who the father of your baby will be."

"Quite true but one can't have everything. I have the ability financially and otherwise to raise my child on my own. Children being raised by lesbian couples are no longer too objectionable to society nowadays. So I have no worries about any negative impact to my business if it became known I am a lesbian single mom."

Melody gasped:

"So Brenda is going to be the father so to speak of your child?"

Connie giggled a reply:

"No indeed. Like the instructional school text book "Heather", my child is going to have two mommies. Besides Brenda wants a child of her own and she is also a member of the TLR. Actually it was originally her idea for us to get pregnant this way."

Melody could only reply:

"My God! I'm obviously getting too old to con6template these modern ways of producing children."

Connie now continued:

"Enough about Brenda and me. The point is Mom that this is your ideal solution for all that ails you. The Texas Love Ranch offers exactly what you desire: no strings attached sex, plenty of it and plenty of variety to boot. Although half the members are about your age, the other half are about my age. So you will benefit from having some young stud cock poking in your vagina. Not to mention your mouth and ass."

Melody was overwhelmed but intrigued by the information. Without too much inward deliberations she was inclined to experience what Connie was suggesting.

So she replied:

"Oh my! Me in an orgy? I could never have imagined it. Actually I don't think even in my wildest fantasies I have imagined such exciting sexual possibilities."

Sensing her mother's interest, Connie added:

"Not only do you experience a variety of men at these orgies, but you don't even have to restrict yourself to one man at a time either. Why you can take a man in your pussy while at the same time have a cock up your ass. And if you are very adventurous you still have room to fit a cock into your mouth."

Connie sure hit the right buttons of her mother with that remark. Melody exclaimed:

"OK I'm sold. I sure as hell want some of that. Just sign me up I want to go for sure." 

With Connie's help, Melody applied to become a member of the Texas Love Ranch. As per matter of course she was immediately accepted as a stand by member pending an opening for full membership. As a stand by member she would be given an opportunity to attend an orgy pursuant to her priority by replacing a female full member who had cancelled her participation to her scheduled orgy.

By this process, Melody was able to attend her first orgy some seven months after submitting her application. Having been completely appraised by everything pertaining to the orgy, Melody was totally geeked. She just knew she was going to thoroughly enjoy it. She had come to believe it was, as Connie had suggested, the perfect solution for her needs at this time and circumstances in her life. 

Making it even a more exciting anticipation for Melody was the fact that she would have sex for the first time with men other than her late husband, and she couldn't wait for that breakthrough event. The slow agonizing time waiting for her invitation was hard to bear. Once it did occur, all her annoyances of waiting dissipated as she anticipated the fulfillment of all of her ever imagined sexual fantasies.

She was in high spirits and continuously smiling and giddy throughout the airplane trip to Dallas and the limousine ride to the ranch. As Melody arrived, she registered, proceeded to the basement locker area and disrobed. Once completely naked, she gazed at herself in the full length mirror attached to the inside locker door. Melody was slightly above average (5'6") height and of proportionate weight. She was not skinny but not fat either. She had been meticulous in her grooming and had kept herself in great shape. As a result she looked a lot younger than her actual age. Anyone meeting her for the first time would invariably estimate her age to be early forties if not late thirties.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 21



She was not plagued by unsightly crows-feet. The wrinkles and celluloid she did possess were so natural looking on her, that paradoxically they rendered her naked body even sexier. Her breasts were a "B" size cup that in conjunction with her body frame were truly alluring. Her nipples were a little bit large for perfect symmetry, but she was sure most men would not object. 

The day before she left for the orgy, she shaved her body hair and then went to a spa to undergo a thorough Brazilian wax, so she was completely smooth in her nether regions. As a result her camel toe appearance stuck out prominently and was simply lovely and irresistible.

Melody was blessed in not having any gray hairs, but her hair lacked youthful excitement. So she had streaked her dull auburn hair with coppery red dye which just gave the right two toned accent to produce a sophisticated sexual mystery look to her. She had also applied some appropriate eye mascara which made her violet eyes enchanting. At the spa in addition to the wax, she had a pedicure and manicure, so that her toenails and fingernails were likewise sexually appealing.

All in all Melody was pleased with her appearance. She certainly wasn't the most glamorous of womanhood, but by the same token she was sufficiently sexually appealing that she knew she would be desired. With a final look at the mirror, Melody broke out into a huge smile provoked by the certainty that at long last she was going to be fucked; and she was going to be thoroughly fucked. With such happy thoughts she climbed up the stairs to enter the main ballroom of the building.

Having minutely reviewed with Connie all the particulars of the Texas Love Ranch and the activity at the orgies, she was not at all surprised at the bacchanal sight that greeted her. Several people were engaged in various sexual activities throughout this large room.

There was a woman on her knees on a couch facing the back while her male partner was standing on the floor and fucking her from behind. There was a woman flat on her back on a table covered by a comfortable mattress. There was a man straddling her face as she was blowing him. There was another man at her crotch eating her out. At another table there were two women entertaining in similar fashion a man flat on his back.

There were naked members not fucking, but simply talking with each other. Some were seated at various tables throughout the room. Some were simply eating; some in company and some alone.

Across the long wall to Melody's right was a row of tables stuck together to provide a buffet of food and drink. Behind these tables were various staff personnel, fully dressed to facilitate the needs of the members. Curiously enough the juxtaposition of fully clothed staff to naked orgy member participants did not seem incongruous; instead everyone acted nonchalantly.

Melody sauntered over to the buffet tables. She realized she was hungry and since there was no need to rush things, she helped herself to a club sandwich and a beer. She settled at a free table and proceeded to eat as she watched a nearby couple having sex in her plain view. As she was finishing her sandwich and beer she was getting aroused from seeing the couple finishing their coitus.

Before she could do anything else, a youngish sort of man approached her. He was not the handsomest of men but he was not repulsive either. He had an adequate male package that Melody sensed would please her immensely. She knew before he said anything that her sexual adventure was about to begin starting with him. It was a good thing that Melody was attuned to the man's purpose as he was not inclined to converse generally.

As he stopped in front of Melody, he simply enquired:

"Shall we?"

Deciding to emulate the man's verbosity, Melody simply nodded and dubbed him in her mind "the silent man." Thereafter they exchanged no further words. Having gained her acquiescence, the silent man stuck out his hand and she grasped it to be guided by him to his chosen spot for copulation.

They left this building to enter the other building and its equivalent large ballroom. This room did not have the buffet tables but instead was dominated by a forty by forty foot square mattress laid out on a wheeled platform. Melody learned later that mattress could be rolled up and the platform could be collapsed for storage.

With the height of the platform and the thickness of the mattress, the surface was about two and a half feet from the floor. The mattress was completely covered by a custom fitted bed sheet.

By hand signal, the silent man instructed Melody to get up on the mattress and stand facing inward. The silent man sat down on the edge of the mattress and grabbed her buttocks to spread her ass cheeks. He started licking her crack, including her rosebud opening as well as her perineum. In accordance with her preliminary anticipation Melody was not surprised by the silent man's action but was resolved to enjoy everything done to her.

The feel of his tongue was absolutely exquisite. She shivered in delight. She wiggled her ass mostly involuntarily. To assist him she slightly bent towards him giving easier access to her ass. She moved her body up and down to facilitate his licking. Sometimes she had her hands on her hips and was just sliding them on her thighs. Sometimes she placed her hand on the back of his head to caress his hair lovingly. This was her way of signaling her absolute joy and her appreciation of his oral love making. She turned her head to make eye contact and beam a huge smile in appreciation to his lovemaking.

His licking of her ass was very skilful. He curled his tongue to tickle her skin. She did not giggle in reaction instead she gasped in delight. His tonguing of her ass was so vigorous that he was making very audible smacking noises. Her ass hole gaped and he took advantage penetrating her rectum with his curled up tongue. As soon as she felt his tongue there she reacted with a sudden and agonizing gasp and squeak.

His licking was slow and deliberate, but it was thorough. Melody could feel a torrent of hot pleasure sensations originating from the contact of his tongue and flowing throughout her body. She had never experienced such heady hot vibes that were simply produced just from this restricted form of oral sex. She started to shake and convulse as she climaxed.

Melody could feel the presence of a copious amount of her female juices in her vagina. She was elated that at her age, she still could become this wet! She was so wet, that a trickle was oozing out and travelling southward down her thighs. The silent man noticed it and was quick to slurp up the moisture. The silent man was now aware that she had orgasmed, so he tapped her thighs to signal for her to spread her legs more but remain standing.

As she complied he slid underneath between her legs. Then she obeyed his telepathic command and squatted over his face. She bent forward resting one hand on his thigh to steady her balance. It was an awkward position for her to maintain, but knowing he was right underneath her was a super erotic turn on for her.

For his part the silent man thrilled to the close up view of her derriere. Although there was visible celluloid on the surface skin of her buttocks, from his perspective such did not detract from his enjoyment on seeking her naked female bottom. 

In manipulating her ass cheeks he was treated to a very alluring view of her genitalia and her cute little rosebud opening. This view could not be more appealing to him.

He grabbed a hold of her buttocks and guided her to bob her trunk up and down rocking on her heels. By spreading and flexing her ass cheeks, he prompted an even more enticing visible treat. Looking on and seeing her ass hole twitching while moisture was forming at ends of her labia lips, was a super erotic turn on for him.

Each time her ass was lowered sufficiently for him, he vigorously licked her labia lips. After some lickings, he sucked in her genitalia, and puckered up to plant a smacking kiss. A slurping sound, as he was sucking up her available female juices, followed the kiss smacking sound. Her ass hole started gaping further in reaction. 

This sequence of oral sexual activity was driving Melody bonkers. The sensations felt from his tongue produced a fire of passion in her soul. She was relatively quiet as this was her normal reaction during sex, and she remained mostly quiet throughout the silent man's licking of her nether regions. However, every now and then a burst of hot sexual pleasure would strike her brain causing her to gasp; to be followed by a squeak. The noise she made was an agonizingly eerie sound which nevertheless was signaling that a passionate sensation had just overwhelmed her.

As she remained on her feet but bent at her knees during this erotic sequence of oral sex, there was a strain developing in her rectum in reaction to the continuous awkward stance she maintained. Finally despite her automatically applied restraint, she lost control and let out a brief sounding fart while he was licking her labia lips. 

Although Melody was well aware of what she had done, she was so deep in the throes of her passion, that she could not feel any embarrassment. She did not even blush, but actually experienced a mini climax; no doubt spurred on by relief afforded by the expulsion of her fart.

To Melody's immense relief, the silent man reveled in the unexpected noise of her fart. In fact he immediately started licking her anus. He slurped and smacked her ass hole vigorously seemingly with the intention to entice her to repeat her noise making. He spread her ass cheeks wider to make her rosebud gape even more. He definitely seemed to beg for more noises from her ass.

Although not perturbed by what normally would be embarrassing, still Melody did not wish to repeat producing another fart. For that purpose, as soon as she recovered from the effects of her climax which had momentarily frozen her to the spot, she got off her feet to rest on her knees. She still maintained her cunt and ass in the vicinity of his face, but the new position allowed her to relax more comfortably. She was now confident to be able to avoid emitting another fart. Thus she was able to enjoy the continuation of the oral sex without trepidation. 

As Melody was now on her knees in ostensibly a 69 position, the silent man was now licking her cunt more regularly and steadily. He continued kissing all of her vulva and alternated with nips and gentle bites. As she had already climaxed he joyously benefitted from her female essence. Her sexual smell was now very pronounced. While he inhaled her female scent he became very light headed as he continued to administer his tongue on her labia lips and her clit, with an occasional swipe at her ass hole.

Meanwhile as Melody was continuously having her genitalia attended to, she raised her self up to lovingly stare at the silent man's, to her mind, magnificent manhood. As she kept gazing at his cock she climaxed again providing some more juice for the silent man to lap up.

Pursuant to her nature, Melody was most of the time very quiet when in midst of their sexual activity. Thus when she audibly gasped in an agonizing manner, the silent man was clued in to the fact that she had orgasmed. However as she gave no indication that she was done and was receptive to more, he did not miss a beat as he continued licking and sucking on her.

Melody deliberately gazed at the silent man's cock for some time to savor her pleasure of having an honest to goodness penis to play with for the first time in years. Then she leaned forward to lick the length of his erect shaft. The sensation of her tongue on the bare skin of his rod was heavenly. She refrained from using her hands to fully enjoy the pleasures of her oral activity. So erotic was the feel of his flesh that she was compelled to let out an orgasmic gasp after a few licks.

As he was uncircumcised she undertook a sexual project of her own inspiration. With her tongue, and still refraining from using her hands, she concentrated on tickling his foreskin to induce his cockhead to burst out into the open from its confines of the normally covering foreskin. As soon as part of his cockhead was exposed, she immediately started to lick that flesh. Then she directed her tongue to the edge of his foreskin and began pushing against it; encouraging it to recede further. 

Her actions induced the appearance of some pre-cum on his cockhead. Automatically, almost robotically, she slurped up that moisture instantly. This led her to experience yet another mini climax with an accompanying orgasmic gasp. The silent man, ever the trooper, continued his cunnilingus rejoicing in the belief that he was responsible for yet another orgasm from her. 

He had tasted her female essence and was inspired to extract more. As his tongue was now super moist and not just from his own saliva, his oral sex became noisier. The sounds he was making charged the air with more electricity. His foreskin on his cock now was pulled completely back; partly as a result of the steady engorging of his cock, and partly as a result of Melody's tongue pushing.

The accomplishment of the complete recession of his foreskin prompted yet another climax in Melody almost immediately on top of the previous orgasm. She was now panting as her mind ascended to a higher plane of sexual euphoria. She now had to touch his penis. She grasped it and started gently stroking it. She then caressed it, sliding it and rubbing it on her face. She trilled as she was in a heavenly bliss.

She tentatively licked the cockhead. It was oh so sweet to her taste buds. She started drooling. Finally she inserted his cock into her mouth, and she deep throated him. The feel of his cock in her mouth was super erotic to her. It was the natural culmination of her anticipated thrills from the moment he first started licking her when she was standing up. 

She climaxed again, but this time it was very intense. With his cock completely in her mouth, she still managed an audible shriek of pure ecstasy. There was no mistaking the sound of her shriek as it was nothing less than the result of the acutest intensive orgasm. 

Melody held the silent man's penis completely in her mouth for quite some time. She was momentarily frozen to the base of his appendage, unmindful of some of his pubic hair tickling her nostrils. She had no choice. She had to remain stuck to him like that as it was her only relief mechanism she had to cope with the wave after wave of ecstatic sexual pleasure rocking and rolling, coursing throughout every part of her body. 

Her mind especially was completely inundated with visions of shooting stars and fireworks. For awhile, that was all she saw or recognized in her vision. She wasn't helped in her recovery from her sexual high by the fact that he was still relentlessly eating her out.

Finally Melody calmed down sufficiently enough to be able to physically exert herself. So she started to bob up and down along his shaft. Within two seconds of starting this activity, she became cognizant that she was soon going to experience a new wave of erotic pleasure. She recognized that he had to be on the verge of his ejaculation. 

She was dimly surprised that he had not apparently yet climaxed. But she knew the smell and the taste of his cum would provoke yet another orgasm for her. So with such thoughts now overwhelming her brain, she climaxed again while in the midst of administering her long belated blow job.

As she gasped, he did ejaculate. As soon as she felt the initial blast of his sperm hitting the back of her throat, she climaxed anew obliterating the effects of the orgasm she was at the moment experiencing. In self defense she swallowed part of his semen as she captured the ejaculate in her mouth. She deliberately retained most of his cum though, because in the back of her mind she had formed a desire to complete the oral sex to a kinky finish.

Her late husband, Richard had experimented practicing some interesting fetishes on her throughout their sexual activity. She recalled that she had enjoyed most of them. She realized that those acts made their sex life a lot more interesting. She was a little apprehensive of the silent man's possible reticence but she felt confident that he would not object. After all he was a member of this sex club, and by such definition it should stand to reason he would tend to be adventurous.

Melody scrambled off him, ending upright on her knees, beside him as she was sitting on her calves. As soon as she made eye contact with him she opened her mouth wide to display her oral cavity full of his cum. He interpreted her purpose and desire accurately. Accordingly he got out of his spread eagled position to sit up at the edge of the mattress.

Melody then climbed onto him to sit on his lap facing him. There was a mutual desire to have as much body contact as possible, so she folded her legs over him so that the insteps of her feet was resting on his thighs. This allowed him to rub the soles of her feet to affect an unusual endearing intimacy.

As Melody held on to him closely, and lovingly; he tilted his head backwards. In compliance with their unstated agreement, he opened his mouth wide. She bent her head to hover over him. She opened her mouth to cause a waterfall of his semen to flow into his waiting mouth. 

As the last strip of semen remained suspended between their lips, she closed in and started a cum swapping kiss. There was not a hint of abhorrence on the part of either in their kissing. They unflinchingly and enjoyably traded semen and equally ingested the sperm. When they sensed the end of the presence of cum they continued their kissing as they lovingly maintained their embrace. 

Soon his cock came back to life in response to their ongoing passion. With his steel hard cock involuntarily roaming along her stomach, she broke off the kiss. She sported a deliciously wicked smile as she happily anticipated an ensuing vaginal intercourse.

Melody flipped her feet off the silent man's thighs to enable her to ride him more effectively on her knees and calves. She grabbed a hold of that engorged rod and impaled herself. She let out a satisfying hiss in reaction to feeling a cock in her pussy finally once again. Hallelujah she inwardly exclaimed to herself in response to having a real live cock snuggling inside her vagina. The sensation and feeling was absolutely exquisite, and so she climaxed immediately; yet another orgasm.

Luckily for Melody, her brain and mind could handle the effects of this particular orgasm. She was not completely overwhelmed by the onrushing euphoria, but instead was capable of continuing to fuck. She did, though, pant rather vociferously which tended to excite the silent man into attaining his ultimate passion level. The sexual ride was absolutely erotic. They maintained a slow languorous pace in their fucking and so they were able to savor fully the now intense pleasure sensations gripping all of their emotions.

The circumstance of their coital positions allowed the nipples of her breasts to be on par with his lips. Without hesitation, he thus was continuously alternating in sucking, kissing, licking, slobbering, slurping, sucking, nipping, biting and thoroughly orally manipulating them.

As a result her nipples swelled, hardened and throbbed. Her nipples engorged to the point that Melody became aware of an acute pain emanating from them. However the pain did not detract or disturb her pleasures whatsoever. Instead her brain registered the sensation as a new erotic pleasure which was to be embraced, not shunned. For her part Melody effected a sensuous movement of her hips that enhanced the feeling of the friction of his cock against the walls of her vaginal canal. In addition she flung her head back to fully enjoy what was happening to her. She also caressed his head to encourage his actions on her sensitive nipples. She became extremely wet so much so that the sound of the sloshing movement of his penis in her vagina was not only audible to themselves but to any passers-by within five feet of their vicinity; and there were some who could not help but applaud their obviously very exciting copulation.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 21



Their fucking continued and continued. The silent man assisted in guiding Melody's movements by grasping her buttocks. Such grasp had the added benefit of reinforcing their intimacy. They were in no hurry so their euphoria increased in deliberate tempo to reach the point of no return.

When such point was reached their passion was totally unleashed. Each of them experienced an orgasm of the acutest kind. In addition to ejaculating a most copious amount of sperm the silent man felt his spine tingling from a raw scraping sensation. He imagined this sensation had a similar feel as if a dull knife had been scraping along his bones.

For Melody this orgasm was the mother of all orgasms. Although not usually very vocal, this time her shriek was very loud. At the end of the shriek, she paused for a large intake of breath before she then screamed. She broke out in a heavy sweat and as soon as she ceased screaming she was hyperventilating. She was so agitated she could no longer sit still on his lap, so she crawled off him. She crept along the mattress so as to have room for her body to convulse without thrashing against him. She duly shuddered, shivered and shook. Calming down from this orgasm proved to be a major undertaking for her.

The silent man looked at her with a jaundiced eye, surprised at the volatility of her reaction. However since he was responsible for her pleasures, he smiled at her when he made eye contact while she was still in the throes of her convulsions. He waived at her as he got up and withdrew, leaving Melody supine on the huge mattress, as she was awaiting return of her equilibrium.

Melody was not alone long while experiencing her afterglow. She was soon approached by a swarthy and hirsute man. The combination of his dark complexion and body hair conjured up the stereotypical image of a caveman. 

She also noted that the caveman had brought a tube of KY Jelly which he placed on the mattress beside him. Melody made the logical deduction that the caveman's intent was to sodomize her. For reasons she could not identify, the thought of being fucked in the ass by the caveman had a terrific appeal for Melody. Thus as he greeted her and mumbled his name, which she did not catch, she smiled broadly to indicate she was cool with whatever he wanted to do to her.

She complied with the caveman's manual unspoken command to get onto her feet and bend her body at ninety degrees. To maintain her balance she steadied herself with one hand resting on the mattress. The caveman draped himself on her back and bent down hovering over her derriere. He parted her ass cheeks and started licking her ass. In his position he was licking her ass from upside down. She marveled at how much attention that part of her anatomy was receiving in her sexual adventures. She could not recall ever enjoying so much sustained oral pleasure being applied to her ass. And she reveled in it.

The feel of his hairy chest on her back enhanced the pleasure she was feeling from his tongue on her anus. Having just barely recovered from the effects of her orgasms experienced from the silent man, it did not take much to send her into a new sexual nirvana. Her normal habit of remaining quiet during sex was being severely challenged. 

Melody's paramount concern throughout her sexual life with her late husband, Richard, was to maintain her dignity. Since he was a doctor, she felt it was imperative for her to be ladylike. To her mind, to be ladylike during sex, meant she needed to be quiet. The sex with the silent man shattered such resolve especially when she completely and totally succumbed to that last orgasm. 

However old habits are hard to break. So when the caveman started licking her rosebud opening she tried to revert to her quiet mode. But as the dam of sexual euphoria had been burst, she was lost to the new compulsion. She tried valiantly to stay quiet, but she was tested sorely. As a compromise to her conflicting emotions she willed herself to pant rather than grunt. But the caveman's tongue on her ass was relentless and she succumbed to grunting. 

Once she could no longer hold off from grunting, there was no restraint to her. Her grunts were loud; very loud and sexual sounding. Not feminine in sound but not masculine either. Her grunts just simply emphasized that she was in the throes of acute passion. Her grunts delighted the caveman and encouraged him to intensify the oral sex.

Still striving to resort to quietness as the caveman continued his licking, Melody lifted her head to gaze away to see if she could distract her mind. This proved to be a fruitless exercise as she spotted three other groups of members having sex on the same huge mattress that she and caveman were occupying. Seeing the other sexual activities enhanced the sexual pleasure she was enjoying with the caveman. Seeing other people fucking was definitely a turn on when she herself was being fucked.

Another gentleman got on top of the mattress and approached Melody and the caveman. He was nondescript, slightly overweight, balding hairline and Melody estimated he was in his fifties; her contemporary. He was holding on to his serviceable erect cock. With it in hand, he was almost making contact with Melody's lips. As with her other male admirers this man also was sparse with his words.

All he said:

"Want to taste it?"

In reply Melody opened her mouth wide. To further encourage him, as if such encouragement was needed, she also stuck her tongue out, and was flicking it to simulate a licking action. 

Melody's intent was not so much to encourage, but to leave no doubt that she did indeed want to blow him. She wanted to impart the impression that sucking on his cock was her greatest desire. With such obvious signal of compliance, He gently inserted his cock into her mouth. She commenced sucking on it as if it was a lollipop. Ergo, she dubbed him the lollipop man in her mind for reference.

One good thing about having her mouth stuffed with the lollipop man's cock was that the sound of her grunts was now muffled. As a result her gentleman friends were unaware that she was climaxing. As by now having experienced numerous orgasms, Melody was able to have some control over this one so that she merrily kept on sucking the lollipop man's rod.

Fatigue was setting from maintaining her 90 degree standing position, so Melody bent one of her legs and dropped to the knee of the other leg. The movement in changing her position caused her to release lollipop's cock from her mouth. In her new position his sac was dangling in her face. So she grabbed his cock holding it upwards as she started licking his sac. She took his sac into her mouth to swirl his balls. The lollipop man hummed; it was his means of expressing his joy.

The lollipop man sensing that Melody was game for anything, but mindful of club rules of consensual sex, asked:

"Say babe, can you do my ass?"

Melody, who was game for anything, but as her passion was so overpowering could no longer reply in her normal voice. Instead she gasped out her rely:

"Sure thing my lollipop man. Just turn around for me"

The lollipop man was non-plussed by her appellation for him so he enquired:

"Your lollipop man?"

Melody gasped out her explanation:

"Yes! Sucking your cock is like sucking a lollipop."

The lollipop man was somewhat pleased and replied:

"Well my ass most likely would not be so sweet, but it might be savory"

By this time, Melody had lost any sense of reality and could no longer comprehend any logic to their conversation, but she did instinctively gasp:

"No doubt. Just spread 'em."

The lollipop man thereupon turned around, and bent forward to project his ass towards Melody's face. As per her request, he grabbed his ass cheeks and parted them. For easier balance, Melody with one hand held him at his knee and she placed the other hand on his hip to steady herself. She lunged forward to lick the wide open crack of his ass. She lapped up his anus. The feeling was very erotic for her; she felt like she was the sexiest woman on the planet.

Melody could tell that the lollipop man was ecstatic. His body was noticeably trembling with pleasure from the feeling of her tongue applied on such a sensitive intimate spot. This was the very first time she had ever done such a thing, and it occurred to her now that perhaps she ought to have done this to Richard. Had she done this he might not have strayed. 

However enjoying the moment, she quickly dismissed such useless thoughts and concentrated on experiencing the immediate sexual activity. As she became surer of her balance, she removed her hand from lollipop's hip, to stroke his cock as she continued licking his ass more vigorously. As her focus was on her oral action, she was absentmindedly manipulating his rod. Such languorous touching caress by Melody on his penis proved to be an absolute turn on for the lollipop man. As a result he was oozing pre-cum out of the pores of his cockhead.

In her stroking of his penis, Melody would invariably rub her hand over his cockhead. Thus she automatically received the pre cum as it stuck to her palm. She immediately stopped licking his ass to bring her moist palm to her mouth. She licked her palm to savor the taste of the pre cum. It was so delicious, that she had a mini climax. She was delighted in anticipation that she was soon going to taste the real thing; his full ejaculation that no doubt would be soon erupting into her mouth. 

However the lollipop man disengaged and said:

"Just a minute babe, I got to go get something. I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere."

Melody snorted at such a ludicrous apprehension on his part. Still without the use of her normal voice, she gasped out:

"I believe I'll be here for awhile. I think the other gentleman has plans for entertaining me for a little while longer."

As the lollipop man left, Melody dropped to her other knee so that she was no longer in an awkward standing position. At this time the caveman decided he had prepared Melody's anus sufficiently for sodomy. So he stopped licking her ass and grabbed the KY Jelly. He smeared a generous amount on his penis, and forced some globs of jelly into her rectum.

As Melody felt the application of the jelly in her rectum, she squeaked in happy anticipation at was about to happen to her. She had not been sodomized for quite some time. During her thirty years of marriage Richard seldom had taken her ass, even though as far she could recall she never displayed any reluctance for this type of sex. In fact she always enjoyed each such encounter.

She had always wondered why he didn't fuck her that way more often, especially considering all the other kinky sex he tried on her. She came to realize since his death that one of her failings with her sex life with Richard, was that she was reticent in discussing frankly her likes and dislikes in sex with him. He was not a mind reader so there was lots of scope for her to be disappointed. 

Since she was a virgin when she first had sex with him and he was acknowledged to be very experienced in love-making, she had assumed that he was the consummate lover. Consequently, when she was not overly thrilled by his lovemaking, she assumed either she was at fault at not knowing how to please him or he was not as skilful a lover she had imagined him to be. In either case, the situation seemed to be too embarrassing to discuss, and so she remained silent. As a result their sex life never improved, but just remained blah, no matter how frequently they had sex. 

During her widowhood, Melody came to recognize the folly of her reticence in discussing sexual preferences with Richard. Since he apparently had a mistress who he was determined to enrich, he must have had great sex with her. She now believed she could have had that great sex too.

So when she contracted to come to this TLR orgy, she was determined to be much more forthright and aggressive in expressing her desires. So far her new resolve had already paid dividends. Although the silent man, the caveman and the lollipop man were not too talkative, they were attuned to her needs. They all reacted appropriately to her subtle directions of what actions she would prefer.

As a result the ultimate full blown orgasm she experienced with the silent man was way beyond the greatest joy she had ever fantasized as to what was possible in sex.

With this in mind, Melody wanted to ensure that she was truly going to enjoy the ensuing sodomy. So as soon as the caveman had finished lubricating her rectum, she decided it was best to issue specific instructions.

Gasping as she still was deprived the use of her normal voice, she instructed:

"My dear hairy one! Before you shove that magnificent cock of yours up my ass, please be gentle. Just please push in slowly and stop every now and then. You will be able to tell by the way I breathe when to stop and go. When you have all of you in me stop and remain stopped. I will give you the signal to go ahead. Once I do you can be as rough as you like. You can fuck me hard and fast, I want to feel your balls slapping my ass cheeks hard. OK?"

The caveman agreed laconically:

"You got it babe!"

Melody pressed her thighs together. She decided that she wanted a tight squeeze, and she figured this way the feel of his cock in her would be the ultimate in tightness. So the caveman crouched behind her, and started easing his super erect cock into her rosebud opening. Her hole had gaped somewhat as a result of his tongue action, so he was able to get this cockhead in before he stopped. 

Melody let out a 'whoosh' as she felt the initial penetration. Then she had a large intake of breath as she felt the penetrating pain. Once her breathing returned to normal. The caveman pushed in further. She let out a gasp as she was struggling to keep herself under control.

She was tempted to scream out the pain she was feeling but believing such would prove to be unproductive she was able to refrain. The effort to prevent herself screaming forced her to pant rather audibly. The caveman stopped and proceeded in accordance to the change in her breathing patterns. Every time he stopped she turned her back to give him a smile signifying her gratitude for his thoughtfulness. When she was ready to receive more she winked as she nodded her head.

With such established pattern he eventually got his cock all the way in. He stopped and was still as requested. Although Melody truly loved to be sodomized, the caveman's cock was so big that despite the lubrication she was very uncomfortable in trying to accommodate him.

To give herself relief and completely out of character she bellowed:

"Oh my fucking God that so fucking hurts. You're so fucking big."

Lest he become alarmed by her articulated anguish she quickly contradicted herself and cried out:

"Oh but it feels so good. Please just wait a little bit longer. I want it but just not yet."

The caveman was a patient man and besides he was enjoying the feel of his engorged cock held tight in the grip of her rectal walls. To increase his enjoyment he had draped himself over Melody's back and was reaching underneath to play with her boobs. The feel of his thick chest hairs tickling her back had a soothing effect on her. She knew once she was able to tolerate some vigorous fucking, she would enter a sexual nirvana. 

Just at that very moment the lollipop man returned with a pillow. What he had in mind she could not speculate but at least it gave her an excuse to prolong the suspension of her sodomy.

So she asked the caveman:

"Just hold it a little bit longer so my lollipop man can settle in. Then I think we'll all have fun."

The caveman agreed:

"Sure thing babe!"

The lollipop man without comment casually took in the sight of Melody on her hands and knees with the caveman draped over her with his cock up her ass. He placed the pillow beside her head. He proceeded to lay supine perpendicularly underneath her. He positioned himself so that the pillow was under the small of his back, causing his crotch to be elevated while directly underneath her head. Melody understood exactly what the lollipop man desired. 

Relaying on her female ability to multitask, she signaled the caveman to commence the sodomy. His pumping action caused her to lunge forward and she neatly captured lollipop's cock in her mouth. She used one hand to hold on that part to his cock not in her mouth but also to caress his balls when she deep throated him. The other hand she used to reach under, and contact his anus for manual penetration pursuant to lollipop's unstated desire.

Melody initially plunged two fingers stuck together into his asshole, but he indicated he wanted more. So she stuck all her fingers and thumb together, forming a spear and tentatively penetrated his anus to her knuckles.

The lollipop man was no wuss and he demanded she proceed further. Admiring his courage, she plunged further and fisted him. She ended up having her whole hand up to her wrist completely in his rectum. Apparently that was exactly what the lollipop man craved as his cock became straighter and rock solid hard in her mouth.

Melody was apprehensive of hurting him with her entire hand lodged in his rectum so as a result she did not move it. Realizing her reticence the lollipop man took the initiative and pumped his trunk up and down on her hand. He was in his own sexual heaven as he grunted away vociferously.

The circumstances of all this eroticism became so exotic for Melody, that all she could do in essence was to passively ride out the sexual excitement. With her one hand immobile in lollipop's ass, she was enjoying an incredible sensation of warm, moist friction by his movements. The caveman's thrusts in her ass caused her body to rock steadily forwards and backwards. She had become completely accustomed to his cock in her rectum that she automatically grunted to each trust. It was a terrific turn on to feel those slaps of his balls against her buttocks.

With her torso constantly mobile, Melody could not concentrate on performing fellatio on lollipop's cock as she would have normally desired. She merely retained lollipop's rock hard penis continuously in her mouth. She just moved her mouth up and down along his shaft by the force of the caveman's deliberate and steady sodomy. About the only proactive measure she did take, was to gently and lovingly caress lollipop's sac with her free hand. 

With the diversity of the sexual actions, Melody's mind was overwhelmed. She started to perspire something fierce as the passion overheated her brain. Heavy drops of sweat formed on her forehead to rain down on lollipop's body. She was blinded by a blank wall of complete solid whiteness which replaced her normal vision. She just saw shooting stars and bursting fireworks. She was now in the midst of the most intense orgasm of her life to date. Even more intense than the mother of all orgasms she had experienced with the silent man.

This orgasm was so powerful that she was oblivious to lollipop's ejaculation in her mouth. Robotically she swallowed all of his expelled cum, but she retained no memory of having done so. The lollipop man's cock wilted quickly and slipped out of her mouth. The lollipop man in reaction to his own climax, simply rolled away causing Melody's hand to escape from his rectum. The lollipop man got up and quietly left the scene. In addition to being unaware of the lollipop's climax, Melody was also unaware of the caveman's ejaculation in her ass. Her super orgasm completely stunned her. As soon as the lollipop man departed, her head fell down to end with her cheek resting on the mattress. The caveman removed his cock and also left. 

Thus Melody was immobile and remained in an awkward forty-five degree angle position. Her knees and calves were resting on the mattress and she was bent forward with one side of her face on the mattress. Her arms were splayed outwards and also resting on the surface of the mattress. She had not fainted as her eyes were wide opened, but she was in a daze. Her mouth was wide open, and she was drooling: a mixture of her saliva and the remnants of lollipop's sperm that she had not ingested. Parts of the caveman's semen were oozing out of her rectum and slithering down her thighs. She was quite a sight to behold!




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 22



Beverley Browning's self esteem rose sky high after her first visit to a Texas Love Ranch orgy. She had been fucked by Rex Hudson, the famous movie star, the heart throb of every straight female in Amdeica, arguably the supreme super stud on the planet. 

For manly good looks and ultimate masculine sex appeal they don't come any better than Rex Hudson. Not only did Rex Hudson on his own initiative lick her ass and ass hole; not only did he sodomize her; and not only did she ride him on his lap for a sensational sexual intercourse right before the bulging eyes of Ivan Croft, the man who with disdain had deflowered her, but Rex Hudson had fucked her at the orgy thrice more in between her fucking four other gentlemen at the orgy.

In addition to the sex they ended up sleeping together in one of the bedrooms. After Beverley had fucked her fourth different gentleman that evening and was ready to call it a night, Rex approached her to suggest finishing off the evening together in one of the bedrooms. Aside from the sex, they had a wonderful conversation in that room as each of them swapped their life stories.

As a result from Beverley's perspective, she got the impression that Rex seemed to genuinely enjoy fucking her; and even appeared to actually desire her. He certainly was a wonderful conversationalist; very witty, and so she found him very easy to talk to. Without a doubt she had a fabulously good time in his company and as a result enjoyed her visit to the TLR well beyond her prior most optimistic anticipation.

As if this had not been enough pleasure for her, at the end of the orgy he surprised her at the locker room as they were simultaneously preparing to leave. Rather than just exchange perfunctory farewells and good wishes as she would have expected, he took her again! They fucked right there on the wooden bench of the locker room, unmindful of other members also in the process of leaving.

And as if that was not yet enough, since they were sharing the same limo ride on the return to Dallas, they had a second farewell fuck, again unmindful of the other passengers in the limo. As Beverley was riding him on his lap, unlike their sex at the orgy this time they were clothed; she had pushed her panties aside to allow him access to her pussy.

Oh yes, Beverley couldn't believe her good fortune in experiencing such great sex from the modern Adonis while virtually a virgin.

Beverley did have a solid pragmatic mind, though. So she did not allow her exhilarated delight in being fucked so many times by Rex, and treated so nicely by him; to persuade her to adopt unrealistic aspirations. She realized that not only was she not in the same league as Rex Hudson but she was not even of his world. So she discounted the apparent preference he displayed in fucking her so many times and be so much in her company. She just attributed his choice as simply his desire for variety. No doubt he was used to fucking so many glamorous women that fucking her would be viewed as a novelty for him.

This realistic thought did not pain her as she was just being practical in reminiscing her good time at the orgy. She considered her time with Rex Hudson to be a wonderful, magical experience that she would cherish the rest of her life; but that there would obviously be no repetition. So she consciously put him out of her mind so that she would not needlessly pine away for something that could not happen. 

Nevertheless as a result of the orgy not only did Beverley's self esteem rise but she became super self confident of her sexuality. In her mind she reasoned that if the super stud on the planet could desire her, then she must be desirable to the men she would encounter in her everyday and routine life. No doubt there still would be some deterred by her huge body, but the hell with them. As Rex proved there would be plenty of men who would find her sexy and alluring.

So when she returned from the ranch and resumed her studies at the Nursing School of Baylor University, she determined she would have a sex life; no longer would she be content to be a wallflower at a party. She was no longer going to go out socially with the attitude of hoping that some guy might just notice her and talk with her. Instead she believed herself to be a "catch". Thus her only thought was of curiosity to discover who might be the man who would be "lucky" enough to capture her interest and desire. 

To cinch her sexual certainty, she got herself a prescription for Birth Control Pills. She would have gotten herself a diaphragm for the orgy except she knew she was so close to her period that she did not bother; and indeed she started her expected period the Tuesday immediately after the weekend orgy. But with her new determination for multiple sexual adventures and conquests, Birth Control Pills was definitely the proper shield she needed o accommodate her new life style.

The new Beverley and her new vamp style did not take long to strike gold. She was able to complete a satisfactory one night stand on the very first time she went to a singles bar. And by the end of September she had done her mother one better. She had acquired three studs that she was interchangeably fucking regularly. Even into December when she was completing her first semester of Nursing School, she still had retained all three of her studs as fuck buddies. 

Her successful sex life had a salutary effect on her academic studies as well.

As she was getting all the sex she wanted and then some she had no anxieties. She no longer suffered sexual frustrations. She was in a happy mood constantly and as a result she could easily focus on her school work. Combined with her natural aptitude she easily was one of the best students and a great favorite amongst her instructors. Yes life was good for Beverley; a hell a lot better than when the semester had started.

Meanwhile unbeknownst to Beverley, Rex Hudson was smitten with her. He was genuinely attracted to her. He fucked her so many times at the orgy because he preferred to fuck her only at this orgy. And he most certainly preferred her to the run of the mill gorgeous good looking women he was invariable fucking in his normal course of day to day living. Almost all of these women he had fucked were empty headed bimbos. They were just not good company apart from the sex and even that was not as good as the sex he had enjoyed with Beverley. 

Rex thought it ironic that probably every red blooded heterosexual male in America would envy his sex life. No doubt the opportunity to fuck just once any one of the women he had fucked would have been their greatest sexual desire. But they would not be able to countenance his preference for Beverley. Yet despite the undeniable beauty of the woman he had fucked, Beverley was without a doubt in his mind a much more substantial worthwhile woman to be with.

What really sealed the deal to his attraction for Beverley was the fact that notwithstanding her weight, he found her totally alluring. Actually her extra weight made her more desirable in his eyes. He abhorred skinny woman. He never could understand the attraction of professional models. Yes he conceded that they had pretty faces but their paper thin body frames he found repulsive.

Every woman he had dated and or fucked was obsessed with the goal to lose weight. No matter what their weight, every woman he had known wanted to lose some pounds. Even if their weight was within or even less than the suggested guidelines for ideal body weight they would still want to lose some more pounds.

In contrast to such consensus amongst the women he dated he would want none of them to lose weight. If anything he would want most of them to put on some weight and become more voluptuous. Since in his normal course of life he dated, actresses, starlets, models he rarely came across anyone equivalent to Beverley in body frame. Consequently upon spotting her at the orgy, he was instantly infatuated, as he genuinely found her sexy and alluring.

As a result he deliberately fucked her as often as he could at the orgy ever mindful of the risk or danger of annoying her. His trepidation was not due to an unrealistic false modesty of his own sexual appeal. He anticipated and presumed she would want to fuck him. But he also assumed that as a participant at the orgy Beverley's initial main goal in attending the orgy was to fuck as many diverse sexual partners as possible. After all that was the purpose of an orgy.

Still he arranged that by the end of the evening they finished together in a suitable bedroom. There they were able to converse and get to know each other better. Apart from his fame, Rex had a natural ability to put his acquaintances at ease. As a result in their exchanges, Beverley was emboldened to tell him of the circumstances of her birth.

With this information, Rex observed that they had this in common, in that his mother, likewise, was unable to identify his biological father. Actually for practical purposes he really did not know his mother either. He proceeded to reveal his true past. As his publicists for public consumption had sugarcoated the actual circumstances of his life, Beverley was indeed surprised by his revelations.

Rex's mother was a hippie who as a naïve teenage rock groupie attended the famous Woodstock Music festival during August of 1969. Under the heady atmosphere of rock music and drugs, she had sex a few times with a few different males during those three days. Naturally she did not take down names. When she became pregnant she just had no clue who might the father be. She probably could not identify from a lineup any one of the males she had sex with. Rex's mother was eighteen years old when Rex was born and she ran away from her home about two months after he was born. Rex was thus raised by his maternal grandparents as he never saw his mother again.

Rex's birth name was Moshe Lipschuetz and as his grandparents were extremely poor he had a very tough childhood. Because he was constantly hungry he came to envy overweight people as he saw them as having succeeded in life. And that was the seed for his lifelong preference for full figured females.

His teen age years were even tougher than his pre teen years as he was constantly in trouble with the law. From the age of twelve he alternated residences from his grandparents' home, juvenile detention facilities and foster homes and sometimes he was homeless. He was destined to become a career petty criminal.

His life dramatically turned around, one day when he was seventeen. He happened to walk past an armed forces recruiting center in Queens, located near the foster home where he had been residing at the time. As he noticed the building, he was struck by the realization that he was going nowhere in life fast. Thus he formed the idea of joining the military as a chance to make something of himself. 

As it happened the Navy Recruiter was behind in his quota requirements and thus was motivated to get Rex into the Navy as promptly as possible. The recruiter got Rex to take special classes so he could acquire his G.E.D. As soon as Rex turned 18, he was whisked away to the Great Lakes Naval Training Center in North Chicago, the Navy's boot camp.

Rex's subsequent four year stint in the Navy was his salvation. With regular meals, he bulked up to his normal intended body frame size. He matured into an astoundingly handsome man; the future most desired heart throb and fantasy of almost every straight female.

When Rex got out of the Navy he was able to utilize the GI Bill to enroll at an accredited Community College in New York City, taking acting classes. One of his instructors happened to be a daughter of a famous Hollywood movie producer. She took a shine to him; actually she took him to her bed. She was very pleased with his bedmanship, but she also recognized the possibility of him having a successful acting career. 

Thus when he had finished his studies, in gratitude she was able to put him into contact with her father as well as an agent. Her parting advice was that he ought to change his name to a more appealing one, since Moshe Lipschuetz just would not cut it. Accordingly he chose Hudson as a surname since he was born in a hospital near the Hudson River. He chose Rex as a first name since he expected to live like a king for the rest of his life.

In his first movie he had a very small speaking part. He was cast as the rejected and dumped boyfriend of the female lead character, who in accordance with the plot becomes attracted to the male lead character. In preview screenings where audiences were invited to submit comments, most female viewers wrote in the spot opposite his name reactions such as "if she doesn't want him, send him to me. He can put his shoes under my bed anytime". 

As such obvious positive reaction to his screen presence became established in the industry, he was next cast as the male lead in a romantic comedy. That movie had a very clever plot and his role in it was absolutely endearing to all audiences no matter the sex. His career from then on skyrocketed.

Since his formative years were full of so much hardship, he appreciated his good fortune, and never took anything for granted. He was not arrogant or full of himself. He was genuinely modest and humble. With such a refreshing attitude he was one of the most liked members of the Hollywood film community. No one had a negative thing to say about him.

Paradoxically that reputation doomed a successful love/sex life for him. The actresses, starlets, and models he dated and bedded, had their own agenda for their life. Their careers were the be all and end all in their calculations. In their viewpoint, the kind of man they desired should be just as motivated. They had no patience for traditional domestic goals such as children. Oh sure they wouldn't mind becoming pregnant after an actual marriage but being a mother was of no real interest to them. They assumed any child they happen to bear would be amply taken care of by a worthwhile hired nanny.

With such artificial goals, coupled with invariably vacuous minds these women possessed, made such dates totally unappealing to Rex. By the same token his modest humble personality did not endear himself to his dates either; they were more interested in and comfortable with the more flamboyant, typical cocky male celebrity. At least the sex was decent but nothing else was salvageable in his social life. Consequently although he was the most eligible and sought after bachelor in Hollywood there was no woman in his life.

The entertainment press was puzzled. It was obvious he was not gay as his dating of glamorous women appeared to be genuine; not a ruse to disguise possible homosexuality. However although there was available a plethora of female celebrities seemingly suitable for him; yet there was no hint of a relationship never mind marriage prospect in the offing. 

Because of such a social life, Rex had a different motivation to joining the Texas Love Ranch than what attracted most of the other members. To be sure, he was interested like other members of the club for the opportunity to participate in exciting wild orgies. However, notwithstanding such undeniable exotic sexual pleasures offered by the club, his main intention of join was the hope to eventually meet a woman that he would find compatible enough to engage in a meaningful relationship.

As he saw it, in the current situation of his celebrity life, he was restricted to the kind of females he would typically encounter. And such women were absolutely not to his liking. He remembered reading an interview of two of the sexist male stars of Hollywood recalling a wasted Saturday night. Apparently they decided that evening on the spur of the moment that they each wanted a date instead of just strictly spending the time in each other's company, as they had originally intended.

However as they were contacting the women they personally knew, it turned out that none of them were available. They found the irony amusing that they as arguably two of the sexiest desirable males on the planet could not acquire a date on a Saturday night. Although no doubt almost any suitably aged single unattached female would be thrilled to have a date with either of them, they did not have access to such females. It was not like they could pick up the phone to randomly call unknown women, and after identifying themselves, ask for a date. Any woman reached in such a way would conclude it was a crank call and hang up. 

Given the nature of the entertainment industry and the type of people in it, Rex realized that he would unlikely meet the kind of woman he would be genuinely attracted to. And most of his dates reinforced such notion. Thus when he happened to learn of the Texas Love Ranch and of its activities, he suspected he would be more enamored of the female members belonging to this club than the females he had regularly been dating. 

Obviously, any female member of the TLR would not be of the wholesome original chaste kind, being presumably the prized personality that men seeking to marry would want in a wife. However, such a type of a woman was just as much an anathema to Rex as the kind of women he was dating. What he wanted was a woman who was exotically sexual, but without an agenda. As he delighted in group sex and the swingers life style, it made sense to him that any woman he would be serious about would have such similar sexual proclivities. Thus he reasoned, the TLR must be the ideal place to meet the kind of woman he truly desired.

Sure enough once he became a member and started participating in the orgies he was happy. He was enchanted by the women of the club. In his view every one of them was more desirable to him than any of his dates. And when he spotted Beverley, he instinctively knew she was the woman for him.

Rex was initially attracted to Beverley simply by her physical appearance, and to his mind her voluptuous body. He particularly craved full figured women and as a result he found Beverley absolutely physically appealing. However what sealed the deal for him was her winning personality and witty outlook.

As she told her story about Ivan Croft, he was incensed for her, and suggested as he undeniably had some clout, he could arrange with Kristina Vargas to have Croft dismissed.

Beverley dissuaded such action. She pointed out that when they were in high school Ivan Croft was the cock of the walk. Every girl without a boyfriend, and sadly she was in that category, desired him. They would unflinchingly accede to any desire on his part if only he would pay attention to them. He arrogantly reveled in his popularity and acted like it was his just due.

Thus in her view, his position as a staff member of the TLR, was perfect comeuppance to his undeserved sense of self-importance. Surely it couldn't gall him more than to witness constant fucking which he could not participate in. Besides being a staff member at the TLR surely would not be viewed by him as having achieved success especially considering he had proclaimed his ambitions to becoming a successful football player in the NFL.

Such prescient observation went a long way to convince Rex, that Beverley was a sharp woman well worth his interest. He quickly dismissed her initial hero worship greeting of him as something not pertinent to her true outlook once she would get used to him. Sure enough during their night together in the bedroom from Rex's viewpoint they interacted on an equal footing. He believed she was attracted to him not for his fame but truly for his own merits as a person. The ease of conversation, and the way she empathically reacted to his telling the story of his life reinforced such notion on his part.

All in all as a result of what transpired at the orgy. Rex had formed the intention of following up his acquaintanceship of Beverley. He was almost already certain he would want her to become part of his life; no doubt a few dates would confirm such desire. However, he could not immediately act upon such plans, as he was booked to leave Dallas for Europe for three months and then thereafter ten weeks in Africa, to shoot a very elaborate on location movie. So he did not get back to the United States until the end of February.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 22



During his absence and in December, his previous latest completed movie was released. Contrary to most of the fluff roles he invariably was cast in, his role in this particular movie was very meaty. The movie, although superficially a light comedy-romance, provided lots of opportunity for Rex to truly showcase his authentic acting ability; and he made the most of it. As a result he garnered rave reviews for his performance which in turn prompted a nomination for an Oscar award in the best actor category.

When he returned to his home in southern California, he learned from his agent that it was almost a certainty that he would be nominated for an Oscar; the official announcement would not be confirmed until the second week in March. In light of this news he was determined to ask Beverley to be his date for the Oscar ceremonies.

Unfortunately, he did not have Beverley's contact number. To protect exposure of membership activities, the Texas Love Ranch had a confidential policy. No member's contact information was revealed to any other member (or to any other person for that matter) unless a member designates who can have access to such information, and such information is then only supplied upon direct request.

In accordance with such policy, Rex had given the club permission to reveal his contact information to Beverley. When he returned to his home he noticed that Beverley had not in his absence tried to get in touch with him. He had overlooked the fact that Beverley had told him that she was not a member, but was a guest participant at behest of her mother. Therefore Beverley was probably not aware of the club's confidentiality protocol.

He was kicking himself for neglecting to ask her to make the TLR aware that she would have no objection for the club to release her contact number to him. He was of course presuming Beverley would be interested in continuing to see him.

Rex got in touch with Kristina Vargas to ask her to reveal Beverley's contact information. He pointed out Beverley's oversight in not giving permission was obviously due to her unawareness of club rules in such matters. The fact that she had not tried to get in touch with him despite his permission being on file with the club was proof positive of her misunderstanding.

Kristina was bemused by his presumption of Beverley's regard for him. Although she had to concede almost every unattached straight female would definitely be willing to date him. In any case she could not violate club rules, and Rex had to agree with Kristina that it would not be wise for her to comply with his request. After all there were on club files scores of females wanting his contact information.

However Kristina agreed to personally get in touch with Beverley to ascertain if she wished contact, and Rex was content with such compromise. A couple of days later Kristina reported back, gleefully, as she was charmed by Beverley's reply. It was not that she had any animus towards Rex, but still it was refreshing to come across a person who was not automatically in awe of him.

Kristina advised:

"Rex, I was able to talk to Beverley Browning just a little awhile ago and as a result I have some good news and some bad news for you. The bad news was that when I asked if she was interested in contact information about you she replied to the effect that she could not see what possible use such information would be to her so she was not interested. 

The good news was that when I asked if I had her permission to reveal her contact information to you she offered no objection. As she put it: that it's not like she is that hard to locate. She believed her number is blatantly listed in the Dallas city phone directory for all to discover. So her number is...."

Rex was non-plussed by such seemingly unenthusiastic reaction. It was not like he was conceited and expected her to be panting and drooling for the opportunity of dating him. Still adjudging by the undeniably mutual good time they had had at the orgy, he would have thought she would have expressed more interest in getting together than her answers to Kristina would have suggested. He was not deterred though, and her apparent reluctance actually increased his resolve to pursue her.

Now what Rex did not take into account was that Beverley would naturally be skeptical of his interest in her. It had nothing to do with her attraction to him; as all things being equal she would certainly be totally and completely infatuated with him. She could not in her wildest imagination and fantasy conceive of her being involved with any more attractive a man than Rex Hudson. 

And it was not just his physical appearance or his handsome features that made him so sexually appealing. His personality would charm even the most determined misandrist. Beverley was completely empathetic to his hard early life as he related it to her. She could not admire him enough for his ability to succeed despite such unpromising origins. Yes if all things indeed were equal she sure could love him unconditionally.

But all things were not equal. Rex Hudson was a movie star. He was an international super sex symbol who had his pick of the most glamorous females on the planet. Beverley had no illusions of her own sexual appeal. She supposed she had a pretty enough face and she had no complaints on that score. But she has heavy- she was fat; there was no getting around that fact.

She had come to grips with her weight issues, and actually adhered to fairly sensible diet. Her eating habits' though, would never get her to lose a dramatic amount of weight, so she was resigned to accept the fact that she would always be overweight. 

Prior to the orgy, she had been miserable and completely despondent at the prospect of acquiring a love interest. However the orgy dramatically changed her life. Rex Hudson had singled her out as a desirable sex partner and she was grateful for his interest. She did not delve into reasons why he was sexually attracted to her or for that matter why he was a member of the TLR. What she took from the experience at the orgy was the understanding that she was attractive enough that a super stud like Rex Hudson was not repulsed by her but actually was pleased to fuck her.

As far as Beverley was concerned nothing more should be made out of this experience. It would be sheer folly for her to think he actually desired her and preferred her to the women he was used to having. Such thoughts did not pain her, and instead she put a positive spin on the experience. She developed a confidence in herself that made her successful in dealing with the opposite sex. Her new attitude had a happy ping pong effect. The more confident she became in herself, the more male attention she gathered for herself, which in turn made her even more confident.

As a result her life after the orgy was copasetic and she could not be happier. Thus, she actually found Kristina's call purportedly indicating a desire by Rex to see her annoying. She could not conceive that Rex actually was desirous of seeing her again. She was not in the mood to speculate on why Rex would want to indicate that he possibly might want to talk to her at this time and so she gave short shrift in her answers to Kristina. When the call was over, she was determined not to think about it.

Beverley actually did not have much time to speculate on Kristina's unexpected call to her. Rex called her almost immediately after he had finished talking with Kristina. The conversation transpired as follows:

"Hello Beverley?"

As Beverley did not really expect Rex to call, she did not at first recognize his voice. In her new social successes, she had given her phone number out to various men she had met and whom she had adjudged might be worth dating. She assumed that one of them was this caller.

Accordingly she replied in a manner she had now affected for such contacts:

"Yes this is Beverley Browning! You've successfully got a hold of me! You've hit the jackpot! But may you be kind enough to identify yourself? Unfortunately I have to admit I did not recognize your voice, but I trust you'll forgive me for that oversight." 

Rex was a little disconcerted by such an unorthodox greeting, but he persevered:

"It's Rex Hudson. How are you Beverley?"

It just so happened that one of Beverley's fuck buddies, by the name of Ian McGregor, had a voice similar to Rex's and could imitate him perfectly. Ian had a high opinion of himself and had the attitude that he was God's gift to women. Sometimes when he was boasting of his sexual prowess he would affect Rex's voice. One day irked by his silly sexual arrogance, Beverley retaliated by stating she had been fucked by better, in fact she asserted that she had been fucked by the real Rex Hudson. He had not believed her but since that outburst he always started conversations with her imitating Rex's voice before eventually reverting to his normal voice.

So Beverley was not amused and answered:

"Cut the crap Ian. What do you want?"

Non-plussed, Rex asked:

"Who the hell is Ian?"

Now thoroughly irritated, Beverley retorted:

"Will you cut it out, Ian? We all know you can imitate Rex Hudson so stop it already. What do you want?"

"No really Beverley. This really is....I mean I'm really Rex Hudson."

Still not convinced, Beverley simply said:

"Hah! Prove it then."

"And how should I prove it then to convince you?"

Since Beverley had only asserted to Ian that she had fucked Rex without elaborating on the circumstances, she knew it was very easy to expose Ian. Thus she replied:

"Well if you truly are Rex Hudson, it should be easy for you to tell how we met."

Rex promptly answered:

"The first time I spotted your naked beauty was at the Texas Love Ranch. Your gorgeous voluptuous body was so alluring to me that I was inclined to worship your ass. After I did so, we got to know each other better."

At this point, Beverley was grateful that they were conversing on the phone, so that he could not see how beet red she had turned.

She sheepishly replied:

"Ohmigosh! You really are Rex. I'm sorry; I just was not expecting your call. So I could not imagine it was really you. This Ian fellow that I know has an uncanny ability to imitate your voice. That's why I did not think it was you."

"You did not expect me to call you? I understand you were contacted by Kristina Vargas which surely must have alerted you of my interest in getting in touch with you. After all you did provide her with your phone number, although according to you I could have saved myself the trouble by just simply consulting the Dallas phone directory. You also seemed to indicate that you were not interested in contacting me, so I hope I'm not really intruding."

Beverley groaned in frustration. She now regretted the cavalierly way she had responded to Kristina's call. Apparently, it got back to him and he naturally jumped to the wrong conclusion. In reality she would want nothing better than to have another get-together with him.

Since she had deemed such possibility to be unrealistic, and so to guard herself from suffering disappointment, she had adopted this seemingly uncaring attitude. Now, contrary to her reasonable assumption of disinterest on his part, there seemed to be a hint that he did want to see her after all. To take advantage she realized she would have to change the signals she was sending.

So she now replied:

"There is no denying I had a blast at the Texas Love Ranch, and I had a marvelously wonderful time with you. However considering who your regular female companions are, I made the logical assumption that once the weekend was over we would revert to our normal everyday lives. And of course you have not contacted me since, so what else was I to think? Yes I could imagine that perhaps you might have had a good time with me during the weekend, but really I believed that would be the end of it.

When Kristina called me, I did not know what to make of it. Yes I certainly was not demanding to know your number as I do not wish to be a nuisance to you. Perhaps I was too sarcastic for my own good when she asked permission to reveal my telephone number, but it really is true that I'm listed in the phone directory. So there is no great detective work required to get a hold of me.

It is unfortunate that as a result I've given the impression that I wish not to see you, since the exact opposite is true. However surely you cannot deny that my assumption that you would not want to see me was a reasonable one."

Rex smiled to himself, as he answered:

"You know what they say, Beverley? To assume makes an ass out of you and me. Right after the orgy I had to leave for Europe and Africa on a previously scheduled assignment. I arrived back stateside from that assignment just a few days ago. So this is the first time I really could get in touch with you and as you can tell I have wasted no time."

All Beverley could reply to that unanticipated fact:

"Ohmigosh! Ohmigosh! I did not know." 

Rex continued to clear up another matter:

"Still, notwithstanding my delay in trying to get in touch with you, why did you think I would not be interested in seeing you again? I don't think I could have given any more blatant signals that I was interested in you. I mean we made love to each other more often than with anyone else. Actually you were the only woman I did fuck during that entire weekend."

Beverley was surprised by that information. She certainly did not keep tabs on him at the orgy, but not to have fucked any other woman was unbelievable considering the purpose of the orgy. She certainly for her own pleasure had availed herself of the opportunity of fucking a variety of men.

So she interrupted:

"Really? I didn't know that. I just thought the frequency we fucked each other was pure happenstance. Are you truly saying you were not interested in fucking another woman?"

Rex thought it would be helpful to explain himself better:

"I've been a member of the TLR for the past three years and the novelty of fucking as many different woman as possible during a weekend has worn off and is of less appeal to me, although it is still very exciting to be there. Instead I usually like to focus on just one woman, at an orgy. My goal is to see if I can satisfy her the best, despite the competition."

Beverley was completely non-plussed by this information, so she exclaimed:

"You mean to tell me that you go to the TLR orgies to test out your sexual prowess and appeal? Considering the quality not to mention the quantity of women you are known to have dated and presumably bedded, I would have thought that a worry about your sex appeal would be the least of your concerns."

Rex could tell this was going to be a little more difficult to explain than he had originally anticipated. So to be totally frank with her, he admitted:

"No Beverley that definitely is not my concern. I go to the TLR orgies to hope to meet a woman I would like to get to know better."

Beverley was truly astonished by this reply. She wondered if they had a bad connection, as she believed she must have misunderstood or misheard what he had said. To clarify she responded:

"Are you really saying that the women you meet normally are lacking and that the women you meet at the TLR orgies are preferable?" 

Rex replied:

"That's exactly what I'm saying. The women I normally meet or are introduced to are certainly beautiful but that is their only admirable attribute. The lot of them are empty headed and are not a joy to be with. After I started attending the TLR orgies it soon became evident to me that the least interesting TLR female member was a hell of a lot more interesting than any other woman I had encountered."

Still absolutely astonished, Beverley exclaimed:

"But Rex, we, and I include myself although not a member yet, I hope to become one in due course,..we women of the TLR are nothing but sluts and whores. That's why we are members in the first place for gosh sakes. Now as I understand the male mind, and I freely admit I'm no expert, that you guys don't mind fucking a slut and a whore but that's all you want from us. Otherwise you wish nothing to do with us."

"But Beverley how can you say you are a slut and a whore? You admitted at the orgy, that you only had one sexual experience beforehand and that event was almost akin to rape."

Beverley now earnestly replied:

"Yes but my previous seemingly chaste life was not by choice. Men found me unattractive and so I had no sex because no one asked. However the orgy at the TLR was the turning point for me. Because of that experience, I gained self confidence and I learned how to make myself interesting to men. As a result I've acquired three fuck buddies that I fuck fairly frequently. In addition I occasionally fuck some other men that happen to catch my fancy. So by definition I am now certainly a slut and a whore and I confess I even revel in it."

Rex likewise replied earnestly:

"All that means is that you are a woman who has a healthy sexual appetite and I admire that quality in a woman. The true definition of a slut and a whore is a female who has sex indiscriminately without regard to any other factor than availing herself of every practical opportunity to indulge in sex. It goes without saying that sluts and whores are empty headed and vacuous, as having sex is their only raison d'être. 

By contrast, I am willing to bet that a prospective lover has to engage your interest significantly before you agree to have sex. In any case I already know you have a fine mind and you are as articulate a woman as I could possibly desire. You are studying to become a nurse, which is a profession I cannot admire more. Being a nurse is a hell of lot more laudable than what I do for a living, even though I do make more money. And I am certain you are going to be a terrific, sensational nurse." 

Beverley was overwhelmed by his words that all she could mutter by way of a response: 

"My! ...Oh my! ....I...."

She was turning beet red again as she realized her inarticulateness at this point belied his wonderful assertion of her worth. Unfortunately she truly did not know how to respond as he had caught her completely off guard.

Rex was able to cover up the awkwardness by saying:

"Anyway at the orgy last September, I enjoyed your company so much so that I do wish to see you some more. Notwithstanding Kristina's call I am getting the impression that you would not be adverse to further contacts."

Beverley had recovered some of her composure and was able to breathlessly reply:

"Oh yes Rex. Nothing would be more delightful to me than to see you again. However I do need some advance warning as my school work is very important to me, and I don't want to jeopardize my future. Since you live in California and I'm in Dallas obviously some advance planning is needed."

Because of the result of Kristina's call, at the beginning of this call, Rex actually had been a little apprehensive in successfully securing a date with Beverley. 

Now totally assured of her interest, Rex happily replied:

"Quite so! I am well aware of the importance of your education, and I certainly have no desire to cause you any problems in that regard. So yes I recognize that our dates require some advance forewarning.

With this in mind I want to tell you that I have been advised by my agent that I'm most certainly going to be nominated for the Academy Awards as best actor for my role in my latest movie that was released in December. The nomination is so likely that it has been even reported as a done deal in the newspapers already. I don't know if you have heard about it?"

Beverley sheepishly replied without thinking:

"Gosh Rex, I hadn't heard that. I'm so wrapped up in my school work I have to set my priorities and use my time judiciously. So I haven't been able to keep up to date with innocuous entertainment news."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 22



Instantly realizing the condescension and pretentiousness inherent on what she had just said, she interrupted herself to avert a caustic response:

"Oh shit! I didn't mean that Rex. Anyway congratulations! I know you must be thrilled and I know you deserve it. I hope you'll win and now I am aware that there is a movie I must go and see soon if not immediately."

Rex laughed as her sharp tongue and wry observation. Her sense of humor was her best feature which he absolutely found enthralling. Without a doubt Beverley was the wittiest woman he had ever encountered. 

So he answered:

"You need not apologize Beverley. I can't agree with you more about the insignificance of who is nominated and who wins an Oscar. Still you do know this I'm sure, that there is an awards ceremony involved which takes place this year on the last Sunday in March. So I'm asking if you'd like to be my date."

Beverley was totally shocked. In the back of her mind she was recognizing that there apparently was no end of surprises in store for her during the course of this telephone conversation.

She stammered her reply:

"But!... But!... But Rex, there must be dozens and dozens if not hundreds of gorgeous glamorous women you could ask that would be dying to be your date."

"There may very well be, but I'm not interested in any of them. I'm interested only in you being my date." 

"But!...But!....But Rex ('God' she was at this point wishing that she could be less inane) I'm just a fat tub of lard...You wouldn't want...I"

Rex interrupted:

"Hush Beverley! You are no such thing. You are a voluptuous good looking woman..."

But Beverley interrupted him in turn:

"Oh good God Rex! How can you say that? Millions and millions of people watch this show on television all over the world. They will all think I'm too fat. They would laugh at you for dating me and I would be mortified."

Rex pooh poohed:

"You know Beverley, I have dated Sara Rue who is just about the same age as you and just as big as you, and no one laughed at me. If anything most people thought we were a charming couple and hoping that we might become an item; but then she liked someone else better and is likely going to marry him."

Beverley not convinced, replied:

"Yes but that's way different. Sara is a charming actress and very beautiful so that no one criticizes her weight. Besides I believe I'm heavier than her."

Rex now replied in a forthright manner:

"Nonsense Beverley you are just as pretty as her; in fact prettier. In any case you need not have any concern about your weight, and how you'll look. I'll send over the seamstress of a famous Hollywood fashion designer tomorrow to you to take your exact measurements. You will have a gown to wear that will disguise your weight and highlight your true physical assets. You'll look like a million bucks. You won't have to worry about a thing." 

By now Beverley was forlornly accepting the inevitability of the date, but she could not help saying:

"Oh Rex! Why can't you just come to Dallas, get a cheap non-descript motel room and fuck the shit out me? I would love that much more than being gawked at by millions and millions of television viewers." 

Rex slyly answered:

"Don't you fret none my darling Beverley! I promise I'll fuck the shit out of you when you are here for the Academy Awards celebration." 

The subsequent date did unfold to the ultimate mutual pleasure and satisfaction for both of them. The next day the designated seamstress did arrive in Dallas and thoroughly and meticulously measured Beverley to ensure the construction of the perfect gown. Beverley had protested at such an unnecessary expense. To her mind she would have thought that any seamstress in Dallas could have measured her and the results could have been faxed to the dress maker; surely that would have made more economical sense. 

Rex pointed out that such expense was a drop in the bucket considering the total costs involved. As their date had tremendous publicity value, and would have a major impact on his career, money really was no object. As the film producers stood to gain a lot of money, as a result of his nomination never mind if he won, most of the expenses were borne by their corporate sources anyway rather than from Rex's personal pocket.

The expense of having the dress maker's assistant personally measure her, proved to be well worth it. The resultant evening gown was perfect for Beverley. Just as Rex had predicted, the dress design downplayed Beverley's oversize body frame. At the same time the dress projected a provocative and deliberate emphasis on her delectable and ample cleavage. The overall effect of the dress made Beverley appear sinfully sexy.

Beverley's apprehension of how she would look, dissipated during her last minute fitting adjustments. As soon as she was dressed ready for departure to the ceremony, she took a long hard critical look at herself in a full length mirror. She squealed in delight pleased with her appearance; relieved at sensing she would not be an embarrassment to Rex after all.

Earlier, Rex had directed her to the correct hair stylist who worked his magic to produce a stunning look for her. Together with her hair, dress and the jewelry provided for her to wear at the show, Beverley looked truly gorgeous; she truly felt like a million bucks. Her self confidence soared to new heights as a result of the euphoria she felt upon the realization she looked good; in factshe knew she looked sensational.

She strutted in the arms of Rex along the Red Carpet leading to the theatre. She was not deterred in her joy by overhearing in the crowd:

"Hey look who's Rex Hudson's date?"

"Ah she's a nobody!"

That overheard conversation though did inspire her in a subsequent televised exchange. Shannon Calvert, the hostess of one of the pre awards television shows, after having asked a few questions of Rex, then turned to Beverley and asked:

"As Rex Hudson's date can you tell our audience a little bit of something about yourself?"

"Hi, my name is Beverley Browning and yes it's true I'm a nobody, but I am a somebody. I'm a nursing student at Baylor University in Texas, and when I do become a nurse I imagine I'll be somebody important in the lives of lots of people."

Subsequently thereafter, Rex came to the conclusion that his desire to marry Beverley must have formed right at that precise moment. Rex had broken out in laughter upon hearing Beverley's response and he could not resist adding:

"You can rest assured Shannon, that Beverley definitely is a somebody."

To which the reporter simply replied as she was determining who next to interview:

"I'm sure."

That exchange struck a chord with the television audience, and the segment was replayed countless of times over various television stations and networks, when reporting on the Academy Awards Show overall. As a result Beverley gained some notoriety. An enterprising T-shirt manufacturer got in touch with Beverley to license production and distribution of T-shirts with a likeness of her and simply proclaiming "I am a somebody too".

The awards show was as glitzy as usual and Beverley was excited to be part of it. Unfortunately Rex did not win the award but he was not despondent. He faced very tough competition, and actually he was considered a long shot by all of the regular Oscar prognosticators. 

When the winner was announced, as they were sitting side by side in their seats in the theatre, Beverley turned to kiss him and said:

"Oh Rex, I'm so sorry. You really deserved to have won."

Rex replied:

"I'm not surprised. I was not expected to win so I'm not bummed out. Besides you are a wonderful consolation prize and I believe you'll be called upon to do lots of consoling."

Beverley sported a wicked smile. She surreptitiously was able to slide a hand into his pants to reach his crotch. Carefully keeping his cock in his pants, she boldly stroked the bare flesh of his penis unmindful of their surroundings.

She bent to his ear and whispered in a sultry sexy voice:

"Hmm I'm beginning to suspect that it was in my best interests that you not win. If you had won you probably would not have needed much to celebrate your euphoria and my presence would have been superfluous. But not winning means that you desperately require tender loving care to overcome your natural despair; and here I am so prepared to provide that tender loving care that you need. I so like to be useful."

Subsequently thereafter, Rex came to the conclusion that as the formation of his desire to marry Beverley occurred during the red carpet interview sound bite, than the realization that he was going to marry Beverley occurred at this precise moment. Unlike some men who might have been shocked and dismayed by Beverley's risky brazenness and would have considered her a skank; Rex was enraptured. To be so wantonly sexy in the face of so much possible public exposure struck Rex as an example of the ultimate sexuality he desired of a woman. 

Rex did realize that some discretion was now needed considering how public was their situation, but he definitely did not wish to suggest any disapproval of her antics. So he diplomatically said:

"Well Beverley it might be a little tough for you to be useful right here. And for publicity purposes we are compelled to attend some parties. So I'm going to have to suspend my feelings of despondency for the next couple of hours and not avail of your therapy. But as soon as we get home I know I'm going to require your services. Probably because I have to restrain my feelings I'll most likely require extensive services from you." 

Beverley smiled even more wickedly as she cooed:

"Well you know Rex, baby, whenever you feel the urge it is Nurse Beverley to the rescue. All you have to do is whistle and I'll come running. You know how to whistle don't you? All you have to is pucker your lips together just as if you are going to worship my ass like you did at the orgy, but instead you blow. And I'll then be able to let you worship it."

With that she removed her hand from his crotch so she could applaud the winner of the Oscar who had arrived at the podium to receive his award and deliver his acceptance speech. The next few hours were social fun but the sexual tension grew between as they so wanted to fuck but had to restrain for the sake of possible advancement of Rex's career. Finally sufficient time had passed and Rex had made the obligatory appearances at the various parties so that they could finally leave. 

By the time they arrived at Rex's home they were so absolutely aroused, that immediate relief was essential. As soon as they were both inside the door, Beverley backed herself unto the door to steady herself, and she kicked off her shoes. There was a footstool available where she could lift one leg and rest her foot on it. With one hand she gathered up the skirt of her gown in such a way to expose her crotch. With the other hand she pulled her panties sufficiently down to provide access to her cunt.

Rex had removed his shoes, lowered his pants and stepped out of them. Not bothering to remove his shorts, he just slipped his cock through the hole and then advanced to Beverley. As she was done with her preparations, he penetrated her and started fucking her standing up. She was tall enough that he was able to fuck her conveniently without resorting to an awkward stance.

Their copulation was frantic prompting exaggerated grunting from both of them. In addition to grunting, Beverley alternated with emitting squeaks and moans. She was lost to any control. All she sensed was that the pounding of his cock into her cunt was so good feeling; so therapeutic. She absolutely needed it and the relief of getting it was euphoric. In no time at all she was climaxing.

For his part, as soon as his cock was in the folds of her vagina, he was charged with electricity. His mind had accumulated all the various rationale for his attractions to her. In essence he was overwhelmed by the totality of his love for her. As a result he was compelled to pump his cock as hard and as fast as he was capable. It was the only way he could get a handle on these powerful emotions and remain sane or at least sentient. 

When he climaxed and ejaculated in her, he was not experiencing in his mind the normal relief usual to a regular coitus. Instead what it felt like to him, or rather what he imagined in his mind was that part of his love for her was escaping from his body and joining with her love for him to produce a bonding of their souls. Such imagination caused him nearly to pass out. 

When Rex withdrew his spent penis from her vagina, he was seized with the absolute compelling need for oral sex. His mind was set up to believe that the intimate kissing of her genitalia, but especially of her anus was absolutely necessary to mark her as his own.

At this point having already determined in his mind it was inevitable that they were going to marry, he believed it was imperative that he establish the fact that she was his beyond any doubt.

Consequently, while she was still panting from the afterglow of her orgasm, he ordered her to strip but leave her fishnet stockings on. Rex found the sight of these stockings on her to be unbelievably alluring that he wanted to retain the pleasure of viewing them throughout their subsequent sexual activity.

Once they were both naked, he led her to his bedroom and had her mount the bed. He had her assume the forty-five degree angle position; with her head on the pillow, propped on her calves and knees with her huge butt sticking up in the air. The image of her in that position was the most erotic sight his mind could fantasize in the abstract so that actually viewing her in that way blew his mind.

As a result of that sexual excitement, he leaked a substantial amount of pre cum, while he just stood and gazed at her. He moved to her resting face close enough to allow her to lick him. Seeing the moisture on his cock, she gratefully lifted her head so she could greedily slurp up his pre cum. She smacked her kips in enjoyment when she was done, and then she resumed resting her cheek on the pillow in accordance with his wishes.

He then returned to her derriere and positioned himself on the bed so he could conveniently lick her ass and perineum. He spread her ass cheeks to effect the maximum stimulation on her skin with his tongue. Then he methodically and thoroughly, licked the crack of her ass, her asshole and her taint. 

As his mind had demanded this action, the enjoyment of doing so was complete. Part of his motivation was to please Beverley. It was axiomatic that such application of his tongue on this part of her body had to be stimulating to her and by definition pleasurable. However his main motivation was self interest. He knew he now loved her unconditionally. So he believed that his intimate licking of her sent a clear message that she should know he loved her and have no doubt on the matter.

All sexual techniques are just that. They are a set of maneuvers that anyone can do or at least learn to do. However love is an emotion that defies definition. There are no objective standards to discern the existence of such between two persons. Two people genuinely in love with each other instinctively know that they are in love with each other. They may be able to point out all kinds of facts that support the proposition that they are in love but it would be impossible to articulate the reasons why they enjoy the certainty of their love. 

Rex's first sexual act with Beverley at the orgy was to lick her ass. And he was now licking her ass, but there was a world of difference between the two acts. In the former instance, he was employing a sexual technique that he found enjoyable to apply to any female he was sufficiently attracted to have sex with. In the latter instance he was making love to the woman he loved. The technique was the same but the lovemaking was different. Only Beverley could discern the difference and she did.

As Rex was merrily licking her ass, causing her anus to gape, sticking his tongue into her rectum, Beverley perceived the love he was expressing. As he continued applying the oral sex on her ass the certainty of his love for her became crystal clear; there was no doubt in her mind. She experienced the two orgasms during the lengthy time he was kissing, licking, slurping on her ass. Both orgasms resulted from his physical stimulation of her body but the intensity was absolutely heightened by acquiring the feeling of certainty of his love for her.

Her only regret during this time was her passive role in this lovemaking. Soon the need for her to become active became essential to her. The desire to acknowledge her love for him compelled her act. 

She begged:

"Please Rex honey! Please! I need to suck your cock now! I needed it in my mouth. I got to have it! Please Rex! Please!"

Rex recognized this plea for what it was. The need for her to express and acknowledge her unconditional love for him. He, therefore, was euphoric. He signaled that he was prepared to accommodate her wishes, so she instinctively maneuvered on to her hands and knees so that he could slip underneath her for a 69 mutual oral sex activity.

Considering the amount of time he had devoted to licking her ass, Beverley could have been forgiven for assuming that this was his favorite form of oral sex. But she was to learn that this was not the case. He was happiest in eating out her cunt. He loved having her meaty thighs surrounding and straddling his head. He loved having her cunt smother his face. He loved inhaling the intoxicating smell of her. 

For her part, Beverley could never tire of having his cock in her mouth. She loved deep throating him. She loved just licking only his cockhead to ejaculation. She loved licking his sac and taking it wholly in her mouth. She loved the taste of his cum and she loved cum swapping with him. She even loved having him splatter his cum on her face. There was no variation of oral sex that she did not love.

There 69 oral sex that they indulged in at this time, matched to a 'tee' their sexual dreams and fantasies they ever had desired; they could not have imagined a more erotic or satisfying sexual experience. It was satisfactory and it was wonderful. Their mutual orgasms were spectacular. She sprayed forcefully a surprisingly vast amount of her female juices directly into his mouth; and he was utterly delighted. He squirted load after load of his erupting cum directly into her mouth; and she was utterly ecstatic. 

They engaged in lots more sex that weekend. But at the end of that intensive 69 oral sex copulation they each realized that the fact they were going to marry was now a foregone conclusion.

They knew then they were going to marry. It was just a matter of time. Shortly after she graduated, they did in fact marry secretly in Las Vegas; secretly to avoid a celebrity circus wedding. Sally Browning was their witness, and sole guest.

Beverley proved to be a super woman even beyond what Rex had imagined. She went to work at a large hospital in southern California. She insisted on working as a hedge against possible financial disaster which might force them to rely on her income. She went by her maiden name at work to avoid association problems should her patients be aware who she was married to.

Beverley was an excellent nurse and an administrator, determined to excel. By taking graduate courses at UCLA, She acquired a PHD in Nursing, and eventually became the Director of Nursing at a different major hospital in southern California. Beverley even found time to give birth to two children, but she was not a stay at home mom. They of course could afford a competent nanny.

Curiously enough although they were extremely in love with each other and did not stray during the normal course of their everyday life, still they retained a proclivity for group sex and wife swapping. To accommodate these desires, Rex remained a member and Beverley became a member of the Texas Love Ranch. They found attending an occasional orgy to be a need each required to maintain the level of excitement in their own sexuality. They deemed such excitement to be important to avoid becoming jaded in their sexual life. To avoid problems of possible jealousy they attended the orgies separately. Whenever either one of then returned from a TLR orgy, there was always an extra spark to their subsequent sexual activity.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 23



When Lajos and Natasha had finished their recording session of the Enescu Sonata, Lajos informed Natasha that he had a flight to catch early next morning. It was an eighteen hour flight to Buenos Aires, Argentina. He had several concert dates there as well as some in Brazil. Consequently, he had a hotel room near the airport. He suggested they go there to continue their initial sexual foray.

Natasha accepted:

"That seems like an excellent plan and I have my car to transport us. But first let's go to my home which is not that far from O'Hare. I want to make sure Olga, that's what I call my valuable violin, is safe and besides you can meet my mother. I know she is waiting there to learn of what happened at the recording."

Lajos dubiously asked:

"You're an adult of course Natasha, but still won't your mother put up a fuss at becoming aware of you coming to my hotel room? I'm sure that mothers are overly protective of their daughter's reputation."

Natasha assured him:

"My mom and I have a super relationship and she does not begrudge me any sexual joy. All she asks is that I'm on the Pill, which by the way I am, so that she does not become an extremely young grandmother; she only wishes my happiness. She was well aware of my relationship with Dieter and had no objection, so she cannot possibly object to my dalliances with you; especially considering you are some thirty-six years younger than what Dieter was."

"Hmm an extremely young grandmother? Just how young is this mother of yours?"

"Thirty-three."

Lajos started coughing and choking in surprise and replied:

"Thirty- three! My God Natasha she is younger than my oldest sister who became a mother for the first time only last year by the way. Your mother is only seven years older than me and I don't believe I am all that much older than you."

"You are seven years older than me so by doing the math you will arrive at the answer that my mother was fourteen when she gave birth to me."

"Wow! A mother at fourteen! Well I guess she can't object to you having sex at such a mature advanced age of nineteen years. So where does your father fit in? Is he similarly liberally inclined? Will I meet him as well?"

"I've never met my biological father. He paid my mother to have an abortion; luckily for me my mother was disinclined to take the easy path. After he paid my mother the abortion money they did not see each other until I was four years old. At that time my mother revealed my existence to him; needless to say it was quite a surprise to him. He then agreed to pay my mother a rather surprisingly generous child support which did make life a lot easier for her. His stipulation for his generosity was that my mother and I stay away from him."

They had gotten dressed and continued their conversation as they drove in Natasha's car to her home in Morton Grove. He told her about his life. He was the youngest and only son as he had two older sisters neither one of whom was musically talented. He started playing the piano like Natasha at a very young age. His father was a high ranking official in the Hungarian government and in that capacity enabled Lajos to attend the famous music school in St Petersburg, Russia. 

His time in Russia paved the way for him to become fluent in Russian. During and after his formal schooling he participated in and won several prestigious musical competitions in Russia. His success in the competitions allowed him to start his concert career. After four years of concert tours throughout the world he was recognized to be the finest young pianist under the age of thirty in the world and arguably one of the finest contemporary pianists of any age.

Soon they arrived in Marin Grove to meet Natasha's mother. When Lajos and Natasha entered the home they headed to the kitchen where they found Vera. She was in an evening dress prepared to leave for an important business dinner and social event. She was sitting at the kitchen table sipping tea which she had just brewed. Vera was privy to Natasha's planned agenda for the day and so as she spotted them first she automatically fixed her eyes on Lajos, correctly surmising he was the accompanist in the recording session that Natasha had advised. 

His appearance had a profound erotic effect on her. Her pussy instantly moistened and her nipples hardened to rock solid and were throbbing. She even started to perspire from her forehead as her mind registered that he had to be the handsomest and most desirable man she had ever encountered. 

With such physical reaction Vera was compelled to blurt out in Russian to Natasha:

"Oh my God Natasha how lucky can you be! What a hunk you got there. He's got to have a cock that can cure whatever ails you. Oh I envy you but I'm happy for you."

Vera obviously assumed Lajos did not know Russian. Natasha somewhat bemused but also blushing for her mother tartly responded naturally in Russian:

"Yes mother this hunk is indeed Lajos Kiraly, whom I had told you about as my accompanist for the recording session. In addition to the attributes you have discerned of him you might be interested to know he understands Russian. We actually converse in Russian as his command of English is not so good and of course I'm hopeless in Hungarian."

Then turning to Lajos, Natasha continued:

"So Lajos, darling, this is my mother Vera Starikovich, who appears to be an admirer." 

Lajos pitied Vera's embarrassment, so he tried a diplomatic response:

"I am very pleased to meet you Ms Starikovich. I've been taught the importance of making a good first impression. I'm delighted that I have succeeded with you. Rest assured you have charmed me as well."

Actually Lajos was more than charmed by Vera. He was instantly attracted to her with the same force as he had been attracted to Natasha when he first met her in May. Although in a dazed state brought on by emotion he consciously thought he had to attribute the attraction to be as a result of the uncanny resemblance between them. In any case he was now absolutely confused as to what he desired the most. 

At this point Vera was completely beet red in embarrassment. She was totally humiliated and felt like a complete idiot. Desperately needing to escape what was developing into an awkward situation, she got up and declared.

"Oh dear I don't know what's come over me. You two must excuse me as I have to go and compose myself. Besides I've got a business function to attend to, and I don't want to be late."

With that she scurried out of the house and drove away in her car leaving Lajos and Natasha befuddled at her sudden departure. Desperately needing a strong drink Vera drove to a bar about ten miles from her home. She had never been in it but had always noticed it on her drives to her home. Its parking lot was always full suggesting full attendance so she had always meant to take it in but never got around to it. 

Vera's mind was in a complete turmoil. Not only was she embarrassed by her injudicious comment but she was also disturbed by her reaction upon seeing Lajos Kiraly. After she got to the bar and ordering a screwdriver, she started analyzing her feelings.

It was more than just Lajos's virile good looks that set off Vera's hormones into a happy dance. There was mysticism to this brief initial meeting. Something electrical, something magical overcame Vera. Her whole body weakened to an invasion of the most exotic, erotic and sensuous passion that which previously she never imagined existed.

She remembered that she had been instantly infatuated with her first truly enjoyable lover, Rodney Parker. Not only did they have sex on their first, and as it turned out the only date, but during that short time of togetherness she had been contemplating getting pregnant by him. His death obviously ended that ambition but also provided no clue to her as to how strong her initial intense attraction would translate into a serious lasting relationship. 

Having become much worldlier wiser since then, Vera had a new outlook when recalling her infatuation with him. She now suspected that had Rodney lived, their presumed relationship would not have become permanent. Yes they would have had a relationship and no doubt she would have borne a child or two with him as she knew she was determined about this point. Still knowing what she knew now there was something about Rodney and herself that suggested that one or the other of them would have become tired of the other and the relationship would eventually have withered away.

She had no doubt on this score about her attraction to Lajos; it was not just a simple infatuation. Vera felt in that brief encounter that she received a telepathic message that Lajos was the man meant for her. He was that elusive Mr Right. Despite her past and present wantonness she knew that he would satisfy her sufficiently that she would lose all interest in sex with any other.

Well perhaps she might still do Linda Snyder every now and then; if only by force of habit. It was not like Linda and she were committed lovers involved in an intense relationship. Linda was undeniably in love with her husband and he certainly had no complaints on being deprived of quantity and quality in his married sex life. It just that Linda and she had become occasional lovers by unique circumstances and the sex was great. There seemed no urgency to stop their rare couplings especially as they were very careful in keeping Walter, Linda's husband in the dark.

Likewise if she were to have Lajos, Vera believed that he would understand this extraneous situation, and would not be perturbed by it. 

On the same vein Vera also suspected that she probably would not be inclined to forgo the occasional orgy at the Texas Love Ranch either. The events there were just clean fun. Hell, Lajos could become a member as well; there were lots of married couples wherein both of them were members of the TLR. 

Aside from those reasonable exceptions Vera believed herself capable of being a one man woman to Lajos. Growing old with him would be the ideal fulfillment of her romantic hopes and dreams. She just knew he was Mr Right. 

But and this was a huge but: there was a serious fly in the ointment to these fantastic dreams of her envisioned paradise on earth. Lajos appeared to have a love interest. And the love interest was none other than Natasha Starikovich; Natasha her very own daughter! Natasha the one human being she loved and cherished above all else.

In that brief encounter at the kitchen aside from her soul wrenching reaction in seeing Lajos, Vera was very cognizant of the loving regard her daughter and Lajos had for each other. She knew instinctively they were or would be lovers. If they had not yet fucked they obviously were intending to so that evening with no reticence on the part of either. Most importantly there was an equally potent passion between them which Vera could see was difficult to breech.

Vera's own personal moral code was somewhat ambivalent. Theoretically she believed it was wrong to steal the boyfriend from another female especially when the relationship was strong. However she found it difficult to adhere to such standard in practice as always there seemed to be mitigating circumstances. For example when she wanted to pursue Walter Snyder, her now business partner, she tried to lure him to bed despite knowing he was engaged. It was only the realization that his love for Linda was truly exclusive that caused Vera to end her sexual ambitions for him. In a bizarre twist of fate Linda Snyder became an occasional secret lesbian lover to Vera.

Likewise with Jed Baxter, her most important business client, and whom she had imagined to be the true love of her life; Vera gave him up to his wife without a struggle. Once Felicia, Jed's wife, learned of the affair, she fought for him and enticed him back to her arms and charms.

For her own self esteem Vera liked to think that her moral scruples were the determinative factor that prevented her from an all out no holds barred pursuit of these men. But in reality she knew that Jed was ultimately in love with his wife and so she really had no chance to win him permanently. Still she thought she must not have loved Jed as passionately as she had believed or otherwise she would not have so meekly surrendered Jed to Felicia. 

In the case of Lajos Kiraly though, despite the briefest of encounter, Vera believed she would have been prepared to fight tooth and nail for his love; unlike surrendering as in the cases of the other two men. She would have been willing to do anything to secure his love. She would employ all her feminine wiles to steal and secure him from the other woman. And no matter how strong his attachment to the other woman, Vera would not relent until she succeeded. So strong was the impact of that all too brief encounter at the kitchen. 

But in this case, the other woman was her daughter. Vera knew even if she succeeded in stealing Lajos from Natasha she just was not willing to risk a lifelong enmity. More importantly to knowingly hurt Natasha was an absolute anathema to her psyche. She just was not prepared to inflict such pain. Besides Vera had always put Natasha's interests ahead of her own so that regrettably by her own nature she had to put aside her feelings toward Lajos. And to her that sure sucked!

As Vera was deep in thought over her sorry state of affairs she ordered another drink. She started contemplating forgoing the business dinner and social, and instead to just drown her sorrows and becoming blitzed. Unbeknownst to her she was an object of strong interest by one of the men drinking at the bar. As soon as Vera had entered the establishment, he spotted her and was overwhelmed by her stunning beauty. He nursed his drink as he steeled his nerves to approach her. When she was served her second drink he saw his opportunity to make contact. 

He got to her table and simply asked:

"May I join you?"

Vera looked up to him with a jaundiced eye. Noticing that he was dressed in a business suit and thus concluding he was possibly tolerable she replied:

"I've no objection to your company." 

Rather than being perturbed by such a cold accepting reception, the man was actually encouraged. Her reaction confirmed his assessment of the situation. 

So as soon as he sat down he immediately asked:

"Look I can only spend an hour with you until I have to leave to meet my wife. So how much?"

Before Vera answered she quickly looked around the bar room. Sure enough she espied several woman dressed in evening wear just like her and each of them was sitting alone like herself. Looking closely at these females and the way they were behaving it was obvious to deduce that these women were high priced hookers. Apparently this establishment unlike the Palmer House was willing to cater to discreet and expensive prostitution, so long as a reasonable amount of drinks were ordered. It now struck Vera that the charge for the drinks she had consumed was on the rather high side for a mere apparent suburban neighborhood bar.

Having previously been mistaken for a professional prostitute, Vera was not unduly insulted by this man's assumption and blatant proposition. Curious at how this scene might progress and to take her mind off the useless speculation concerning Lajos Kiraly, she replied:

"$500.00"

The man visibly flinched and anxiously replied:

"Ouch! I guess I should not be surprised as you're easily the best looking whore I've ever seen here. Look I only got $100.00 to spend. What do you say to a blow job? We can do it in my car parked in the lot here. It is very early in the evening so you can't be losing much by taking time to sucking me off. You will still have lots of action available when you get back." 

'Well', thought Vera, 'a blow job was a blow job and it might take things off my mind. Besides the guy was willing to part with a hundred dollars for what he could have had for free.' Vera of course was wealthy enough that the $100 offer was not a factor in determining her mind, and besides she was not in fact a prostitute. Still Vera had grown up in poverty and she had a financial struggle to survive until she started receiving Larry's lucrative child support payments. Despite her wealth she remained frugal by nature and hated wasting money. So she was not about to reject the proffered $100 offered to her; at least it would more than cover for the outrageously overpriced drinks she was consuming at this bar. 

So she replied:

"Lead the way big boy!"

Having quickly downed her drink, Vera followed the gentleman out of the bar to his vehicle; which was a Ford Explorer with tinted glass. He was fairly comfortable despite the potential public exposure. Being a habitué of this bar he knew that its patrons were not in the habit of peering into the parked vehicles in the lot since activity of a sexual nature might be occurring.

He got into the driver's side as Vera got into the passenger's side, and thus was prepared for a quick exit after the blow job. Having availed himself of prostitutes before, he handed a one hundred dollar bill to Vera without being asked.

As Vera pocketed the bill into her purse, she said:

"I think for the money you paid me, you're entitled to see my titties. Perhaps you'd like to touch them? Maybe even suck on my nipples? No extra charge."

He replied a little impatiently:

"You can show them to me, but I haven't got all night. I can't be late meeting my wife, so quit stalling and start sucking my dick."

'Hmm', thought Vera, 'this is a reversal of the usual john-whore fucking situations.' Having befriended Kristina Vargas, the former prostitute, now owner of the Texas Love Ranch and a substantial client to Vera's accounting business, she became very well informed of the nature of prostitution as a business. Prostitutes referred to themselves euphemistically as "working girls" and such appellation had some appropriate truthfulness to it.

To be successful, a whore must satisfy her customers but also must turn over tricks as rapidly as possible; just like a restaurant would want to turn tables rapidly. Thus the whore is urging her "john" to cum as fast as possible while providing the fucking the client desires. The client of course is interested in the fucking so would normally want to prolong the experience as long as possible for maximum enjoyment. But in Vera's case it was her "john" who was in a hurry, and she, the presumed whore, who was interested in extending the activity. 

As Vera slid her dress off her shoulders to expose her ample boobs she sweetly asked:

"Well OK then baby here are my tits. By the way when you cum in my mouth do you want me to save it so you can taste some? Perhaps do a little snowball, and swap some of your cum?" 

The "john" was totally appalled and disgusted by Vera's suggestion. Apparently this type of kinkiness was beyond the pale of his sexual desires and proclivities and so he replied:

"Fuck no! What kind of a whore are you anyway? I thought you were high class not a skank." 

Vera smiled not taking any offence as she was getting in the mood of a fantasy with her being an actual prostitute.

So she replied:

"Oh I'm just a working girl that accommodates to all tastes. I want to make sure you get a big bang for your buck."

Without further banter Vera seized his cock which he had already exposed from his pants. She then bent her head down and started licking the bare flesh of his cock. She paid particular attention to slurping on the flesh just under the bulb of his cock. Her licking was of such a sensuous nature that it educed exquisite moaning from him. 

Then she used her full soft lips to surround his cock head and sucked his rod into her mouth.

To enhance her own enjoyment Vera closed her eyes and imagined the cock in her mouth was that of Lajos. She had not of course seen Lajos' cock but she knew instinctively it would not disappoint her. With her eyes closed she could participate in her fantasy. She was a courtesan and her client was the elegant Lajos Kiraly. Her imagination got the better of her as she vigorously sucked on his cock. She was moaning and squeaking in genuine sexual ecstasy.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 23



Vera's "john" was overwhelmed by the pleasure of this blow job. First of all, Vera's lips on his cock produced an exquisite pleasure he had seldom experienced. Her movement on his cock was intensely sensuous driving his pleasure sensations to a level he had never before experienced. Finally, Vera's enthusiasm with her participation heightened his ego and his perception of his own sexual prowess. He intellectually knew whores were jaded in sex but Vera's antics caused him to subconsciously believe he was man enough to satisfy a professional sex worker. 

Such thoughts were the engine that produced copious amount of sperm in his testes. Soon he was spurting it in her mouth. When he finished twitching Vera was licking his cock clean. Vera's additional licking after suspension of his ejaculation produced an excruciating tingling sensation felt in his spine. He actually started to perspire notwithstanding the lack of physical exertion on his part.

When Vera finished licking his cock, she returned to a sitting position. With a huge wicked grin she opened her mouth wide to display her now empty oral cavity. She smacked her lips leaving no doubt as to her genuine enjoyment of having ingested all his sperm.

The man was taken aback in shock. Realizing he had just experienced the best blow job of his life, he reached for his wallet. He pulled out a fifty dollar bill and handed it to Vera, saying:

"You deserve that. It's the best blow job I've ever had. Look if you're here next week at this time I'll probably have the $500 to spare."

Vera replied in somewhat alarm, since she certainly did not want to encourage him:

"I don't think I'll be here next week but thanks for the tip. I going to go now; I don't want you to be late for your wife."

Vera, having restored her clothing, left and got to her own vehicle deeming it not safe to return to the bar. She noticed she had received a text message on her cell phone from Natasha indicating she would be gone for the entire night. Vera sighed and realized she needed some good fucking herself. At this point she was unwilling to settle for the vagaries of picking up someone from a singles bar; hell she might be taken for a prostitute yet again! So she decided to contact Linda Snyder.

Linda and Vera had developed an unorthodox relationship. They had by now been lesbian lovers for four years with periodic couplings. Usually they got it on at Linda's behest whenever she was feeling particularly horny needing sex badly but her husband was unavailable. With the exception of the nine months duration of the affair with Jed Baxter, Vera was invariably available as she just kept having no luck in finding a man enjoyable enough to fuck never mind having any serious relationship.

The sex between Linda and Vera was always intense and absolutely totally passionate. And this was so despite the fact that each woman did not consider herself a lesbian; actually they did not consider themselves even bisexual. And they certainly knew they were not in love with each other. They chalked up their relationship as one of those things that happen in life totally unexpected and unforeseen.

In Linda's case she considered all her lesbian sex experiences to have occurred simply by pure happenstance. Her first lesbian sexual intercourse took place during her senior year in high school as her prom date was a lesbian. When Linda was in high school she was extremely sexually active. She probably craved for and had more sex than the most wanton nymphomaniac. Her activity naturally earned her a solid reputation as the school whore.

The school Linda attended was very clique orientated located in a tony suburb of Detroit, Michigan. There was definitely a societal hierarchy amongst the student body such that rendered Linda for her whorish ways a total social outcast and a pariah. 

The male students did indeed fuck Linda on the sly but none of them would dare date Linda in public for fear of being ostracized as well as mocked by their peers. Thus Linda had no date for her senior prom, and so her only girl friend suggested they go to the prom together since she did not have a date either. 

The girl, Rhonda Rivers, was a closet lesbian who had held a long interest in Linda. Because of the pervasive homophobic atmosphere in their high school, Rhonda had no choice but to keep her sexual orientation hidden. Her gaydar was sufficiently attuned to spot potential lovers amongst the females of the student body so that she did have some sex especially during her last two years in high school. 

Her only problem in staying in the closet was avoiding male attention without exposing her sexual preference. Rhonda was sufficiently attractive to entice various male students to ask her out. Fortunately for Rhonda, she was Jewish and had a legitimate excuse to refuse a date; her father adamantly forbid her dating gentiles. So strict was this rule imposed on her that Rhonda had always wondered if her father had known she was lesbian would he have refused her to date non Jewish girls. 

As her school had a very sparse Jewish representation, the few Jewish boys that there were; all had steady girlfriends so that none of them made a play for her. Consequently Rhonda had an unfettered opportunity to indulge in her sexual desires without raising suspicions.

As soon as Rhonda became acquainted with Linda she was smitten. Linda was easily the most beautiful girl in the school but she had no friends. Linda was an enigma as she did not seem too perturbed by her ostracism. Of course all the decent girls wanted nothing to do with her. She was friendless even amongst her perceived social equals, the other acknowledged sluts and whores of the school.

Given her wanton reputation Linda was constantly beset with taunting and jeering by her fellow students. However what infuriated her tormentors even more was the indifference Linda displayed when reacting to their bullying tactics. Of course the more nonchalant Linda appeared the greater the invective she experienced. Linda's sweet natural disposition kept her equilibrium intact in face of the endless badgering she endured. So good was Linda in avoiding any betrayal of hurt feelings that her teachers were oblivious to the scorn heaped upon her by her fellow students.

There was one thing that Linda did not tolerate. She would not abide anyone making fun of her sister, Brenda. Her sister, who was two years younger, had a hideously scarred face as a result of a childhood motor vehicle accident and subsequent surgery. Once Brenda entered high school, Linda was her protector. 

If anyone teased Brenda for her facial appearance no matter how innocuous Linda was in the face of the tormentor. She was not afraid to even physically attack anyone including males making fun of Brenda. As Linda was not in Brenda's company most of the time, she urged Brenda to inform her of anyone doing injury to her. Linda then retaliated against the wrongdoers.

Brenda quickly had no male tormentors. Although Linda could not totally beat up some of the males in the school, she did have a tremendous weapon to utilize against Brenda's male enemies. As the school whore all males knew they could fuck Linda simply by asking her. But it soon became apparent that she did not put out for those who made fun of Brenda. As the teenage male is always anxious for sex, being cut off from Linda's charms was definitely a deterrent from taunting Brenda Porter's physical appearance.

Brenda soon had no female tormentors either. Linda had no qualms of beating any girl senseless who slighted her sister. There was no female at the school who Linda was afraid of and her fighting skills were such that any girl in a fight with Linda would be bested. By Christmas time of her freshman year, Brenda Porter had a relatively easy time of it in high school free of bullying despite her off putting physical appearance. Linda attended a nearby community college after high school so that Brenda continued to benefit from her sister's protection even during her last two years in high school.

Linda's comportment as a social pariah intrigued Rhonda. She was amazed at the ability of Linda to endure the constant personal insults without retaliation. Yet her defense of her sister indicated she could have stopped the bullying against her had she wanted to. 

Rhonda could not admire Linda enough and so she befriended her in their junior year. Their fellow students were astonished by the friendship since Rhonda had a solid reputation and no enemies. Because of this friendship Linda's tormentors became less abusive towards her so high school life was a little more tolerable for her.

Rhonda was the only friend Linda had during her entire four years in high school. She understood from the outset why Linda had no other friends. Obviously the perceived decent girls would have nothing to do with Linda. Linda had a sharp mind and as a result her perceived social equals i.e. the sluts and whores of the school were too empty headed for Linda to contemplate a friendship. Rhonda, on the other hand, was a straight "A" student destined to go to Harvard for college. So in Rhonda Linda found an intellectual equal that she could easily get along with. 

Rhonda sensed that Linda had a dark secret to explain her slattern tendencies but Linda was very close mouthed. Whenever Rhonda asked why she screwed around so much. Linda merely replied that the guys asked and as she was on the Pill she saw no reason to refuse. 

During their friendship in the back of Rhonda's mind was the hope of having sex with Linda. However despite being so sexually active, Linda appeared nevertheless to be oblivious to lesbianism. It was a topic that held no interest for her. Thus she never picked up on the hints Rhonda casually dropped to suggest a lesbian encounter. 

For protection against things going sour, Rhonda was always careful about couching her hints subtlety. As a result Rhonda was never sure if Linda was simply ignorant about lesbianism and thus missed her unmistaken signals. Or was Linda so unequivocally heterosexual that she deliberately chose to pay no heed to Rhonda's disguised overtures.

Rhonda was naturally sexually frustrated by her friendship with Linda. She had the hope that as Linda was so blatantly promiscuous and sexually active it should have been an easy task to suggest to Linda to try some girl-on-girl sex if only for the curiosity and variety. However Linda continued to ignore Rhonda's innuendos of possible participation of lesbian sex.

Finally, an opening presented itself a couple of weeks before the prom in their senior year and Rhonda was not to be denied. As they were walking together going home from school, Linda complained:

"Shit Rhonda! The Prom is just two weeks away and I still don't have a date. I got my mother to spring for a great expensive dress but it looks like it will be going to waste."

Rhonda who naturally had up to then no interest in the prom asked nonchalantly:

"I'm kind of surprised, Linda. Why do you think you would have a date? Although you are the prettiest girl in the school you sure are not dating anyone. You just fuck." 

Linda explained:

"But that's my point. Look Rhonda most guys just want to get into a girl's pants. For the prom they want to get drunk and then fuck their date. But it is a tricky business for them since some girls will still not put out even on such an occasion. But everyone knows that I'm not shy in such matters. So I would have thought one of my fuck buddies would have asked me to the prom. Apparently such is not the case and I'm pissed. It's the only social thing in high school I've ever wanted to go to."

Sensing finally an opportunity for herself getting into Linda's pants, Rhonda replied:

"It doesn't have to be a total loss. You know I haven't a date either. It isn't unheard of for two girls to go to a high school prom together. I believe our high school tolerates it, so we can go together."

Linfa replied in resignation:

"Yeah OK but it won't be the same thing. I mean we will have only each other to dance with most of the night. I suppose I could sneak off with one of the guys for a quick fuck in a car or in a restroom but it would have to be pretty damn quick not to raise the suspicions of the guy's date. And in any case there would be no grand fucking at the end of the night to celebrate the end of our high school years."

Rhinda coyly responbed:

"Oh I wouldn't be too sure about that latter point."

"What do you mean?"

At this point Rhonda decided it was an "in for a penny in for a pound" situation and that if she was ever to fuck Linda this was the golden opportunity. 

So she replied:

"Don't be so dense, Linda. You do know that there are girls who love girls sexually?"

""Yeah I'm aware of that."

"And so...?"

"Well so what?"

"Well what do think about it?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing? C'mon Linda you must have an opinion. Does lesbianism disgust you?"

"Not particularly. And besides I'm the last person to be critical of someone else's sexual preferences."

"But have you ever thought of trying it yourself?"

Linda replied nonchalantly:

"It has never crossed my mind as one of the things to put on my 'to do list'." 

Rhonda took a deep breath and blurted out:

"Look Linda it is not just my family's insistence that I can only date Jewish boys, which has caused me to have no boyfriends. I'm a lesbian and if we do go to the prom together I intend to fuck you afterwards. So what do you say to that?"

Linda smiled sheepishly:

"Well, I don't think you get any marks for romantic seduction, Rhonda. But I guess I'm about to put 'have girl-on-girl sex' on my 'to do list' after all." 

The subsequent prom night was bittersweet for Linda. Although she had a wonderful time with Rhonda she was chagrinned that she did not have a traditional date. Linda was not vain about her good looks but still she was cognizant of her beauty. Although she could not give a shit about her reputation amongst her peers, still it humiliated her to think that no male in her school found it worth his while to ask her out for the prom. 

With such an attitude she was not able to derive the ultimate sexual pleasure with Rhonda. Although the sex was satisfactory and pleasant for a first time lesbian experience, Linda was not overwhelmed. She soon placed the experience out of her mind.

For Rhonda the date was likewise bittersweet. The sex with Linda was the successful culmination of a long held desire. So she enjoyed it by definition but she was aware that the sex for Linda was nothing special. So there was to be no relationship with the delectable Linda and Rhonda was saddened by such realization. However Rhonda was aware of the cliché of plenty of fish in the ocean. Once she got to Harvard she got into a most intense loving relationship and Linda became just a fond memory for her.

Linda's second lesbian experience in sharp contrast was a truly magical and totally enthralling sexual encounter. She was in essence seduced by her own sister and another who was to become her sister. One of the main differences in this encounter was that both her sister, Brenda, and her future sister-in-law Connie were straight and had stud boyfriends. 

Thus, in the minds of each girl was the belief that the sex between them was for pure hedonistic pleasure with no expectation of progression into an affair. Consequently the sex was almost animalistic as each girl gave vent to her inner passions and let go of any inhibitions they might have had.

Linda met Walter the very next day and of course Brenda and Connie resumed their love lives with their studs. Thus, nothing was made of this remarkable three-way lesbian interlude. Linda probably would have totally forgotten it had it not been for the fact that she and Connie had lesbian sex once thereafter when she was engaged to Walter. To this day Linda could not understand or explain to herself why she had succumbed to Connie's allure and had sex with her that one time.

Then came that night of the first lesbian sex with Vera. To be fair Vera did not seduce her. It happened because of some unfortunate circumstances, concerning Vera's secret lover' Richard Snyder, Walter's father and who had just died. That night Vera inadvertently learned from Linda that Richard had made her a beneficiary in his will with the potential of having their affair exposed. Luckily attorney-client privilege applied to keep Vera's affair with Richard a secret notwithstanding the implicit confession of the affair in the text of the will.

Vera was not sure of that at the time so she broke down in an inconsolable crying jag imagining all kinds of horrors that were about to descend upon her. Linda in comforting her had to resort to kissing Vera to calm her down. The kissing led to sex and the sex was simply great! It fulfilled perfectly each woman's need for the moment.

Prior to Linda the only significant lesbian sex, Vera had indulged in occurred during her four undergraduate years at the University of Chicago; when she fucked every member of her college rugby teams during those years. 

Prior to her freshman year she had been a kidnapping victim of a sexual deviant and subjected to a brutal torture and rape for a period of six weeks before she managed to escape. Her horrible suffering caused her to have an aversion to sex with men and hence she resorted to lesbian sex as the only sex she was able to tolerate and enjoy given her mental condition. Once her torturer was executed for his crimes Vera's mind was able to free itself from the malaise she had been in, so that she was again able to indulge in her main preference for straight sex. 

Then along came Linda. That night when Vera believed herself to be in a crisis she was very needy; and Linda was there for her. She naturally was truly grateful but the situation became very complicated. Linda confessed her notorious past and acknowledged her feeling of unworthiness. Despite previous therapy which did boost her self esteem and confidence, Linda still could not shake the feeling of not deserving her good fortune.

Linda had a wonderful husband who was totally in love with her; totally devoted and totally committed. If Linda needed any proof of Walter's love for her the fact that he could and did resist Vera's temptations stands out as prima facie evidence. 'Hell', mused Linda; she herself could not and did not resist Vera's sexual allure.

In the category of additional perks, Walter Snyder was a handsome man; certainly more handsome than any male Linda had ever encountered; just simply eye candy! Linda loved appearing in public with Walter at her side. In the mercenary category, Walter was a brilliant accountant and was part owner of a very successful accounting firm. So successful was the firm that after just four years in business Starikovich, Snyder and Company had become the largest local accounting firm in Chicago; easily surpassing Watson and Woodhouse, the firm both Walter and Vera worked for before quitting to start on their own. 

In addition Walter Snyder was a wonderful father to their six children. He was never too busy to read bed time stories to them, play with them and otherwise pay particular attention to each and every one of them. He obviously loved them but was also responsible to his duties as a father. He was a fair disciplinarian and an effective one. There was no doubt in Linda's mind that Walter's parental skills would be influential to their children growing up to becoming solid citizens.

And as if that were not enough virtues for one man to possess, Walter was a wonderful lover. He possessed an exceptional male package and knew how to use it. Sex with Walter was just perfect. He always satisfied her; the worst sex with Walter was exponentially vastly superior to the best sex she previously had experienced with any other man. Yes Linda knew emotionally and intellectually she had the finest husband she could ever have dreamed of or wished for.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 23



Perhaps it was too much of a good thing though. Linda had definitely a problem reconciling her licentious past to the respectability she enjoyed as Walter's wife. She was subject to frequent bouts of self loathing and feelings of unworthiness. She had to be on guard to fight off improper desires. She suspected that she had a death wish to sabotage her marriage in order to reinforce the notion that she was unworthy and prove it once and for all.

To fight this death wish she proceeded to get pregnant at every opportunity. Her hope was that as a mother of several children the inappropriateness of extramarital sex would become an anathema to her and a natural deterrent. She initially had a goal of bearing twelve children but realized that after the birth of her sixth child she had reached the limit of how many children she was capable of handling; so she had her tubes tied. Unfortunately the desire of extramarital sex remained lurking in the dark recesses of her subconscious mind.

Thus sex with Vera was a godsend for Linda. It satisfied her lusts while at the same time prevented her from harboring guilt feelings. She bought the notion first suggested to her by her sister that lesbian sex was just a substitute for heterosexual coupling when the latter was not available; something like akin to masturbation. It was just simply better and more satisfying than masturbation. 

Linda expanded the premise to believe that since no one equates masturbation with cheating on one's spouse so should lesbian sex not be considered cheating on one's marriage vows. Needless to say Linda was not interested in exploring the probable fallacy of such philosophy as she simply embraced it to quiet disturbing thoughts that she might be unfaithful to the man that is everything good to her.

As for Vera, sex with Linda satisfied some of her particular needs. Throughout her thirty-three years Vera had never had a long lasting satisfying love relationship. Her longest relationship was with Richard Snyder, Walter's father, but this affair was just plain sex without any intention on the part of either of them to transform their relationship to a higher plain. Both believed there affair was a short gap measure until Vera would inevitably find a man closer to her own age which would become her serious love interest.

With Richard's death, Linda was able to fill the void of enjoyable sex for Vera. With the exception of the affair with Jed Baxter and her participation at TLR orgies, Linda was the only outlet for satisfactory sex. Vera was notorious in having dates with men who did not float her boat.

The other benefit of having sex with Linda was that it kept Vera from forming an inappropriate desire for Walter, her business partner. Her affair with Jed Baxter demonstrated how problematic it was to mix business with pleasure. Although during the nine months of that affair, the business relationship between Jed and Vera seemed on the up and up, still Vera realized her attention to his business was not as professional as it ought to have been. Once Jed and Vera ceased to be romantically involved with each other their business relationship reverted to a normal professional level to the ultimate benefit of each other's business. 

Likewise, Vera knew intellectually an affair with Walter would wreck havoc on their firm and it would be unwise for such affair to occur. Having gotten to know Linda intimately she knew Linda would be devastated and possible go off the deep bend mentally if Linda discovered such an affair. Although Linda was not the ultimate passion in her life still their liaison meant that she had developed a loving regard and was therefore disposed not to hurt Linda. 

Thus their relationship acted as a deterrent to Vera from an ill advised sexual adventure. Vera was bemused at the irony that Walter Snyder was one of the few men she probably could have enjoyed great sex with; but because she was precluded from doing so, her consolation prize was that she ended up fucking both his father and then his wife. 

Given each woman's particular needs and that each women could satisfy those needs with each other they almost inadvertently progressed into a full-fledged affair, but without either one of them having had any intention to do so. As Walter and Vera were partners in their business it seemed natural for Vera and Linda to become friends. So no one, especially including Walter had any inkling of their lesbian affair or suspected them. Since the two women were not passionately in love with each other it was easier for them to visibly hide their true relationship and feelings for each other from others. Anytime they were seen together the circumstances were easily and always accountable.

For example on the night of Natasha's premier concert of the Dvorack's Concerto it was a natural for Linda to be Vera's guest since Walter had no interest in classical music. Since Vera's house was closer to the Symphony Center it was not remarkable for Linda to stay overnight with Vera rather than drive alone late at night to her Buffalo Grove home even as the distance from their homes was not that significant. Since Natasha spent that night with Dieter there was no impediment to Vera and Linda from a very joyous coupling with no one the wiser.

Often when Linda and Vera got together for sex it was Linda making the booty call; desperately needing sex and for some reason or another Walter was not available. This night with her mind in turmoil over the attraction she felt for Lajos Kiraly complicated by the fact that her daughter was fucking him; it was Vera who was the one in desperate need. The blow job with the "john" only exasperated her need.

So when Vera got a hold of Linda she tersely asked:

"Can you get over to my place right away?"

"Sure I can make an excuse to Walter, but won't Natasha be there?"

"No and that's part of the reason I need your body tonight."

"OK I'll be right over."

As Walter was reading bed time stories to their children, getting them ready for bed, Linda interrupted him to say:

"Walter honey, Vera just called. She's apparently in some sort of crisis over Natasha and needs my help so she needs to see me. Hope you don't mind if I pop over to her place and probably stay the night there. I should be back in time to make breakfast depending what her problem is. I'll certainly be back in time so you can leave for work as usual."

Walter did not mind his wife's absence as he was very tired having had an unusually hectic day at the office. He was more than ready to go to bed and to sleep and rest for what promised to be a tedious but intensely chaotic day at the office. 

Whenever he had sex with his wife it was never a mundane event; all his passions were invariably exerted every time. Of course given the choice between having sex and not having sex with Linda he would always choose the former. Still when the choice was removed such as this situation he was secretly relieved. Actually, considering the problems he was going to have to tackle at the office, he didn't mind if Linda was delayed from returning giving him an excuse to postpone leaving for the office the following morning. 

So he replied:

"That's fine honey and don't worry about returning promptly. I am the boss after all and I can be late if I want to without any fear of reprisal except from Vera of course." 

When Linda arrived at Vera's Morton Grove home and rang the bell, she heard Vera ask behind the door:

"Linda?"

"Yes it's me Vera."

With that the door opened partially, Vera's hand appeared and grabbed a hold of Linda and pulled her inside. The door was pushed closed as soon as Linda was inside, and she saw that Vera was stark naked. Vera obviously pulled her abruptly in so as to hide her nudity from any possible prying eyes on the outside. 

Once the door was securely closed Vera simply attacked her. One of Vera's hands was quickly inside Linda's panties and manipulating her pussy. The other hand pulled Linda's head towards her and Vera commenced a frantic kiss as their two bodies crashed against the door.

In an automatic reaction, Linda placed a hand into Vera's pussy. She was shocked to feel how wet Vera was. As her fingers maneuvered Vera's labia and clit there was an unmistakable sloshing noise clearly audible to the two of them had they been paying any attention to the sounds they were making. All sentient thoughts disappeared as Linda was squeaking in ecstasy enjoying the pleasure of the feel of Vera's touching. For her part Vera was grunting as she was aggressively masturbating Linda's cunt. 

The mutual orgasms came quick. The sudden attack of her body as soon as she was inside Vera's house caught Linda unawares only momentarily. Within seconds of the assault on her body, Linda was in a sexual euphoria. Vera's kissing and the use of her hands was so expertly effective that Linda broke off her kiss and was literally screaming her orgasm within it seemed like a minute later. It actually took longer but it still was the quickest orgasm Linda had ever achieved. To Linda's further surprise Vera was climaxing as well. 

Whenever Linda recalled this quick coupling, she always marveled at the brevity. The fact that her orgasm was as satisfactory as it was added to its mystique.

As their bodies separated, Vera wordlessly indicated that she wanted Linda to follow her to the bedroom and she started walking towards there. Vera's gait was somewhat unsteady betraying the physical effects of her reaction to her own orgasm. 

As Linda was following she was simultaneously shedding her clothes and managed to become completely naked by the time she got to Vera's luxurious king size bed. Vera sat down upright on her ass and thighs at the end of the bed. Linda climbed onto the bed astride of Vera and then lowered herself to rest her ass on Vera's lap to sit there with her legs resting on the bed.

Each woman then stuck the fingers that had frigged the cunt of the other into each other's mouth so that each woman tasted her own female juices. This sexual act was a spur of the moment unscripted lovemaking that neither one of them could subsequently explain the compulsion for doing it. After they had licked each other's fingers clean they remained in an intimate embrace and proceeded to an extremely prolonged and intense kiss. In sharp contrast to the brevity of that initial mutual masturbation to climax this kissing lasted longer than the average time for the usual sexual intercourse to climax. What prolonged the kiss was the outpouring of emotional regard each woman had for the other.

Linda and Vera did not love each other like most normal lovers would when in an affair that had lasted as long as theirs had. Linda truly was in love with Walter, her husband, both intellectually and emotionally. The sex with Vera did not lessen, hinder or impair her love and attachment to him. He owned her body and soul.

Likewise Vera knew Linda was not her romantic hope and desire; not like what it could have been with Lajos Kiraly were it not for Natasha.

Still each woman naturally developed a loving regard for each other. Linda admired Vera for all that she had accomplished; from a single mother at fourteen not having even started high school yet, to getting an MBA degree. From there with her husband, Vera was owner/partner of a very successful accounting firm. 

For her part Vera admired Linda as well. She even envied the more orthodox lifestyle Linda ostensibly led. Vera was in reality deep down in her soul an old fashioned girl and believed she would prefer to be like Linda i.e. a stay-at-home Mom raising six children. Ironically each woman felt inadequate in their own skin and yet saw the admirable attributes in the other and could not grapple why the other was so hard on herself.

The glue for their relationship was the absolute ability of each of them to satisfy the other's need. For Linda the sex with Vera paradoxically kept her marriage and family intact where otherwise it would probably be in jeopardy. For Vera the sex with Linda offered relief and joy from the mostly unsatisfactory sex life she had experienced throughout her adult life. Each woman was cognizant of their role in ensuring happiness to the life of the other and reveled in the success of providing that relief and need for the other.

Linda was that night particularly embroiled in the passion of their sexual coupling. Vera seldom had occasion to summon her for sex; usually it had been she that instigated their couplings. This time she knew there was a crisis that Vera would no doubt subsequently reveal and Linda was present to soothe Vera in her turmoil. Having been the recipient in the past of comforting sex from Vera to overcome her own emotional crises, Linda was determined to make this night's sex special.

Vera did indeed summon Linda for specific purpose of calming her nerves as a result of her meeting Lajos Kiraly and experiencing the acutest desire for him. These thoughts being uppermost in each woman's mind was what fueled the kiss. The physical pleasure of the kissing was secondary to the emotional realization of the bond they had developed to each other. Each was grateful for the needs that were being satisfied by the other.

Thus each woman was compelled not to just merely kiss for pleasure but to convey to the other recognition that the kiss was gratefully received. Thus there was no helping for it but that the kiss continued and continued and continued.

As the kissing continued a new feeling of protectiveness took over. Each woman had suffered horribly in the past. Linda was sexually abused as a child by her uncle. Vera was tortured and raped by a sadistic sex pervert when she turned nineteen. The ill effects of the horrors had been mostly subdued, and although dormant in their subconscious minds nevertheless the experiences were never forgotten. The embracing and kissing of each other was a most welcome balm. It had the comforting benefit to reinforce the idea that the past had been overcome; the monsters and demons have been defeated.

The kissing effect of relieving and soothing their past miseries eventually gave way to the growing feeling of pure lust and enjoyment thereof. At first both Linda and Vera were silent in their kissing. They just enjoyed the feel of their lips together. Their tongues dueled. Their breasts felt good touching each other and as their nipples brushed against each other the resultant sensation was electrifying. Their sexual aroma at first faint and providing a hint of the joy to come; started to dominate their activity.

Finally each woman started moaning and groaning in their ecstasy. They started perspiring. Since the actual physical exertion of their kissing was minimal thus their sweating was a clue as to how heated their lovemaking had reached. Each woman started moving but without breaking the kiss. After awhile, though, each of them had moved sufficiently from their initial positions such that each of them was completely on the bed with Vera lying flat on her back.

Now the lovemaking proceeded to a higher intensity. Linda broke off the kiss and scrambled her body to assume the 69 position on top of Vera. Linda wrapped her hands around Vera's thighs and stuck out her whole tongue to lap up Vera's labia. She licked and licked to absorb all of Vera's moisture. The feel of Vera's female juices on her tongue was orgasmic in of itself. 

The smell of Vera was now powerfully strong and Linda was inhaling it eagerly to capture all of her essence. Her mind previously occupied by thoughts of her happiness being with Vera now went blank; and all sentient thought evaporated. Instead exquisite pleasure sensations flooded into her brain compelling her to groan and moan as she was eating out Vera.

With the way Linda positioned her trunk over her face, Vera had easier access to Linda's anus and perineum while it was a somewhat strained reach to her vagina. So for the time being Vera was content in licking Linda's ass hole and the crack of her ass while simultaneously fingering her cunt. Linda's female smell was stronger than her own and had the effect of completely turning Vera on. Soon Vera was groaning and moaning as enthusiastically as Linda.

As passion of their lovemaking raged on, Linda placed her mouth to completely surround Vera's clit. She then sucked into her mouth the entire hood and she clamped down hard at the base of the clit. Vera only gave out a sharp gasp of pain but otherwise did not exhibit any other distress in reaction to Linda's brutal bite. As Vera's clit hardened, Linda was licking the bud vigorously. Vera's grunts became progressively more pronounced with the continued stimulation of her clit.

Linda's anus gaped under Vera's oral administrations. As her hole widened Vera furrowed her tongue and pushed it into the anal canal. Having successfully penetrated the rosebud opening, Vera was able to swirl her tongue along the walls of the rectum causing delightful reactions to Linda's libido.

Vera had stuck together her fingers of the hand penetrating Linda's cunt to form an ever widening arrowhead. Halting her previous activity of stimulating Linda's labia, Vera began concentrating in penetrating her hand slowly as far as she could into Linda's love canal.

Once Vera had her hand almost completely submerged into Linda's cunt, Linda stopped her oral action and straightened herself upright resting on her knees and screamed out an agonizing shriek of pain. Her forehead glistened with sweat.

Then amazingly enough she made no effort to disengage. As Vera's hand had become immobile and frozen inside Linda's vagina, Linda slumped over and braced herself with her hands resting on Vera's thighs. Then Linda slowly ever so slowly pumped her cunt up and down along Linda's hand. Simultaneously she continuously twisted and gyrated her cunt on Vera's penetrating hand. All this time, she was loudly cursing up a storm belying the excruciating pleasure that was coursing throughout her body.

In truth Linda was experiencing pain and pleasure in equal measure. She was also in the midst of a protracted orgasm that was truly unlike anything she had ever experienced. Vera for her part had reached a weird but intense climax of her own as soon as she heard Linda scream. Then as Linda continued her antics, Vera's mind went completely blank and all that Vera physically saw was total whiteness. Her eyesight was of no use to her at this point in time as her empty mind had temporarily blinded her.

Finally Linda screamed again as her orgasm arrived to its ultimate crescendo. Then Linda's cunt disengaged from Vera's hand simply by the expedient of Linda toppling over to her side as she had lost control of her equilibrium. On her side Linda was hyperventilating something fierce and her perspiration was effectively wetting the sheet supporting her forehead. Vera for her part was temporarily shivering as her blank mind had no control over her body whatsoever. The two of them lay in a zombie like state for quite some time; Linda on her side in a self induced fetal position, while Vera's body once having ceased the brief shivering remained motionless on her back.

Vera was first to recover. She simply left the bed to fetch a bottle of white wine and a pair of glasses. When she returned Linda had likewise recovered and was resting with her back against the head board. As they were sipping the wine neither woman was inclined to comment or rehash their just completed intense sexual intercourse. Instead Vera explained her feelings and her issues with having met Lajos. Linda was totally empathetic to Vera's problems but could offer no solutions. Vera's dilemma was obviously beyond the realm of normal life problems and there was no known paradigm available for reference and advice.

The women had a perfunctory coupling before falling asleep. Linda awakened in time to take a shower and return home to make breakfast for Walter and her children.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 24



When Vera abruptly left the kitchen after her embarrassment, Natasha and Lajos were taken aback but each had different reactions. 

Natasha simply considered Vera's escape at face value in arriving at the obvious conclusion. Her mother, thinking Lajos did not know Russian, had uttered a saucy observation. When discovering that Lajos had understood her, it was understandable that her mother would want herself to become scarce. Natasha did not delve any further at the substance of Vera's remarks as it would be unproductive from her viewpoint. And she thought no further about her mother's departure as the impending sex with Lajos was now her uppermost thought in her mind.

Lajos, on the other hand, had truly mixed emotions. When he met Natasha that May night, he remembered vividly his overwhelming realization that she was the woman specifically meant for him. It was a realization not just simply a belief. It was revealed as an absolute truth to him as an absolutely certain truth as say when he learned 2 + 2 = 4. He had never had such a feeling before when attracted to a woman.

With his sex appeal, he was inundated with female admirers and he certainly had fucked more than his share of women. Because of his appeal he had the luxury of discriminating. It went without saying that he disdained unattractive women but he could also ignore the vacuous and empty headed ones as well. As a result his female companions were truly awesome women. Some of the women were very prominent as well so that his dates received constant attention in the high society and entertainment press.

Although known to the classical music world for his prowess in playing the piano, his prominent social life made him also somewhat known to the general public. His fame started snowballing. The more flashy women he dated; the more publicity he garnered; the more invitations to high society he received. In a relatively short time he became the ultimate jet setter and included in everyone's list of the most beautiful people of society in the world.

In that short time he had become jaded in his tastes for beautiful women. There was an underlining commonality in the women he dated that he found unsettling and he started to suffer ennui. It was the artificiality of his social life that was disillusioning him. 

Yes he dated and fucked prominent and substantial women not bimbos. Still he could sense that these women were going through life with an agenda. They dated him because he suited their life goals and aspirations. His position in society is what made him attractive to them not any personal attributes, he might possess.

To be fair though his own rationale for dating the women he did date was for the same motive as theirs. They seemed to fulfill his criteria for a successful life. He also realized that he did not see any worthwhile personal attributes in them because he really wasn't looking for it. What was important was to be identified with them publically which would supplant any personal needs. 

His sex life truly bought home to him the artificiality of his existence. All his dates without exception seemed to have a manual in their head listing all the dos and don'ts for sex. Consequently there was no spontaneity in the sex he experienced. Each of his dates seemed to have rigid guidelines of what they would do and won't do in sex; when and when not to have sex. They would adamantly refuse any sexual act they would deem inappropriate. They definitely would refuse to have sex at a time or circumstances they deemed inappropriate. 

Thus the only variety he had in sex was the different set of standards each female possessed. For example one woman would refuse to perform fellatio but would not object to sodomy; whereas another woman would be the complete opposite in such tastes. One would allow cunnilingus another would not. The list goes on. In essence the main reason he dated so many different women was to find the right set of combinations and permutations of sexual likes and dislikes he could be content with.

What stoked his instant attraction to Natasha, when he was introduced to her that May, was his instinctive belief she was the sexual animal he had been seeking in a mate for himself.

In his subsequent brief conversation with Dieter that night, fortuitously for Lajos, the maestro let slip out that Natasha had two other lovers beside himself. This factoid reinforced in Lajos' mind that Natasha possessed the desired wantonness he found lacking in his lovers.

He also was well aware that Natasha had paid no attention to him but he took that as a sign that she was loyal. She may have other lovers but each of them gets her full attention when she is with them.

The sex with Natasha that afternoon in the recording studio confirmed the correctness of his initial infatuation with her. The event surpassed all his fantasies of exquisite sex. 

The matter-of-fact way Natasha proposed sex was more brazen than he imagined in his wildest fantasy of how a sexual woman would act. Her absolute nonchalant demeanor in disengaging herself from him upon the culmination of the 69 oral sex activity to resume playing the violin in full view of Phil Newhouser astonished him. Oh yes he concluded Natasha was the woman for him.

But now he met her mother, Vera Starikovich. Lightening struck twice! His reaction on meeting Vera was exactly the same reaction he had upon meeting Natasha. Vera was the woman for him! This feeling did not replace the notion that Natasha was the women for him. Instead, he was now confronted with the unbelievable fact that there were two women equally as the one woman destined for him!

The fact that Vera and Natasha were mother and daughter and so alike was no doubt what produced the conflicting certainty of who was Lajos' true love. Actually Lajos sensed that if he had been attracted to two unrelated women simultaneously there would be no dilemma. He would merely ruthlessly conduct simultaneous affairs until he would tire of one of them or one of them would tire of him. But this strategy would not do with Vera and Natasha.

For one thing Vera inadvertently betrayed her total unabashed attraction to him. He could discern a genuine underpinning of a yearning for him in her unguarded observation. Thus Lajos was able to correctly deduce Vera's quick exit. 

It was not just embarrassment that made her flee the scene but it was a deliberate attempt to escape the possibility of a potentially painful love triangle. He had no doubt that Vera would have stayed and started flirting with him despite her unguarfded remarks if she weren't Natasha's mother.

So he was in a real quandary. Had he not met Vera, his immediate and future romantic goals were clear cut; to fuck Natasha senseless in the short term and in the long term to commence a hot torrid sensual relationship leading to some kind of a mutual commitment. But now having met Vera he was seized with the determination and the desire to get to know Vera sexually as well. The tricky part in his desires was that he would not want in any way to rid himself of Natasha in favor of Vera.

With all these thoughts whirling in his head, he quickly came to the conclusion that no matter what may happen later, it was imperative to focus on the now. Ergo to fuck Natasha senseless was the immediate concern and the future will await another day. 

After Natasha had suitably stored Olga (her violin) away and having texted Vera that she would not be around until the next morning, they headed to his hotel room.

As soon as they entered the room the urgent need for sexual congress overpowered them simultaneously. Without prompting, Natasha dropped her skirt and removed her panties. She backed herself against a wall and next to a chest of drawers. She pulled open an appropriate drawer and then lifted her right leg at right angles to her body to rest her heel against the edge of the pulled out drawer. Lajos in the meantime had lowered his slacks and briefs to free his cock and thus was able to immediately impale her as soon as she was in position.

Natasha quickly had her arms around his shoulder to steady herself in the resultant intercourse. The fucking was fairly brisk but very animalistic. Natasha as a matter of course grunted at each thrust of his penis but the sound of her grunts was totally foreign to the usual timbre of her voice. He also grunted in a fashion totally out of his normal character. 

These sounds they both emitted gave their fucking the primeval quality. The fucking was soon over as each of them cursed out vocally to signal the occurrence of their respective climaxes. The completion of their coitus was so quick that Natasha did not get uncomfortable or fatigued from her awkward position nor did Lajos get stiff from his rigid positioning.

Wordlessly they separated and undressed. Once Natasha was completely naked she went to the bed and plopped into it. On her back on top of the bedcovers with her head resting on a pillow she spread her legs to invite him. 

Having gotten totally naked he climbed onto the bed and was on top of her. Although his cock had wilted somewhat since the completion of his ejaculation, it still was sufficiently erect to allow him to easily penetrate her vagina. After a quick few strokes he was rock hard again delivering as much physical pleasure as she could ever imagine she would desire.

This time the pace he set was languid. The initial sex previously at the door had been instinctively quick for the purpose of soothing and satisfying the built up sexual tensions. It's natural for anxieties to form even to the most sophisticated lovers in anticipation of forthcoming sex. However once the pleasure endorphins had been released from the prison of societal imposed sexual restraints, a true connoisseur of sexual bliss would not want to rush the pleasure. So Lajos took it slow so as not to cheat himself of the most exquisite lovemaking he was likely to experience.

He had fucked arguably some of the most glamorous and desirable women in the world. But every one of those experiences paled in comparison to fucking Natasha. He easily could identify the difference. 

When fucking those women it became patently obvious that the main concern these women had was to ensure that they were experiencing great sex. To achieve this end they acted robotically governed by an inner belief of what constituted great sex. A subsequent coupling with one of his dates confirmed without a doubt his suspicions. There was absolutely no variety in the sexual activity by his female partner. It all became a blur and if he fucked a woman five times he could not differentiate any one of the occasions; they were all the same.

Ah but Natasha was different as day was to night. For thing she was a natural sexual being. Even though he had only started his relationship with Natasha already her sexuality was an open book to him. He could tell she had virtually no aversion to most sexual activity. She was capable of giving great sexual pleasure even to men she had no particular regard for. 

When Dieter advised him that she had two other lovers beside him, Lajos surmised that she was the sexual highlight of their presumed pathetic sex lives. Whereas they were mere blips in her sexual history; men she had fucked but were otherwise nothing to write home to mother about.

As he thought mother, Lajos flinched in his lovemaking as the image of Vera momentarily flashed in his mind. However he quickly banished such idle thought from his brain with the caveat that he would have to deal with this issue in the future. 

This did though lead him to speculate on the ultimate pleasure of fucking Natasha. She was the woman solely meant for him. In his mind that was a certain fact not a belief. That Natasha was his woman was just as an absolute fact as the fact that the sun rises from the east.

The absolute fact that she was his woman was not negated by the knowledge that she had previous lovers; even ones she might have truly loved like no doubt Dieter. Nor would the fact that she may experience even more lovers even while still with him negate the certainty of their special bond.

He actually believed he would not be jealous in such eventually since the love bond between him and her was inviolate. Besides he knew he was still going to fuck other women; his lifestyle made that unavoidable. In particular he knew he was going to fuck Vera.

With the thought of Vera again intruding in his mind he flinched yet again in his lovemaking. This time he was successful in banishing Vera from his mind for the remainder of the evening so that he was able to enjoy Natasha unfettered by unwelcome speculations. 

As his fucking continued at a snail's pace, his brain atrophied. His intellect was protesting. Quit thinking--just enjoy! And enjoy he did! His body became lightweight as the pleasure sensations emanating from the friction of his cock moving in her cunt travelled throughout his blood stream. Soon he was experiencing tingling pleasures everywhere.

As she had entrapped his body within her arms and legs he collapsed unto her. When he realized his mouth was at her ear he latched on to it. He actually swallowed the entire ear into his mouth and started licking her inner ear. He had not formed the intention to please her; only to give relief to the tension build up which was paving the way for his eventual ejaculation. However the feel of his tongue on her inner ear caused her brain to melt; she lost the capability of any sentient thought until she was well into her after glow.

Natasha was in sexual heaven as he was fucking her. She was perhaps not as enraptured with him as he was for her but still she sensed he was THE special MAN in her life. She had believed Reggie Williams was her soul mate but now she had her doubts. The fucking at the recording studio was magical. She honestly believed that this copulation unleashed all inhibitors in her body thus made her capable of producing the exquisite recording of the Enescu Sonata. 

The fucking at the door of his hotel room was pure animalistic sex just what she needed. Now this first relaxed fucking session was just simply heavenly!

Natasha grunted at each thrust of his penis in her vagina. But this was not the guttural grunt of the previous quick coitus. This time her grunts were more like high pitched squeaks, but they were delivered in sultry yet agonizing tones. The slowness of his strokes combined with the actual feel of his huge cock stuffing her cunt caused her passion to rise to a euphoria at a measured pace. Each stroke promised that her orgasm would arrive at the next stroke. 

When she did not climax as expected on that next stroke she was not disappointed. Instead she thought herself foolish to be prepared to settle for a second best orgasm whereas luckily the very next stoke promised to usher in an even better orgasm. The continuous strokes of his lovemaking thus raised the bar for the joy she could anticipate when she would actually reach her climax. 

Then when he started licking her inner ear she was lost. Her mind blanked. She actually had an orgasm before she had an orgasm. Then she had another orgasm when he swirled his tongue in her ear; a different sensation then his licking.

Finally she started feeling his cum flooding her vagina, and she climaxed again. However the feel of his ejaculation was not of the normal explosive kind that she was used to. Instead his cum was seeping out of his cock. It brought to her mind of the imagery of lava flowing down a volcano. But then she saw stars and fireworks and she let out an agonizing scream as she realized later she had experienced yet another orgasm. 

As Lajos detached from her, Natasha finished screaming but she then commenced panting. She was also perspiring something fierce and her whole body was convulsing. Upon seeing her antics, Lajos broke into a huge smile. He could easily see that she had undergone some intense orgasms, and of course his male ego soared as he attributed his sexual prowess to be the major factor to her obvious exquisite pleasure. 

So he ventured:

"Well Natasha my love, I believe this confirms the chemistry between us. Not to boast but I have made love to some spectacular women but you are hands down the most spectacular. No one can hold a candle to you."

Natasha dazed in her afterglow, but nevertheless still managed a wicked smile of her own and responded:

"I feel truly honored. I am aware of some of the women you have dated so I'm impressed to be included favorably in such august company. I can only boast of one previous spectacular lover, Dieter and you are definitely better. Of course now that he is dead, you won't have to fear competition from that source."

Lajos laughed and replied:

"Touché! Although my major competition has been eliminated, it still behooves me to truly satisfy you so that you won't be inclined to seek new competition."

"Oh I don't think you have to worry about competition or my straying. I cannot imagine better lovemaking than what I've gotten from you. Once one tastes steak then hamburger isn't so appealing."

"Yes but when steak is not available then hamburger will suffice. All this talk of food is making me hungry. I think I'll order us a meal from room service. Then we can explore some more steak indulging. My intention is to fuck your brains out."

"A noble goal dear sir, but it's getting late. Don't you have an early flight to catch? Don't you want to get some sleep?"

"The flight to Buenos Aires is eighteen hours long in total. I'll have plenty of time to sleep then. There really is nothing worthwhile to do on an airplane anyway, except read. Mind you if we happen to be on a plane together to pass the time I would induct you into membership to the Mile-High Club."

"The Mile-High Club?"

"It's considered that if you make love on a plane while in flight you have become a member of the Mile-High Club."

Natasha was bemused by this factoid but with a practical mind asked:

"Well I understand planes fly usually more than 30,000 feet above ground which if my math is right that means a little more than five miles. So why don't they call it the Five Mile-High Club."

"Ah Natasha you are being a bit too discriminatory. By labeling it just a mile high it means club membership is open to any couple having sex in thr air so long as the plane is flying at least a mile high. You see some people have issues with public sex but still want to partake in the sexual experience of fucking in flight. So they hire a small private plane that normally is only allowed to fly about a mile high. Such planes naturally have the cockpit and cabin separated to ensure privacy for the couple. I understand one can hire a plane for such purpose for as little as a thousand dollars." 

Natasha, now totally bemused by such weird behavior and desires, responded:

"Oh poo! That's cheating. It takes away all the novelty and the surreptitious excitement of becoming a member of the club." 

Lajos laughed heartedly at her sardonic conclusion and queried:

"And so my favorite violin virtuoso, I take it that you would not object to becoming a member but only be it the usual way of fucking in the plane's lavatory?"

"With you! You can count on it. Say while we're waiting for room service perhaps we can do a quickie? I heard mention of something about fucking my brains out. You wouldn't want to squander any opportunity to achieve such a lofty goal now would you?"

And so they fucked and fucked and fucked throughout the night. The only respite from the fucking was eating and bathroom breaks. Lajos had admirable stamina that night. His focus in Natasha was so intense that after each ejaculation it took very little effort on his part to get aroused again sufficiently to fuck her anew. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 24



Just a couple of strokes of his cock by her hand would do the trick; likewise a few licks of her tongue on his cock was also successful. He would on occasion eat her out and that activity would instantly make him erect especially when she was particularly juicy from a just completed coitus.

Natasha submerged into the sexual marathon with her whole body and soul. She had previously discerned that Dan Pearson had dominated her in their lovemaking while Dieter possessed her in their lovemaking. With the lovemaking of Lajos it was a union of their bodies and souls. It was not a matter of domination but rather an out of body experience. She did not feel that she was being fucked per se but rather she felt she was floating in air enveloped in a cloudy atmosphere savoring her sexual ecstasy.

Natasha did not perceive his cock in her cunt as an invasion of her body. Instead she viewed it as a physical manifestation of the mystical union of their souls; evidence of their bond to each other if you will. Each of his ejaculations she imagined was his transfer of his essence a special gift just for her. With such imagination her frequent orgasms throughout the night was proof positive to her that she was incapable of containing her pleasure of him even were she inclined to do so.

Their sexual marathon lasted about eight hours until he had to stop and shower so he could catch his plane on time. Each of them acknowledged to themselves it was a night of the wildest sex ever. This was a genuine belief on each of their parts despite that there was little by way of variety in their sexual activity. They only employed two positions: the standard missionary position and with her riding and facing him. There was little oral sex and no anal sex; no kinky sex whatsoever. 

It was of course not a case that such sexual variety was lacking in each of their sexual repertoires. It just so happened that their sexual need for this evening was being totally satisfied simply by the continuous repetitive of standard simple sex. They each knew this was not a one night stand but rather the commencement of a long lasting relationship most likely leading to some sort of commitment. Thus there was no frantic desire for variety since there would be plenty of opportunities for such. Instead the need was to copulate for the purpose of confirming their destiny to each other.

Consequently Lajos was able to catch his plane on time and was instantly asleep. His sleep was interrupted only by the layovers in Miami and Sao Paulo so that when he finally arrived in Argentina, he was actually refreshed. 

For her part Natasha had just enough energy to drive herself home. She literally crawled to her bed and was so fatigued that she did not notice the presence of Linda Snyder in the house.

This then was the beginning of the long distance romance of Lajos and Natasha. Their romance was long distant not simply because he resided in Budapest while she was in Chicago, but that he was booked solid for concerts all over the world for the ensuing next three years. In addition there were spaces of time allocated for recordings so that in essence he had little free time. 

His agent had made these bookings on the premise that coupled with the previous three years this temporary very heavy exposure on the concert stages throughout the world would establish a solid unshakeable reputation for him as the premier pianist of his generation. His career would then be set for life and he would thereafter have the luxury to revert to much lighter and reasonable concert schedule.

So Lajos and Natasha kept in contact with each other via modern communications. Besides simple everyday orthodox communication between them, they also indulged in phone sex with each other; they texted and exchanged emails. With the acquisition of a web cam they exchanged views of their naked bodies to partially satisfy their lusts for each other. And they planned and scheduled the occasional rendezvous.

During her second year at Northwestern, Lajos was able to schedule three brief weekend visits to Chicago. As Vera was called out of town during each one of those occasions, Natasha and Lajos had the Morton Grove house to themselves. And they made the most of it fucking nonstop from mid Friday afternoon as soon as he had deplaned and Natasha was able to whisk him home to late Sunday afternoon when he had to catch a plane to go somewhere else.

Lajos wanted to stay at a hotel but Natasha insisted they fuck at her home. She made it clear to him that once these three years of heavy concert booking schedule was completed and he would then have a much lighter schedule she intended that they live together. Actually his heavy schedule for now would work fine for her goals and ambitions as by then she would be finished with her studies at Northwestern. 

Although when she was in her senior year at high school she had had no discernable goals or ambitions, her freshman year at Northwestern changed all that. She loved her studies and knew she desired a degree above all else. Her education and studies prepared her skills for composing original music. So she now had ambitions to become a world renowned composer. 

She was encouraged that her own composition included in her initial CD album received unanimous praise from music critics. And of course her concert career was off to a flying start. The new music director of the Chicago Symphony had no problem in booking Natasha as a guest soloist for various performances throughout that season while she was in her sophomore year.

The arrival of Lajos Kiraly into her life just made the circumstances of her existence perfect. Natasha was not overly concerned about eventually becoming formally married to Lajos. In her view marriage especially between her and Lajos was merely a legal acknowledgment of an actual fact. Yes a wedding ceremony can be a delightful social event but it's not a requirement to bind a couple together.

So as far as she was concerned she was already bonded to Lajos and that they would eventually reside together was a foregone conclusion. Whether they lived in his hometown of Budapest in Hungary or in hers of Chicago or in any other place for that matter was of little concern to her; but they would be living together right after these three years. 

That is why she insisted that when he was able to schedule those three weekends in Chicago that they spend the time in her residence rather than in a hotel room. To stay at a hotel room would signify that they were just having an affair whereas staying at her home confirmed that they were a couple.

In light of his subconscious but undeniable attraction to Vera, Lajos was worried of complications in being in her presence while obviously making love to her daughter. He was also worried that his attraction towards Vera might become too obvious making Natasha uncomfortable and that would ruin everything. 

So he protested to Natasha suggesting it would be awkward for them to be at her home with her mother around. Surely her presence would tend to discourage them from engaging in uninhibited sex.

But Natasha set aside his protests:

"You need not worry, Lajos. As I told you before my mother and I have a very close relationship. She does not begrudge me a full and active sex life. Besides as she has on occasion brought a lover to her bedroom with me around, she is in no position to protest when the shoe is on the other foot."

Lajos had to reluctantly agree as Natasha was adamant on this point. As it so happened Vera was not around on any of those three weekends and so Lajos' apprehensions were for naught. There was therefore no impediment to their hot sex at her home. As a result he had likewise come to the foregone conclusion that he and Natasha were a committed couple. It would be simply a matter of time when a more permanent common living arrangement between them would become established.

Natasha Starikovich was thus a very happy camper indeed throughout her sophomore year at Northwestern University. In contrast her mother Vera Starikovich was miserable despite to all outward appearances that she had no cause to be so. 

She was a very successful young woman. At thirty-four years of age she was financially independent, which is a euphemism that means she was wealthy or filthy rich. With her partner she started an accounting firm five years previous that expanded at such a fast rate that it had already become the largest local based accounting firm in Chicago.

Having acquired the famous female vocalist Pamela Rose as a client opened the door to diversify her business and expand it further. Pamela's mother Hannah who had been Pamela's manager and agent immediately warmed to Vera and trusted her completely. Thus Hannah was happy to retire and enjoy her peculiar sex life to the fullest as she cheerfully handed the management of Pamela's career over to Vera. With Pamela as a client other celebrities soon joined as clients as well. With the influx of show business clients she was forced to open offices in Los Angeles and in New York. 

The Texas Love Ranch was also a source of clients. Kristina Vargas was so pleased with Vera's firm that she recommended her to all members. Soon Vera had to open an office in Dallas as well. Vera's partner, Walter Snyder, was an exceptional wizard at investment counseling and his expertise was truly appreciated by their clients which in turn by word of mouth attracted even more clients. 

The firm of Starikovich and Snyder just mushroomed to gargantuan proportions so quickly but so naturally that it became an established business entity leaving the impression that it had been around for a substantial amount of time.

Yes Vera had a lot to be proud of. Considering she was a mother of a child before she stepped one foot into high school, made her success truly remarkable. 

But she was miserable nevertheless. Why was she miserable? She believed herself to be miserable because she declared that her love life sucked.

Now if she were to be dispassionate she would have to admit given her hectic very busy business life she could not expect to be energetic enough to explore and pursue a full fledged torrid passionate burning love life. Objectively she acknowledged that in truth all things being equal, she had a satisfactory sex life. She was not celibate. She had an ongoing lesbian sexual affair with her partner's wife, Linda Snyder. True it was not a romantic love relationship but still the sex was great.

And she had all the great heterosexual sexual experience she could want with her membership and participation in the Texas Love Ranch. The orgies she went to always satisfied her. The sex there satisfied her itch. So why was she was miserable?

She knew. She had no LOVE in her life.

Given her material success in her life, she probably could have lived without the love and be satisfied with her sex life such as it was had she not met Lajos Kiraly. 

This was the man she could love. In fact she did love him despite having only been in his company a mere few minutes. She just knew in her bones this was the man meant for her. All the other men previously in her life were just dress rehearsal for him. Oh yes she believed a love affair with Lajos Kiraly would rival the love of all time; greater than any of the legendary couples: Romeo-Juliette; Anthony-Cleopatra; Tristan-Isolde; Darcy-Elizabeth. For that matter name any pair of lovers renowned for their love for each other, it would not signify to Vera. She knew a love affair with Lajos would be greater than theirs.

But she could not have him. He was her daughter's lover and ergo off limits. And that just sucked and that is what made her miserable. 

Vera had a very close relationship with her daughter. Much closer than norm in that there were virtually no secrets between them. In particular they were absolutely candid with each other about their sexual experiences and feelings. No doubt the closeness of their age difference fostered the frankness on such an intimate matter. Natasha naturally did not consider her mother ancient, which is the usual attitude of children towards their parents. That being the case, their sexual discussions were very freely exchanged. 

Although Vera was somewhat reticent in that she did not describe in graphic detail relating her sexual experiences, still Natasha was aware that her mother attended orgies at the TLR and had a secret lesbian affair with Linda Snyder. Natasha had no inhibitions in describing her sexual experiences and she would relate the same to Vera as she would to her closest girlfriend.

Consequently Vera was continuously kept informed of the progress of Natasha's love affair with Lajos. She bore the descriptions and the recountings with remarkable and admirable sang-froid despite inwardly being embroiled with intense conflicting emotions. Her love for Natasha meant that she was overjoyed at her daughter's happiness. But her love for Lajos made her jealous and green with envy. She knew her latter reaction and feelings were ignoble and despicable. But she could not help experience such feelings and this also made her miserable.

In their discussions, Vera was the first to learn of each impending visit of Lajos to Chicago. She was aghast at Natasha's intention to entertain Lajos at their home while she would be present. As Vera had on rare occasions bought a date home and on some nights had Linda over as well while Natasha was home, she knew she had no credibility in insisting that Natasha book a hotel room with Lajos. She also knew she could not endure being in the house at the same time Natasha and Lajos were getting it on. 

For her own self preservation, every time Natasha advised the arrival of Lajos, she subsequently advised that business matters caused her to be away the very weekend Lajos was to appear. Since her business had become so successful the excuse had authentic plausibility. Instead what Vera did was to schedule a Friday night session with Linda and to go to a weekend orgy at the Texas Love Ranch.

The session with Linda was a little tricky to arrange, since Linda's first priority was her husband. However their affair had now progressed to the stage were each of them were not adverse to the occasional tryst just for the sheer pleasure of it. 

Although Vera and Walter were equal partners and co-owners of Starikovich, Snyder & Co., still between them they had an unstated understanding that Vera had the absolute ultimate authority to direct the firm. Since Natasha had given plenty of advance warning of Lajos's visits, there was enough lead time for Vera to arrange for a work situation that would compel Walter to be away for business on the designated Friday night.

Since Linda had six children there was no practical way to arrange for a total nonstop sexual weekend with her especially at her house. Accordingly in the morning Vera caught a plane to Dallas to finish the weekend with the orgy at TLR. As Vera and Kristina Vargas had become fast friends and as Vera's accounting service was particularly invaluable to the business of the TLR, she was accorded special privileges in that she was able to attend any orgy at will.

To stay away Vera of course could have simply booked a hotel room in Chicago during these Lajos visits. However her emotions were extremely wrought by the bald awareness of her daughter's sexual activity and with the man she herself was infatuated with. To calm her nerves she needed good sex for herself as an antidote. For good sex her only reliable means were Linda and the TLR orgies.

One Friday August evening, a few weeks before the start of Natasha's junior year at Northwestern, and a little more than a year later to the date when she had first met Lajos, Vera was at the dining room table doing some business related assignments. 

In addition she was writing thoughts in her personal diary. When Vera started her firm she was forced as a matter of course to keep and maintain a detailed business diary to avoid being swamped and overwhelmed with the minutia of running her business. With the discipline of making constant entries in her work diary it was natural for her to start a personal diary. This diary then became her written source to compile her feelings. Such exercise proved very beneficial for Vera as it provided a catharsis against her negative outlook.

Natasha was home with her practicing her violin with the purpose of trying out one of her new compositions. The doorbell rang at about eight o'clock that Friday evening. Natasha answered it and discovered to her shock but absolute delight it was Lajos! Apparently an unforeseen quirk in his schedule developed that week that he was able to make this unexpected visit to Chicago.

Desiring to take her by surprise, he gave no advance warning as he took a cab from the airport. Natasha was absolutely gleeful at this unexpected rendezvous; her happiness overtook her to the extent that tears of joy were streaming down her cheeks. 

For her part, Vera stiffened. Her mind was overcome with various emotions; but by far the strongest emotion was lust. Her nipples hardened and her panties moistened from the leakage of her vaginal juices. 

Her momentary exclusive thought was the strongest desire to be fucked by this man. As a result of constantly throughout the year of hearing of Lajos's virtues from Natasha, Vera was in awe of him and could only think of him as a paragon of manly virtues. As Vera was watching Natasha and Lajos embrace, a streak of pure unadulterated lustful desire for him jolted through her body. She had never experienced a more compulsive desire to fuck a man as she now wanted Lajos.

Vera started to perspire as she realized it would take all of her will power to act normally.

After a protracted embrace and prolonged kissing, Natasha and Lajos finally separated. This allowed Lajos to be able to greet Vera and give out the information of the circumstances of his sudden appearance. Vera also learned that he would be leaving Sunday late afternoon. 

At this point Natasha interrupted, grabbing Lajos by hand to lead him to her bedroom, and said:

"Lajos and I have some personal catching up to do. We can all talk in the morning and we can get better acquainted then."

Natasha whisked Lajos away and soon Vera was treated to sounds; clearly unmistakably lovemaking noises emanating from Natasha's bedroom. There was a sudden crash and then Natasha was shouting some very lewd exhortations to Lajos leaving no doubt that sex was happening.

Vera knew she could not tolerate staying a minute longer. So after putting her things away, she left the house and got into her car to escape. She dropped into a café for a quick coffee as she gathered her thoughts. Vera knew Linda was not available for a last minute frantic booty call. She was out with Walter celebrating their eleventh wedding anniversary. 

Vera thus made a desperate direct call to Kristina Vargas:

"Kristina its Vera Starikovich, please I need a huge favor. I need to be fucked. I need to be fucked badly. Men or women it does not matter. In fact I do want to be fucked by both men and women. I just need to be fucked. Can you allow me into the orgy at this last minute?"

Kristina, a true friend replied:

"Well Vera just let me know when you can be picked up. I'm sure I can do something for you."

Surfing the internet on her iPod, Vera was able to book a flight that left O'Hare at 10:30 PM to eventually arrive at Dallas at about 11 o'clock in the morning. Vera next texted Natasha to simply inform her of her absence for the weekend. Then she contacted Kristina again to finalize the logistics of her arrival in Dallas and the trip to the ranch. 

Then she proceeded to O'Hare and parked her car at a suitable airport lot. The flight was definitely long and circuitous with a four and a half layover in Philadelphia where she just slept on a public seat at that airport. Then it was onto Memphis for a two hour layover there before finally departing directly to Dallas. The flight certainly was uncomfortable but it suited Vera just fine. It allowed her to avoid delving into the unexpected circumstances, and not plague her anxious mood. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 24



She knew she could have stayed at a hotel in Chicago and catch an early morning direct flight to Dallas arriving at about the same time; maybe even earlier. However she knew she would be tormented by her emotions with the free time she would necessarily have. This way with the overnight flight and delays prevented her from continuously contemplating unduly to the situation of Natasha and Lajos as her mind had to be occupied by the exigencies of simply completing the trip successfully.

Kristina, already naked, greeted Vera on her arrival at the registration desk and accompanied her to the locker room. As Vera's special raw request for sex at the orgy was unusual and strictly not in keeping with the raison d'être of the TLR activities, there could be protest by members of favoritism. So Kristina, the ever resourceful sex club operator devised a plan to accommodate Vera's needs without upsetting any member's notion of what service the TLR ought to be providing and charging for. 

So as Vera was undressing at the locker room she asked:

"I gather from our conversations Vera that while you are here this time, you not so interested in participating in regular orgy activity. Instead you would liked to be fucked continuously like in a gangbang, except you would also wish to be fucked by women as well?"

"Yes Kristina, I think that's what I need. To fuck and fuck and fuck until my itch is finally satisfied. And as I have an occasional lesbian lover at home I want to be fucked by women as well just for the variety."

"And of course Vera merely a few copulations will not do. You believe you will need to fuck quite a lot in a row without stopping, before your itch is fully satisfied. You need a marathon gangbang. Is that right?" 

"Yes! Yes! Yes! That is exactly what I need and desire."

"Now your gangbang might distract from the usual activity each member would expect to partake in when contracting to come here in the first place. So your singular activity here might put someone's nose out of joint."

"Oh dear! I hadn't thought of that when I called you. It's just...."

Here Kristina, holding up her hand interrupted:

"Tut! Tut! Tut, Vera! I don't need to know the reason for your need nor am I particularly interested. My problem is to ensure everyone is happy with their time at the TLR. 

As you know to spice up the experience of the orgies the club occasionally conducts a sex contest or game. I have thus for your emergency need designed a contest for this orgy which everyone will be able to participate and hopefully will enjoy partaking of it. 

I will call it the 'Damsel in Distress' contest, and I will explain it to all the members at the orgy after I set you up and advise you of what to expect."

And Kristina explained the proposed contest to Vera:

"The damsel of course is you and your distress is obvious. So the contest will be to relieve you of your distress. For this purpose I will assign you to Blue Room #1, our finest room with the biggest bed. The chest of drawers is chock full of toys, aphrodisiacs and other paraphernalia to enhance your lovemaking. The contest will start in about four hours to give me time to set it up properly. Thus you will have time to eat and have a nap so you will be totally rested for the gangbang of your life.

Starting at four o'clock you will be visited each half hour by an orgy participant or pair of participants to fuck you for that half hour. Actually it will be a twenty-five minute time limit so that you will have a five minute respite for a bathroom break or getting some food and drink. There will be a music alarm going off to indicate the end of the session. You will hear the song 'The Party's Over' piped into the room. It would be the rendition sung by our own Pamela Rose.

The TLR does not countenance anyone enduring a coitus interruptus. The music will continue playing until one of you gets to the telephone in the room and pushes the No 5 button on the telephone keypad. It will be programmed that when that number is depressed not only will the playing of the music stop but it will trigger the start of your five minute break before the next session. A staff member will be at the door to indicate to the scheduled contestants when they can enter to be with you.

Obviously the longer you and your partner continue fucking while Pamela is singing, will eat into the time for your next visitor or visitors. Thus you should try to finish fucking as reasonably as quick as possible to be fair to the next contestants."

Vera giggled at the thought of hearing Pamela singing to signify the end of a fucking session.

Kristina continued explaining the contest to Vera:

"For this contest two normal TLR rules will be suspended. A male person will be allowed to be able to be declared the winner. Exclusive lesbian sex will be allowed in this contest."

It had been the view that only a female would be declared the winner in a TLR contest since participation in the contest by a male was deemed reward enough. Besides the traditional prize for winning a contest was a gold plated body chain belt, obviously only suitable as female attire. As the TLR catered to heterosexual activity no male gay sex was allowed and lesbian sexual activity was tolerated only where there was an element of straight sex involved. 

Kristina continued:

"The winner then of the 'Damsel in Distress' contest will be the last person or persons you fucked when you either pass out and are incapable of continuing the gangbang or you declare you have had enough and are satiated. You only need to pick up the phone to let the staff know if you do not wish to continue and they will play Pamela's song throughout the rooms so that everyone at the orgy will truly know the 'party' is definitely over. If you pass out and are unable to continue then the winner or winners can call in to advise of the outcome.

If it is a woman or pair of women that have won she or they will as matter of course receive the traditional coveted TLR gold plated body chain belt. For a man or male winners I think I will get him or them a special necklace." 

Vera had a question:

"Gee! Since my distress is real and probably won't be cured too quickly, won't my first lovers be unenthusiastic as they are unlikely to be the winner of the contest?"

Kristina replied almost astonished:

"To be unenthusiastic when fucking the delectable Vera Starikovich? That's just unthinkable! You are easily the prettiest and most desirable woman in this club, Pamela Rose and Charlotte Thornton notwithstanding. And you have the reputation amongst the males of being the greatest lay although the Minnesota Enchantress has been providing some stiff competition of late on that score."

"The Minnesota Enchantress? I've heard of her but I haven't come across her here yet."

"Her name is Chloe Hamilton but she isn't here this time either. In any case Vera you will have no complaints of the quality of sex you will have; not to mention the quantity. Your early partners, although unlikely to win the contest, will at least have the incentive to provide you with an orgasm. Assuming you do achieve an orgasm or more during a session your partner or partners will be entitled to a complimentary tattoo appropriate for this event. If they do not wish the tat a complimentary meal at a named Dallas hotel can be substituted. 

Incidentally, knowing you I'm sure you will achieve at least one orgasm in every session so that will be assumed. You will have to phone the staff if in the unlikely event some partner or partners were not successful in getting you to an orgasm.

I expect most will opt for the tattoo especially the men. It will be a cute design proclaiming one a rescuer of a damsel in distress. Of course it will have special secret meaning amongst members of the club and probably amongst the swingers community at large since news of our activities instantly become known there. These tats might become just as much appreciated as the gold plated body chains. There is even more incentive for your early partners to provide quality service to you. The sooner you become satiated the more scheduled partners will be denied claiming the tat. So I am sure the quality of the sex you are about to experience should be of a high level indeed."

"You talk about partner and partners. I take it some of my half hour sessions will be of the group sex variety?"

"I am thinking of a time limit for the contest to be sixteen hours. This is an arbitrary time limit I have chosen based on the maximum stamina I think that you can possibly handle. You indicated to me that you would wish both male and female fuck buddies in this need of yours. 

So if for example every one of the forty-eight participants at this orgy sign up to fuck you, and since there are a maximum of thirty-two fucking sessions, you would have to be prepared to entertain, or be entertained by sixteen pairs of partners in order that all of them could fuck you within the time limit. If some of the participants do not want to enter the contest, the number of pairs of lovers to fuck you will decrease accordingly.

And if less than thirty-two sign up to fuck you then the contest limit of sixteen hours will be reduced accordingly. However I can't imagine any of the men refusing to have a go at you and I am sure that at least eight women will want to cuddle with you, if only for the chance to win the chain belt. Thus we should be assured of the maximum of thirty-two fucking sessions which should be sufficient to declare a winner or winners. 

Finally all group sex will be either of the M-M-F or F-F-F variety to assure that you are the center target of each fucking session." 

Vera had one final question:

"Well Kristina that does seem splendid and I like it. So what happens if I do not pass out and actually outlast all the competitors?"

"If in the very unlikely event that does indeed happen then you will be declared the winner of the 'Damsel in Distress' contest and be awarded the body chain belt as you will surely be in distress no longer. Of course that's why I picked sixteen hours as a time limit as most likely you cannot possibly last that long. 

However if you do manage it you will be the first to win a second body chain belt and have set a new TLR record for contest endurance. Pamela Rose and Sally Browning the winners of the first body chain belt fucked for twelve hours in a row and Charlotte Thornton the winner of the longest Messalina's Challenge fucked for twelve and a half hours straight."

Vera was satisfied with the plan of the contest. She then strolled naked to the main ball room of the building to get some food. She paid no attention to the various public couplings going on in the room as she wanted to conserve her strength for her upcoming gangbang. As her mind was focused on the proposed contest, her disturbing thoughts about the allure of the sexy Lajos Kiraly recessed to the back of her mind. Already the trip to the TLR was fulfilling its purpose. 

Having eaten, Vera proceeded to Blue Room #1 for her nap. Kristina personally awakened Vera in time for the commencement of the contest. Kristina also was able to advise Vera of all the contents in the room that were available to enhance the enjoyment of subsequent activities. While Vera was napping Kristina had quietly added to the room many additional sex gadgets and toys.

Kristina had set Vera's gangbang to start at 4 o'clock in the afternoon to allow herself plenty of time to take care of the logistics of the hastily conceived contest. It also gave her time to ascertain exactly how many of the orgy participants wanted to be in the contest. As it turned out when the orgy participants were advised of the 'Damsel in Distress' game all of them signed up to take part. This was somewhat surprising since no one in coming to the orgy had foreknowledge of the contest and some of the women were believed to be unenthusiastic or even to have an aversion to lesbian sex. 

However Vera had established a hot reputation with her previous appearances at the orgies especially during the past year. Because each of her last three visits occurred as a direct result of her wish to avoid Lajos' presence in her home, Vera was in a frantic and in a heightened passionate mood on those occasions. Consequently each orgy partner or partners she had was treated to an exceptional and totally unforgettable sexual experience. Her partners quickly circulated information of Vera's exceptional libido. In addition considering that Vera's stunning beauty was adjudged to surpass every other female member, her desirability was solidified. Every member male or female wanted a piece of her.

Once Kristina was able to determine the number of contestants, the final details were ironed out. Rather than draw lots, Kristina judiciously scheduled the order of each session, herself. She relied on her own knowledge of the players and scheduled accordingly with the view of providing Vera maximum pleasure and evenly spaced variety.

Kristina also supplied each participant with a special electronic earring. It was programmed with the triggering of Pamela's song to signal to the wearer of his or upcoming turn with Vera. The traffic light like display on the door to Blue Room No 1 completed the logistics of an orderly transition of each session with Vera.

Finally everything was fully prepared. Promptly at four o'clock the first of Vera's lover entered Blue Room No 1 to be greeted by the ready and excited Vera Starikovich. Vera gasped in utter delight as her first visitor proved to be Black Jack, the legendary Dungeon Master of the club's BDSM room. 

This orgy was one of the rare ones in that Black Jack was involved as a normal member participant. Black Jack was a tall (6'2") African-American stud. Although 46 years of age he had a body most men half his age would trade for. He was reputed to possess the most massive appendage certainly of any male member of the club. Vera had never experienced Black Jack but she was cognizant of his reputation and of course knew him by sight. 

So as soon as Vera realized his identity she naturally looked down at his crotch and was not disappointed. Her pussy was automatically moistening indicating to her that she was in no need of foreplay.

Black Jack was a member with special status. He was most often engaged as the Dungeon Master for the BDSM room. In those occasions he was not allowed to participate in the normal activities of the orgy and usually Kristina herself kept him entertained after his duties were over. 

He was allowed to attend an orgy like any other member, but they were not frequent as Black Jack was not as affluent as the other members and thus had difficulty in affording the Club fees. When he was engaged as the Dungeon Master he did not have to pay any fees but he was not remunerated either for his services to ensure that his activities did not emulate that of a typical paid sex worker.

Consequently if the females of the club wanted to be certain of having a piece of Black Jack they had to schedule a BDSM session. Vera was not into BDSM games because of the real torture she had suffered and endured when she was kidnapped by a sex pervert when she was nineteen. She didn't mind some spanking in sex play but did not even go out of her way to experience such sex play. Her reticence in that area was the reason she had not yet experienced Black Jack sexually. 

This time as Vera was gazing at Black Jack, she recalled Pamela Rose's observation during her first visit to the TLR. Pamela suggested that the discipline of BDSM activity acted as a catharsis to wash away her sins and guilt and paved the way for true enjoyment of the 'no holds barred' sex she pursued. 

Vera realized that her desire for the wild sex she was about to experience was brought on by her guilt feelings for her lustful craving for Lajos Kiraly. Now it occurred to Vera if she underwent a severe beating by Black Jack that would be sufficient punishment to atone for her sinful desire to copulate with her daughter's lover. So she decided to accept some BDSM discipline so that she would be able to enjoy her subsequent gangbang freely and without guilt.

Consequently, knowing of its presence, Vera went to the closet in the room and fetched an authentic bamboo stick just like the ones that are used for corporal punishment in Asia. 

Handing the stick to Black Jack, she said:

"I need you to punish me. I've been a very bad girl. I need you to beat me and continue to do so until I utter my safe word which is 'Natasha'. Please do not stop until I utter my safe word."

Black Jack did not relish beating on Vera as he sensed that she desired a brutal beating to perhaps unconsciousness that would render subsequent fucking of her useless. 

So he replied:

"Please be aware Vera, although this bamboo stick does not appear to be very terrifying it does exact excessive pain with very little force. I will not administer no more than five blows without risking serious injury no matter your desires. I have the impression you wish to test your tolerance of pain beyond what is prudent."

Vera then thought seriously of what Black Jack said and decided there was no need to be foolish so she replied:

"Since you are the Dungeon Master and are the expert of discipline I defer to your judgment. Just beat me as much as you think advisable. Of course I might be a ninny and cry 'Natasha' before even the fifth blow."

Black Jack replied:

"If you quit after the first blow you will not be a ninny. You would simply be wise."

Vera then bent over the chest of drawers and braced herself to receive the blows. The first blow came striking her upper back and shoulder blades. Vera almost passed out from the severity of the pain. She immediately remembered the torture she endured under Dr Slaughter and the pain was somewhat equivalent.

There were two significant differences though. First, because of Dr Slaughter's drugging of her she was unable to scream out her pain during his tortures. But there was no such restraint here, and she let out a very lusty, harrowing scream.

It was testament to Black Jack's solidly established reputation as the Dungeon Master of the club, that those who heard Vera's truly agonizing scream, and it was very clearly audible outside the room, were not alarmed. They didn't believe anything untoward was happening; nor did anyone think that there was any need to interfere.

The second difference was Vera's awareness of the mindset and the motivation of her torturers. Slaughter derived pleasure from seeing Vera suffer and was motivated to destroy her will to live and ultimately securing her death thereby. Black Jack on the other hand derived pleasure first of all from the acknowledgement that the beating was sexual in nature and his ultimate pleasure was seeing his partner's bizarre sexual needs fulfilled. Safety was his paramount concern overriding the kinky desires to search for new levels of tolerated pain.

For Vera, that difference manifested different reactions. She had been truly terrified by Slaughter's brutality and she quickly succumbed to the torture. She always passed out after a few lashes from his cruel whip. However with Black Jack her mind set was keen to accept the pain, especially as this beating was commenced under her instigation. So she was able to tolerate the resultant pain from Black Jack's torture much easier. 

She objectively believed that the pain from that single stroke of the bamboo stick was more severe than Slaughter's whip had been and inflicted more bruising on her body. Still she knew that she would not utter her safe word begging Black Jack to stop but would leave it in his hands (pun intended she smirked in her mind) to stop.

The second blow was across the middle of her back and raised some truly puffy and ugly red-purple welts. Again Vera's agonized scream was absolutely hair-raising and spine tingling and almost induced Black Jack to call a halt. Vera intuitively sensed his weakening resolve to continue the punishment, but as she was now determined to at least have her beating continue to the suggested five stroke maximum, she taunted him after she finished her scream:




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 25



Vera immediately forgot about Patricia Schloesser, as she prepared for her very first MMF threesome. Vera was by now a veteran member of the TLR and a connoisseur of the orgies. Thus she had participated in various permutations and combinations of sexual partners. Curiously enough though, she had never participated privately in such a threesome before and she was going to be treated to eight such copulations on this occasion. All her previous threesomes had been with another woman and a man- or of course the lesbian threesomes with Daphne and Tiffany back in college.

Whenever she did have simultaneously two or more male partners at the TLR orgies it was in conjunction with another female partner or partners usually with Pamela Rose. So this was the first time she was going to be the sole meat in a male sandwich and she was thrilled in the anticipation.

For her very first such threesome she could not have been serviced better. John Fleming and Vincent Sabatini were studs! Both of them were in their late twenties (i.e. younger than her-YUMMY thought Vera) and each had a roguish charm. They were tall, taller than Vera (good feature thought Vera) and sufficiently endowed to satisfy her most lustful desires. As soon as they entered, Vera's eyes bulged at such handsome eye-candy. 

Her last serviceable sentient thought before she completely went into the lovemaking mode: 'If she were to get over her infatuation with Lajos Kiraly this would be a good start.'

As she knew them by name, Vera said as she sunk to her knees:

"Oh John and Vince how lucky can a girl be? What delicious cocks you have; forgive me but I must sample them before we fuck in earnest."

Those were the last words spoken by any of them during the entire twenty-five minutes of the session. Each of them moved and reacted by instinct which proved to be entirely appropriate for their desires. Vera popped first John's cock in her mouth to suck it leisurely while hand stroking Vince's cock. She switched at reasonable intervals so as to evenly spread the joy of her administrations.

The men soon were groaning in agony under the spell of Vera's tongue and hand. Vera's hand manipulated their cocks in a leisurely erotic fashion producing the most exquisite sensations of pleasure. The way she used her hand to caress their cocks so lovingly produced an imagery of actual vaginal contact in the minds of the men. The slow tantalizing strokes of her hand aroused their testes to produce to their maximum capacity.

As for the oral stimulation, Vera likewise treated their cocks with tender loving care. She used her raspy tongue to continuously lick the skin of their rods while she bobbed her head up and down along the length of their rods. With her free hand she simultaneously caressed the balls to provide maximum stimulation. 

Her capable blow job technique soon caused each man to lose any ability to hold back. When Vera had John's cock in her mouth the second time, he ejaculated. As soon as she had finished sucking up and ingesting all of John's sperm she turned to take Vince's cock into her mouth for the second time. Sure enough he unloaded within seconds and Vera had her second copious amount of sperm to swallow.

Vera's allure and her erotic procedure in the oral sex were so enchanting that the men remained erect despite having been depleted of so much of their semen. The room was supplied with restorative drinks that contained aphrodisiacs and the men partook of it. Thus to Vera's delight the sex continued without hardly any interruption. 

While the men downed their potent drink, Vera got into the bed and assumed her doggy position. John then got unto the bed and rolled underneath Vera to allow her to impale herself on him. John placed a few strokes into her vagina to anchor her. Vincent got onto the bed and on his knees he straddled the two of them. With care he was able to insert his penis into her rectum and she was doubly penetrated. John remained immobile while Vincent slowly pushed his cock all the way in her.

Then the men stopped to allow Vera to become accustomed of having their two cocks in her nether orifices. She was grateful for their circumspection as indeed she needed the time. With her courage up and as her adrenaline geared up, she began perspiring profusely again. 'Jeepers,' she thought, 'if this sweating continues I'll be thin as a rake by the time the evening is over.'

Soon though, Vera gave the indication for the desire to start fucking. And the double fucking began. Vera felt she imagined she was in a sexual heaven. There was some discomfit and some awkwardness in their positions but she paid no attention. Instead she was thrilled by feeling the rampage of the male cocks pillaging her. Each twinge of her own muscles being stretched brought gratification by way of a new pleasure bolt shooting through her body.

The men were grunting loudly and this turned her on even more. She was grunting in return. The men had definitely male grunts and her grunts were definitely female sounding. The grunts were uttered in consecutive series, adding an air of truly carnal lust in the atmosphere.

At first the movements were awkward, but soon the double penetration was producing pleasure equally amongst the trio. As a result each of them was headed for a climax on essentially the same timetable. Just like magic Vera could feel sperm flooding her vagina at the same time sperm was spurting in her anal canal while simultaneously she was exploding in her orgasm. The triple joyous sensations were electrifying; so much so that Vera was shouting at the top of her voice:

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes!" 

Then she started hyperventilating something fierce. The men for their part were so dazed from their own euphoria that they were not so cognizant of Vera's agitation or otherwise they would have been alarmed at her extreme reaction. In any case when the first strains of Pamela's "The Party's Over" became audible, Vincent withdrew his cock from her ass and Vera involuntarily toppled over to land on her side and automatically reverted to a fetal position. As Vera was completely separated from the men they got off the bed, and wordlessly exited the room.

At this time the staff member at the door supervising entrance to the room made a mistake. She inadvertently forgot to allow for the five minute wait period. Thus she permitted the next scheduled pair of lovers, Paula Baines and Maria Sanchez, to enter almost immediately after John and Vincent had excited. 

In sharp contrast to the men who were over six feet tall, these women were diminutive; both being barely over five feet tall. Paula was of East Indian ancestry whereas Maria was of Mexican descent. Thus the now trio of women in the Blue Room comprised an eclectic racial mix.

Paula and Maria found Vera lounging languidly giving the impression of being completely exhausted. They were horrified at seeing Vera's ugly marred back. Unlike Patricia Schloesser who meekly volunteered to soothe Vera's apparent pain, these women took the matter into their own hands. Paula went into the unit's bathroom and prepared a wash cloth to clean up Vera's wounds. Maria fetched ointments and salves present in one the drawers in the room's dresser. The two of them then began to gently clean, wash and soothe Vera's bruises and welts on her back.

Although Vera by now wasn't in as much distress as her physical appearance would suggest, still she was grateful and appreciated the healing treatment provided by Paula and Maria. The comforting relief provided by their administrations allowed Vera to function normally without needing to compensate for the residual pain from her beating. She was actually able to now tolerate lying on her back. 

Vera hugged each woman in turn; a gesture not sexual but simply of gratitude for their thoughtful kindness. However naked breasts brushing against naked breasts were enough to start feelings of lust to permeate the minds and bodies of each woman. Without any apprehension of discomfort, Vera than settled down flat on her back signaling the desire for some foreplay on her breasts.

The two pint sized women complied with the unspoken request. Paula nestled into Vera's left side and commenced orally stimulating the nipple of Vera's breast that was closest to her. Maria cuddled to the other side of Vera and kissed, sucked, licked, bit, gummed etc. the other nipple. Vera for her part had her hands in each woman's hair caressing their heads. Each woman had one hand to maul the breast they were orally stimulating and the other hand was attending to Vera's cunt. Paula was stimulating Vera's clit, whereas Maria was concentrating with playing on the labia lips and stimulating the vaginal opening.

For Vera the action on her breasts was heavenly. Each woman was gently tonguing the nipple without any frantic pace. Each woman used her hand that was cupping Vera's breast likewise in an extremely gentle fashion. The gentleness of their action gave Vera the impression they were worshipping her body and such thought was very pleasant. Vera was moaning in response and her sound left no doubt as to her enjoyment of the stimulation her magnificent breasts were receiving. 

In contrast the manual stimulation of her vulva by the women was frantic in nature. It caused Vera's hips to respond automatically. Her trunk was continuously moving in an attempt to take full advantage of the touching sensations. In particular Vera's body reacted involuntarily to seemingly direct the manual stimulation so as to ensure that her "g" spot was not ignored. As the manipulations on her cunt intensified Vera's moans were replaced by squeaks and heavy breathing.

The change in Vera's vocalizations was a mutually understood signal that the lovemaking was soon to progress to the next level. Maria became instantly aware when Paula removed her hand from Vera's clit. This allowed Maria to move south to focus her attention solely on Vera's cunt. Maria soon was there using her tongue to replace her hand. The change although deliberate was achieved with a seemingly natural normal flow of their lovemaking. 

In contrast Paula broke off her action on Vera's breasts abruptly. She had her cunt on Vera's face before Vera's brain had fully registered such change of position. Nevertheless Vera's tongue automatically started lapping Paula's labia as soon as it was physically possible to do so. 

Vera's hands automatically were clutching Paula's hips to facilitate her tonguing action. 

Paula had been in the midst of a sexual intercourse and her male partner was climaxing in her vagina when she was being summoned by her earring alarm. Consequently Paula did not have time to thoroughly clean up the effects of her just completed coitus and thus her thighs were fairly caked with dried sperm. 

Her vagina contained lots of semen fluids which Vera's tongue fished out to sample their tastes.

Paula had straddled Vera's face such that her mons veneris and surrounding flesh was smothering her. However since Vera had no trouble breathing she was in no physical distress. Instead the claustrophobic effect produced an imagery to Vera that she was a sex slave trapped by her master- or in this case her mistress. In addition Paula's potent sexual odor was omnipresent to Vera and reinforced her fantasy as a prisoner of love. Vera imagined herself to be floating in a sexual cloud from which she suspected she could not and would not easily want to escape.

For her part, Paula leaned backwards which added to the pressure of her cunt on Vera's mouth. She had spread her labia lips with her fingers to ensure Vera's tongue had access to all the joy spots. She was moving her cunt in conjunction with Vera's tongue licking to derive the maximum pleasure. The resultant pleasure was surprisingly torturous but exquisite causing Paula to continuously hiss. Paula was perspiring far beyond her norm; partly from her exertion but mostly from the hot sex.

Maria was in her own sexual nirvana as she was in a frenzy performing cunnilingus on Vera. She like Paula also delighted in the sexual smells emanating from the body of her oral sex partner. And Vera's smells were powerful but to Maria's mind it was an aphrodisiac. She wrapped her hands under Vera's buttocks to secure an effective grip. She moved her tongue in all the places that brought joy to Vera. Maria sucked up and ingested lots of sperm that was lodged in Vera's love canal from her previous encounters.

Although the three women were independently pursuing their own love making agendas, they each reached their own climaxes at the same time. Their orgasms were intense fueled by the raw emotions. 

They separated once they started coming down from the peak of their sexual excitement, but they settled into a three way embrace at exactly how they had started. Paula was on Vera's left side turned towards her. Maria was on Vera's right also partly turned towards her. Each woman began absentmindedly to rub their hands all over Vera's torso while she caressed their heads in return. As such intimate touching had no purpose to initiate another sexual act; the soothing effect thereby provided tender comfort in their mutual afterglow. 

This then ended a complete gangbang cycle for Vera. The pattern was male lover; female lover; pair of males and finishing with a pair of females. The pattern did not vary throughout the gangbang. With her mathematical mind and assuming accurately that she was going to fuck every orgy participant, she was always aware approximately of the time. She was also at all times aware of how much was left should she go the distance and gain her second TLR body chain belt.

During this monumental gangbang Vera experienced an abundance of sexual acts that would have overwhelmed even the horniest nymphomaniac. However the motivation to forget her attraction to Lajos provided the adrenaline she needed to persevere. It was as if she has on fire and each sex act fueled the fire to greater flames. Yes her jaws ached from the oral sex. Her rectum felt like it was ripped apart from the various invasions of not just cocks but of dildos as well. Her vagina felt so sore that at the end she thought herself incapable of walking. Still the sex was what she truly needed and she never regretted a moment of it.

Naturally with the numerous and varied sex partners she enjoyed together with the variety of sex acts the action started to blur in her mind. Although she remembered and would remember this sexual occasion for the rest of her life the graphic details of what occurred became elusive to relate. However apart from that initial cycle of lovers she did retain memory of three partners.

One of her remembered lovers was Tiger Woods, a well known professional golfer. He was also the only other black lover she had that day, besides Black Jack. The fact that he was black and famous was not significant in of itself. Race was never a factor in Vera's likes or dislikes for sexual partners and TLR had more than its share of celebrities amongst its membership. What made the session memorable to Vera was that a few months after this orgy, Tiger Woods became enmeshed in a public scandal that exposed his extramarital licentiousness. Had it not been for that news story breaking out so soon after the orgy, Vera would have probably forgotten that she had had sex with him.

Apparently Tiger Woods like Pamela Rose kept knowledge of his sexual proclivities a secret from the adoring public. However unlike Pamela, Tiger kept this knowledge secret from his spouse as well. When his wife discovered his secret life a few months later during the Thanksgiving Day holiday, the shit hit the proverbial fan. A huge scandal ensued as several women came out of the woodworks to identify and reveal themselves as one of his fuck buddies.

It is a testament to the efficacy of the confidentiality of the Texas Love Ranch, that no member disclosed to the public his association with the club. In particular, each female member, who had had sex with him did not reveal such information, and stayed in the woodworks so to speak. Thus the public was unaware of the full scope and extent of Tiger Woods' sexual proclivities.

Vera of course was grateful that this part of the golfer's secret life was not exposed. No doubt her business would be adversely affected if it came to light her association with Tiger Woods and in particular the circumstances of such association. It was not lost on Vera that those women who became identified as having had sex with the golfer were generally scorned by the general public and labeled as bimbos.

Her second remembered partner was her 2:30AM appointment who was a woman with a scarred face. Despite the scarring, her face was strikingly alluring and even attractive to those intrigued by interesting but unorthodox standard of female beauty. As she sat down next to her on the bed, Vera felt there was something familiar about her and as soon as she started speaking Vera realized who she was:

"Hello Vera, I am pleased to finally meet you."

Vera replied:

"Oh my gosh! You are Brenda Porter aren't you?"

"Yes indeed and I'm thrilled to be in the company of my sister's secret extramarital lover."

Vera was a little surprised by Brenda's knowledge which she knew Linda would want to have kept secret. However she knew that Linda had a very high opinion of her sister, so Vera was not truly shocked to learn that Linda had confided their affair to her.

So Vera replied:

"Well I guess you two are close enough to share such an intimate secret. I sure as hell am not that close to any of my sisters to reveal my sexual proclivities although they do know I'm not a nun. By the way I thought you're the one who was of the view that girl-on-girl sex is merely a substitute for the real thing. It's this philosophy that Linda goes by to believe she's not committing adultery when she's with me."

"Nope, that's my sister, Connie Snyder who articulated such a notion. It was the line she used when she seduced poor little old innocent me for my first lesbian sex. Actually it was my first sexual experience of any kind so that perhaps that line was not that much of a determinative factor. I was eighteen at the time and had never been kissed or sexually touched so I was easy pickings.

However after we both acquired studs who became our fiancées, that thought was certainly our credo. Unfortunately both of our studs died and as we happen to live together we do seem to experience more-girl-on girl sex now than the real thing. Actually almost the only time we experience the real thing is when we get here for an orgy."

Vera snorted and observed:

"But you are here with me now. Aren't you squandering the time that you could otherwise be indulging in the real thing?"

"Oh I haven't been inactive since arriving here. I have lots of man juice in my twat. I'm actually trying to get pregnant as I'm not on any birth control."

Vera contributed:

"Really? This surely is a singular way of becoming pregnant. Mind you as a single mother I'm not in any position to advocate the necessity of a father for one's child. Still wouldn't you, all things being equal, want to have a man you can admire to be with and help raise your child?"

"Well my fiancée, Harry Quinn was his name, was definitely the man for me. I just have not since been able to find another that could equal him. I mean there are plenty of men that can satisfy me sexually- actually almost any man can satisfy me as I'm not too particular. Hell I was willing to fuck the best man at my sister's wedding but he found me distasteful I guess. Had something to do with my getting drunk and peeing on my sister that might have turned him off."

Vera laughed as she replied:

"I heard from Linda that your date was Oliver Mooney and I had a date with him once as well. I would say that not fucking him was definitely a plus in your life."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 25



"You're most likely right Vera but I really could have used a man's cock that night. Instead I had to settle for peeing on Connie and being peed upon as well for my sexual excitement at my sister's wedding."

"Knowing what I know of Oliver, I believe you experienced the better sexual excitement."

Now it was Brenda's turn to laugh as she replied:

"Could he have been really that bad? Oh well I digress. The point is I have not found any man that I would care to live with forever and to be the father of my child. So since I do want to be a mother I think fucking men here at the TLR is the ideal solution. None of the men here suspect I'm trying to get pregnant; I'm sure it's farthest thing from their minds. Besides that half the women here are beyond their child bearing years anyway. So I won't be bothered by sharing my child with a man I would detest living with." 

"So once you do get pregnant do you intend to live alone or is Connie willing to continue living with you?"

"Oh sure we'll continue to live together. As a matter of fact Connie is also trying to get pregnant herself and in the same manner. I guess we're in a race as to who becomes pregnant first. I believe we have gotten the idea of becoming pregnant in this manner from our friendship with Vickie Vargas, Kristina's daughter. 

Apparently Kristina was a madam of a brothel before she became owner of this club. One day she wanted to become a mother so she stopped her birth control; and fucked as many customers as she could until she became pregnant with Vickie."

"Wow I hadn't heard that story before. So is Connie here too then?"

"No she's not here. We come to the TLR orgies separately. In addition to being roommates we are partners in our own law firm so it's best for our business that only one of us is away at a time to handle emergencies. Besides with our business we do work on Saturdays and sometimes even on Sundays."

Vera then asked:

"Well since you and Connie are an item sexually and the TLR orgies are your only outlet for straight sex, I repeat aren't you squandering your time by being with me?"

Brenda answered with a sly smile:

"Oh but I couldn't resist exploring my sister's naughty secret. She's certainly has raved about you and how sexually satisfying you are. So naturally I have to find out for myself."

"Hmm I gather then Linda feels safe enough to divulge her secret to you. She is very apprehensive of being found out and thereby ruining her marriage."

"We weren't close as children but once I seduced her to have sex with Connie and I, we have been as close as any adult sisters can be. Linda knows I have her best interests at heart so she can rely on me. Thus we have no secrets from each other. I haven't even told Connie about you and Linda just to be sure it does not get back to Walter. I would not jeopardize Linda's marriage for anything."

Vera sighed:

"Yes I know she is totally in love with Walter and he is perfect for her. She told me that she believes her fooling around with me fulfills a psychological need to combat the negative feelings she has about herself. Her feelings were shaped as a result of the sexual abuse she suffered as a child."

Now it was Brenda's turn to sigh:

"Yes she never revealed her horrendous past suffering to me until just a few years ago after she started having sex with you. I have always loved her; instinctively knowing she was a good person. She always protected me against those who would taunt me for my hideous looks. When she told me about how she was frequently sexually molested by our perverted uncle between the years she was six until twelve, she revealed what she perceived was a guilty feeling she had about me.

You see, I was involved in a car accident when I was six years old and my face was horribly disfigured as a result and I was hideous to look at. Even my parents had difficulty in making eye contact with me. Coincidentally when I was nineteen I was in yet another car accident, which killed my Harry. The doctors had to operate on my face again but this time they improved my looks to the point where people can tolerate looking at me. 

When Linda first saw my face after that first accident she cried something fierce as she was hugging me. She told me that she had always believed that the main reason she cried was because of what she perceived was an ignoble sentiment on her part. She first felt envy that my face was so hideously disfigured as it meant our perverted uncle would leave me alone.

After she met Walter on his insistence she underwent some therapy. The psychologist suggested an alternative subconscious motive that prompted that crying jag. She suggested that Linda had an inborn belief of a duty to protect me. Thus to ensure that our uncle would leave me alone Linda subconsciously sensed she had to be more compliant to his demands. But once she saw my face she knew she did not have to be so submissive and she was glad for my fucked up face. Believing that such feeling was very selfish while I had to be devastated by my appearance caused that crying. That crying jag was significant since both of us remember it to this day as if it had happened yesterday.

The main point of this story was that she would have kept her feelings secret from me forever since she did not believe it would do any good for my self esteem. It was even more imperative not to tell during the time when my face was truly hideous. However when she started having sex with you she knew I would never understand considering what a wonderful man she has for a husband. Thus she finally broke down and told me the truth in hopes I would understand her mixed up emotions and not condemn her for the sex she has with you. 

What surprised me most was that she had such a noble sisterly love for me so strong that she kept secret what she believed would only hurt me. She only revealed the secret when she felt it would no longer hurt me and she only revealed it to prevent me feeling disgusted with her as a result of the sex she has with you. 

Linda obviously valued my good opinion but she seems to be unaware how much I had always admired her. 

I was always grateful during those years I had that really disfigured face that she was the only person that could look me in the eye without any feeling of revulsion. She did not think her reaction to me was so unusual and never had an inkling about how grateful I was for her attitude. I remember when I had sex that one time with her what made it special was my intention to provide genuine passionate love to her as a reward for her kind regular treatment of me."

Vera was shocked by this information, which Linda had not revealed to her. Vera now realized that Linda's problems were more complex than she had previously imagined. The sexual abuse she had suffered as a child had taken its toll and kept preventing her from truly enjoying her good fortune.

Apparently despite therapy Linda still felt guilty, but still she craved approval even though she did not believe herself to deserve it. And she craved approval despite all outward appearances suggesting she was indifferent to the opinion of others. 

Vera now had the sinking feeling that Linda viewed their relationship now as an anchor; something to hold on to in case she lost everything. That is why she could go a long time without sex with her, but willing to engage in sex at a moment's notice. 

So Vera replied:

"Oh my God what a burden she undertook. I will make doubly sure that Walter is kept totally in the dark so long as Linda wishes it. Unfortunately it has lately been I who has needed the sex between us more than Linda and I sure as hell don't wish to ruin her marriage either not to mention make my business partner unhappy. Oh what a mess!" 

Brenda felt it was politic to change the subject and so said:

"Well enough about Linda. The point is now it is us and we have only a limited time. So I am curious to experience what my sister has been getting. So come on gorgeous one just pucker up I'm about to plant a big kiss on your luscious lips."

With that Brenda turned over to Vera and held her in her arms to start her kiss. Their kiss lasted sometime, starting with a chaste locking of the lips. Their mouths opened to swap tongue dueling. Then Vera was surprised by Brenda's next erotic move. With Vera's tongue deep in Brenda's mouth, Brenda used her lips to close and capture the invading tongue. With her own tongue deeply recessed Brenda was able to use her lips only to caress Vera's tongue. 

This action was incredibly sensuous and caused Vera to squeak in ecstasy. Brenda also made muffled noises of joy in reaction to Vera's evident pleasure. Now the kiss turned to a deep passion that caused each woman's hormones to commence a happy dance. Brenda and Vera both had double "D" sized breasts and they were squished as Brenda and Vera embraced tighter. Which in turn caused the eroticism of their kiss to increase.

When they broke off the kiss, Brenda planted her fingers into Vera's vagina and deliberately stirred the contained fluids to moisten her hand. For her part Vera placed both of her hands on Brenda's temple to hold her lovingly. Then she planted kisses and alternately licked along the lines of the scars on Brenda's face.

While Brenda had her fingers in Vera's vagina, she was consciously gathering up the contained semen from Vera's previous copulations. When Vera momentarily ceased her kissing and licking, Brenda removed her hand, scooping up as much of the liquidity sperm as she could. She placed her dripping fingers into her mouth to slurp up part of the cum and then smeared the rest of it on her face.

When Vera looked quizzically at her, Brenda announced:

"I love sexual smells and I love reeking of it. Whenever I make love to Connie during a week day morning, I always rub in hers and my juices to my face. I'm careful not to wash my face during my shower and when applying any makeup before I head for the office. I love the look at what I perceive as envious admiration on the face of my female clients when they get a whiff of me. I don't have the heart to tell them it is just girl juices not real sperm smells that's my scent for the day." 

Vera burst out laughing at Brenda's outrageous remarks and warped sense of humor. Consequently she lost her sexual concentration of the foreplay.

When she stopped laughing she had to say:

"Oh my lord Brenda you sure are something else. I'm not sure what that something else is but it is something. Now I certainly do not disguise the fact that I'm really a slut and a whore, but by the same token I don't go out of my way to advertise it either."

Brenda replied:

"Well with my scarred face I like to assure people that I'm not celibate and that I'm getting some. I don't want them to feel sorry for me. Since it is not polite to blatantly say I've just had sex, I think smelling like I've just had sex is the best way to communicate such information. Of course it's none of their business that the sex I have is of the girl-on-girl variety rather than the real thing."

Vera chuckled some more as she observed:

"Your face is not so bad. Actually your scars are really a turn on at least for me. With all this talk about the 'real thing' I guess I better get the strap-on dildo harness and fuck you like the real thing."

"Oh yes that would be good! Let's see if they have a suitable butt plug as well. I love having my ass plugged when being fucked in my pussy."

With that the women scampered off the bed and rummaged through the drawers. Vera located the same strap-on harness used by Patricia Schlosser and subsequently by other women on her. Brenda found a silicone anal butt plug to her liking. It was about six inches long, had four tapered bumps graduated from small to the largest at the fourth bump. She promptly inserted it into her vagina and swished it around. As there was copious amount of semen, her action created a very audible and what to some an embarrassing sloshing noise.

Vera raised her eyebrows and said:

"Well I guess you weren't kidding when you said your twat was full of sperm. You definitely have had your fair share of the real thing while here."

Brenda defensively replied:

"Well I hate having anything cold and dry up my ass."

Vera snorted and pointed out:

"In that case you could have easily run the plug over some hot water from the sink tap. That would get it warmer faster and probably wetter as well."

"Maybe so but what's the fun in that?"

"Point! But if it's pleasure you seek, why be a wuss about it? Yes you would be discomfited by taking the plug cold and dry but the initial pain should make the subsequent pleasure more exquisite."

Brenda a little miffed replied:

"Well gee thanks for the tip Vera. I guess a novice like me still has lots to learn from a mature slut and whore like you."

In point of fact Brenda was twenty-eight years of age to Vera's thirty-four. As the age difference was not that great, Vera could detect the annoyance Brenda felt from her remark so to mollify her, Vera replied: 

"Oh Brenda, don't get so testy, I was just teasing. I have heard nothing but good reports from the men of the TLR about your love making skills. Incidentally this strap-on harness has been used already several times in my twat and in my ass. It has not been washed so it is very slippery. So should I wash it now?"

"Hell no! I love the taste and smell of you. Just put it on and let me see how hard I can make it."

As Vera was installing the strap-on and placing the vibrating plug for vaginal stimulation, she was startled by Brenda's incongruous remarks.

So she replied:

"Er Brenda you do realize this is an artificial dildo and cannot get any harder than it is?"

"Yes of course Vera, I'm not that crazy. Still I can pretend can't I? I'm going to imagine this dildo is like Harry's magnificent cock, the one that used to stuff my cunt so deliciously."

As soon as Vera had harnessed the strap-on dildo, Brenda with the anal dildo plug still lodged in her cunt, dropped to her knees to suck on the moist strap-on vigorously. It was clear by Brenda's enthusiasm that she was deeply in the fantasy of giving head to her deceased fiancée.

As Vera was watching in fascination at Brenda's eager simulation of oral sex she was getting aroused herself. For her own enjoyment she turned on the vibration charge of the harness plug she had placed in her vagina. As Brenda was grunting in her exertion, Vera had her hands in Brenda's hair encouraging her on. 

Brenda had closed her eyes and was obviously completely into her fantasy of giving a blow job to an actual male phallus. The dildo was unbelievably realistically constructed that Brenda's imagination needed little prompting. She was half expecting to receive actual ejaculate into her mouth.

Her mind was focused and experiencing again the incredible sex she had had with her fiancée. Even though Harry Quinn had been dead by now some nine years, Brenda's memory of him and their lovemaking was still vivid. She still had an itch for him and her sucking on the dildo was scratching that itch.

Finally Brenda was incredibly aroused. She let go of the dildo and removed the anal plug from her vagina to insert it into her rectum. She then scrambled onto the bed to position herself doggie style on her hands and knees. 

She then declared:

"Oh yeah! Oh fucking yeah! Come on Vera just shove that cock in me! Fuck me good!"

Brenda was already swaying her hips in preparation to receiving Vera's artificial cock. She was even grunting and squeaking before the penetration. She had worked herself to unbelievable readiness and loudly hissed as Vera was pushing the dildo in. Once Vera started thrusting the dildo in her vagina, Brenda started a cadence of noises. 

She grunted and squeaked at each stroke followed up by a shout of: 

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

Vera's pleasure sensations were derived from the vibrating plug in her vagina. However Brenda's enthusiasm for their activity significantly heightened Vera's enjoyment and ignited a burning conflagration of emotion that made her lose any restraint she might have wanted to preserve in the love-making. Vera bent over to cause her ample breasts to rub along Brenda's back.

She was sufficiently bent over that she could and did grab a hold of of Brenda's double "D" tits. She was cruelly manipulating them; squeezing as hard as she could. If Brenda felt any pain she gave no notice as she continued grunting and squeaking. 

The combination of what her mind was going through coupled with that she was actually experiencing released Brenda's passion from any control. With the dildo in her vagina she felt like she was being fucked by a man. With the anal plug in her ass she felt like she was being actively doubly penetrated. With the feel of Vera's boobs rubbing her back made her quite cognizant of being made love to by a woman. With Vera's cruel mauling of her breasts and nipples made Brenda imagine that she was a prisoner of the most erotic love play.

When her orgasm arrived it was a mind blower. Her brain felt like it had melted from the fire consuming her body. For relief she was compelled to literally scream out; shouting profanities at the top of her lungs. Vera did not stop fucking and so as Brenda could no longer vocalize she began hyperventilating. Finally Vera stopped stroking when she reached her own climax. Brenda, thereby, was relieved of her intensity and started to relax by merely panting.

When Vera disengaged, "The Party's Over" was heard signifying the end of the session. Brenda got off the bed in a daze. She exited the room with a wobbly gait, and she neglected to remove the anal plug which stubbornly remained in her rectum. Brenda was to remember this orgy not only for her session with Vera but she duly became pregnant as a result of her sex with a man at this orgy. 

When she learned of her pregnancy she had high hopes it might have been sired by Black Jack or Tiger Woods both of whom she had fucked; actually she got around to fuck all the men at the orgy. She would have loved to be the mother of an interracial baby but it was not to be as it turned out. Brenda did ask Vera though to be her child's godmother as she deemed her to be the logical choice considering the circumstances of the conception.

Vera's third remembered partner of her "Damsel in Distress" gangbang was Pamela Rose. She was her last solo female partner scheduled and she duly arrived at 6:30AM. Since that orgy five years previous when Vera first came to the TLR, she and Pamela had become fast friends. The friendship had been enhanced by their business relationship which had proved to be mutually beneficial.

Pamela became a client of Starikovich, Snyder and Co shortly after the investment fund stipulated in her pre-nup agreement with Larry Grant had matured. Walter, Vera's partner, was truly an investment wizard, and he was solely responsible for increasing Pamela's investment portfolio. So successful was Walter that Pamela's net worth doubled during those five years despite the fact that Pamela's fame had indeed diminished as her mother had suspected it would. 

She was no longer the top female vocalist having been surpassed by many such as the likes of Lady Gaga, Beyonce, Carrie Underwood and others. Big Hannah had handed over the management of Pamela's career to Vera, and this proved to be the wisest decision Hannah had ever made. Vera was a fast learner and took to show business management like a duck to water. Vera quickly and ruthlessly got rid of most of the non essential hangers-on and leeches that depended on Pamela for their survival but were utterly useless to her career.

Although Hannah had been an excellent manager and agent for Pamela she was vulnerable to loyalty of the sycophants. As soon as Vera rectified this situation, Pamela's cash flow became significantly healthier.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 25



Aside from their successful business relationship their personal friendship was even a stronger bond. Their friendship started with Vera's first visit to the TLR and the subsequent group sex with Jed Baxter. Their compatibility in participating in group sex naturally fueled their friendship. 

However what really cemented their relationship was the absolute zero lack of jealousy between them despite their common connection with Larry Grant. Each woman respected Larry for his accomplishments but his shortcomings in personality did not inspire love for him. Although he was the sire of their children it was not a bone of contention especially since Larry had at least provided substantially for Natasha without depriving Pamela's children.

Each woman was very comfortable in her own skin which in turn prevented any prospect of jealousy or envy. Although Pamela might be prepared to concede in the back of her own mind that Vera was the prettier, she was accustomed to her own acknowledged beauty. Thus whether another woman was more beautiful than her, had no significance to Pamela's self esteem. 

As for Vera, she was so used to constantly being viewed as a stunning beauty that she never considered her looks as a particular meaningful attribute of her person. Thus it never dawned on her to envy any other women's good looks even the rare female that might be deemed prettier than her.

The fact that each woman was professionally successful also eliminated any jealous feelings. Pamela was substantially wealthier and famous whereas Vera had no public recognition, except for that brief time she had been newsworthy for escaping from the clutches of Dr Slaughter. Still Vera had acquired sufficient wealth that she did not begrudge anyone richer. In any case despite Pamela's fame each woman considered themselves as equals and their friendship grew on that basis.

Their friendship was solidified by their sexual adventures at the TLR. The compatibility between them when participating in group sex was remarkable. Whenever Pamela was with another woman indulging in group sex, Pamela's fame and beauty tended to make the other woman less confident. Thus no matter how the group sex was set up everyone in the group would look upon Pamela as the star participant. The ensuing sexual activity catered to such dynamics.

For example if the other woman and she had two men to form a foursome, rather than two couples fucking together for mutual enjoyment the activity centered around Pamela. The resultant sex would be similar to a situation where Pamela would be taking on three men. 

The one exception had been her initial visit to the TLR where she had teamed up with Sally Browning. The resultant sex earned the two ladies the very first gold plated body chain belts which became the standard prize for TLR sex games. Sally certainly was an equal partner in their sexual activity. Still it was not lost on Sally that Pamela was a celebrity and this influenced how she interacted with Pamela on a personal level.

With Vera it was different. The initial acquaintance certainly was awkward where Vera explained their personal common interest and outlining Natasha's relationship to her children. However as Pamela became aware that Vera was not intent on taking unscrupulous advantage of her fame and the connection to her, the path was cleared to form a friendship. And they were equal friends. Of course Pamela was an acknowledged super celebrity but to Vera that merely identified Pamela at who she was but that did not make her superior. As a result when they teamed up for group sex it was always totally enjoyable as there was an equality of attraction no jealousy between them.

Now when Kristina had announced Vera's 'Damsel in Distress' contest, Pamela would have normally declined to participate as she really wasn't too much into lesbian sex. True in group sex she had sex with other women in the group and she participated with genuine enthusiasm. However having sex solely with another woman was not of any special appeal to her and she seldom if ever indulged in it. 

Now Pamela had not toured for the past three years, a deliberate decision so she could recharge her batteries and to prepare to pursue a new phase in her career. In the past several months there had been endless planning between Pamela and Vera about doing a special limited concert tour this fall to launch a new direction in her career. The idea was to do a tour in the south as a southern audience would be more likely to be receptive to the planned new music style.

In the proposed new style of music Pamela had the inspiration to recruit Natasha to perform with her and a new band. The classical music talents of Natasha would provide an extra zip to the performances. The crossover music combining classical music with hard and soft rock would be an unusual hook that could lure new fans. Pamela could already envision the kind of songs to compose that would be combatable to both music genres. 

Vera was not against the plan but suggested that Pamela first shore up the formation of a new band before approaching Natasha. Vera believed her daughter would initially automatically reject such an invitation to perform. This proposed musical performance idea would be out of Natasha's comfort zone and it would be nearly impossible to persuade her to try it. However if the situation was all set up, so that all Natasha in essence would need to do was just show up, then Vera believed she probably would go along with their plans.

Accordingly for the past several weeks, Pamela had been busy auditioning and forming a new band for the tour. Two days earlier she was successful in completing the final recruitment of the band. With this done, the only detail left to complete the final preparations was to try to recruit Natasha to join in the tour. So Pamela had exciting news for Vera, and she hadn't yet had the opportunity to communicate it to her.

Pamela was very surprised to learn of Vera's presence at this orgy as she was aware that Vera had not been initially booked. In Pamela's mind if she were to engage in solely lesbian sex, Vera would be her first choice partner since in their group sex trysts it was obvious that the two of them sexually meshed. So deciding to kill two birds with one stone; i.e. to communicate the news and to indulge in some rare enjoyable solo lesbian sex, Pamela signed on to participate. Of course Pamela's participation meant every member at the orgy got to do Vera.

Consequently when Pamela entered Blue Room #1 she declared in bubbly euphoria:

"Oh Vera I have some exciting news. I finally got the last band member picked just on Thursday..."

However Vera held up her hand in a stop motion and interrupted:

"No Pamela stop! I don't want to hear it; my mind is not geared for business. I'm here to fuck and only to fuck. Besides your next step is to contact Natasha without my interference. You can fill me in then after you've talked to her. So enough chatter come kiss me."

Pamela was a little startled at Vera's abruptness and her refusal to even acknowledge the latest concert tour developments. Then again Pamela had to admit that being in the middle of an orgy was not exactly a suitable place to carry on a business discussion. So she shut up and went to embrace Vera to start their lovemaking.

Vera had been sitting on the edge of the bed waiting for Pamela. Now she did not know who her partner was going to be at this hour only that it would be a woman. She was pleased to see that it was Pamela. It occurred to Vera that although Pamela and she had been partners in many group sex scenes at the TLR orgies and had engaged in some incidental lesbian sex acts as a result, they had never indulged in an exclusive sexual intercourse.

Despite the various women Vera had had sex with; she did not consider herself in her own mind to be a lesbian or even bi-sexual. Her denial was not based on any bias against lesbianism or any shame she might think she ought to feel when engaging in lesbian sex. It was more that she believed pragmatically she was heterosexual and was always seeking heterosexual sex whereas she never felt she sought out lesbian sex.

However in realizing she was about to have sex with Pamela, she sensed in her a very desirous anticipation. It had to with the fact, that as she got to know Pamela personally, she totally admired her as a person. Vera had always been a fan of Pamela's singing talents. Vera considered Pamela as the best female singer still, despite the current popular competing entertainers. And of course as her manager/agent Vera was thrilled to be partly responsible to help Pamela regain her popularity.

What was appealing about Pamela was her down to earth character despite her fame. She never lorded her importance in dealing with other people. No one was happier than Pamela, when Vera got rid of the sycophants in her entourage. Pamela just could not tolerate obsequiousness and it was a relief to get such useless people out of her hair. Pamela always had trouble dealing with them since she could never trust their opinions on anything. Pamela preferred dealing with her acquaintances on an equal footing which had been impossible with those "yes" persons.

Another appealing feature of Pamela was that like Vera, she was prepared to accept the consequences of her actions and not grumble about the unfairness of it all. Her marriage to Larry was a pertinent example. As they solidified their friendship, Pamela was candid enough with Vera to reveal the details of the circumstances of her relationship with Larry. Pamela acknowledged that the idea of marrying Larry was in reality a crass business decision concocted by Big Hannah to enhance her career.

Since she had out of her own free will agreed to marry Larry, Pamela believed she was duty bound to live with the consequences. Since her marriage was consummated for purely business reasons Pamela believed she was under an obligation to ensure that her marriage would succeed for business reasons.

Pamela's sexual appetites obviously were inimical to normal behavior expected of a wife in an orthodox marriage. Because of that she felt compelled to be absolutely circumspect in her licentiousness. The Texas Love Ranch, luckily, was a perfect shield for her and enabled her to pursue her sexual desires fully without any trepidation. With respect to the sex she indulged in outside the confines of the TLR setting, she was ultra careful and determined to keep such activity secret. To this end she was successful in limiting her sex with partners who would adhere to the absolute necessity of confidentiality. Ergo none of Pamela's lovers were of the kiss and tell variety.

She never dated other men even when circumstances might have allowed for innocent explanations. The only man in her company that she was ever seen with in public was Larry Grant. Now it was no secret that Pamela and Larry had separate residences. Pamela's standard response was that their divergent careers necessitated such circumstance, but it did not mean there was anything amiss with their marriage.

So with nearly 15 years of married life under their belts, Pamela and Larry projected to the public an image of a successful marriage complete with two adorable children. Savvy entertainment reporters might be suspicious of such a blissful state of affairs in their marriage, but they had no concrete evidence to suggest otherwise. Even a scandal, two months previous, involving Larry having sent naked pictures of himself to another woman, could not derail this carefully crafted image of a happy marriage. The scandal quickly died down when Pamela publically scoffed at the suggestion that the incident might doom their marriage.

Knowing these secret details of Pamela's life, Vera could not help but adore her. Which in turn upped the ante for anticipated joy in having sex with her. Actually Vera was now certain that this sexual encounter would prove to be one she would remember for the rest of her life no matter what subsequently happens. Thinking that made her especially aroused.

What got Vera to this point in anticipation was reviewing her sexual desires and history. She believed she could justify in her mind that she was not a lesbian, even though she could not deny that she enjoyed in participating in lesbian sex. One of the reasons she could maintain that she was not a lesbian was that she did not desire any female to fuck. 

This was not the case with her straight sexual experiences. Vera absolutely craved and desired sex with her most significant lovers such as Rodney Parker, Richard Snyder and Jed Baxter and she was devastated when each of those affairs ended. And of course she had the misfortune of desiring sex with men she could not have; Walter Snyder and now Lajos.

In contrast with regard to lesbian sex she had a take it or leave it attitude. The sex was nice but she could leave it if need be. That certainly was the case with the rugby players. The sex was most welcome considering her circumstances but once she was able to resume heterosexuality, there was no sense of loss in Vera's mind.

Admittedly Vera's relationship with Linda Snyder was complicated and there was no denying that it was still going to be ongoing for the foreseeable future. There was actually no rationale to explain the dynamics of their relationship it just happened and continues to happen. Obviously there's a strong rapport and a loving regard between the two of them, still their relationship would never become an exclusive be all and end all affair. In addition, although Vera could not see herself ending her affair with Linda, still she knew if for any reason Linda would want to end the affair, she knew she could live with such change without suffering any devastating disappointment.

With this in mind, Vera knew that having sex with Pamela would be in a special category; it would have special meaning. Vera had come to have the deepest admiration for Pamela and it seemed to her that having sex with Pamela would be a natural complement of such high regard. And that by definition would elevate their sexual activity to the highest plane of cerebral pleasure.

Similarly Pamela had just as high a regard for Vera. Despite being normally indifferent to lesbian sex, Pamela instinctively sensed that this coupling with Vera would be memorable. The ultimate thought that inflamed the passion of both of the women, was the mutual belief that this was probably the only such sexual intercourse they would experience with each other.

Consequently when Pamela and Vera embraced, they commenced a kiss of absolutely pure ultimate passion. Aside from the technical perfection of the kiss, what made their kiss truly special were the emotions evoked. Each of them was motivated in their kissing to express gratitude to their partner. It was pure gratitude for simply knowing each other; gratitude to be in company of a truly admirable woman; gratitude for being important in each other's life. 

The kissing induced each woman to cling together as tightly as possible. There was a mutual desire to experience full and total contact of each other's magnificent bodies. They each had extra large boobs and there was a compulsion to squish them together. They each needed to feel the softness of the other's gorgeous breasts against their own breasts, and revel in their femaleness. They pressed their ample tits together making sure their nipples made contact. Their nipples automatically hardened in reaction to the mutual contact.

Pamela and Vera were of similar height, so that it was possible to match their bodies together without too much adjustment. In particular they were able to match their genitalia in contact. By natural movement resulting from their kissing there was a spine tingling feel of friction affected from the rubbing together of their camel toes. They intertwined their legs to effect even closer joining of their bodies together.

The eroticism of their kiss caused production of an inordinate amount of their female juices in their vaginas. Each of their cunts became absolutely soggy in very short order. By force of gravity, each of them began leaking their juices. The sensation of their own juices oozing out of their cunts was the onset of a plethora of subdued but titillating tingling excitement. But then when they felt their partner's juices dripping on their own thighs these pleasure sensations became electrifying.

Now Vera and Pamela were squirming in their kissing. They were grunting and moaning. Their blood flowing in their veins were on fire. They were perspiring from the heat of their passion. Their sexual odors and their sweat odor permeated the air around them. The smell was intoxicating.

They were no longer controlled by sentient direction. 

The squirming movement changed to a thrashing movement of their bodies, but miraculously they remained lip locked. Both of them were squeaking and shrieking, but the sound was muffled as their lips continued to be locked. But heavy, intense, orgasms fully loaded with passion inevitably and simultaneously overwhelmed each of them. They were forced to break off their kiss so they could garner some relief from their overbearing climaxes. 

As their orgasms occurred despite the lack of any oral or manual stimulation of their genitalia, there was no afterglow. There was no calming sensation; there definitely was no sensation of satisfaction. Instead their screaming only provided momentary relief as their passionate fire remained ignited. Their bodies and souls demanded a true finish to their copulation.

Pamela maneuvered herself on top of Vera's supine body to initiate a 69 oral sexual intercourse. They quickly adjusted their bodies to stimulate each other optimally. 

Both Vera and Pamela were very extremely sexual. They loved sex unequivocally. There was virtually no sexual activity they found abhorrent. Since they each had endured more than their fair share of indifferent or mediocre sex throughout their sexual experience, when they did have good or better sex they were jubilant. They knew instinctively they would have great sex with each other. What made the sex truly great in this instance was that all five senses were fully engaged and taxed to acknowledge ultimate satisfaction.

Pamela's vagina was chockfull of sperm from all the sex she had indulged in for the past twenty hours; she had not yet slept since she had arrived Saturday morning. And of course Vera's cunt likewise contained lots of semen from this "Damsel in Distress" gangbang. 

As their noses naturally were in the vicinity of each other's genitalia, they each were treated to an extremely powerful sexual odor of a mixture of spent sperm and newly manufactured female juices. 

The sexual smell they enjoyed of each other induced unabashed euphoria. Rather than abhor the pungent odor they rejoiced. 

In their mindset was the unshakeable belief that a strong sexual smell was a definite indicator of great sex. Thus each woman was satisfied with the sense of smell incidental to their lovemaking.

Both Pamela and Vera loved giving head, since they absolutely delighted in the taste of semen. The saltiness, sourness and bitterness of sperm were easily discernable to the taste buds of each woman. But what really made the taste of semen irresistible to each woman, was the fact they both believed that they could detect a hint of sweetness in the overall taste of male cum.

Each time they had an ejaculating cock in their mouth, they invariably wished for more sperm to ingest than what actually became available. Both Vera and Pamela enjoyed swallowing male cum so much that an otherwise poor sexual encounter could be salvaged. In this case in addition to slurping up the spent cum each woman was treated to each other's female juices that were mixed in.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 26



While Vera was enjoying her "Damsel in Distress" contest, Natasha and Lajos were enjoying each other at the Morton Grove abode. In the one plus year they had known each other; they had morphed into a curiously understanding but unorthodox relationship. 

They were committed to each other. They considered themselves a married couple. In their view all they lacked from society was the necessary legal documentation of a marriage license that would make them official. The acquirement of such documents were not worth a bother to either of them considering that neither one of them was keen on the idea of a traditional wedding ceremony. As for getting civilly married, each felt the process was degrading and too bureaucratic.

The undeniable glue of their relationship was sex. It was great sex; fantastic sex; fireworks and shooting stars kind of sex. They each believed and explicitly acknowledged to each other that the other was the greatest lover and sex partner they'd ever had. More importantly, they each believed they could not even imagine a better lover or sex partner than the other.

Mind you, Lajos did have in the back of his mind an unshakeable conviction that Natasha's mother, Vera was also in this category. He suspected he would make love to Vera one of these days, if only to satisfy his curiosity and finally confront his nagging infatuation with her and put it to rest once and for all. Of course he did not dare mention such an idea to Natasha.

What made their relationship unorthodox was the fact that there was no demand nor desire or expectation of exclusivity on the part of either one of them. Paradoxically, they felt that this understanding was what made their love for each other even stronger and unbreakable. They knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that each of them was a sexual animal and that they needed sex almost as much as they needed food and drink. Since they lived apart and would do so for at least three years, while she completed her studies and he fulfilled his concert commitments, it was unthinkable that they would remain chaste during the times they were apart.

From Natasha's point of view, even before she had met Lajos, she had known of his existence. He was a known public figure in addition to his preeminence in the classical music world. So, she was fully aware of the fabulous women he had dated and presumably fucked. Just because they had become a couple at least in their own understanding, did not mean these fabulous women would refrain from seeking Lajos' company. 

Considering the times they were unavailable for each other, she felt it would be churlish on her part to forbid him to have sex with another woman.

After all, she reasoned that she certainly couldn't get upset if and when he masturbated to relieve his sexual tensions should she become unavailable to him. Ergo, why should she get upset if he fucked another woman? At least it would be a much more enjoyable activity for him than his hand. She loved him sufficiently enough that she desired he never lacked in anything. Thus, she actually wanted his sexual needs to be taken care of whenever she could not.

There were two factors that reinforced her attitude on this issue. Since that first day of copulation now more than one year previous, and as a result of it, she knew he was HER MAN and she was HIS WOMAN. Thus, she was not in the least bit intimidated by the extremely sexually alluring women he had fucked in the past and would be able to fuck in the future. She knew deep down to her bones no matter how sexually alluring another woman might be, such woman could not steal his regard; she would remain HIS WOMAN.

The other factor of course was that she had no inclination to remain chaste herself while she was apart from him. During that second year at Northwestern, she would occasionally indulge in one night stands. These came about when either frequenting a bar in Evanston or attending a frat party or an off campus party. Her main problem in those situations was to discourage follow-up requests for dates.

She refused to provide personal contact information,but the truly persistent ones who became infatuated with her had the annoying habit of tracking her down and pestering her for further contact. Finally,she resorted to wearing a ring that could pass for an engagement ring. Displaying the ring, she would advise her admirer something such as follows:

"Oh yes, Alan (or whatever the name happened to be), that was a super night we had. I can't deny that I enjoyed it very much; you were terrific and satisfied me completely. I'll never forget that night, but as you can see I'm actually engaged. 

My fiancée is a brute of a man and he is very jealous. Once a guy had asked me out for just a coffee and I had foolishly accepted. My fiancée happened to come into the café and threaten to punch the guy out if he did not leave immediately. When he hesitated, my fiancée physically picked him up and threw him out of the cafe; And Alan, that guy was bigger than you.

So, as you see for your own safety, you must forget me. 

Yes, I like you but there can be no future for us. If, by any chance I can leave without him going ballistic, I'll certainly get in touch with you." 

Usually that did the trick. If the admirer proved not to be initially deterred by this story, then she embellished the bellicosity of her phantom fiancée, such that the admirer soon feared for his life and could not leave Natasha alone fast enough. 

However this ploy did not work for those admirers who were African-American. Natasha's black admirers tended to be studs who assumed that Natasha's fiancée would be white, they were not so easily intimidated. For them she had to develop a more visual ploy to discourage future contacts.

What she did in such situations, was to agree to a date for coffee at a suitable time in which she could engineer her planned deterrent. During her freshman year when she had been dallying with Dan Pearson the quarterback of the school's football team, she had become acquainted with Luke Jackson, a 6' 7", 320 lbs., offensive lineman of the team. Luke was happy to agree to portray himself as her fiancée for a price. Luke was an African-American male, and that made it easier for Natasha's purpose to rid herself of the persistent one night stand black admirers.

Thus when the situation arose and the time and place for the date was set, Natasha had summoned Luke by text message to appear. With Luke's appearance the admirer/pest had a sense of déjà-vu as Luke played out the scene just like the story Natasha had recounted. Although Luke was by personality a truly good natured man, he could look and act very menacing. The admirer could not leave fast enough when Natasha gasped and warned that he was the brute fiancée.

Luke's price for his pest removal duties was sex. Luke pointed out that if he was to be thought of as her fiancée then having sex would lend authenticity to his role.

Natasha had no problem with this as Luke certainly was a worthwhile lover. As Luke had a steady girlfriend, Natasha did not have to worry about the possibility he might want to cling to her. With Lajos as her lover, she had no wish for an inconvenient lasting love affair. One night stands were OK, but infatuated lovers were annoying and an irritant to her.

Natasha's other source of non Lajos sex that year were the periodic concerts she appeared at the Chicago Sympathy. Because of the success of those ten performances during the previous winter/spring season under Dieter's behest coupled with the outstanding CD sales success of the recording with Lajos, she was in high popular demand. The Symphony had no choice but to provide her with her own personal dressing room.

After each concert, the room was filled with admirers and an impromptu celebration replete with champagne flutes. As the celebration/party waned invariably one male admire outlasted all other visitors. As a result, there was no help for it. Natasha seemed compelled to have sex with the last man standing. Natasha proved to be a most delightful sexual partner to each male admirer who would be a donor/supporter of the Symphony, who otherwise would not gain entrance to the room in the first place. Each of the admirers were so charmed with Natasha and his time with her, that he immediately increased his normal support for the Orchestra, some substantially.

After Natasha's third concert, it became readily apparent to the Symphony management the hidden benefit to the orchestra of her after concert performances. Thus, they graciously provided more perks for Natasha, including a much larger dressing room complete with a fold-up bed for Natasha to rest on as she might desire.

Lajos was aware of Natasha's sexuality from the get go. Dieter Ebersbacher, in introducing her to him had privately advised Lajos that Natasha had two other lovers besides himself. So Lajos came to the conclusion that Natasha was that rare kind of woman who could deeply, wholeheartedly and passionately love more than one man simultaneously. 

Upon his introduction to her, he had formed the determination to become her lover. He had no doubt that he would succeed with her. However he was resigned to the fact that she would not give up Dieter but she would be willing to share her body to the both of them.

So, what Lajos surmised would be his ultimate sexual goal in regards to Natasha was to simply induce her to prefer him to Dieter and he would be satisfied with such result. Of course, with Dieter's death such an envisioned contest did not occur and he had a clear open field in securing her love. Still, given the circumstances of their living apart, he knew there would be no exclusivity. It dawned on him that since he had been prepared to share Natasha with Dieter then, it should be just as easy for him to tolerate her having sex with other men, especially when he was not around.

What made the sex each had with others so non-threatening to their own love was that they were completely open and honest with each other. Not only did they merely report the occasions of what they considered extramarital sex each had indulged in, but they disclosed in graphic detail the nature of their sexual activity. In addition they disclosed to each other the emotions and feelings each experienced during such copulations. Because they did indeed think of themselves as a married couple, they actually labeled these acts as extramarital affairs since to their minds the definition fit. 

While they were apart throughout that year they constantly communicated with each other. They utilized all the modern options: telephone conversations, text messaging, emails, internet chatting, and in a pinch, faxes. They even utilized "snail mail" i.e. the U.S. Post, but such usage was confined to thoughtful declarations of love similar but no doubt saltier to the old fashion love letters favored by past generations of lovers.

In their communications they occasionally indulged in phone sex, typical of what other couples do when participating in such sexual activity. However, the bulk of their communications consisted on reporting to each other the sex which each had enjoyed since the previous communication. Given their mindset, neither one of them was seized with a pang of jealousy or envy upon hearing or reading the graphic details. Instead, they found these recounts inspiring arousal and passion to the listener or to the receiver of the communication. They certainly considered them more titillating and exciting than doing regular phone sex.

When Natasha was hearing or reading a revelation of his latest sexual episode, she paid no heed to his description of his glamorous sex partner. Instead in the retelling, her mind convinced her that she was the female in his story. Thus, she imagined that she herself was the actual recipient of his described amorous actions. As a result, she was totally engrossed as her body reacted physically to the imagined belief. Thus when Lajos described how his cock was being sucked by his glamorous sexy partner, Natasha could sense his cock was in her mouth and the sensation was wonderful.

Without fail, by the time she came to the end of each of his communications, her nipples were swollen and rock hard. Her vagina was soaked with her feminine juices and her body was tense with sexual excitement. She was compelled to masturbate to orgasm. If the communication was by voice via a telephone call, Lajos was always treated to the hearing of panting, grunting and heavy expulsion of breaths as she climaxed.

When Lajos was listening to or reading Natasha's communications, he likewise paid no attention to her description of her male partners and their physical or other attributes. Instead he focused on her descriptions of what she did and what she felt during her sexual activities. Her accounts via telephone conversation were especially erotic. She started speaking in her everyday voice, but as her account became steamy her voice lowered to a sexy sultry delivery. Such totally erotic voice by itself caused an erection. Basically, he was compelled to masturbate during these recitals. He had no choice.

These steamy accounts that they exchanged between themselves did no harm to their relationship but only enhanced it. Instead of producing any feelings of jealousy or envy, the effect of hearing or reading of their partner's so called extramarital sex imbued both of them with a strong yearning for their next mutual sexual experience. The steamier the account, the greater the desire to be together and the anticipation of getting together grew increasingly acute until satisfied. 

In addition, the accounts were instructive. Since they each included in their communications descriptions of their exact emotions as they experienced them, the effect was that each was better equipped to please the other upon their actual next meeting. They were better lovers to each other as result of these erotic disclosures. Had they remained sexually exclusive to each other or had they not intimately disclosed their so called extramarital sex to each other, they would not have been as advanced technically and emotionally in providing ultimate pleasure to each other.

Such was the state of their relationship, when Lajos made that surprise, unexpected visit that August weekend before Natasha was to commence her junior year at Northwestern. Natasha reacted in what was becoming typical for her whenever she met Lajos after an absence: her body was full of pure unadulterated lust. Before Lajos' appearance she was having a sedate evening with her mother and the thought of sex was non-existent in her mind. Once Lajos did appear; sex was the only thing on her mind.

After their initial embrace, Natasha could not get Lajos to her room quick enough for her liking. Naturally some greeting to Vera and an explanation of Lajos visit was necessary for civility but that was all Natasha could tolerate as her libido was completely overcharged. 

She was cognizant that despite the length of their one year plus relationship, Vera and Lajos had not been in each other's company long enough to establish an acquaintanceship. Obviously this surprise visit was an opportunity to rectify this condition but she was too horny to forestall the commencement of sex with Lajos she desperately required. She reasoned that in the morning, after her lusts were satisfied, there would be plenty of time to engage in the necessary social small talk. So, she had no compunction in literally dragging Lajos away to her room. 

As soon as she got him into her room and closed the door she was at him. She unzipped his fly to expose his penis. Once she had a hold of the bare flesh, she started lovingly stroking his rod. Simultaneously she used her other hand to undress herself. Her impatience to fuck caused her to hurry unproductively and fumble in undressing herself. Finally frustrated by her struggles, she reluctantly let go of his cock and stepped back to remove her clothes efficiently.

While Natasha was trying to undress with just her one hand, Lajos was more successful in getting himself naked as he had the use of both of his hands. Her annoyance in not getting quickly undressed and her obvious eagerness to have sex was a definite turn on for him; not to mention he was getting rock hard from her slow tantalizing hand job. Soon he was completely erect and as impatient for sex as she was.

When she stepped back, they quickly became naked. He went toward her and picked her up by her buttocks. He lifted her and pulled her towards him; and he scored a bull's-eye! As she automatically wrapped her legs around him and clung to him, his cock unerringly penetrated her vagina; guided to its target seemingly by remote control. They then started fucking while he was standing up and holding her by her ass.

Although Lajos was a strong man, Natasha was not a petite woman. She was 5'11" tall and weighed 180 lbs. After copulating for a little while standing on his feet, the pressure of her weight began to be too uncomfortable for him. Without losing vaginal contact, he moved her to the dresser against the wall which height was ideal for his purpose. He planted her bottom on top of the dresser, and this maneuver caused her back to crash against the wall making a loud noise.

Natasha was too focused on her passion from their love-making to pay any attention to the pain resulting from her impact against the wall. Physically she let out a loud "whoosh" sound as she had the wind knocked out of her. Her subconscious mind was concluding that he must be tiring from holding onto her, so it was preparing for a coitus interruptus. But with her ass now firmly on the dresser, she was delighted to realize the fucking would continue unabated. 

With such awareness, as soon as she could catch her breath, she was compelled to cheer:

"Yippee! Yahoo! Just keep fucking me Lajos baby. Give it to me! Yay! Give me that cock!"

The crash against the wall and Natasha's subsequent cheering of encouragement was clearly heard by Vera. If she had any hope that her daughter and Lajos would be circumspect in their love-making while she was present in the house, such hopes were effectively dashed. The noises also convinced her that she could not tolerate staying in the house while being aware that her daughter was fucking the man she desired the most. 

As we have noted, Vera exited the house as quickly as she could practically do so. The lovers in their sexual nirvana were oblivious of her departure and did not even hear the noise of Vera's vehicle as she drove away.

With her ass on the dresser, Natasha lifted her legs completely up with her calves resting against Lajos' shoulders. She was double bent in this position and was completely under his control and she loved it. The strokes were now rapid and deliberate. The friction of the activity in her vagina sent pleasure waves coursing through her body in a rippling effect. She was soon overwhelmed completely by the sexual pleasure as her mind went blank to better absorb the erotic senses.

When Lajos reached his climax he ejaculated something fierce. He spurted and spurted seemingly depleting his entire sperm supply. Despite the intensity and the totality of his spent emotions he was capable of more. And he wanted more; he could not get enough of Natasha.

So his phallus remained solid in her; not an iota of softening. She had relaxed her legs from his shoulders so that as he picked her up by her ass, she again automatically wrapped her legs around him and hung on to ease his task of carrying her. 

He transported the both of them across the room. He deftly toppled them together onto the bed with Natasha landing on her back and Lajos on top of her ending up in the standard missionary position. This was admirably done as he successfully maintained vaginal contact without separation throughout the maneuver. Once they were stabilized on the bed he started fucking her again with a demeanor that suggested his actions had been planned from the get go. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 26



As Natasha was calming down, and becoming aware of his deliberate act to continue fornicating she purred in delight. She couldn't be more pleased that there was virtually no pause from her orgasm to resumption of a new round of fucking. Soon she was grunting and squeaking as her pleasure sensations became acute. As he was spilling his seed into her for the second time she was there enjoying her second orgasm.

As Natasha was calming down from this orgasm she was instantly aware he had not yet disengaged from her body as expected. Wonder of wonders, she could sense that he was still rock hard and hot in her pussy. She shrieked in joy as she also sensed he was capable of going another round and seemed disposed to do so. As he offered no resistance she turned around to place herself on top of him. She effected this rotation admirably as she was able to keep his cock in her sheath.

She scrambled to her knees to commence riding on his now well used cock. In control she was able to dictate the pace to her own particular satisfaction and he did not protest. Actually his mind was focused on her magnificent breasts. The way she was bent towards him allowed her ample boobs to be easily accessible to him. He took advantage by touching, cupping, hefting them. He pinched and squeezed her nipples.

His continuous touching of her breasts provided a super extra stimulation to the pleasures she was enjoying. The pleasures kept mounting at each thrust of her hips on his cock. Again the pleasures emanating from the friction in her love canal spread throughout her body. She was in an exquisite euphoric state as her third orgasm started to overwhelm her and all her senses. 

During this orgasm she was panting and in between pants uttered terse expletives such as 

"Oh Shit!" and "Oh fuck!"

This time as she was calming down from the excitement of her climax, she sensed he was wilting and slipping out of her cunt. However with a smile he was beckoning her and she knew exactly what he was signaling; what he wanted her to do. 

Pinching her labia lips tight to confine as much of the fluids in her, she scrambled on her knees towards his face. Positioning her vulva directly above his open mouth she released her hold on her labia lips. This allowed the accumulated sperm from the three consecutive ejaculations to flow into his oral receptacle.

She continuously contracted her vaginal muscles to expel the maximum amount of sperm possible. He licked her cunt to suck up some errant drops of semen so that all the sperm in her that could be extracted ended up in his mouth. When the procedure was complete she got off him to allow him to sit up. When he was so situated she sat on her lap and they embraced as they commenced a cum swapping kiss. The kiss lingered on and on as they exchanged the sperm and ingested some equally. 

As they finished their erotic sperm play Natasha recalled an old song sung by Jimmy Rodgers which she had heard from her grandfather's music collection. It was called "Kisses Sweeter Than Wine". In her joy she broke out parodying the song by mimicking the tune but using suitably altered lyrics that she thought of on the spur of the moment. She sang the song in English unmindful whether Lajos fully understood:

"When I was a young girl and never been cum kissed

I got to thinkin' it over how much I had missed

So I got me a Lajos and tasted his cum and then

Oh lordy I cum kissed him again

Because he had cum kisses sweeter than wine

He had mmm mmm cum kisses sweeter than wine

Sweeter than wine.

Well I stuck my tongue deep into his mouth

To scoop and suck back cum to my mouth

I cum kissed and cum swapped to my delight

And then whoops oh lordy I did it again

Because he had cum kisses sweeter than wine

He had mmm mmm cum kisses sweeter than wine

Sweeter than wine."

Lajos did have trouble in following the English idiom so he asked her to translate. When he came to understand it he laughed heartedly at the saucy lyrics, and he admitted she had a pleasant singing voice.

He replied:

"So my sweet Natasha not only are you a composer of great music, but you are capable of supplying lyrics as well although I'm not sure this song will reach the market."

Natasha smirked and replied

:

"No Lajos this will be just our song. Say would you like a beer? I think I could use one to wash down your juices."

Natasha who had no modesty especially with her mother, strode down to the kitchen still naked to fetch the beer. She called out for Vera to ascertain if she could get something for her as well but naturally got no response. When she returned with a couple of Heinekens, she informed Lajos as she handed a beer:

"Apparently Mom has gone out, so we have the house to ourselves. Oh well, we can talk with her in the morning."

Natasha took no more concern, but it did dawn on Lajos that Vera had the habit of not being in the house whenever he had arrived in Chicago. He began to suspect that Vera was deliberately avoiding him so as not to confront their mutual attraction, and he was bemused by this notion. 

In the back of his mind he was more determined to fuck her eventually and her avoidance of him signaled that seducing her would not be much of a problem. But he was in no hurry as Natasha definitely needed tending at this time. 

So they fucked some more during the night. In the morning Natasha reviewed her text messages and discovered Vera's which advised of her absence as a result of a business emergency. So Natasha and Lajos were able to continue engaging in a sexual marathon the remainder of the weekend. By the time Lajos left late Sunday afternoon Natasha was satiated and she wore a large smile congruent with her satisfaction. 

She was not particularly despondent at his departure this time because she knew he was hers and nothing would change that. She knew that their next meeting whether expected or unexpected promised great sex and that made the wait tolerable.

On her trip back from Dallas, Vera took the precaution to contacting Natasha to ascertain if Lajos had indeed left. Assured of his absence, Vera was able to meet Natasha with full composure. 

Her own "Damsel in Distress" activities had provided enough satisfaction that she could withstand hearing Natasha reveal all the graphic details of her wonderful time with Lajos. However after a few days, Natasha's exultations started to wear and soon Vera was reduced to her misery state. Well aware that the perfect man for her was her daughter's lover and ergo off limits to her. And that sucked!

When Vera took over managing the career for Pamela Rose both she and Pamela agreed that a new direction would be required. They had to strategize on how best to retain Pamela's sold fan base but also be able to attract new fans. First decision was that Pamela would cease touring for at least three years. That would give her a chance to relax and recharge her batteries from the grueling twenty years non-stop grind she had followed.

As Pamela contemplated, Vera conducted market surveys to determine what was the best type of music for Pamela to perform. Since Pamela had a varied repertoire it was now more important to decide exactly what music genre had the best potential to keep her old fans as well attract new fans so that she would remain a force in show business despite her advancing age and all the new younger competition.

To this end, both of them decided the best rival for Pamela to emulate would be Alison Krauss, especially considering she is of relatively same age. Pamela loved that combination of bluegrass, country and a little bit of folk music that Alison thrived on. However both of them agreed that the new style should include some light and sexy rock music as well. That addition should distinguish Pamela from Alison and tap into audiences Alison does not attract.

They decided to try a limited tour of only three concerts, each one month apart. The tour would be in the south so they would name it the Deep South Tour. They agreed on performing in the south as they felt southern audiences would be more receptive to this new music style. Although a modest beginning, still it would be sufficient to determine what works and what doesn't so that a much bigger tour could be undertaken in the future with less risk. 

However, to counter the disadvantages of such a limited tour they decided to plan to stage the concerts in football fields to allow for huge audiences. Presuming successful concerts, then huge audiences would make the spread of a successful word of mouth campaign more likely.

Now there was a risk in such strategy. Considering the three year absence from show business, she might not be able to attract anywhere near total capacity. If only half or less of the available tickets were sold, the effect of visible empty seats could ruin the image of a successful concert no matter how good the performances were.

Any way, during the preliminary planning, it was decided to perform first in Jackson, MS, then in Tuscaloosa, AL and finally in Atlanta, GA on the Saturday following Thanksgiving. There was no problem in scheduling the Jackson concert on the last Saturday of September. The concert in Tuscaloosa was scheduled on the last Saturday in October being the only Saturday in October when the Crimson Tide (what is the crimson tide? wondered Vera and Pamela) was not playing at home and because the Falcons (what is the falcons?) did not play on Saturdays, there was no problem in obtaining the desired date. The Jackson stadium was the smallest of the three, but it still had a seating capacity of 40,000. Tuscaloosa would be over 100,000 and Atlanta over 70,000.

Alison Krauss frequently performed with a band called the "Union Station". This band consisted of three guitar players playing various guitars, a bass player and a drummer. So Pamela thought she would set up a similar band for herself and call it the "Dixie Depot". Pamela took on the task of assembling the band herself as she only wanted top notch musicians to back her up. 

However, she had another important criteria for membership to her new band. They each had to satisfy her sexually since from Pamela's point of view, after an exhausting concert nothing would hit the spot better than an impromptu orgy with her band.

For that reason, the auditions that Pamela conducted in forming the band consisted of an unorthodox methodology. She would usually audition five musicians at a time most often at a convenient recording studio. A typical audition was the last one she held. 

Having already selected four members and needing only one more guitarist to complete her band Pamela had scheduled the last audition at her favorite recording studio in Glendale California. She booked the studio for the entire day and for an extra fee Pamela had the studio all to herself.

The audition was held on that Thursday before the TLR orgy where Pamela and Vera got it on for Vera's "Damsel in Distress" session. The five musicians invited by Pamela for the audition duly arrived at the studio at the appointed time with their guitars and music excited to have the opportunity to perform with the now legendary Pamela Rose. They were surprised and titillated by Pamela's appearance as she greeted them. 

Pamela was wearing a colorful short above the knees plaid skirt and a diaphanous blouse that provided a generous view of her ample braless breasts. 

Once they were all present Pamela addressed them:

"Gentlemen as I advised when I invited you to this audition, I am forming a band to accompany me in a small tour. I'll be trying a music style that I'm not usually associated with, which my previous bands are not at least to my mind proficient at. So the tour will be somewhat experimental, but I have already written most of the music I intend performing. If the audiences like the new me well, the sky can be the limit as far as you are concerned. If the tour flops then I guess it's a case of 'c'est la vie'. 

I have already selected four members of the band and I'm hoping one of you will be the fifth and final member. I have booked this studio for the whole day as I want to be absolute certain that who I select will fit in perfectly. 

The first phase of this audition will consist of three parts: the first part will consist of each of you playing one of the pieces of the music you have brought and that you are obviously familiar with. 

The second part will consist of you playing the music of a song I've composed to be used on the tour; obviously this music will be unfamiliar to you. I have music for more than fifteen songs so that each one of you will be playing a different song so that none of you will have an advantage of hearing a previous song. I will of course be singing along to judge how well we mesh.

The third part of phase 1 of this audition I need not elaborate, but what is required of you will become obvious. Incidentally this studio is not a prison, so if anyone of you becomes dissatisfied as to how the audition is proceeding you are definitely free to leave at anytime. By the way are there any questions so far?"

One of them did ask:

"This third part, does it require a special music talent that I might not be familiar with?"

"Oh no, Frank is it, Frank Cunningham?" 

and as Frank nodded, Pamela continued:

"Actually to tell the truth, I know you all have excellent reputations as musicians, and that is why I invited you to audition in the first place. So I don't expect I would be disappointed in any one of you in the performance of the first two parts of phase 1 of this audition. So yes the third part of the audition will most likely be a determinative factor in my ultimate decision.

However you need not worry as it will become self evident that no advance preparation is required.

Now when it is your turn you will be required to perform all three parts of phase 1 of this audition in your one turn. All of you are to remain and watch as each of you will audition before me and the others. 

When all five of you have completed your part, phase 1 of this audition will be over and I shall eliminate two of you. The three remaining candidates will go on to phase two of the audition, which as I said, will be a non musical test somewhat similar in nature to part 3 of phase 1 of this audition.

After this second phase, I shall eliminate two, leaving only one of you. This last man standing, so to speak, is not guaranteed a spot in the band yet since you will have to undergo a third phase. If you are successful in this phase, I shall let you know immediately and advise you of further details. 

I don't want to be troubled by any further questions, so when it is your turn I'll give you five minutes to tune your guitar. The order of audition will be how I arbitrarily choose and Frank you will be the first to start."

So the musicians took seats on the available chairs and arranged themselves in a semi-circle facing Pamela. Pamela sat on a high stool, and as she was not wearing any underwear, her crotch was provocatively visible to the auditioning musicians. 

Frank gamely tuned up and then played a very familiar bluegrass tune. His playing was flawless and Patricia was pleased as he had the weakest musical reputation amongst these five. She knew then that she really need not conduct any more musical tests since any one of them would fit in with the musicianship of the already four chosen band members. 

Once Frank finished playing his piece of music, Pamela got off her stool, obtained and handed him the music of one of her proposed concert songs. After a few seconds perusal, Frank was able to play the tune. As he started playing Pamela started singing with him as she had previously indicated she would. Their performance was superb as Pamela was certain this song would be a hit at least on the country western charts. 

As the singing ended, all the musicians tensed as they realized they were about to discover the nature of part 3.

Pamela smiled at Frank and said:

"Just place your guitar on the chair and stand up straight facing me. You don't have to do anything else for now."

Once Frank complied, Pamela reached down to unzip his fly and grabbed his cock. Once she exposed his penis she dropped to her knees and proceeded to commence a blow job in full view of the other auditioning musicians. 

Once the shock and surprise wore off the men realized they should have suspected something like this considering the way Pamela was dressed. They also then realized that being a member of Pamela's band would have tantalizing fringe benefits. 

Once Pamela sensed Frank was getting close to ejaculation she released his stiff cock. She instructed him to lower his pants and underwear as she turned to get the stool. With the stool in place, having hitched up her skirt to expose her nether regions she leaned on it to steady and balance herself. Turning her head around, she instructed:

"OK Frank! Shove that lovely cock in me. Make my cunt sing."

Frank had no trouble in complying with this request as fucking Pamela was his most secret desire when he obtained the invitation to audition to be in her band. That his desire would be actually and so unceremoniously fulfilled was beyond his wildest imagination. 

Aware that this might be his only opportunity to fuck Pamela he decided to make the most of the occasion. Thus rather than fucking her frantically like a novice he utilized all his learned skills in lovemaking.

Once he had penetrated her vagina his strokes were slow and measured. He wrapped his hands around her and reached inside her blouse. He seized her nipples and squeezed and tweaked them to rock hardness. He swallowed an ear and nipped the lobe while licking with his tongue. His breath on her ear caused her brain to seemingly melt. His lovemaking was so erotic to her that when she climaxed she screamed and cursed to such an extent the others began to seriously wonder if he had hurt her.

Once she stopped vocalizing and realizing he had spent into her as well, she calmly disengaged. She straightened herself and readjusted her clothing to its original state. She moved the stool back in position as she seated herself. Unconcerned with some of his sperm oozing out of her vagina and dribbling down her thighs, she looked toward her next pre-determined candidate and nonchalantly said:

"You're next Claude. Please start the part 1 of your audition as soon as you're satisfied with your guitar."

And so the pattern was set for the entire "phase 1" of the audition. It was not lost on the auditioning musicians that since their musicianship were more or less equal that the success in the audition would depend on the one best satisfying Pamela sexually. With such stakes each one of them concentrated on performing their sexual best to the utter delight of Pamela. She was thereby, in her element of her natural wantonness. 

What was most pleasing about the "audition" for Pamela was that she had no apprehensions and could enjoy the sex with unbridled passion. The requirement to maintaining a chaste pristine public image to protect her career had long since expired. Her pre-nuptial agreement had matured and her assets were well protected by Vera's accounting firm. She did not need to even worry about an ugly sex scandal being perceived as the ruination of her marriage which was so beloved by the media and the public. Her marriage had already survived a quasi sex scandal involving Larry.

Larry was forced to resign from his fifteen year otherwise highly successful professional football career this past season. He had been discovered to have twittered naked pictures of himself to a glamorous female sportswriter. However as Pamela was not publically outraged the scandal quickly died down and things were back to normal. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 26



It gave Pamela a sense of immunity against exposure of her truly sexual nature. She felt she now had a carte blanche to carry on exactly as how she wished without any fear or trepidation.

From Pamela's viewpoint this freedom was most welcome. She was not a one man woman so that her situation with Larry was ideal. She believed she would remain married to him forever as she was not interested in going through the bother of a divorce. If he wanted a divorce then it would be up to him. 

These auditioning musicians were so wonderful sexually for Pamela that she could not truly decide who to eliminate. They were all good and floated her boat equally. So she told them to wait she had to go to the bathroom. 

She accordingly picked up her purse which happened to contain a deck of cards. Once in the bathroom by drawing cards in the order of how she was fucked, she picked those three with the highest card value drawn. So when she emerged she was able to announce the three still in the running. She consoled the two eliminated musicians and she intimated she might get in touch with them in the future for a sexual adventure.

With the three remaining guitarists, she had them clear the floor area so that she could lay out a thick carpet that she had beforehand delivered to the studio. In addition she laid out bed sheets to make the floor space as comfortable as possible. In their sight, she dragged two huge bags to the edge of the carpet and first removed an hourglass from one of them. With the help of the men she removed sex toys and other sex paraphernalia from the bags and laid them alongside the hour glass. 

Then getting undressed, she only had her shoes, skirt and blouse to remove, she said:

"Phase two of the audition will strictly be a sex audition. That hourglass is exactly a one hour timer. So when you are naked like me and ready, I will turn the hourglass to start the test. It is strictly up to you three how the sex test will proceed. You can use or not use any toy or any other instrument that's laid out. You can do anything sexual you want to do to me. You can require me to do anything you want of me and I promise I will comply so far as I am capable.

Since there are no shower facilities in this studio, I must make two exceptions. There can be no water sports or scat. No pissing or shitting in other words. So if you have no questions why don't you get naked and we can have some fun."

The men could not believe their ears as they listened to Pamela. The first thing in their minds was to test how much sexual depravity could Pamela really tolerate. With this in mind they each demanded that Pamela lick and slobber on their ass holes. They were truly amazed at how enthusiastically Pamela complied. They tried out the whips and softly applied them on Pamela's bottom reddening it somewhat. Little did they suspect Pamela was used to much harsher discipline than that so that she exhibited no distress whatsoever. 

Two of them then wanted to test out how extreme the sex Pamela could tolerate. They butt plugged her and demanded she suck both their cocks simultaneously. Although Pamela was able to get two cock heads into her mouth, she could not provide an adequate double blow jobs at once. The men disgusted at this failure, withdrew their cocks and butt plug and opted for a simple simultaneous sodomy and blow job. 

They positioned Pamela on her hands and knees so she could take a cock up her ass while sucking on the other cock.

While this two way action was going on in this manner, Frank the first audition performer scooted underneath Pamela to lick up Pamela's cunt. As Pamela's vagina was by now saturated with sperm from the previous copulations, he was able to extract quite a mouthful. His sucking of her cunt was an unbelievably erotic experience for Pamela and in gratitude she reached over to play with his cock and balls. When the sodomy was completed, Frank moved to lick and suck on Pamela's ass providing yet another erotic high for her.

When the hour was up, Pamela had no problem in choosing as she picked Frank as the finalist. What the two others didn't realize was that although Pamela had given them carte blanche in the sexual activity it was a test and they failed miserably. They used the test to indulge in their basest desires without regard to the desire of their partner. 

Frank got it. Throughout the hour, although he certainly did pursue kinky sex it was always with the view of going for mutual pleasure.

As the two unsuccessful musicians departed with their property, Pamela and Frank remained naked.

Once alone, Pamela said:

"As I said at the start, although you are now the last man left, it does not mean you are in the band. You must pass a final test which might prove to be the toughest."

Frank retorted:

"Lay it on baby. I'm ready for tough."

Pamela laughed:

"I do love your confidence I'm sure you will shine. So here's the deal: as you might surmise I am truly a slut and a whore and I actually revel in it. You can also surmise that I've had lots of sexual experience, especially of the kinky esoteric kind mainly so I don't become jaded heaven forbid! So your challenge is to fuck me now in the most mundane and uninspiring fashion. That is to say the old tried and true missionary position. If you can make me cum, then you're in the band."

Frank laughed and replied:

"Wow that is indeed a formidable test. But I'm up for it as you can see."

Pamela giggled in reply as she looked at his erection:

"That sure does look like a great beginning."

So they got into the missionary position and Frank penetrated her. It did occur to him that perhaps this would indeed be tough test as she had already experienced a plethora of orgasms and he himself was a little fatigued. As she wrapped her legs around him receiving his thrusts, he got an idea. Taking advantage of the fact that she was a singer, he believed she could be thrilled by singing during coitus. 

So as he was fucking, he started singing parodying the Troggs 'Wild Thing':

"Pamela...you make my cock hard

You make everything

Sexy

I said Pamela

Pamela, I love to fuck you

But I wanna know for sure

Come on squeeze my cock

I love fucking you

Pamela surprised but joined in the singing with appropriate changes reflecting her viewpoint. 

Frankie...you make my twat sweat

You make everything

Yummy

I said Frankie

Frankie, I love being fucked

But I wanna know for sure 

Come on stuff my cunt

I love being fucked 

Pamela was overjoyed by the singing novelty and surprisingly she was completely aroused. His cock movement in her took on an added delight beyond her normal sensations. She had no problem in achieving an orgasm as she felt his sperm blasting onto her love canal. As she was calming down but still in a euphoria she giggled out a response:

You're in the band big boy. I'll give you my agent's card. She lives in Chicago but has an office here if you or your agent needs to meet her. The first concert will be in Jackson MS in a little more than a month from now and Vera can fill you in with the exact details including a rehearsal schedule. Now this detail Vera won't tell you, but is my personal stipulation on this tour.

Mys live near Jackson so after that concert I'll be taken up with familial obligations. So for your own entertainment you can have your girlfriends and or any other friends, family whatever to be there to do what you want after the show. However after the Tuscaloosa concert and the Atlanta concert, I have no plans. So I need to be entertained after these concerts. In that case you will not want your girlfriends or otherwise to be with you. I trust this explains the peculiar nature of the audition I conducted to recruit this band and I sincerely hope you have no problem with this personal condition for this tour." 

Frank chuckled his reply:

"Oh no ma'am I have no problem with that particular condition."

Pamela was aware that Alison Krauss in addition to her vocals occasionally played the violin in her concerts with her band. In Pamela's view this was quite a positive feature which she would dearly love to imitate. Alas Pamela did not play the violin. She hated her flute lessons when she was a child and vowed not to learn to play any instrument. Curiously though in addition to song writing she loved composing music and could write music for various instruments.

As she was in the initial stages planning for the Deep South Tour Pamela professionally met the band "bond" a classical string quartet of Australian/British female performers who toured playing crossover classical-popular music. These women were very good looking and performed in sexy outfits. She was enthralled by their performances and wanted to incorporate such style as well in her band. She still wanted to play a combination of bluegrass, country, folk and light rock. But she wanted to play in sexy flamboyant clothes like "bond" to contrast herself to Alison Kraus who predominantly performed in rather simple conservative clothes like a drab skirt and sweater.

With such thoughts she formed the idea of having Natasha play on her tour as well. She could envision that the band would be clothed in garb like Krauss' Union Station band but she and Natasha could perform in sexy clothes. She had not met Natasha but from associating with Vera she learned that Natasha was a dead ringer for her mother so she obviously had to be eye candy.

With such thoughts she consulted Vera about her idea to have Natasha play the violin on the tour. After all it was only three performances that should not interfere unduly with her studies.

Vera's opinion was that Natasha was very serious about her career and probably would not be interested. However as the first concert would be in Jackson MS obviously the opportunity to visit with her family would have great appeal. As Vera herself was too busy at that particular time this would mean Natasha would be visiting them for the first time independently of her. In addition since Pamela was going to have her children for this concert this would be a perfect opportunity for them to meet Natasha provided of course Pamela was willing.

Pamela had up to this time resisted such meeting on the premise it would be too difficult for children to appreciate the visit. She felt her children were too young to cope with such reality since she and Larry were not good parents for them. Pamela's view was that once her children were old enough and resigned to the strangeness of their parents a meeting with Natasha would then not be so traumatic. As Peter and Little Hannah were now 15 and 13 years of age respectively, Pamela had to concede there was now no reason to keep the half sibs apart if they, themselves had no objection to meeting.

Pamela also considered that as Larry's football career was now over, he had decided at least for now to work for his father's businesses in a public relations capacity. So Larry was now living in Crystal Springs. Pamela knew she could induce Larry and Lamar to now meet Natasha now since Vera would not be present. Perhaps Natasha might be interested. Vera advised that it is up to Natasha as she no longer cared. Pamela suggested that this might be the final attraction for Natasha to agree to do the concert tour.

In that connection, Vera suggested to Pamela that she not approach Natasha until details of the tour were fully established. Natasha would tend not to refuse if everything was nailed down and she had virtually nothing to do and would really have no excuses to refuse except a petty one about keeping her music pure. They had worked between them as to how best to approach Natasha to secure her participation. Thus once Pamela had decided on Frank being in the band everything was set.

Pamela would have liked to have one last rehearsal of strategies with Vera, but the TLR venue, Pamela had to concede was not suitable. There was no longer any point to delay so she called and got a hold of Natasha that Monday afternoon after the orgy:

"Hello Natasha?"

"Yes that's me."

"It's Pamela Rose I assume you know who I am?"

Natasha snorted a reply: 

"Everyone knows who you are, unless one has been living under a rock for the past twenty-five years or so."

Pamela chuckled and replied:

"Your mother warned me of your sarcasm. I'm sure you are well aware as to what I refer to when I suggest us knowing each other."

Natasha coyly replied:

"If by that you mean am I aware you are married to the man who is my biological sire and therefore your children are by blood my half siblings, then yes I am aware of who you are."

Unperturbed by Natasha's barbs, Pamela replied:

"Unfortunately, my husband did not reveal to me of your existence when we married. Had he done so at the time I daresay I would have insisted on my children knowing you and arranging for the occasional visit. 

I learned of your existence when I first met your mother some five years ago. At that time I felt my children were too young to meet you. Because I and my husband then pursued time consuming careers my children were too confused and I felt they could not handle meeting you with equanimity. So I have kept knowledge of your existence from them; possibly not a wise decision but it was done for what I felt was best for my children.

Vera and I have since become good friends, and I promised her that when I felt the time was right, I would accede to a meeting presuming a mutual desire. So, when I saw her yesterday morning, having apprised her of the opportunity to arrange such meeting, she more or less gave me permission to seek you out. Of course, since you are now an adult such permission is not strictly necessary, but still..."

At this point Natasha interrupted:

"You saw my mother yesterday morning?

"

"Why yes at the Texas Love Ranch where...oh dear...wait a minute Vera has led me to believe that she has informed you of her participation and membership in this club. Am I wrong?"

"No you're not wrong; my mother has indeed told me about the TLR and has described some of the activities that go on. Sounds like a blast. Who knows maybe one day I'll join as well. But what is surprising to me is you seeing her there yesterday. She advised me that she was called on a business emergency."

"Well, Vera apparently had a sexual emergency since the club made special accommodation for her. She was treated to a gang bang whereby she fucked every man and woman at the orgy, except for four who were not up for the task." 

"My! My! I'm impressed. My mother does not usually go into detail with me about her sexual escapades, but knowing she's sexy and gorgeous I'm not surprised."

"Yes, I've had some good times with her when we have teamed up for group sex at the club. I don't know if you are aware but your mother is my manager and agent as well as my accountant. She and I have finalized a special three performance concert tour, playing in Jackson, Tuscaloosa and Atlanta; each concert would be a month apart. I'll be trying out a different music style than my norm."

Natasha was getting bored with the conversation as she grumbled:

"That's interesting I'm sure."

Cognizant of Natasha losing interest, Pamela quickly continued:

"But this might interest you. You see, the first concert is in Jackson on the last Saturday in September and my children will be there. In addition, I will be having dinner the next day with Larry and his family. I know from Vera that you have a good time visiting your maternal relatives but this way I can arrange for you to visit not only my children but your father and grandfather as well."

"But why would I have occasion to be in Crystal Springs at this time of the year anyway. Usually I go there with my mother sometime in the summer months and sometimes at Christmas".

"Well it's just not arranging a visit with my children in conjunction with you visiting your relatives but I have another motive in contacting you."

"Oh really?"

"Yes Natasha. You see this three cities tour I'm planning is an experiment on my part to try out some music I don't often perform. If it is a successful tour then perhaps I will have a new and stable direction in my career."

Natasha was getting bored again:

"Interesting I'm sure. But what's that got to do with me?"

"Patience my dear it will become clear. I am patterning myself to imitate and compete with Alison Krauss and her band the 'Union Station'. To this end I've recruited my own new band which I will name the 'Dixie Depot'."

Natasha grumbled impatiently:

"All very intriguing I'm sure..."

Pamela unperturbed continued:

"Now this is where you come in. You see Alison has a fiddle which she occasionally plays during her sets. Her act is enhanced thereby. Now I do not play the violin but the music I visualize playing on the tour would certainly be richer with the lush sounds of a lovely violin included. So you see I am proposing you kill two birds with one stone so to speak. You can finally meet my children and have some fun playing the violin on a more carefree basis than you are used to."

Natasha no longer bored but vehemently indignant sneered:

"What! A fiddle player? You expect me to play a fiddle in the sticks of the deep South? Why I'm a world class violin virtuoso. My performances have been acclaimed by the most renowned music critics."

"Oh don't be such a snob Natasha. Besides Atlanta is a world class city. You earn peanuts playing on the classical music stage. Playing before a popular music audience is where the big money is."

Natasha pouted:

"I don't exactly earn peanuts when I perform before the Chicago Symphony."

Pamela scoffed:

"Pshaw! That's just chump change. I bet your take for the Tuscaloosa concert will be tenfold what you make playing for the Chicago Symphony."

Now Natasha perked up:

"Really? Ten times more?"

Pamela added:

"Yes indeed! You've heard of the group called 'bond'?"

"You mean the string quartet from Australia and the UK?"

"Exactly! Four not too shabby good looking women who do crossover classical music. Although they play straight classical music as well but they wear flamboyant sexy clothes and it's this glamour and glitz that earns them the big bucks."

Natasha was starting to weaken as the proposal was starting to appeal.

She protested weakly:

"But look Pamela, I'm about to start my junior year at Northwestern, and it's a demanding schedule I follow, which takes a lot of my time. In addition I've been booked for six concert performances with the Chicago Symphony this coming year. Now I probably could squeeze the three concert dates in my schedule especially since they are each spaced a month apart. And as much as I would like to meet your children, my half brother and sister, I don't see how I could find the time to rehearse with you and your band to provide an adequate performance."

"Oh that is my least worry. As you say you are truly a world class violinist and I have your CD. Your talent is awesome and whenever I play your CD I'm always enchanted even though I'm not into classical music. Now the music you normally play is intricate. The music we will play is simple, child's play for you to learn. I've written all the songs we will perform and I've written the music for a violin. I'll forward these to you and I would imagine you would only need to practice no more than ten minutes a day to master it all.

When you get to Jackson for the concert we will have time to rehearse for an hour, which should be plenty of time to iron out any kinks. I will co-ordinate with your mother to provide you with a performance wardrobe. And the only other thing I need you to do is watch some videos of Alison Krauss and 'bond' so that you have a good idea of what you would be getting into."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 27



The concert that night was a huge success. Pamela and Vera had taken a chance by booking huge football stadiums for the tour. In setting up the concert the stadium in Jackson, Mississippi, Veterans Memorial Stadium, would have a seating capacity of over 40,000 and it would be embarrassing if she didn’t draw well. However despite Pamela’s lessening popularity the concert was sold out. There was a buzz of excitement right from the get go as her fans anticipated a wonderful time.

Pamela and Natasha were identically dressed and with the aid of the presence of the ubiquitous huge screens the entire audience was treated to the full exotic effect of their provocative costumes. Pamela’s new songs were well received and greeted by thunderous enthusiastic applause. 

Natasha’s contributions were exactly as Pamela had envisioned. The audience was vowed by her playing. Her violin playing complimented the other musicians to elevate the music to maximum listening pleasure, but Natasha was skilful enough not to let her performance overpower and negate the rest of the band.

Having had the benefit of viewing the ‘bond’ videos, Natasha pranced around the stage very seductively as she was simultaneously playing her violin. Her antics prompted constant wolf whistles and enthusiastic spontaneous cheering from the male members in the audience. At the end of the concert everyone in the audience felt fully entertained and satisfied despite the fact that most of the time Pamela did not play the kind of music that had garnered her initial fame.

Pamela was totally thrilled by the audience reaction as it augured well for a successful continuation of her show business career.
At the end of the concert, Natasha finally met her half brother and sister. Pamela had arranged her children to see the concert and to come back to the dressing room she and Natasha shared. 

Peter was now fifteen and was a spitting image of his father. Little Hannah, now thirteen, and although very much like her mother, possessed unmistakable features of her namesake: her grandmother Big Hannah.

Given Pamela’s constant disparaging of her motherly skills, Natasha had come to expect that her sibs would be snooty and obnoxious typical of so many celebrity children. However Peter and Little Hannah proved to be well mannered betraying no conceit. After the initial awkwardness they got along splendidly. The meeting was a total success and Natasha was totally pleased to acquire an addition to her circle of family relatives.

Leonid had retired. With Vera’s financial assistance he and Grusha had acquired a comfortable retirement home in Jackson. Thus Natasha after the concert went with them to this home to spend the night. Some of the rest of the family had tagged along and so an impromptu party ensued lasting a few hours before Natasha finally got to sleep. 

The next day Natasha went to Anna’s home in Crystal Springs where almost the whole Starikovich family ands had gathered to take advantage of Natasha’s visit. At six o’clock Natasha left for the Grant mansion to meet her paternal family and have dinner as planned by Pamela.

To say that Pamela Rose and Larry Grant did not have an orthodox marriage would be an understatement. Still their marriage worked and as far as their adoring fans knew it was a successful one. Their marriage really worked because of the understanding they had established before the wedding. Each of their desired lifestyles was not changed but at the same time they enjoyed the benefits of being married. The main principal benefit has the image projected to the public which in turn had a positive impact on their careers.

Thus despite each leading what most would consider tawdry, lewd, steamy sex lives, such behavior never came to light. Even if some members of the media did suspect that all was not as honky dory as it would appear; both Pamela and Larry comported themselves in public as if they were a couple in love with each other, and enjoying the happiest of marriages.

They always explained their separate residences as merely the result of the exigencies of their careers not as a result of any discord. Since Pamela and Big Hannah were not close to any of the relatives they had, they always made a point to celebrate Thanksgiving and Christmas at the Grant mansion in Crystal Springs, MS. Pamela was sure to emphasize to the media, this fact.

You could always count on Pamela and Larry to appear at appropriate social functions as a couple. Whenever not with each other neither one of them was ever seen in a public function in the company of another person of the opposite sex.

Outside of public events, if Larry was spotted on a date, he was always able to explain away the circumstances and insist he was not on a date. His dates had no inclination to protest such assertions since considering his amatory skills they never wanted to admit to their closest friends that they had agreed to a date with him. As for Pamela she never dated since she was only interested in sex with men not in companionship with them. 

Pamela and Larry even occasionally had sex with each other. For Pamela she was always curious to learn if Larry’s sexual techniques improved any considering the ever increasing number of women she was aware he had fucked. Amazingly enough despite his extensive sexual experience he still refused to spend any time on foreplay. Pamela had gotten used to such lack of skill on his part that she was able to will herself into arousal when the occasion should arise. Thus she was not dry when he penetrated her. That way sex with him although not exciting was at least tolerable.

The viability of their marriage was able to withstand even a potentially truly ugly sex scandal that recently surfaced in public. Some two years previously in pursuing a sexy reporter assigned to report on the team he was then playing for, Larry sent nude photos of himself to her. It was a dumb idea but as the female was not really interested in him nothing came of it. But in June of the current year the photos were discovered by an acquaintance of the reporter and he caused them to be released on the internet.

To protect her own public image the reporter avowed that she was humiliated and hurt by Larry’s unwanted intrusion in her life. She had wanted to forget about the whole thing and that is why she had not come out in public until she was forced to by the exposure of these photos on the internet.

The NFL alarmed by the potential harm of the story chose to penalize Larry severely. They suspended him from preseason training as well as the first six games of the new season. Given his age, Larry knew he would unlikely be able to regain his starting QB job with his team after such a lengthy absence. Thus he chose to retire and to take up a position in public relations with his father’s businesses.

The furor of the scandal threatened the carefully crafted perfect marriage image that Pamela enjoyed. But she was able to defray such harm by her public reaction to the scandal when first accosted by a reporter. When the scandal broke out the entertainment and sports reporters were clamoring to get a comment from Pamela. The first reporter to do so had spotted Pamela when she was in midst of shopping at one of her favorite fashion stores in Beverly Hills, CA. 

The reporter accosted her for an impromptu interview and the following transpired:

“Pamela, I’m Shannon Calvert of the Hollywood Reporter. Can you spare a few moments to answer some questions?”

Pamela ever mindful of the need to cultivate the media, especially entertainment media, replied:

“Sure Shannon. By the way I am always entertained by what you write. So fire away I can spare a little time.”

“Great Pamela! Just to be brief do you have a comment on the state of your marriage?”

“My marriage? Well I don’t know what you mean by that question. Perhaps you can elaborate.”

“Is your marriage in trouble?”

“In trouble? Well I don’t think so. I certainly am not contemplating commencing divorce proceedings. And as far as I’m aware my husband Larry Grant hasn’t served me with any divorce papers either, and I do not suspect he has such inclination to so. Of course I might be wrong on this point, do you then have different information?”

“Might not your marriage be in trouble in light of the news about your husband?”

“News about my husband? What news?”

“You mean to say you haven’t heard the news about your husband? It’s in all the papers and all over the television networks.”

“I understand Larry is a pretty good football player so that he’s constantly in the news. I am not a football fan so I don’t read about him. Actually I don’t read about myself either for that matter, although I do read your columns Shannon.” 

Ignoring Pamela’s obvious patronizing of her, the veteran reporter persisted:

“But this is not sporting news. This is a scandal, a sex scandal involving your husband. Are you certain that you have not heard something about this?”

“Scout’s honor! I am totally ignorant of any scandal sexual or otherwise about my husband. If you want me to comment you are going to have to enlighten me about this so called scandal.”

“About two years ago when Larry was playing for the Miami Dolphins, he sent pictures of himself to Jennifer Sturgis, who at the time was a sports reporter for the Miami Herald covering the team…”

Pamela interrupted:

“Let me see if I got this straight. Larry sent pictures of himself to a woman two years ago…two years ago? And this is news now?”

“Well these pictures were recently discovered and made public now. Ms Sturgis claims she has been humiliated.”

Pamela looked genuinely incredulously at the reporter and interrupted again:

“This woman was humiliated because Larry sent pictures of himself two years ago which have just now become public. That seems hard to swallow.”

“They were pictures of himself naked.”

“And she complained?”

“She claims they were sexist.”

Pamela snorted and replied:

“As Larry’s wife I can truthfully say I’ve seen Larry naked countless of times. He may be sexist in his views like I daresay most men, but he certainly has a magnificent male body that any woman could admire. That is unless I suppose if one is a lesbian. Is this woman a lesbian then?”

“No she’s not. Or at least it is not known that she is. But never mind that. The point is do you have a problem with all this?”

“Am I supposed to?”

“Well aren’t you at all infuriated that your husband has sent naked pictures of himself to another woman?”

“Not particularly.”

“What about your marriage vows? The sanctity of your marriage?”

“I'm obviously not a lawyer and I’m certainly not an expert on the Bible; but I do not believe sending naked pictures of oneself to another person albeit not a spouse constitutes an act of adultery, either in the eyes of the law or in the eyes of God.”

“So you’re OK with this? There’s no problem in your marriage then.”

“I have no opinion on this matter except to say it does not inspire me to commence divorce proceedings. I gather from the tenor of your questions that there is no news about Larry contemplating starting divorce proceedings either. So ergo there seems to be no trouble in my marriage and I am bored with this topic. Please excuse me I would like to finish my shopping.”

The reporter happened to have a free lance camera man with her so she shopped the video of the interview around. The segment proved to be very compelling such that it was aired in virtually every television venues possible throughout the nation and in some other countries as well. It was a segment featured on hard news, sports news and in entertainment news airings. Pamela’s nonchalant reaction took the sting out of the scandal and the public quickly lost interest.

Both Larry and his father Lamar were extremely grateful for Pamela’s support and totally appreciated her significant contribution to make this story go away. Sensing the goodwill she got from the Grants she took advantage. She got Lamar to agree to invite Natasha for dinner after the Jackson concert and Larry to agree to finally meet his natural daughter.

Natasha was very agitated on meeting her biological father and his family. However typical of any child wanting to know something about his/her non custodial parent she was very curious as well. As she arrived at the Grant mansion, Pamela did the honors of introducing Natasha to Lamar first and then to Larry. 

With the introduction Larry took Natasha’s hand to bestow a courteous kiss and said:

“Once Pamela told me of her intention to introduce you to me and told me something about yourself, I looked you up on the internet. I also got your CD and listened to it with great pleasure. Although I’m not a classical music fan I was still moved by your recorded performance. I also saw the concert last night but because you were meeting your siblings I did not want to spoil it for you by an unnecessary intrusion.

I must congratulate on what a fine young lady you have turned out to be. Your accomplishments already are truly remarkable considering how young you are. I can only regret my stupid decision not to have been at least partially involved in your life. It is one of the stupidest decisions I’ve ever made. I am proud to now meet you and as you are my flesh and blood the rest of my family is equally proud to meet you. 

Finally Natasha, please call me Larry there is no need for us to be any more awkward by referring to each other any differently.” 

Natasha was pleasantly surprised by Larry’s gracious remarks which put her instantly at ease.
 So she replied:

“Thank you Larry, I am pleased to meet you. Like any other kid growing up without a father I was naturally curious about mine. Since you were famous, I at least had the advantage of knowing some things about you as I was growing up.”

Larry replied:

“I guess I can be grateful that my latest public embarrassment did not occur when you were growing up or you might have lost all interest then.”

“Well I am an adult now and capable of making independent judgments. I think it is appalling how severely the NFL punished you in effect forcing you to retire. Surely what you do in your private life so long as it’s not a crime nor hurts anyone can be of no concern to anyone else. I think you should sue the league and the bimbo who allowed the pictures to become public. It’s obvious you could still play in the league for at least two more years.”

Larry now amazed at her defense of him replied:

“My God Natasha you speak like any daughter defending her father. Although I’ve not known you before I am totally pleased to know you now. I’m sincerely grateful that you are not embarrassed by me.” 

Natasha replied with enthusiasm:

“Embarrassed? Oh course I’m not embarrassed. I’m proud of you. You are one of the greatest QBs of all time in NFL history and you will obviously be inducted to the Hall of Fame as soon as you’re eligible. This current picayune matter will soon be totally forgotten and not tarnish your image whatsoever. 

You might be interested to know during my freshman year at Northwestern I dated the school football’s team quarterback. He intimated that I must be dazzled to date a Big Ten quarterback. I replied it was no big deal to me since my father was a star QB in the NFL and his insufferable pride took a nosedive.”

With that they proceeded to a very successful dinner. Lamar and Larry’s sister Mary were equally delighted with Natasha’s company as she had the greatest knack of prompting instant favorable impression. When Natasha left both Larry and Lamar declared that she was truly a member of their family and was welcome to visit anytime and without any warning. Larry assured that whenever he would happen to find himself in Chicago he would surely touch bases with her. 

Natasha returned home with a very wonderful feeling ecstatic by the happiest consequences of her participation in Pamela’s Deep South Tour.

The concert at Tuscaloosa Alabama was Pamela’s greatest gamble of the tour. Vera had booked the Bryant-Denny Stadium home field for the fabled Alabama Crimson Tide football team. Vera and Pamela had agreed to forsake the more conventional concert venues in Alabama as their seating capacities did not exceed 10,000. The football stadium could seat more than 100,000. With seats available on the field surrounding the makeshift stage, if all tickets available were sold, the concert would obviously be the largest concert ever performed in Alabama and for that matter in the south.

The gamble was that if there was not a capacity or a near capacity crowd for the concert the publicity for the tour would be blunted. The success of the tour would become problematic and the chances of Pamela regaining status in the top echelons of the entertainment world would be that much more difficult to achieve.

Vera’s negotiations with the stadium management were extremely difficult as their only real interest was the football team and they weren’t eager to schedule a rock concert. However once Vera could assure the safety of the stadium so that the field would not be destroyed agreement was reached. The concert was accordingly scheduled for the last Saturday in October being the only Saturday in that month when a football game was not scheduled.

Once the deal was inked, Vera started an aggressive advertising campaign throughout the United States promoting this event. It was Vera’s contention that a lot of original fans of Pamela having grown older had become personally affluent. Given that Pamela had been totally inactive in show business for the past three years the idea of a special very limited tour would appeal to these fans to induce them to want to see Pamela no matter the distance they happen to be from Tuscaloosa. The advertising campaign paid off as the concert was sold out a week before the Jackson concert with about 30 % of the tickets sold to persons residing outside of Alabama. 

The other gamble Pamela took for this concert was in costuming for herself and Natasha. Determined to compete with the exotic costuming at concerts by the likes of Madonna, Brittney Spears and Lady Gaga, Pamela opted to push the envelope much further. She decided on a very provocative look just for this performance. The Dixie Depot would be dressed in traditional common country and western garb but Pamela and Natasha would be almost naked!

They would wear a specially commissioned designed string bra that was not reusable. The design was to cover only the nipples and areolae and leave the rest of their breasts exposed to view. The main string encircling the chest went underneath the breasts. Given the ample size of their breasts this string itself actually disappeared from view in the front. Another string was attached to the encircling string underneath both breasts and came out over the breasts to circle around the neck. This string contained the patches that would cover the nipples and surrounding areolae. The patches would grip the nipples sufficiently enough to retard if not totally prevent movement of the breasts.

To strengthen the integrity of the bra there was a connecting string in the back to connect the string around the neck to the chest encircling string. The strings were of material sufficiently strong to hold the breasts in place but had to be tightened exactly upon application. Thus the bra could only be used once.

For the crotch, the women wore the skimpiest of thongs. Both Pamela and Natasha were completely shaved so that there was virtually nothing left for imagination. The thongs were of special strong material that could withstand all movements and were also tightened upon application to the extent that they would not slip during the performance; i.e. ‘no wardrobe malfunction’. High heels completed the performance ‘wardrobe’.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 27



There were various big screens distributed throughout the stadium so that every member of the audience had access to seeing clearly the brazen near nudity of Pamela and Natasha. Inevitably the males in the audience were sexually aroused but the females were likewise excited. They identified with Pamela and Natasha and thus projected themselves vicariously in their shoes (high heels?). With that mind set it was easy for them to imagine a sexual passion had gripped their souls.

Given the audiences’ erotic reaction, the songs became even more emotionally received. As a result throughout the performance there was constant cheering, applause and whistles. The excitement was fever pitch and intense and there was no let-up at all. There was no opening act as Pamela gave a solid three plus hours performance.

At the end the audience was completely drained of all emotion. It was the entertainment of their lifetime and every one recalled this concert fondly for the rest of their lives.

The concert was recorded and it was planned the 40 brand new songs of this concert would be released as a 2 CD set a week after the Atlanta concert. The audience was given the opportunity to pre-order with the enticement that their purchase that night would include ten 8”x10” glossy photos of the concert which would not otherwise be available. 

In addition they would receive their CD by mail several days before the Atlanta concert and nearly two weeks before release for general sale. Unbelievably there were 80,000 orders placed and the order desks were kept busy until 1:00 AM. The CD had the pedestrian title: "Pamela Rose Live in Alabama with the Dixie Depot and Featuring Natasha". 

The concert had been so exciting to the audience that hardly any fans had the energy to gather around Pamela to beseech for autographs. Thus after the concert Pamela, Natasha and the band were able to quickly escape to the locker-room serving as their dressing-room.

Pamela had arranged to have this room prepared beforehand to her satisfaction. She had a fifteen foot square mattress, she had specially ordered from Baxter & Sons delivered and settled in the middle of the empty floor area. Custom fitted bed sheets securely covered the mattress to allow for more comfortable action. There was also a table laden with finger foods, wine and beer.Once inside the doors were locked and guarded by security guards privately hired by Pamela for the purpose. 

Pamela then facing the band and Natasha said:

“Wow that was a mighty fine concert! I’m proud of you boys you were excellent I could not ask for more. Natasha you were the bomb. I have no worries about this tour. Thank you again all.

 I am definitely in the mood to celebrate the success of this night. You will see boys we have a table loaded with plenty of food and drink. You can help yourselves as you want and have time. The door is guarded; we will have no intruders, no one will disturb us. 

We have the room until 8:00 AM when there will be a limo to take us to the airport. Your instruments left on the stage will be gathered, packed and taken to the airport as well. So you have nothing to worry about until 8:00 AM only to please Natasha and me and keep us happy. I’m sure you guys are up for it.

So let’s get this show on the road. Let’s all get naked. Of course Natasha and I have an obvious head start.”

With so little to discard in way of clothing, Pamela was naked within a second and Natasha was not too far behind. They both got on the mattress on their hands and knees and were wiggling their asses to spur the boys on as they crawled to the center of the mattress. Pamela and Natasha, facing each other started kissing languorously as they awaited the boys to take care of them.

As Natasha was kissing Pamela she could not help but marvel at how surreal the situation was. True she was consciously well aware and expecting the group sex with Pamela and the band to occur but still the contemplation of group sex was a fantasy. And a fantasy was to be well fantasized not experienced. As a result her movements were prompted by direction from an unknown source.

It was as if she was not of this world. Her eyes could not see clearly. There was instead an image that she was floating in air and nothing she was doing was of her own making. She had gotten naked and climbed on the mattress definitely by her own will but she did so because she knew that was what was expected of her. In addition she did not know why she was kissing Pamela. She wasn’t especially attracted to her and no one certainly was telling her to do it. Certainly Pamela did not demand to be kissed.

Still kissing Pamela did seem like the right thing to do; the thing that ought to be done. But then her mind blanked out to free her to enjoy the kiss. Free to indulge in the kiss without worrying about all the complications. And the kiss started to become very enjoyable. Natasha started groaning as her mouth had opened to allow Pamela’s invading tongue to contact her own tongue.

 Next thing Natasha became aware of was that a cock had penetrated her vagina from the rear and she was being fucked! She thought she must have somehow become ready for this coitus as she felt her cunt moist enough to receive the penis without physical protest. The she heard a growl at her left ear. She broke off her kiss with Pamela and turned to her left to ascertain the cause of this unexpected noise.

All she saw was a cock seemingly angrily pointing at her face. There was no help for it but to open her mouth and suck on this rather significant manhood. As she was bobbing her head up and down along this rod, she stole a glance out of the corner of her eye and she spied that Pamela was in a similar state as her, i.e. she also had a cock in her mouth while at the same time she was being fucked doggy style. Natasha had a momentary thought wondering what the fifth member of the band was doing but soon her concentration focused on what was happening to her.

From the time of the end of the concert Natasha was simply on auto pilot. That is things were happening to her or she was letting things happen to her as opposed to taking the initiative in making things happen to her. Thus she found herself sucking cock while simultaneously being fucked vaginally without it seeming like at least to her mind that she really had done anything to get herself into such a situation. As a result she momentarily was devoid of any sensations, she just reacted mechanically.

Her mind though finally took control and made her aware that she was having sex with two men simultaneously for the first time in her life. With such realization she finally became consciously aware of the physical pleasure sensations throbbing and coursing throughout her body. These pleasure sensations were originating from two separate sources and such unique new experience for her enflamed her passion much quicker than usual.

As a result she was perspiring profusely. She was grunting and squeaking alternatively. Remarkably despite her mouth stuffed with a well endowed penis, the sounds she made were very loud and drowned out any noise made by the others. Her sexual excitement promoted the production of so much excess of her female juices that some of it was dripping out of her vagina notwithstanding the penetrating penile blockage of her opening.

Both men who were pleasuring Natasha were very cognizant of her enthusiasm. That in turn fueled their excitement and got them to their climax rather quickly. The man whose cock was in her mouth ejaculated first forcing Natasha to swallow before she had reached her own orgasm. As she felt the last of the cum splatter in her mouth, she then felt her vagina being flooded with sperm from the penetrating drilling penis.

With that Natasha expelled the wilting cock out of her mouth. Despite still having some unswallowed cum in her mouth she began verbalizing in Russian; words that would translate roughly into English as:

“Oh fuck. Oh my God. Oh my fucking God. Oh am I fucked. I am fucked but good. Oh so fucking fucked good!”

In recalling this, Natasha could never fathom what compelled her to scream out her orgasm in Russian. English was her primary language and up to now she had only utilized Russian in lovemaking when with Dieter or Lajos. 

Naturally the others did not understand a word of what she had uttered, but could only imagine. Their imagination, though, was near the mark. Natasha presented a fairly bizarre picture since as she was vocalizing she was invariably spitting out remnant sperm.  The atmosphere and smell of sex was so omnipresent that no one was inclined to laugh at the odd sights. Had there been witnesses they would have been probably laughing but since everyone was a participant, satisfaction of lustful desires were their paramount and exclusive focus.

Natasha momentarily remained frozen on her hands and knees. She was dazed from her orgasm; her mind was blank and she just could not move. However she was snapped from her reverie upon hearing a sexy satisfying grunt from Pamela. She turned her head to take in the overall scene. The four men that had been fucking the women in tandem had withdrawn to the food table to refresh themselves. The fifth man who was Frank Cunningham, the last recruit of the band, and who had simply watched the initial action was now laying flat on the mattress.

Pamela had scrambled over Frank’s trunk. With her back to him and on her knees had impaled herself on his cock. She was riding him upright at a pace to her own pleasure. Pamela was grunting constantly at each stroke and was now perspiring as well. She sported a beatific smile.

So Natasha scrambled over to plant herself on Frank’s face. She did not consider for a moment whether Frank might object, what with her cunt filled with sperm of another man. Some of that cum did indeed dribble out of her vagina and spill onto Frank’s tongue. But as far as she could tell he seemed to enjoy having her cunt smothering his face and he seemed to be slurping up with great enthusiasm the fluids in her.

As it was Frank was definitely the kind of man who enjoyed performing cunnilingus and was not shy of tasting cunt juices even if some of it included spent sperm of another man. He discovered it to be a favorable fetish for him when he auditioned to become a member of the Dixie Depot. 

As her cunt was expertly attended to by Frank’s tongue, Natasha closed her eyes to fully savor the enjoyment of the oral stimulation of her genitalia. The sensations were heavenly and Natasha could feel herself getting wetter again providing even more for Frank to slop. 

Natasha heard a clearing of a throat and she popped her eyes open. There were two cocks one on each side of her face. She looked up and saw they were the two men that had been with Pamela during the initial action. Natasha looked behind her and sure enough the two men that had been with her before were now standing next to Pamela as she was bouncing on Frank’s cock.

So Natasha took one cock into her mouth and she was manually stroking the other cock as she continued to enjoy Frank’s tongue action. Not wanting either man to ejaculate on her hand she focused on her simultaneous blow and hand jobs. She alternated the cocks to better gauge which one would cum first. She calculated correctly as the first to ejaculate had his cock in her mouth. She successfully retarded the progress of the other so that he did not cum until she had his cock in her mouth after having received fully the first ejaculation.

When her second lover was cumming in her mouth her mind was relieved of the concern of ensuring oral completion. So she now became aware of the physical pleasure resulting from Frank’s tongue. She had become aware that he was double penetrating her with his fingers. As his tongue was licking at her clit, he had three fingers of one hand drilling her vagina and three fingers of the other hand maneuvering in her rectum. This triple action in her nether regions together with the ejaculation going on in her mouth completely overwhelmed her into an excruciating orgasm.

Once the man finished cumming in her mouth, Natasha released his cock which gave her the opportunity to vocally vent her climax. Again she uttered inane Russian words and once again was spitting sperm in doing so; although as her mouth this time was fuller her spittle had more substance. This time as the two men with her had expended their sexually charged emotions; they were amused by her antics and burst out laughing.

Natasha reddened feeling like a ninny, but the two men quickly assured that they were not laughing at her but at the situation. They asked her what she had uttered and Natasha gave a more or less accurate translation.

The three of them then left the mattress to gather at the table for refreshment. They were quickly joined by Pamela and the other three men having completed their sexual activity. Pamela like Natasha was able to capture all the sperm in her mouth from her alternating hand and blow jobs. In addition she had the bonus sperm from Frank Cunningham in her cunt as well. Pamela grabbed a towel to dry up the moisture on her thighs as well as wipe up her perspiration while Natasha forwent the nicety. 

In sharing the refreshments there were some bantering as the sexual activity was rehashed. The conversation was not awkward given the intimacy each had just experienced with each other. This was the first time for Natasha for group sex and likewise the men were similarly novices as only their “audition” to join the band was the previous group sex experience for each of them. 

Of course Pamela as member of the TLR for some 16 years was a veteran of group sex activity but still it was a novelty for her as she rarely experienced group sex outside of the TLR setting. Thus the uniqueness of this sexual activity inspired open exchange of ideas.  

The ever pragmatic Pamela then steered the discussion to the plan for the balance of their stay in the locker-room/dressing-room. Agreement was reached that each ensuing sexual session would consist of each girl being sexually active with either two or three of the band members. At the conclusion of each session all would repair to the refreshment table to allow for a rest period especially for the men to revive for the next session. 

Pamela and Natasha agreed to play rock, paper and scissors to determine which one of them had two men or three men for the ensuing session. The men would draw cards to determine their place in the session. Pamela had fortuitously had the foresight to have a deck of cards available in the room.

Accordingly they experienced nine more sexual sessions under this plan until it was time to go. Natasha was fortunate to win five times to Pamela’s four times and ergo had three men in those sessions. Natasha when with three men opted to sit on her underneath man for anal penetration and thus faced the man penetrating her vaginally. This she felt gave her more comfortable leeway to give a blow job to her third male partner.

Pamela when with three men did the opposite by doing the missionary position for vaginal penetration turning her head sideways to do the blow job as the third man positioned himself over her to conveniently sodomize her.

Each woman varied their sessions when they had two men only. Natasha did two double penetrations: once missionary style and the other time having anal penetration by the underneath man. On the latter occasion she would rest her feet on the calves of the underneath man. For the other two times she had two men she would be on her hands and knees to do a blow job while once, being fucked doggy style the other time, being sodomized. 

Pamela did the same thing for four of the times she had two men except when being sodomized by the underneath man she would wrap her legs and cross her ankles at the back of the man fucking her vaginally. The fifth time she was flat on her back sucking cock of the man straddling her head who was reaching behind his back to play with her tits. The other man was vaginally fucking her while upright straddling her crotch and facing the back of the man receiving the blow job.

When it was over all everyone was fatigued and satiated. Even Pamela, by far the most experienced in group sex was thrilled by their after the concert orgy. They happily piled into an awaiting limo for the Birmingham airport. Natasha headed for Chicago while the others departed for LA. As Natasha was returning to Chicago, she reflected with great satisfaction at the success of her participation in the tour so far.

She was truly surprised how much she had enjoyed herself. She knew her main music career would be concert performances of classical music and composing same. Still she had a blast playing with Pamela and her band doing these concerts. She decided in the back of her mind, that she wouldn’t mind doing an occasional gig with Pamela. Especially convincing was her share of the income for the tour which was nothing to sneeze at. She had to admit the truth of Pamela’s assertion that by comparison she was playing just for peanuts when performing for the Chicago Symphony.

Needless to say that the pleasure of performing at these concerts was greatly amplified by the sex in the locker room of the Alabama football stadium. The sex in a word was awesome. Natasha had indulged in several sexual marathons but up to now it had been confined to one single male partner. With multiple partners the sex reached unto the fantasy level. As a result she was totally exhilarated and experiencing the ultimate high vastly more intense than the drugged induced kind. During the trip to the airport and waiting for her plane she was wide awake despite by then having been awake in excess of thirty consecutive hours. 

Her emotions were swirling continuously through her mind as she relived this sexual adventure. The experience without a doubt was the most spectacular exciting sexual event she had ever enjoyed. And yet she realized she was not completely satisfied like she invariably was after having had sex with Lajos. Sex with Lajos did not merely satisfy her carnal lusts but in addition the ultimate need of her soul was fulfilled.

It was love of course that made the difference. She was indifferent to her partners of the Stadium orgy just as much as they were indifferent to her. Thus her main concern and focus during the sex was to derive the ultimate satisfaction for her own lusts. 

With Lajos though, the satisfaction of her lusts was a given; a result totally expected without the need to delve on how such was to be attained. Instead her focus was to ensure satisfying Lajos. Thus knowing she had brought joy to Lajos doubled her pleasure and fulfilled her goals which in turn brought about the ultimate satisfaction to their lovemaking.

The impetus for desiring to please Lajos derived from Natasha’s belief that most males are always interested in sex and the attaining of it is their most paramount objective. Thus for males, who they have as sexual female partners, is not so important, so long as they are not repulsive. 

So the goal for a female is to have her sex partner desire her more above all else. This she knew she had achieved with Lajos which in turn provided her the greatest sexual fulfillment. Now Natasha also knew that most females want to be the exclusive sexual partner to their lover but this was not important to her.

That each of them had sex with other partners did not negate that they were meant for each other and desired each other above all else. Nor did it negate her attitude that they were a couple as married to each other as any actual married couple. The lack of exclusivity in their relationship to her mind did not deter their mutual belief that their relationship was solid.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 27



The strength of the bond between them was evidenced by the fact that neither of them had any inhibition or fear of recounting the extraneous sex each indulged in while apart. They went so far as to even detail their innermost thoughts and felt emotions when having sex with other partners. So naturally Natasha revealed to Lajos in graphic detail of the Alabama Stadium orgy. Lajos listened to the report with mixed emotions.

Like any male in any kind of sexual/loving relationship with a woman he did hold a possessive attitude towards Natasha. She was his WOMAN; in fact she was so important to him that she defined part of who he was. However just because she was his woman did not mean she was his slave. Of course not being a slave meant that he had no issue with her having sex with others.

This understanding he had developed from the very first moment he met her. He could see she was deeply in love with Dieter Ebersbacher but yet he was advised she had two other lovers as well. He had determined to snare Natasha for himself but he instinctively knew, that had Dieter lived she would still continue to fuck him even while in a torrid relationship with himself.

Rather than being appalled by her promiscuous tendency Lajos was intrigued by it. He saw her as simply being totally sexual. Very few women he felt could participate sexually as enthusiastically as Natasha did with all her different sex partners and still hold a strong genuine and sincere romantic love interest for her significant other i.e. him. 

To have sex with Natasha Starikovich then should be viewed as a very special privilege, because she was simply such an extraordinary woman. So in Lajos’ mind every man who did fuck her ought to feel extremely fortunate to have the one great fuck with a special woman in their sexual history.

The sex she had had in the past year and a half or so consisting of one night stands as a result of being picked up in a bar or fucking an admirer after a concert at the Chicago Symphony were examples of sex she had that did not disturb Lajos’ pride. The sex was instigated by the men and they were mighty grateful of having fucked her. The one night stand lovers invariably tried for a reprise forcing Natasha to resort to the use of subterfuge to discourage them. The concert-goers lovers increased their donations to the Chicago Symphony in appreciation of their pleasure they experienced with Natasha.

The Alabama football stadium orgy was a different kettle of fish. For one thing the sex was instigated by Pamela Rose and she was the obvious prime performer for the orgy. As far as the men of the band were concerned they were fucking Pamela Rose as an integral part of the tour. The fact there was another female to fuck was incidental; the other could have been the make-up girl rather than Natasha. 

This was what irked Lajos and he tried to express his annoyance to Natasha after hearing the details of the orgy:

“But my dear Natasha aren’t you concerned the guys in the band would think of you as a slut and a whore?”

“But by society’s definition I am a slut and a whore. I of course like to think of myself as somewhat discriminating as I don’t fuck obvious creeps and losers. However I confess if I’m around a gentleman who is tolerably acceptable and you are not available I would go to bed with him if I’m in the mood.”

“But you see Natasha that’s proof in itself that you are not a slut and a whore. They fuck because it’s their only method of attracting men. Whereas you fuck for the sheer pleasure you derive from it since you attract men for myriad of reasons.”

“Well you flatter me, I’m sure. Still, to answer your question I’m not at all concerned if the band members think I’m a slut and a whore. If they do think that then that’s their problem.”

“But Natasha besides being arguably the finest violinist in the world, you’re my woman. I can’t have your reputation besmirched by some hillbillies who ought to be grateful of sharing even a moment of your time.” 

Natasha was starting to understand the gist of Lajos’ annoyance. She replied:

“Let me see if I understand you correctly. I gather your problem is that you think the guys in the band by fucking me are under the impression that I am a slut and a whore eager even desperate for their cocks. Instead they ought to be feeling that they are lucky to have scored with me.”

“Exactly! The other men you have fucked certainly realized that fucking you was the highlight of their otherwise mundane life. But this band as the way you had described them seem to take fucking you in stride as if it was their proper due.”

“So do you by any chance think that if they knew I had a hot boy friend who does satisfy me even much better than them, then they might lose their cavalier attitude towards me?”

“I guess that’s a safe inference.”

“From what you have previously told me you are in New York City during the Thanksgiving week but you will be flying to Europe on the Saturday when I do the Atlanta concert.”

“Yes that’s correct.”.

“Do you think you could postpone leaving for Europe one day?”

“I think I could arrange it with my agent.”

“Good! I got an idea I would run past Pamela. Here’s the plan.”

And Natasha outlined a plan accordingly.

The Alabama concert was a huge success. There was an exciting anticipation buzz percolating amongst the Atlanta concert ticket buyers. Word spread quickly of the near nude performances by Pamela and Natasha. Rumors persisted which Pamela did not deny, that they would perform completely naked for the Atlanta concert. The Police though issued a statement that the local law enforcement would be in full attendance and Pamela would be arrested and the show closed if Pamela appeared naked. There were local ordinances in place proscribing public displays of nudity and lewd behavior.

In reaction Pamela sniffed that she was shocked by the statement. She understood Atlanta was aspiring to be considered a world class city. She went on to point out that for decades now, theatres in world class cities have produced routinely plays and musicals containing nude performers. She did not however, make a definitive statement on whether she planned to defy the Police.

When the crunch time arrived, rather than risking legal hassles, Pamela and Natasha appeared dressed demurely in very conservative sweater and skirt outfits. The fans started booing good naturedly having anticipated a much more provocative costume even if total nudity was not going to occur in light of the police warning.

Pamela quickly silenced the crowd and announced:

“Ladies and gentlemen, as you probably know I’ve had a disagreement with the Atlanta Police Department as to the appropriateness of my attire for tonight’s concert. They seemed to have problems with my proposed wardrobe even though I could assure them that there could be no possibility of a wardrobe malfunction.”

The audience laughed uproariously at the obvious reference to a Super Bowl incident of a few years previous where Janet Jackson’s breast was exposed briefly. 

Pamela continued:

“Since the Authorities had threatened to close the show, I decided not to risk disappointing you good people who expect to see and hear a great concert. Thus to avoid alarming the delicate sensibilities of the Atlanta Police you can see that Natasha and I are dressed in a truly uninspired fashion.”

Some more good natured boos erupted, but Pamela continued:

“For those of you who are disappointed at the lost opportunity of seeing Natasha and I in a more shall we say natural state in performing tonight’s songs, we have an offer that might be of interest. The Alabama concert we performed a month ago was recorded to produce a two disc CD album containing the 40 brand new songs which you will hear tonight. This CD album will go on sale to the general public a week from Monday in regular retail outlets as well as online. 

However, they are available to everyone here for purchase and possession tonight. This album cover features photo of us performing at Alabama in costume which some have considered as risqué.
But as an added bonus for those of you purchasing the CD tonight, we will provide ten glossy photos of Natasha and I.

We posed these photos in the wardrobe we were planning to perform in tonight. This proposed wardrobe made our Alabama concert wardrobe lame by comparison. There is nothing left to the imagination, you will see it all. 

Now it occurred to us in preparing this package that some of you may have the same sensitivities as the Atlanta Police and might be offended by these photos. In fact as you may know my husband was unfortunate to have some woman reporter complain when he bestowed a similar gift of himself to her, and I don’t intend to suffer the same fate.

So for those of you who do not wish to see me au naturel not to worry! These photos are gifts for purchasing the CD album, and thus you have a perfect right to refuse to take them and be satisfied with the CD only; certainly the wonderful music contained should be worth the price. Now without further ado let’s start the show!”

Pamela, Natasha and the Dixie Depot launched into their first song which was hot rock with a relentless beat. The audience quickly got into it and as Pamela’s new style of music was to their liking, this concert was a huge entertaining success as well. The sale of the CDs at this concert was phenomenal surpassing Pamela and Vera’s most optimistic expectations. It was to be noted that no one refused the “gift” of photos of Pamela and Natasha simulating a concert performance while absolutely naked.

Pamela mused that she had come a long way in her career. In her teens and early twenties she had to hide her sexual proclivities and present an image of innocence and chasteness to her adoring public. Now in her thirties, apparently she could get away with an image of trash. There apparently was no downside on being perceived to be a slut and whore at her age and stage in life. She now knew with certainly that her career was going to soar again notwithstanding the raunch.

Pamela had to naturally obtain permission and agreement from Natasha beforehand to pose for these naked pictures. The latter had no objections. Given her CD album cover of her Enescu recording, and the cover of the Alabama concert album displaying her near nudity at the concert, together with the posed photos, Natasha imagined her fans must think she had an affinity for playing the violin while naked. And she mused that was not far from the mark, as she recalled that as a child she did frequently practice playing the violin while naked behind the closed doors of her room. 

After the concert, Pamela, Natasha and the band piled into a limo and headed for one of the luxurious hotels adjacent to the Atlanta airport. She had booked the largest suite for some comfortable sex. The idea was to allow for a quick getaway back to California the next day.

The suite contained two large king size beds and a refrigerator stocked with wine and beer as well as snack foods. It was Pamela’s view that since sex was to be the prominent activity there was no occasion to indulge in hard liquor.  Aside from the snack food there was always the availability of room service to provide for a more filling meal if so desired.

Once all had arrived in the suite Pamela announced:

“Boys you ought to know that Natasha and I have concurred that presumably you have no objections as to how to start our party. In which case Natasha would like to entertain and be entertained by Tim and Joe initially in one bed. And so I would like to have the company of the rest of you in the other bed. Natasha and I are absolutely excited from the concert so that perhaps you gentlemen can get naked right away to take the edge off our current tension.”

The gentlemen admirably obeyed without any hesitation or protest. For her threesome, Natasha elected to suck on one cock while being fucked vaginally doggy style by the other cock. Pamela was fucking vaginally the man underneath in a standard missionary position while accepting a cock up her ass by the man hovering over her. She had plenty of room to twist her body to comfortably give a blow job to the third man who was on his knees adjacent to her. 

When all had climaxed to this first sexual foray, and as they all disengaged, Pamela announced:

“Guys, Natasha proclaimed to me beforehand that she would like to try fucking you all at once. Apparently such sexual activity has been a long held desire of hers. While most young girls when growing up have dreams of finding a man to marry, having kids and a home bounded by a white picket fence, our Natasha had naughtier dreams and aspirations.” 

Everyone laughed at the outrageous imagery. It was though part and parcel of Natasha’s plan that she had gotten Pamela to agree to so she was not at all embarrassed by Pamela’s saucy words.

Pamela continued:

“Since you all are now well fucked out of your manly juices I imagine that should you start anew without any pause, it would prolong your next climax. For this reason Natasha would like it if you accommodate her wishes right away so that she can enjoy the full measure of the fulfillment of a lifelong desire. As for me, I shall rest my tired old body and watch what I trust should be a great exhibition.”

Natasha then took over and indicated to Frank Cunningham that she would like him to lie flat on his back. From the previous sex, Natasha deemed Frank’s cock of the group to be the most enjoyable to take anally. His cock was not too monstrous to cause uncomfortable pain that would overpower her pleasure. He also had an uncanny skill to maneuver his penis in her rectum in such a way as to provide the maximum pleasure sensations to her. Natasha got on top of him and with her back to him planted his cock into her ass without any undue delay.

She then signaled to Ronnie Love, the member of the band of whom she most delighted having his cock in her pussy. She beckoned him to come and penetrate her vagina.  She indicated for both Frank and Ronnie not to commence until she had settled comfortably to handle the other three.

She aligned her body in such a way so as to be able to reach out and give a hand job to each of two of the remaining men. She was also able to twist her head in position to give an adequate if not sensual blow job to the fifth man. She asked the men receiving the hand jobs to tap on her wrist to indicate when they are about to cum. She would prefer to capture their ejaculating sperm in her mouth as opposed to letting it splatter on her hands, arms and on other parts of her body.

Once the men and she were in position, the fucking commenced upon her signal. Natasha’s female pride soared. She had done it; she was doing it! She was having sex with five men all at once. She thought smugly to herself not too many women could accomplish this sexual feat. She had full confidence she was going to induce a climax from each of these men during this spectacular coitus.

Suddenly the door to the bedroom opened and in walked Lajos Kiraly in accordance with Natasha’s plan. The band members were so intent in their passion and ecstasy in pleasuring Natasha, that they took little notice. In the back of their minds they thought Lajos was room service that Pamela had ordered for some reason. In any case they were not thinking clearly as they were focused on the absolute sexual pleasures Natasha was providing to them.

The band members also did not notice that Lajos immediately undressed. Once naked he climbed onto the next bed to fuck a very willing Pamela Rose. That Lajos and Pamela were fucking on the next bed seemed like a natural addition to their orgy. Thus, the men were more concentrated on Natasha than to be bothered by considering this strange intrusion.

The group sex Natasha was enjoying proceeded to a perfect conclusion. The man receiving the blow job dutifully ejaculated first in Natasha’s mouth so that he was done before either of the hand job recipients reached their verge. Each of them conveniently climaxed at different intervals so that Natasha got her wish in being able to take each man’s ejaculate in her mouth and ingesting it rather than having any of it moistening on her skin. As her mouth was being filled with cum for the third consecutive time, both Frank and Ronnie were spurting in her nether regions simultaneously. This triple outpouring of sperm in her body sent Natasha into a truly erotic orgasm that she was always able to recall for its intensity.

Just as Natasha was calming down in her afterglow the sound of a very loud orgasmic scream from Pamela was audible to everyone in the room. Pamela Rose was without a doubt very experienced in having sex with so many different men that she had become somewhat jaded with usually mundane sexual intercourses. However Lajos Kiraly projected testosterone in spades. She could not imagine any woman except lesbians who would not succumb to his spell. 

Despite the fact that Lajos and Pamela fucked in the simplest way possible; despite the fact there was no foreplay to their sex; despite the fact that Pamela had never met Lajos previously to form a desire for him, the sex was incredible to Pamela. She did not know what it was about Lajos but he pushed all of her buttons. Consequently the orgasm was awesome mind blowing and she was compelled to involuntarily announce it by her screams. 

Pamela’s demonstratively exuberant orgasmic reaction played into Natasha’s hands to mollify Lajos. The plan was to make the members of the Dixie Depot aware that Natasha had a stud boyfriend who was very capable of satisfying her. The idea was that since Natasha was undeniably a hot number with a satisfactory if not sensational sex life as evidenced by how pleased Pamela was; it thus follows to reason that if Natasha allowed herself to be fucked by another man it was definitely a great good fortune for that other man. 

So in accordance to her planned scheme, as Natasha fully recovered from her afterglow looked towards Lajos and disingenuously asked:

“Oh my gosh Lajos! What are you doing here? I thought you were supposed to be flying to Europe today.”

“Yes Natasha baby I was supposed to fly out of New York this morning but my itinerary was delayed a day. So I thought I’d surprise you. When I got here I saw that you were momentarily busy so I took advantage to entertain Pamela while waiting for you to finish.” 

Pamela interjected:

“Oh and I was truly well entertained Lajos. Thank you.”

Natasha turned to make eye contact with the various band members and said:

“Well boys this is my significant other Lajos Kiraly. Since he is here and I presume he was secured a separate room in this hotel, it looks like I’ll have to abandon your company. It has been a blast to biblically know you but for the balance of this night you will only have Pamela.”

That said Natasha gathered up her clothes as did Lajos and they nonchalantly wandered out of the suite still absolutely naked while carrying their clothes. Lajos had acquired a nearby room so he wasn’t too concerned about being spotted and Natasha was not modest. In that room Lajos and Natasha indulged in one of their now patented sexual marathons. Although Natasha enjoyed her group sex and all things being equal would have been inclined to have continued to the end, sex with Lajos was the thing for her. She would always prefer sex with Lajos as it was indeed her primary desire in her life.

Needless to say the Dixie Depot boys were amazed by the antics of Natasha and Lajos. It was incredible to the boys to witness the nonchalant demeanor of both of them. They apparently were an item but neither seemed particularly perturbed that the other had been having sex with another. This led to the realization that sex with her was something else not likely to be replicated with another female. They may have group sex with other females in the future but unlikely where the boyfriend of the female has no objection and said female would prefer to have sex with said boyfriend. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 28



Once in Sydney, Lajos and Natasha made contact with Ophelia Hartley. They met for a prearranged lunch at a restaurant near the Opera House. They took the opportunity to talk about a rehearsal and a plan for the balance of the week.

They were initially booked for the stage containing approximately 500 seats. But when word got out that Natasha would also perform there was such a heavy demand that the theatre switched them to the larger proscenium stage containing 1500 seats. Those extra seats were sold out completely within minutes of going on public sale. Apparently Natasha's participation in Pamela's "Deep South Tour" had made her an irresistible draw for classical music concerts.

There was a performance scheduled each night Monday to Saturday at 8:00 and two matinee performances one Wednesday afternoon and the other on Saturday afternoon. With the completion of Natasha's induction to the Mile High Club, the two of them slept comfortably on the plane for the balance of the trip. Thus Lajos and Natasha were suitably refreshed and young enough to withstand the rigors of jet lag. Ophelia had arrived two days prior and thus had acclimatized herself to the Australian time.

Because of the unprecedented interest in Natasha, Ophelia was agreeable to change the structure of these concerts; even at virtually the last minute. They would perform three one hour segments in each performance. The first segment would consist of a program of cello sonatas with Ophelia and Lajos; the second segment would consist of violin sonatas with Natasha and Lajos, and the evening would end with a segment of trios, featuring obviously all three of them.

Since they had decided on these changes only a few weeks prior it was essential to rehearse. Now the violin and cello sonatas would require little or no rehearsal time. Lajos and Ophelia had been preparing for months for this program and although they had never performed together, their professionalism would get them through. Likewise, although Lajos and Natasha had only performed together for the Enescu recording they had a natural infinity for performing together. The fact they were lovers no doubt was a major factor for their musical harmony. So it was for the playing of the trios that rehearsal practice was absolutely essential. 

They agreed on a three hour rehearsal at the Opera House that very afternoon so that the evening performance should not be disappointing. They had previously agreed to set aside Thursday and Friday to record the proposed CD consisting of Tchaikovsky and Schubert trios, along with Natasha's composition. The week would prove to be hectic indeed and Natasha was fearful there would be not much time left for sex. 

Certainly a marathon sex session was out of the question except perhaps for the last night. After all they could sleep on the plane. They would be flying out on separate planes; Lajos would head for Japan whereas Natasha would be wending her way back to Chicago.

The rehearsal progressed successfully to mutual satisfaction. The three of them were absolutely compatible with each other. Ophelia was a delight to work with. Although she was much more established, and had a demonstratively significant career to show for it, she had no arrogance or pretension to her. She was very cognizant of the musical talents both Natasha and Lajos were blessed with. She was not reluctant to acknowledge it and gave the impression she deemed it a privilege to work with them. As Natasha and Lajos held her in very high regard, they could not help but be flattered by Ophelia's approbation.

The concert was a smashing success. That is as smashing as the staid and aloof classical music crowd can spontaneously demonstrate enthusiasm. At the end of the evening there was applause and cheering that might be considered lame by the standards of a successful rock concert. But by standards of classical music concerts the reaction of the audience was thunderous approval.

Ophelia, Natasha and Lajos repaired to an exclusive high scale bar in the hotel they were staying at to celebrate their performance. They were jubilant in their personal assessment of their performance. Not only was there no embarrassing miss-note in the entire evening performance, but they each played with a passion that they knew few musicians are capable of achieving never mind actually even getting close to achieving.

The celebratory drinks were easily consumed; they just tasted better in the euphoria of enjoying ultimate professional success. As a result there was a definite loosening of inhibitions that would normally be in place considering how little acquainted Natasha and Lajos were with Ophelia. The conversation became more frank as each one of them contemplated the obvious success of their concert.

Now Natasha had a double perspective that the others did not have. She certainly was excited at the end of the Pamela concerts, reveling in her artistic success there. Still she knew her artistic success here tonight was more meaningful. Although she was jocular with her aunts when describing her emotions after a concert still there was more truth than poetry in assessing her reaction.

Natasha did indeed believe that for a successful classical music performance deep concentration was required. She had to be prepared to surrender her soul to achieve a truly worthwhile performance. This she had done that night and she was exhilarated as a consequence. 

She did not know if this was true for any other musician but she envied Ophelia. Now Ophelia's performance that night was out of this world as well but it seemed like she was not required to exert as much effort to achieve this passionate performance. 

With such thoughts Natasha asked Ophelia:

"I once told two of my aunts that when I perform classical music I am required to pour my heart and soul into it if I hope to achieve a credible performance. After such a successful performance like tonight, I'm drained but also exhilarated. I laughingly suggested to my aunts that the feeling I have is akin to the feeling I enjoy after a most intensive orgasm where my partner has successfully stimulated my 'G' spot.

Now tonight you performed as passionately and as effectively if not more so than I but I could not detect that you were under the gun to exert the maximum effort like I'm required to do. Is it safe to say that you are a natural born gifted musician already talented as soon as you had exited your mother's womb? Could that be the explanation of why I must expend blood, sweat and tears to produce a worthwhile performance while all you have to is smile and pick up your bow?"

Ophelia laughed at Natasha's picturesque language. She replied:

"Rest assured my dearest Natasha that I must constantly and relentlessly practice if I am to maintain the quality of my musicianship. I don't have any inborn natural talent given by God that affords me the luxury to neglect the mundane requirements to practice.

As to passion I guess the most likely answer to reconcile our differing styles is that you Natasha play with passion because you have passion in your life. While I don't play with passion because I do not have passion in my life."

Natasha protested:

"No! No! No Ophelia! You do play with passion. During that first hour when I was a spectator and had the opportunity of watching you intently, I ccould easily see that you were into the music. You certainly had a passion for it. My point was that you were playing visibly effortlessly and that is what I am wondering about."

Ophelia replied:

"Maybe we are caught up in semantics. Music is my only passion and so it is easy for me to play effortlessly since I've got nothing better in life to do. You on the other hand have other things beside music to be passionate about. Therefore you must make an effort to be able to sustain the total passion you are capable of.

Perhaps a simple analogy will make it clearer. If the only thing I do in life is drive a car, then it follows that I would be a better driver than a normal person who does thousands of other things besides drive a car."

Natasha incredulously opined:

"I can't believe that music is the only thing you do in life."

Ophelia agreed:

"Of course not. I just gave an off the cuff exaggerated example to make my point. But look, as a more pertinent example, I'm forty-six years old and although I'm not a virgin, still I've had not that much sexual experience. Thus I've not have any distractions by way of love and sex to make playing music more difficult."

Natasha scoffed incredulously:

"My God Ophelia you are a beautiful woman. Surely you have had all kinds of men hit on you constantly."

"Oh men have flirted with me true enough. However they seldom ask me out for a date. And when they do, the dates invariably turn out to be disasters. I think it seems like they are doubly intimidated by my looks and by my honest demeanor. I mean I know as a woman I ought to bolster a man's ego and act inadequate so that he can save the day for me. Unfortunately I seem incapable of being impressed by a man who is not.... well impressive."

At this point Lajos joined in the conversation. As they were speaking in English and because of his limitation on comprehending the language, he was forced to pay close attention to fully understand the conversation. By doing so he was probably more aware than a typical average male listener; those that usually ignore conversations that seem to be of exclusive interest to females. 

He carefully said:

"I've noticed Ophelia you are not shy on giving out compliments to Natasha and I for our playing ability. So you can compliment when such is deserved. Unfortunately it is true that there are more unimpressive men than impressive men. As you are truly an impressive woman I don't blame you for holding out for an impressive man."

Natasha asked:

"By the way is it possible you are into women? Maybe you're a closet lesbian?"

Ophelia replied to Natasha's query:

"I'm not philosophically opposed to lesbianism. I would imagine I would not object to the advances of a worthwhile woman. Indeed, I've actually made love to two different women. But I find worthwhile women are just as scarce as worthwhile men." 

Natasha at this point and in drunken logic proclaimed:

"I have it! I see a glimmer of a solution for you Ophelia."

Ophelia startled and simply uttered:

"Oh?"

Natasha continued:

"As I see your problem: you have set a high standard for sexual attraction. There really is nothing wrong in that. You just have to learn how to find that higher standard of lover and to attract him. It follows that if you hang around such higher standard lovers it will naturally become easier to ferret the same out. As well it will come easier for you to sustain the interest of the higher standard lover since you will learn such skill as a matter of course. As a secondary problem which some attention should be put upon it: you are not absolutely certain of your sexual preference. You imagine you're straight but you could be gay or bi. 

Now as it happens the three of us are going to be intimate professionally, this week. So perhaps it would be in your best interests that we become personally intimate as well; if only to ensure the highest caliber of musicianship between us. You have already deemed us as brilliant musicians so ergo we fall into the impressive category that you are seeking in companionship. Since you would be making love equally between Lajos and I it will be easier for you to determine your sexual preference. Sort of like killing two birds with one stone. What do you say?"

Ophelia could not believe she heard right! No one had ever made such a bald and bold proposition to her but then...she liked it!

So she hesitatingly replied:

"Er if I understand you correctly...er cutting to the chase...you are saying...that is you are suggesting...you mean...we can have sex together? All three of us? Right now even?"

Natasha giggled:

"Oh Ophelia you sure are not slow on the uptake. Yes that's right. That's exactly what I'm suggesting. Wouldn't you like Lajos' magnificent cock...and I can attest to it...he has a magnificent cock...but wouldn't you just die to have that cock in your pussy? Moving inside your vagina curing all that what ails you? Yep that's the ticket! Actually I've been anticipating all evening having that cock in my pussy...in my ass too...and of course in my mouth. Wow! Now seriously Ophelia wouldn't you want some of it too?"

Ophelia was now blown away by Natasha's imagery and she weakly replied:

"Oh yes I'm sure I would want Lajos' cock in my pussy. You say Natasha that you would want it in your ass as well. I'm not sure but I guess I would like it there as well. No I don't mean in your ass but in my ass. And yes I'm positive I would like to taste that magnificent cock as well. I don't have to take your word for it...inexperienced as I may be I know a man like Lajos must possess a magnificent cock."

Natasha now continued:

"But that's not all, Ophelia! There will be three of us in bed remember? You will have the chance to lick my pussy. Bite my clit! Smell me. My pussy odor is quite strong. It will blow your mind away. Wouldn't you like that?"

Ophelia was now having difficulty in breathing as Natasha was exciting her easily way beyond her normal comfort zone. So she gasped:

"Oh yes Natasha! I'm sure that I would like that as well. I would especially love to sniff your pussy. The stronger the smell the better."

Natasha now gushed:

"Of course I won't ignore you either. I'll kiss you all over as well. I'm not shy about kissing your asshole. Why I'll get it to gape and then I'll stick my tongue right inside. You'll love that I assure you."

Ophelia was now completely excited and almost ready to attack both Lajos and Natasha. Still she had enough sense of decorum to reply:

"Enough Natasha you've got me really hot and bothered as I've never been in my life before. Talk is cheap it is time for action."

Lajos who had been continuously listening with close attention, and getting aroused in the process as well promptly interjected:

"Quite right Ophelia; that is enough talking. I've indicated to the waiter to charge the tab to our room and I'll leave a tip so the three of us can go there now."

Thus, they all got up and soon found themselves in the room booked by Natasha and Lajos. At first they just stood for a moment, each unnaturally gawking at each other and thinking how to change the awkward moment into the kind of action they were all anticipating. 

Natasha then took it upon herself to start the ball rolling and said:

"Don't be so nervous Ophelia, we won't bite. Well maybe we will, but you will like it. At least we won't eat you...but then I guess we will do that as well and you'll like that too...Aw shit..."

No longer able to articulate anything meaningful or worthwhile, Natasha just quickly moved over to Ophelia and seized her to start kissing her. As Natasha was several inches taller, it was easy to overpower the surprised Ophelia. The cellist was indeed immobilized and at first was simply returning the kiss automatically without any thought. As Natasha's tongue kept probing and making the kiss more delicious, Ophelia's natural defense mechanisms, which might automatically resist sexual advances, completely disintegrated. She soon began moaning as she was thoroughly enjoying Natasha's kiss.

Natasha wordlessly signaled to Lajos, who understood exactly what she desired. Accordingly, obeying the silent command, Lajos undressed himself as the women kept kissing. As soon as he became completely naked, he got unto the bed, to lay on his back awaiting developments. The women eventually broke off their kiss and panted to catch their breath.

It was obvious that despite the fact that Ophelia was much older, Natasha was the more sexually sophisticated woman. So she took command of the situation by default.

Noticing the readiness of Lajos, Natasha purred:

"Oh look Ophelia; Lajos has been good enough to get naked for us. Come on let's get a better view."

Before Ophelia could balk, Natasha grabbed her arm to direct the two of them to the bed. The women were still fully clothed in elegant evening dress that they wore for the concert performance, and were walking in high heels. As Lajos was watching the women approach, he marveled at the dichotomy of their attire to his nakedness.

Following Natasha's lead, the women climbed onto the bed and on their knees positioned themselves at opposite sides of his groin. Natasha grabbed his cock and started stroking it gently and slowly. 

In an incredible sexy husky low voice she uttered:

"Look Ophelia isn't this a mighty penis? Just like I promised?"

"Oh yes Natasha, Lajos truly has a mighty fine cock!"

"See how big it is? Why don't you touch it Ophelia? Feel how soft and velvety to the touch. And yet as hard as a rock ready to fuck our pussies silly."

Ophelia did touch and grip his cock. The feel of two different female hands on his cock produced an exquisite unique sensation to Lajos.

Natasha continued in her husky voice:

"Isn't it beautiful Ophelia? Don't you just want to kiss it?" Ophelia gasped: 

"Oh yes!"

Thus, goaded by Natasha's saucy words, Ophelia bent over and took his cock into her mouth. As she started swallowing his prick, Natasha sexily urged:

"Oh yes Ophelia suck that cock. Lick it too. Enjoy the taste.... Oh wait stop let me have a taste too!" 

Ophelia reluctantly released his cock to give to Natasha. However her excitement had reached a fever pitch so she started licking his balls for alternate relief. It soon led her to suck in his balls fully into her mouth while Natasha had most of his rod in her mouth. The double oral stimulation on Lajos' cock produced a fair amount of pre-cum, a sure precursor to an outpouring of copious amount of sperm.

Natasha unselfishly let go of his cock to allow Ophelia to taste some of the pre-cum. Ophelia took advantage and sucked up the remaining pre-cum while Natasha was licking along his rod. The women were alert to the throbbing of his cock realizing he could not hold out much longer and would be soon exploding. So by instinct both Natasha and Ophelia opened their mouths wide and simultaneously captured his cockhead. They closed their lips together to seal his cockhead and contain it equally within their respective oral cavities. Each woman was able in this position to lick the surface of his sensitive cockhead and that drove him over the edge.

While he was ejaculating the women kept their lips glued together so that all the spurting sperm was captured in their mouths; no drop of cum escaped. Part of the ejaculate by force was ingested, but the women consciously deliberately retained much of the sperm in their mouths. 

As soon as Lajos' ejaculation ended, the women allowed his cock to slip out of their mouths but then they started kissing each other passionately. Their enjoyment of their kissing was enhanced by their tongues trading cum between each other. 

Lajos was momentarily spent by his climax but his interest perked up by the sight of Natasha and Ophelia. They were still completely dressed including high heel shoes but were giggling as they were continuing their cum swapping kiss.

When they finished their kiss having ingested all the sperm, their mirthful demeanor changed to a more serious carnal lust. As they separated they stared at each other with a sexual hunger that had no way been satisfied by the just completed oral sex. Their passion arose further as they both became aware that Lajos was getting aroused again.

Obeying silent telepathic commands, both women reached behind to unzip the back of their performing evening gowns. They quickly shucked the top of their dresses and removed their bras to appear naked to the waist. They smiled at each other as they took the measure of each other's femininity. Natasha as a carbon copy of her mother was simply gorgeous with huge breasts that enunciated her feminine allure. But by the same token Ophelia's nakedness was an instant turn on for all straight men capable of sex. Ophelia was twenty-five years older than Natasha but her body did not betray such a vast age disparity. Yes her body was obviously older looking but such differences in appearance would not in of itself be a factor for preference. Her breasts were not as big as Natasha's but they were still pleasingly prominent and mouthwateringly attractive. There was hardly any sag to them; quite remarkable for a woman of her age. Actually signs of her aging such as some cellulite especially on her buttocks paradoxically made her more visually sexually alluring to discriminating straight men, especially to Lajos Kiraly.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 28



With Lajos cock now virtually perpendicular to his body and obviously rock hard, Natasha cooed to Ophelia:

"Me first!"

Natasha had lifted her gown over her hips to allow access to her cunt. She straddled over his cock with her back to him. With her hand pulling her panties aside, she was able to successfully impale herself and start a cock ride. 

While Natasha was grunting and squeaking in her enjoyment of the thrusts in her vagina, Ophelia felt the need participate as well. Consequently, she positioned herself expeditiously so that as she bent down she was able to lick Lajos balls, part of his rod and even Natasha's clit.

After a significant lapse of time of exquisite fucking enhanced by Ophelia's licking, Natasha stopped her ride. Unselfishly, she disengaged from Lajos and said to Ophelia:

"Your turn!"

Ophelia eagerly replaced Natasha in a similar fucking position. As she inserted Lajos' cock into her cunt she gasped loudly. Having had relatively few sexual experiences in her life, and without having ever given birth, never mind never even being pregnant, Ophelia's cunt was an extremely tight fit for Lajos' monster cock. 

At first she feared she could not accommodate him fully, but luckily that did not prove to be the case. Despite the unaccustomed strain on her vagina walls, Ophelia was having a blast loving every sensation of mixed pain and pleasure.

Natasha during this interval got off the bed to undress. She carefully hung up her gown in the closet to save it from wrinkling. When she returned to the bed, Ophelia relinquished his cock from her vagina to allow the now completely naked Natasha to take over the coitus. Following Natasha's example Ophelia got off the bed to get naked as well. She also hung up her gown and laid the rest of her clothes in a neat pile nearby.

When Ophelia now completely nude returned to the bed, she took up her initial activity; licking on Lajos' balls and rod as well as Natasha's clit as effectively as possible. Natasha rode Lajos' cock to a mutually intense orgasm. Although this was her first group sex and despite little sexual experience compared to her age, Ophelia displayed admirable imagination and the will to take the most advantage of the situation. 

Accordingly when Lajos had obviously finished his ejaculation, Ophelia pulled his cock out of Natasha's vagina and placed it into her own mouth. She proceeded to suck and lick his cock clean. When he pulled his cock out of her mouth, not able to endure further stimulation, Ophelia turned her attention to Natasha's cunt. She licked and slurped up sperm that had oozed out of Natasha's pussy.

After she finished cleaning up all the errant sperm from Natasha's thighs, Ophelia opened her mouth wide to encompass Natasha's vulva. With the vagina opening covered, Ophelia started sucking and drew in all the loose sperm in Natasha's vagina. Now with a mouth full of semen, Ophelia moved to hover over Natasha's face. Natasha opened her mouth wide to receive the sperm flowing from Ophelia's mouth to her own. The women then got into their second cum swapping kiss to conclude this initial sequence of sexual activity.

This was a start of a weeklong orgy between the three of them. They indulged in all kinds of sexual permutations and combinations. Through it all the three of them were enthusiastic participants. They never became jaded in their sexual actions. Although Ophelia at times did appear fatigued and was willing to acquiesce to any suggestion to end a particular fucking session, she never originated a plea to end a sexual session. That was quite remarkable conduct on her part considering her age compared to the youth of Lajos and Natasha.

What was driving Ophelia's energy was the suspicion that after this week she would revert back to her lifestyle of rare and mundane sex. Consequently, she did not waste a minute of the sexual activity. She also paid close attention to all that occurred so she would retain in her memory the steamy recollections to relieve future tedium.

Notwithstanding their original discussion concerning Ophelia's performance that first night, the sex definitely placed her in her happiest frame of mind. Her playing of the cello throughout the week was phenomenal. Most serious music critics throughout the world attended these concerts and were electrified by the stunning performances. Written reviews were universally extremely laudatory. 

Needless to say the knowledgeable music lovers in the audiences were mesmerized and their word of mouth approbation caused this Australian tour to become legendary in the classical music crowd. Indeed the buzz was as great and comparable to the Three Tenors World Cup soccer concerts.

As planned during Thursday and Friday that week, they did record the Tchaikovsky and Schubert Trios along with Natasha's special composition. This time the CD cover was the picture of the three of them in the most outstanding formal dress possible and which they wore in one of the concert performances. Natasha mused that at least she now has one CD album cover whereby she is not naked or almost naked. This CD became the second highest CD classic all-time best seller topped only by the Enescu album.

Ophelia had a prior unable to get rid of commitment after the Saturday night concert, so their wonderful exotic orgy ended that Friday night Saturday morning. When they parted that morning each wore forlorn smiles as they sensed something really special had ended. Lajos and Natasha insisted their paths would cross again and a reprise could be planned. 

Ophelia inwardly did not subscribe to such happy thoughts. She felt that given their hectic schedules such a coincident meeting could hardly occur except maybe several years later. By then she thought she would probably be too old and hideous to entice these young attractive lovers.

That Saturday night Lajos and Natasha had the night/morning alone to enjoy themselves. And they enjoyed themselves! They fucked and fucked and fucked ....every which way: missionary position; her riding him facing him; riding him with her back to him and her feet on his thighs; lying on their sides with him behind her; doggy style both vaginally and anally; and being sodomized while she was face down lying flat. They did not stop; they did not get any sleep. 

They continued fucking until it was time to leave for the airport; he was off to Japan while she would return to Chicago. It was of course Lajos' credo in such situations: why not fuck; you have lots of opportunity to sleep on the plane especially when activity in the Mile High Club was not available. 

While resting in between the sex they did have conversations. Natasha was able to discuss the situation concerning her mother. She pointed out all the coincidental absences of Vera when it was known Lajos would be in Chicago. Vera even disappeared within minutes of Lajos' surprise unexpected visit last August. 

Natasha told Lajos of Vera's violent reaction when she informed her that Pamela had fucked him. She then told him of the discovery of Vera's diary poem and showed to him copy of which she had transcribed for a personal keepsake. 

She finally observed:

"I've come to the conclusion that despite only having met you twice and very briefly at that; my mother is deeply in love with you. The poem she wrote even shows she imagines having had wonderful sex with you and I trust that is just imagination." 

Lajos confirmed:

"Yes it is just imagination on her part as indeed I've only seen her twice at your home both times only for a few minutes."

"I'm now certain that she deliberately avoids your company so that she is not tempted to lure you into her arms. I believe she loves me to the point that she dares not trust herself. Because of her love for me she would not want to spoil my happiness with you and she definitely would not want me to hate her."

Lajos carefully replied:

"I have certainly sensed her interest in me and I have to admit that I'm attracted to her as well. Actually the attraction I felt upon seeing her on those two occasions seemed eerily similar to the attraction I felt for you when I first set eyes on you. So I must confess I'd love to fuck her."

Lajos stopped there to ascertain Natasha's feelings and reaction to his raw and startling confession. However Natasha had her own agenda concerning what to do about her mother so that his frank admission did not trouble her. 

Instead she replied:

"Well it would definitely annoy me if she were to steal you from me into an exclusive relationship considering that both you and I know we were made for each other. I just wish she had been more open with me about her true feelings as I just might have surprised her. You know I've had a blast this week with Ophelia; the sex has been magnificent. The thing is that neither you nor I love Ophelia but we both love my mother. You just admitted so in your clever way. So think how much more wonderful and exciting would be threesome sex with her."

Lajos was relieved that Natasha did not take any umbrage at his candid admission of his sexual desires towards Vera, but he was also startled by Natasha's jump to the next level of sexual possibilities. He couldn't believe she was truly contemplating engaging in a threesome. 

So he said:

"Are you really serious Natasha? Vera is your mother; surely your love for her is different than the carnal love you have for me not to mention carnal lust you may have had for Ophelia or for any other woman for that matter."

Natasha replied thoughtfully:

"My mother and I have actually had sex with each other once before. Now true it was not initiated as a result of any carnal lust we had for each other. However I've always recalled the sex fondly. The reason we had sex was that I needed such comfort from my mother to soften the grief that was overwhelming me upon the news of the death of my boyfriend. I was certainly comforted but I was also very sexually satisfied. 

I've had lots of sex since then and especially fantastic sex with you, so I've had no cause to complain about deficiencies in my sex life. Still I think there has been lodged in the back of my mind a wish to make love to her again. It just has been awkward for me to devise a way or to set up a situation to satisfy this desire. I also believe she feels guilty about it even though it was I that practically forced her to do it.

This week's fun with Ophelia has given me the idea to kill two birds with one stone so to speak. In a threesome, she will finally get to fuck you and I will get to have sex with her again. I have an impression that you would not be adverse to my idea."

Yes Lajos Kiraly did not have any problem to a ménage a trois with the mother-daughter Starikovich. He marveled at Natasha's sexuality and what she was capable of. He had dreamed of fucking both of them but he never imagined that such a fantasy was possible. 

He asked:

"Oh yes I admit I would love such a threesome. However how do you propose to arrange such a happy event considering she tends to disappear as soon as I appear?"

"I have a plan. You are certain that you are going to have a week off in August like you told me last week?"

"Oh yes it's written in stone. My schedule has been revised so that I will have a full week off with apparently nothing to do."

"Good! I haven't told Mom yet. So here's the plan...."

In accordance with Natasha's plan, they met at O'Hare on the Friday night in August virtually one year since the previous surprise visit by Lajos. Natasha had told Vera she would be out with some college friends and that she would be late. Natasha and Lajos actually enjoyed a date of dinner and dancing after she picked him up after he deplaned. 

To ensure success of Natasha's plan they showed admirable restraint and discipline. They did not fuck that night after she had smuggled Lajos into her room without waking Vera. 

In the morning, as was her established Saturday morning routine, Vera was sitting on a stool at the kitchen island, clad only in a bathrobe. She was sipping coffee and reading the paper, mostly the business news, before planning to taking a shower. 

Natasha appeared fully clothed and said to her:

"Good morning Mom. I've already showered as I got to go out. I forgot to tell you that the Symphony office phoned yesterday to ask for a meeting this morning to go over details of the fall scheduled concerts. There will be no financial discussions so you are not required to be there. I'll probably be back around two. Poka."

Without waiting for a response Natasha quit the room, and Vera heard her drive off. Little did Vera know that Natasha only drove around the corner parking her car on the adjacent street. She then scurried back to the house.

Once Natasha disappeared, Vera returned to reading the paper and sipping her coffee. After some minutes she sensed a presence of another person. She looked up and saw it was a man... a completely naked man...it was gasp! Lajos Kiraly in the flesh! So to speak. 

Her mouth dropped open in astonishment, as Lajos said:

"Natasha, I...."

Lajos then stopped ostensibly recognizing it was not Natasha but Vera, and so he then said:

"Oops! So sorry! I thought you were Natasha...."

With that Lajos started slowly, ever so slowly, backing away allowing his frontal nudity exposed to Vera's continuous sight. Vera was shocked and temporarily frozen to her spot on the kitchen stool. Her mind was flooded with competing ideas and suppositions, but the incongruity of seeing Lajos naked in her house was not one of them. Her mind registered foremost and emphatically that the man of her dreams was standing naked right in front of her. 

She must be in a dream she thought. She pinched her nipples hard but she did not feel anything so she knew she was in a dream. But God Lajos looked so real! Very real! And Natasha was not here. She was gone for hours. Lajos the man of her dreams apparently was hers for the taking. Her nipples had hardened; she was able to take note of that fact. Her vagina she could sense was holding in a pool of her female juices.

With all critical thinking having eluded her, Vera emitted a harrowing animalistic shriek. The sound she produced suggested that she was experiencing a mixture of contrasting emotions: agony, frustration but also exaltation. 

As her shriek ended she shucked off her robe to become completely naked. She jumped off her stool to rush at him. She wrapped her arms around his knees tackling him and bringing him down to the floor. Lajos was taken by total surprise at her reaction. He was not prepared or no way in a position to ward her off. However he had the presence of mind to protect himself in the fall so he was unhurt by Vera's tackle.

Once both were on the carpeted floor, Vera growled, realistically growled like an animal. She took his cock into her mouth for a few plunges. She was not interested in giving a full blow job; just enough to get him sufficiently erect to stuff his cock into her super moist cunt. As soon as she was satisfied that his cock was ready, she scrambled on her knees facing him and hovering over his groin. She then impaled herself and let out a huge sigh of satisfaction as soon as she felt his entire cock in her.

Then as she started riding him she let out an extremely loud whoop of unbridled joy. She rode him frantically as her sexual needs were acute. She was burning as the strokes of his cock were producing sensations of fiery passion that invaded and occupied seemingly every pore of her body. She was waiving her arms and snapping her fingers in the air in spontaneous elation. Her enormous tits were flopping every which way in response to her movements and providing a visual thrill for Lajos. Vera was so energetic and enthusiastic that he had really nothing more to do but lay back and enjoy.

As Vera felt herself approaching her climax, she closed her eyes to savor fully the exquisite orgasm she was sure to experience. Sure enough as soon as she sensed Lajos flood her vagina with his semen, she arrived. Her orgasm was the one of the most intensive kind and she hyperventilated fiercely as a result. As the waves of the pleasure sensations of her orgasm started to ebb, she lifted her head and opened her eyes.

To her shock she saw Natasha fully clothed with her hands on her hips standing in her sight just slightly behind Lajos. Natasha was tapping one of her feet on the floor, simulating an offended reaction of oiutrage. As soon as Natasha detected eye contact with her mother she mockingly asked:

"Are we having fun Mother?"

Vera now shrieked even louder than before. This shriek was interspersed with verbal exclamations such as "Oh shit!" and "Of fuck!" repeated endlessly. Still shrieking, she disengaged and jumped up unto her feet to madly run to her room. She was still shrieking when she got into her room and closed the door behind her. 

Natasha smiled at Lajos and said:

"Looks like my plan went off without a hitch. I knew she couldn't resist you and would attack you."

Lajos asked exasperatedly:

"Her attacking me was part of your plan? You could have warned me; I could have gotten hurt. I thought the idea was that with her seeing me naked she would simply consent to have sex and you would then catch us to bring the matter to a head."

"Yes well this is even better. So why don't you go to my room and wait in my bed. I may need some time to coax my mother to do what we desire. Just be patient I'll get us there."

Lajos duly went as Natasha suggested and dozed off to get some rest. She undressed to nakedness leaving her clothes strewn on the floor. Natasha then went to Vera's room; tried the door; found it unlocked and so entered. She found her mother still naked, lying prone on her stomach and weeping uncontrollably. 

As soon as Vera noticed Natasha in her room she sobbed:

"Go away! Leave me alone! Let me suffer my shame in peace."

"Oh Mom! You've got nothing to be ashamed of. Unless you had no pulse you could not have resisted the golden opportunity to fuck my naked gorgeous Lajos. I don't blame you."

Vera, startled, stopped crying, turned over and moved to sit up to face Natasha. She sniffed:

"You're not mad, Natasha?"

Natasha got onto the bed and sat down facing Vera. For comfort she stretched her legs to surround her mother who was sitting with one leg bent and the other stretched out but ended up overlaying one of Natasha's thighs. She thereupon replied:

"Of course not Mom! I know you love Lajos."

"You do?"

"Yes, I read your love poem in your diary."

Vera was now shocked and asked:

"You did? I keep my diary locked."

"Yes well I found the key a few months ago so I had to read it. And so I discovered your amorous smoldering hot sexual desires for my Lajos."

"Oh Natasha I penned those feelings...my innermost feelings...I did not mean for you to read it...they were my secret feelings...my secret desires for Lajos...Oh! Oh!...Natasha what are you doing?"

What Natasha was doing was leaning over and with her hand was masturbating Vera's genitalia.

Natasha replied now in her low sexy sultry voice:

"Relax Mom. Just enjoy what I'm doing. I want to let you know I understand your love for Lajos. How can you not love him? He is a magnificent man and the gold standard for lover. Of course you would want to fuck him. And because I love you Mom I don't wish to begrudge you to having him."

Not only had Natasha spoke in her husky voice but she was deliberately speaking slowly and obviously breathing deeply. It had the effect of creating a bewitching spell on Vera who lost again her ability for critical thinking. She squeaked in a girlish voice in stark contrast to her daughter's vamp like speech:

"I can fuck him?"

"Oh yes Mom. You can have his cock in your cunt again like you already did this morning."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 28



The eroticism caused by her daughter's touching and her seductive voice pattern turned Vera into a sexual automaton. Without thinking she reciprocated her daughter's touching and started fondling Natasha's vulva. Soon the mutual masturbation produced an intense arousal. Vera reverted from her girlish voice to her sultry voice; compelled to mimic Natasha:

"You don't mind?"

Now Natasha was seductively cooing:

"Oh Mom, you can't have Lajos exclusively to yourself. He is my man after all. But because I love you I'm willing to share him."

"Share him?"

With Vera now vigorously rubbing her labia and her clit, Natasha was becoming completely aroused. Now her sexy, sultry speech pattern was more genuine than affected. So she continued to utter in heavy breathing:

"Yes share him. Like the two of us love on him together and we can love on each other as well." 

Although Vera's mind was now almost completely clouded by the sexual ambience, she still had the presence of mind to rebel against Natasha's dark invitation to lesbian incest. Unmindful of the actual compromising situation she was currently in; Vera replied reverting back to her squeaky girlish voice:

"Love on each other? Why Natasha I'm your mother. You're my daughter. Sexual love between us is a sin...a taboo...forbidden to us."

For her reply Natasha abandoned her vamp voice but spoke in her normal everyday voice:

"Nonsense Mom! Incest is forbidden because of the possibility of conceiving idiot children. Obviously that is not an issue between us so there is no impediment. Besides we've already loved on each other which I'm pretty certain you've not forgotten."

Vera also replied in her everyday normal voice:

"Oh yes I remember it very well. But you were in absolute shock and grief. You needed my loving to counteract the awful feelings you were experiencing. That was the sole reason we made love to each other." 

Natasha once again affected her sexy voice in reply:

"Mebbe so Mom. But still I recall that the sex was something special, truly incredible and awesome. I believe I've secretly wanted to repeat this sexual experience but I was inhibited to suggest it to you. Now as I've already revealed to you, Lajos and I had threesome sex with Ophelia Hartley when we were in Australia. All that time we had sex I could not help thinking why could it not be you instead of Ophelia."

Vera was truly conflicted with competing emotions. Although not very religious, Vera still retained some moral quilt as a result of her Catholic upbringing. Although she was mostly unperturbed about her libertine sexual lifestyle, she still had issues with incest. To countenance sex with her daughter was the ultimate moral anathema to her values.

On the other hand Vera had to agree with Natasha's observation that apart from moral and religious strictures there were no possible undesired consequences to lesbian incest as opposed to straight incest. But then again perhaps she was open to any excuse. However the most startling revelation was to hear of her daughter's unabashed avowal of a desire for sex with her. This then opened her own mind and she had to admit that she had delighted in the previous sexual act with Natasha and that more of it would be exciting. 

In essence Natasha was seducing Vera, and they both consciously knew it. Although Vera saw through Natasha's deliberate affection of her voice, she nevertheless was susceptible to the siren song allure. As she was succumbing to the enticement of sex with her daughter, Vera's guilt feelings disappeared to be replaced by an irresistible need to be naughty.

Whether acting deliberately or involuntarily, Natasha started withdrawing her fingers away from Vera's pussy. The breaking of contact caused Vera to move her bottom towards Natasha's hand to re-establish contact, and continue the heavenly touching.

Natasha did renew masturbating Vera's cunt momentarily, but then again withdrew; and Vera again followed. After an interval of repeated motions of withdrawal and re-connection, there was lots of space between Vera's back and the headboard where she had been initialing sitting against. Seemingly without any design or planning, Vera, who unlike Natasha's antics had kept continuously masturbating her daughter's cunt, suddenly withdrew her fingers. Then Vera lowered herself to rest flat on her back.

Natasha switched her position and sprawled on to Vera's crotch to efficiently commence a muff dive. Vera for her own comfort spread one leg as far apart as possible to provide easy access to her cunt. She curled her other leg over Natasha's shoulder to rest her heel on the small of the back. Natasha wrapped her arms around Vera's hips as she started licking and slurping Vera's vulva.

Vera's cunt reeked of sexual smells the recent coitus with Lajos had produced. Coupled with Vera's natural scent, Natasha was treated to an intoxicating odor of raw sex which thoroughly penetrated her brain causing an unexpected excitement. Her enjoyment was further enhanced by her sucking in Vera's juices which naturally included Lajos's recently deposited sperm. 

Natasha's exquisite tongue action along with the awareness that it was her very own daughter causing the stimulation instantly overwhelmed Vera. She grabbed a hold of Natasha's golden locks for no other purpose but to calm her nerves. She did not use her hands to direct Natasha in the cunnilingus but simply to keep herself steady and not thrash about. As it was Vera was bumping and grinding her hips dramatically in reaction to Natasha's oral manipulations. Vera's excitement had reached such a high level intensity that the ensuing orgasm was earth shattering to her. She fell into an extremely deep hyperventilation that would have alarmed any bystander.

Natasha though was the only other person in the room but she was distracted by her own orgasm to pay attention to Vera's plight. Just like her mother, Natasha's excitement was fueled by the factual awareness that the woman she was eating her out was her very own mother. The initial exhilaration derived from the taste and smell of her mother's cunt exaggerated the acknowledged reality of participating in what most of society would condemn. Consequently, Natasha was likewise hyperventilating severely as a result of her orgasm.

As mother and daughter each recovered from their extraordinary climaxes, a new sense of euphoria and excitement took over. Despite the calming effect of the afterglow, both were cognizant of the presence of a naked man in their house; namely Lajos Kiraly. And they both knew that something was about to be done concerning this fact. 

With this in mind Natasha literally jumped out of the bed and seizing Vera's hand beckoned:

"Come mother, Lajos is on my bed waiting patiently for our company." 

Mother and daughter, hand in hand, trooped into Natasha's room. Lajos immediately woke up from his slumber as he was instantly aware the moment the door was opened by Natasha. His breath was taken away upon the sight of the two of them entering the room. He flinched and his penis rock hardened instantly. The sight was electrifying!

To say that Vera and Natasha in the nude were gorgeous women would be an understatement. If one were to conjure up in one's mind what the most beautiful woman would look like she would not surpass in beauty of either Vera or Natasha. And Lajos was the lucky man to behold such double dose of ultimate female pulchritude. And he appreciated completely his good fortune and his body reacted accordingly.

What was most astonishing about Vera's naked beauty was her still very youthful appearance. If one were to contemplate only from the neck down one could not discern any age difference visually in the body appearance between her and her daughter; they were carbon copy of each other. There were no wrinkles, cellulite, scars, boils, skin tags nor any discoloration nor any blemishes on Vera's skin to betray her age. Only by looking at their faces could one discern Vera's seniority.

Lajos, however, was only able to savor the naked beauty of his female companions momentarily. Mother and daughter were at this moment not inclined for small talk or to waste any time in proceeding with their sexual agenda. They both got onto the bed wordlessly to sprawl at either side of him and facing his cock. They positioned themselves so that Lajos had easy access to each of their nether regions. He took advantage by fondling each of their ass and genitalia, but then perhaps their positioning had been a deliberate invitation to do such fondling.

Natasha and Vera were alternating stimulating his male organ orally. While one of them had his rod in her mouth the other had his balls in her mouth. The joy the women were experiencing was evidenced by the squeaking and moaning emanating from their throats while their mouths were stuffed by his genitalia. As his cock was throbbing foreshadowing an eminent ejaculation, both mother and daughter stopped abruptly as they were in a mood for a different sexual scenario. 

Lajos, sensing what the woman wanted, scooted further up in his sitting position so that his entire upper body was resting against the headboard. Vera then maneuvered her position so that she had her ass practically underneath his nose as she was on her knees straddling his crotch. She then placed his erect cock into her vagina to commence a reverse intercourse. Because of his cramped sitting position he was unable to effect forceful thrusts into her vagina as he otherwise normally would be inclined to do. Thus Vera had complete control of the tempo and she deliberately bumped and grounded at a slow languid pace.

Vera needed to fuck slowly in order to effectively accomplish her other sexual assignment in the scenario; namely, to eat her daughter out simultaneously. Natasha had moved to lie on her back with her pubes under her mother to allow for efficient cunnilingus. Her legs were inside of Lajos' legs, which feet she grabbed hold of to absentmindedly caress while she was enjoying the application of Vera's tongue on her cunt.

The movement of their three way sex definitely was agonizingly slow but it provided for a buildup to terrific euphoria. For Natasha, as she was rubbing Lajos' feet and just feeling her mother's tongue on her, her passion rose exponentially. For Vera her sexual activity, consisting of giving (eating out Natasha), and receiving (being fucked by Lajos' cock), doubled the intensity of the pleasure sensations coursing throughout her body.

As for Lajos, despite a rather extensive sexual history, this experience had him in uncharted waters. With Vera's rump so close to his face he was treated to a double thrill: the smell of Vera and the close-up view of her delectable derriere. Vera's ass was so enticing that he was absolutely compelled to rub on it if only to record in his memory bank that he had beheld such a beautiful female derriere. 

As his position did not allow much scope for taking the initiative of the vaginal intercourse of Vera, he was experiencing excruciating pleasure from the friction of his cock movement in her cunt. Since he actually could not effectively adjust his penile strokes he received a smorgasbord of sexual delights that drove him to an unprecedented sexual nirvana.

However the greatest thrill for him was his ability to witness Vera eating out Natasha while he was actually fucking Vera. It was akin to watching a porno movie which one is in. His brain registered the fact that such a scenario was pure fantasy. Since his brain had the unshakeable belief that fantasy was not real his mindset gave the impression that he was floating in air and not actually participating in legitimate sexual congress.

His body naturally reached the climax stage, but because of his mindset he did not spurt vociferously as usual in his normal ejaculations. Instead his sperm oozed out of his cock as it was filling Vera's vagina. Although the amount of sperm he ejaculated equaled his normal output, he was not as sexually satisfied as he ought to have been; he needed more. Likewise although Natasha and Vera both experienced intense orgasms, nevertheless they wanted more and so there was no afterglow for any of them.

So their next movements to resolve their conflicting emotions were natural actions; even though nothing was verbally uttered by anyone of them. Vera got off Lajos and Natasha scramble upright onto her knees. Lajos then slid down again so that his entire body was completely flat on the bed. Vera then moved to plant herself directly on Lajos' face. She paid attention to his hands guiding her so that he could effectively and efficiently give her the best tongue licking she could possibly desire. She intuitively sensed that he would revel at the claustrophobic effect of her thighs and abdomen surrounding his head. There was sufficient room though for her to maneuver to maximize the pleasure of his tongue action.

Lajos was indeed overjoyed to have Vera's cunt and ass almost smothering him. As he was essentially wrapped in her proven gorgeous female body, she inadvertently had cast a sexual spell on him that had a truly erotic effect on all his senses. As he was licking her cunt he was able to fish out some of the remnants of his sperm from his two ejaculations in her. The taste of his sperm and her female juices together with the smell of her completely overwhelmed him. He believed in smelling her as he was completely covered by her that he was in touch with her inner core of her soul not just her body. It was a heady experience.

Almost the moment Vera had established herself sitting on his face, Natasha had scrambled on her knees to straddle his pelvis. Although he was not fully erect she was easily able to impale herself on his cock. Since he was momentarily only semi hard she forced her vagina muscles clamp down on his cock to prevent it from slipping out. She then moved ever so slowly to keep his cock in and encourage it to attain its full fucking potential.

With the stimulation caused by the presence of Vera's cunt on his tongue, in addition to Natasha's bumping and grinding, he was soon rock hard again despite having fully ejaculated mere moments previously. 

Natasha's bumping and grinding fucking was very slow and deliberate. Slow and deliberate was to her liking; exactly the kind of fucking that she most desired for this occasion. The tantalizing slow fucking had another fortuitous benefit. Since Natasha and Vera were facing each other they could effectively play with each other. 

They were able to fondle each other's breasts. They took turns in kissing and sucking on each other's nipples as well. 

Natasha's pace on Lajos was so smooth and even that required little movement of her upper body. As a result she was able to launch into a passionate kiss with Vera, and their kissing did not interrupt or hamper her ride on Lajos' cock. Likewise the kissing did not hinder Lajos' oral sex on Vera. 

Their kiss was non-stop and lasted for quite some time. They subsequently came to believe that this kiss was the turning point of the dynamics of their relationship. With respect to their initial lesbian sex at the Palmer House Hotel, it was acknowledged that the instigation of it was not occasioned by any carnal lust between them. With respect to the sex at Vera's bed, it was really brought on by curiosity on the part of Natasha to reprise the sexual feelings that were experienced from that first encounter. This time the guilt and the awkwardness associated with having sex with each other, despite their relationship, had been overcome..

With this kiss, the concern they might have felt considering their mother-daughter relationship, was no longer a paramount or even a minor inhibitor. As the kiss continued and continued, the sentient thought was that they were indulging in lesbian sex with a very desirable partner. That they were mother and daughter was an incidental fact that had no bearing on the enjoyment or the passion of the love making.

Their carnal lust they had for each other was therefore by this kiss discovered, acknowledged and then passionately experienced. And as they were experiencing their passionate kiss they were compelled to emit agonizing moans continuously.

Thus the experience of this sexual intercourse for the three of them turned out be absolutely unique for each of them. 

For Natasha and Vera their main cranial focus in the lovemaking was in their kissing and so their minds for the initial time being were blocking out the buildup of the pleasure sensations resulting from the stimulation of their vulvas by Lajos. 

When Natasha felt that her vagina was receiving splats of Lajos' sperm as he was ejaculating, all the pleasure sensations of the coitus hit her at once simultaneously. As a result her orgasm made her lose all control she had of her body and mind. As she broke off the kiss with her mother, the effect of the climax was to weaken her posture so that she toppled over and away from Lajos. Luckily she still had some presence of mind to be able to grab part of the bed to soften her fall. Thus as she landed on the floor she was slightly stunned but unhurt.

Vera had a similar reaction. As her orgasm seized her and Natasha had broken off the kiss, Vera likewise collapsed from being upright on Lajos. However, fortunately for her, she fell backwards crashing her head and back against the headboard so that she remained on the bed. Her orgasm took over her so completely that she had none of her usual reactions to a sexual climax. She did hyperventilate but her energy was zapped from doing anything else to relive the intensity of her orgasm.

Lajos was focused on his cunnilingus with Vera that his mind did not much register his vaginal penetration of Natasha. As a result he did not become aware he was ejaculating until Natasha was disengaging from him in her unusual manner. But then the euphoria of his climax hit him to compound the thrills he was enjoying from eating out Vera. As a result he was essentially immobilized for the time being as he also hyperventilated in preparation for the return to reality.

The three of them did not stir for some time as each was lost in a sexual nirvana. Vera actually entertained a very peculiar notion. She rarely delved in the circumstances of Natasha's birth and how compelling it was to opt for an abortion given her age and situation at the time. 

She usually reflected with satisfaction of her decision not to terminate her pregnancy on occasions when Natasha achieved or accomplished something significant; like when she made her triumphant debut at the Chicago Symphony. 

She now thought that considering the great sex she just had enjoyed it was another reason to celebrate her decision not to have aborted. Without the birth of Natasha not only would she not have enjoyed the lesbian sex with her daughter but she obviously would not have met Lajos Kiraly. She inwardly giggled at such an irreverent thought, as she suspected this would not be the rationale the Pro Life crowd would want to embrace to advance the case against abortion.

Lajos was basking in the fulfillment of his fantasy. He knew when he first met Natasha that this was the woman for him. He however did become confused when he first met her mother; as he likewise formed the impression that Vera was the woman for him. Now he understood that both of his intuitive beliefs were correct; Vera and Natasha were the woman for him. He need not choose between them; how more fortunate could he be.

As for Natasha she was completely stunned. When she planned this threesome back in Australia it was to be a lark. She thought it would be a sexual enjoyment on par, perhaps better, than what she had enjoyed with the threesome with Ophelia. The added benefit would be that she was giving a loving gift to her mother; the opportunity to fuck Lajos an obvious strong desire on the part of her mother. However she did not expect to have formed a carnal love for her mother as a result.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 29



Victoria Veronica Patterson née Vargas was not a happy camper. She had just caught her husband of almost four years, cheating on her. 

Vickie had been attending a special three day ABA (American Bar Association) convention held at Washington, D.C., highlighting current medical malpractices developments She had intended to return to her home in Atlanta, Ga on the Sunday afternoon, but at last minute during the Saturday night dinner and dance session at the convention she decided to forgo the Sunday breakfast and the morning final wrap-up session. With her sudden change of plans she was lucky enough to catch the last flight out that night which landed in Atlanta around 11:40 PM.

She took a cab from the Atlanta airport so as not to inconvenience her husband by forcing him to pick her up. Besides, as she suspected he would be sleeping, she wanted to surprise him, by her unexpected premature return. As she arrived around 12:30 AM, her house was dark; just as she thought apparently her husband had retired for the evening. She quietly entered the home using her key. Leaving her bags and shoes on the hallway floor, she first tiptoed to their infant son's room to check on her sleeping two year old child.

After that she undressed herself in her son's room, and donned her TLR body chain belt which she had extracted from her purse. This belt was the prize for her winning a sex contest at an orgy at her mother's sex club, The Texas Love Ranch. Vickie was very proud of this chain that she vowed to always wear it for every sexual occasion. When not wearing it she carried it in her purse or always had it with her like someone possessing a condom- just in case. 

Although she was faithful to her marriage vows and intended to remain so; nevertheless she was perceptive enough to realize that she might fall into temptation of adultery in case a suitable lothario seduced her. Should such an event ever occur she definitely would want to wear this belt for the occasion.

She next noiselessly moved on to the master bedroom hoping to sneak into her husband's bed. She planned to get his penis erect orally, and then mounting him to wake him up as she was riding him. When she reached the door, she heard unmistakable sexual activity noises. Alarmed she pushed in the door and turned on the lights. She saw her husband fucking a woman whom she did not know.

She was shocked, but she responded instantly and decisively:

"Oh! So sorry to have barged in on you, Greg. You can carry on; I'm just going to spend the night at a motel room."

Her husband, Dr Gregory Archer Patterson, completely surprised, stammered:

"Wait Vickie, it's not what you think!"

Vickie wondered at the insipidity of such a cliché; as if he could possibly know what she was thinking.

She calmly replied:

"Please no explanations for now Greg. I'll talk to you tomorrow; for now just take care of your companion."

Vickie rushed out of the room to her son's room, and grabbed her clothes and purse. She then fled to her car and drove naked two blocks to avoid the possibility of having to talk to Greg should he decide to pursue her. Once dressed in her car she drove downtown to her favorite bar. Before she entered the bar she secured a room in the hotel of the bar. She ordered a Jack and Coke as she settled in a booth. She started sipping her drink and just started thinking and examining her emotions.

Although an introvert generally, Vickie usually was unconcerned about her inner feelings and seldom delved in it. This time though considering the incident she had just witnessed, she was forced to do some serious introspection.

Her first thought was the realization that she was not horrified at Greg's infidelity per se. Instead she identified as her chief reaction to be the newly acquired revelation as regret that she had just wasted five years of sex with her husband on a false premise; i.e. the apparent mutual desire and requirement for fidelity in their marriage.

The waste was that the sex she had had with her husband was not all that great, but it could have been better had she allowed herself to indulge in some extramarital sex. She knew this about herself; that unlike most females, or most males for that matter, she truly had no hang up with infidelity in a relationship or even in a marriage for that matter.

After all for the first eight years of her life she lived in her mother's brothel, "Capital Delights", in Austin, Texas. And the next eight years she lived in her mother's sex club premises, "The Texas Love Ranch". Thus she was exposed to raw sex from an early age and was instilled with unorthodox moral values. She formed an impression that indiscriminate and promiscuous sex was fun and was the norm.

Although her mother had her going to church regularly she did not bother to try and reconcile the Church's moral teachings to the sexual lifestyle she was familiar and comfortable with. Contra to her church attendance was the fact that she worked on staff at TLR since she was fourteen.

Strangely enough, although she was enthralled and enchanted with the swingers' lifestyle she nevertheless did not lose her virginity until she was almost twenty-three years of age. As a staff member of the TLR she was privy to witnessing the most brazen sexuality and uninhibited sexual activity that none of her female peers ever imagined, never mind actually having seen.

Without a doubt the most impressionable and memorable exhibition of sex at the TLR that she saw had to be the Messalina's Challenge contest won by the famed Hollywood actress Charlotte Thornton. To win the contest Charlotte had sex with almost 50 separate pairs of sexual partners within a twelve and a half hours period.

That particular orgy left another indelible impression on her mind. That orgy, amazingly enough, was a special wedding celebration held during mid-week. Charlotte's prize for winning the Messalina's Challenge contest was truly outrageous and sexual. 

Besides the usual gold plated body chain belt always awarded to TLR contest winners, Charlotte won the right to be the third participant to the honeymoon of the couple that was married at the orgy. To Vickie, a couple who could remain members of the Texas Love Ranch, after their wedding, and would have threesome sex during their honeymoon represented an exotic marriage that was truly fascinating. In the darkest recess of her mind, she realized she would have loved to emulate the marriage of Randy and Chloe Hamilton.  The sex acts she had witnessed at the TLR certainly had caused Vickie to be more knowledgeable of sex, than her peers. However, the sheer sexuality displayed by the female members of the club unnerved Vickie's timid self-confidence. She just could not imagine that she could ever be as sexual as Charlotte Thornton, for example, and have sex with that many partners in such a short time. She wanted to indulge in sex, but she was gun shy. She subconsciously believed that her lovers would find her lacking, and being somewhat of a perfectionist she knew she would not be able to tolerate seeing such disappointment displayed by her sexual partners.

Since she grew up favored by an unsurpassed superiority of a home schooling education, she started attending the University of Texas, when she was only sixteen years of age. Because she was at least two years younger than her fellow college students, she was not really ready to participate in normal college life and its activities. As a result she just studied and never went out. 

She just remained in her comfort zone. She never attempted to break out of her weird solitary life, and made no effort to try and get a date. She had the notion that the purpose of a date; besides the enjoyment of the event in of itself, was to get to know someone and if compatible to have sex with him. Thus, she reasoned since she didn't date it must be because she must not be interested in sex. 

Since she did not socialize and concentrated solely on her studies while an undergrad at the University of Texas, she easily achieved and maintained a 4.0 GPA. Her chosen undergraduate course curriculum was so demanding that she was induced to contemplate further intense study.

Prompted by her academic advisor she opted to apply to Duke University for admittance to both the medical and to the law school. Duke University has a dual degree program where after six years of study she would attain both a law degree and a medical degree. Her goal then was to become an attorney specializing in medical malpractice litigation.

Her celibate life finally came to an end during her third year at Duke University while taking first year law classes at the Law School. To augment her legal studies she joined a study group with three other male and two other female students. At the start of the second semester, the three males dropped out of the study group, apparently ashamed that they had achieved poorer results at the end of first semester exams than the females of the group. With the males gone from the group, Vickie became friendlier with the two females who were Brenda Porter and Connie Snyder. 

One Saturday night in January the three of them agreed to take a break from their studies, and decided to relax spending time at a bar near the campus. Vickie found out that these two women were from Michigan, and were sisters; Brenda's sister Linda was married to Connie's brother Walter. In addition, they roomed together, and indulged in lesbian sex. 

Both assured Vickie that they really were not lesbians, or at least were not primarily orientated to being lesbians. They both had been engaged to two studs. By a horrible coincidence their respective fiancées were killed on the same day almost four years previously.

Neither of them up to that point had found a male sufficiently enticing to dally with, but the search was continuing. Until they would encounter such suitable males, they indulged in lesbian sex to pass the time. Connie pointed out that their philosophy was that girl-on-girl sex was a terrific substitute for the real thing. And until the real thing did come around the sex between them would suffice. 

When Vickie related her story, both Brenda and Connie protested Vickie's assertion that she believed herself to be asexual. Brenda suggested that Vickie had let the spectacular sexual activity she had witnessed at the TLR overwhelm her, and rob her of her sexual self-confidence. It did not help that Vickie had had no friends in her peer group with which she could truly assess and compare her sexuality. Since she was only aware of the sophisticated sexuality of the mature female members of the TLR, it was no wonder she would doubt her own sexual abilities and capabilities.

Brenda went to further suggest that Vickie's reticence to engaging in sex was similar to the way she had acted in the group study sessions during that first semester of law school. Vickie had clearly been intimidated by the self confidence and arrogance of the three males in the group, despite the fact that she actually possessed the sharpest legal mind in the study group. As a result she seldom ventured an opinion during the study sessions, but when she did both Brenda and Connie were surprised at her insightful contributions. Likewise it was Brenda's contention that once Vickie actually got her feet wet so to speak, she would do just fine in sex. To this end she generously offered Vickie to indulge in three-way lesbian sex as a rehearsal for the time when Vickie finally did get to fuck a man. Brenda went on to suggest that their sex would be akin to teen-age girls' lesbian experiments to prepare for sex with boys; although their sex would be much more high powered. No doubt the alcohol the women had consumed, fueled Vickie's seduction, but nevertheless, she was more than ready to accept the sexual offer.

Throughout the remaining months of that semester at Duke, the three of them had sex every weekend, and thus Vickie quickly became quite adept and confident with her sexuality. At no time did Vickie consider she would become exclusively a lesbian. She enjoyed dildo penetration the most in their activity. Whereas fucking either Brenda or Connie with a strap-on did not particularly thrill her that much. Although the sex was terrific and Brenda and Connie were enjoyable companions, Vickie could sense she was not romantically attached to them. Instead she was impatient to savor a real cock.

Her 23rd birthday more or less coincided with the end of that academic year at Duke. To celebrate her birthday, Vickie decided to indulge herself by finally going to an orgy at the TLR. It so happened that an 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' competition was planned for this orgy.

This contest consisted of three pairs of females competing to complete the most sexual 'around the world' cycles with different men per each sexual episode within the 80 minutes time limit as suggested by the title of the contest. The contest name was obviously a play on words of the title of the famous novel by Julius Verne: "Around the World in 80 days".

Vickie's mother, Kristina, agreed to team up with her in the contest. One opposing pair that had signed up was Charlotte Thornton and Chloe Hamilton. No other female scheduled to attend the orgy signed up for the contest so that Vickie was able to induce Brenda and Connie to enter as a third pair to compete. Thereafter Brenda and Connie became permanent members of the Texas Love Ranch.

The orgy was a blast for Vickie. She was thoroughly satisfied by the quantity and quality of the sex she enjoyed. To top it all, with her mother she won the 'Around the World' competition, and thus had her own authentic gold plated TLR body chain belt to wear. She subsequently was able to tease Brenda Porter on the win, since the latter had been confident that her pair would be victorious, but instead were a distant third in the competition.

The most intriguing aspect of this orgy for Vickie was to meet in person Chloe Hamilton, who had been dubbed the Minnesota Enchantress. This woman was the most outrageously sexual female being that Vickie could imagine. Chloe was still, at the time, a student at the University of Minnesota studying aerospace engineering of all things. She was a mother of an eleven month old baby boy, who was born before the she got married. Her wedding ceremony was held at the Texas Love Ranch during the special orgy commissioned for the occasion. Charlotte Thornton, having won the Messalina's Challenge at their wedding/orgy accompanied and presumably participated at the happy couple's honeymoon.

And that's not all! Chloe was nine months pregnant with her second child during this orgy and contest. In fact the reason her pair lost the contest to Vickie, was the fact that her water broke during the last sexual intercourse preventing her from completing her fifth 'around the world' cycle which would have tied her team with Vickie and Kristina. She subsequently delivered her daughter to the world a few hours later on the premises of the TLR.

Thus on both occasions at the birth of her children, Chloe had sperm, not her husband's, freshly lodged in her vagina, having had sexual intercourse despite having commenced her labor. She was certain no other woman in the world could claim such distinction; i.e. to remain happily married despite her husband's foreknowledge and acquiescence to extramarital sex right up to the commencement of her labor. 

Notwithstanding such overt marital infidelity, Chloe did indeed have a happy solid marriage as she and her husband were unabashed swingers. They were members of the TLR, sincere in their love for sexual variety but still committed to living together, and having constant sex with each other. They genuinely did not begrudge each other's extramarital sex as they actually believed their marriage was thereby strengthened.

As a final departure from the orthodoxy of traditionally approved sanctioned marriages, the Hamiltons employed two nannies, who were sisters from Iceland. These nannies had no objections to performing as Chloe put it, special extra duties. Such "duties" consisted of occasionally indulging in sex with their employers; either one or both at the same time as their employers so demanded. Vickie was simply enthralled by the history of Chloe Hamilton. 

During their wedding ceremony/orgy Vickie had developed a notion that she would want to have a marriage just like Chloe's. Now having personally met Chloe at her first participating TLR orgy, Vickie's wish to emulate Chloe's marriage was reinforced and became an unequivocal passionate desire and goal.

However after Vickie started her fourth year at Duke and hence her second year at the Law School, she bumped into Gregory Archer Patterson on campus. Greg was a medical student in his final year of medical school studies. They had vaguely known each other before, having been somewhat acquainted when he was in his first year and she was in her second year at the medical school. He had wondered what had happened to her as he had not seen her around at the medical school, in the previous year. He was impressed upon learning of her heavy duty academic program of studies. He asked her out to get to know her better.

The two of them became instantly attracted to each other and entered into an exclusive relationship shortly after that first date. The sex with Greg was very intense and passionate; as emotionally euphoric as Vickie would have imagined she would want. 

Greg was a straight laced stereotypical Southern gentleman. His family was prominent and well regarded in Atlanta, Georgia. Accordingly Greg was absolutely conservative in sexual matters and outlook, and therefore would not countenance a swingers' sexual lifestyle. Greg was not very adventurous in his lovemaking, and invariably initially balked at any of Vickie's suggestions to spice up their sexual activity. With patience, Vickie was able to steer Greg into becoming a better lover.

Vickie was in love with Greg, so much so that she ignored her predilection for preferring a swingers' sexual lifestyle. Noting that Greg's family was the quintessential aristocratic southern family, she asked Kristina to pretend that her wealth was not derived from operating a swingers' sex club. Instead Vickie intimated to Greg that her mother managed a ranch in Texas to cater to wealthy European and Asian tourists who desired to experience the wild American west in an authentic setting.

Vickie deliberately did not take Greg to Texas to visit her mother. Instead when Kristina would meet Greg and or his family, she always came to Atlanta. Although Kristina was not happy to play the charade of being something she was not; but for the sake of Vickie's happiness she complied with her daughter's wishes without complaint.

When Greg graduated he did his residency internship at a Durham hospital to accommodate waiting for Vickie to finish her education. Once Vickie finished and graduated with her two degrees, the two of them quietly married in a civil ceremony in Durham the day after her graduation ceremony. 

Vickie might have enjoyed an elaborate high society wedding, but except for Brenda Porter and Connie Snyder, she had no friends. Except for her mother, she had no family. So rather than insisting on a large wedding which would be dwarfed by Greg's family and friends she opted for the civil marriage witnessed only by Kristina and Greg's mother, Betty, who both had come for Vickie's graduation as well.

After a wonderful two weeks honeymoon in the Caribbean islands, they moved to Atlanta. Greg was set up in a wonderful position and career at a major Atlanta hospital. With Vickie's superior academic credentials, she was snapped up by Queen and Fish, one of Atlanta's largest law firms, employing over 800 lawyers. The firm was the south's most prominent firm representing insurers, hospitals and doctors in medical malpractice lawsuits.




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During her second year of employment, Vickie was second chair to one of the firm's senior partner in a major and most important medical malpractice trial. The plaintiff's claim for malpractice was dubious enough, such that the defendant insurers, hospital and doctors opted for trial rather than settle. Vickie had been assigned to assist in this case on the day she started working with the firm. Thus she was completely prepared to take over when during the second day of the trial the senior partner suffered a major heart attack and could not continue. With her medical knowledge in addition to her legal skills, Vickie's conduct of the case was brilliant and resulted in a complete victory for her clients.

The firm rewarded Vickie's remarkable success by promoting and offering her a full partnership despite having been with the firm less than two years. The other senior partners recognized Vickie's worth and wanted to ensure that she would not leave. She was provided with a magnificent office befitting her status as the newest senior partner. In her new position Vickie was placed in complete charge of administrating all medical malpractice litigation of the firm; a remarkable professional achievement in such a short time. In addition she was an equal participant in important strategy meetings devoted to resolving other major litigation issues confronting the firm.

To complete her superwoman successes, Vickie subsequently became pregnant and delivered a baby boy to this world. The proud parents named him Gregory Vargas Patterson Jr. Archer was Greg's mother's maiden name so he had no problem in allowing his son to have Vickie's maiden name as his son's middle name. When her son was born, Vickie mused about employing a nanny from Iceland to emulate Chloe Hamilton. However as there was no scope in her marriage for her nanny to perform the extra special duties that Chloe's nannies indulged in, Vickie settled for a respectable local African-American girl.

Gregory did not have an equally remarkable professional success as Vickie, but his career was solid and satisfactory nevertheless. As a result they were the golden couple of high society in Atlanta. Actually they were in demand for every important social event in all of Georgia not just in Atlanta. Vickie definitely had no complaints about her very respectable lifestyle, and took deep satisfaction for achieving such social prominence despite having been born in a brothel owned by her mother.

She was totally in love with Gregory and was satisfied with her sex life with him. However she noted that once married their sex was not as exciting as before marriage or during their honeymoon. The sex just seemed to have deteriorated once they settled into a married life routine. Consequently, there was a restlessness in the darkest recesses of her mind.

Although in her mind, sex with Gregory was satisfactory, albeit not spectacular, but she had a sexual yearning for more. The images of the sex she had witnessed and participated at the TLR orgies were seared in her memory. She knew she would love to partake in orgies. But she disciplined herself to suppress such desires in order to maintain her apparently perfect lifestyle.

As she was sipping her third Jack and Coke, she concluded that the fact that Greg was cheating on her did not affect her emotions whatsoever. Instead what was upsetting to her was the realization that since Greg was not faithful to their marriage vows; it follows that he could have been convinced to become a swinger. Vickie was not interested in ending her marriage but she sure as hell would love to have a marriage like Chloe Hamilton. 

So she brightened up at the thought that she now had Greg over a barrel. Assuming he also wanted to remain married to her, he would have to have no justification to object to them becoming swingers. She no longer needed to disguise her mother's situation in life from him. Hell they could both become members of the TLR. Vickie inwardly giggled in her mind with the thought that should she become pregnant again she would strive to emulate Chloe Hamilton and have sperm not of her husband's in her vagina when she would start her labor.

While contemplating all those thoughts, she was approached by a tall and very handsome African-American man. She recognized him, and so had no objection to him joining her. He was Johnny Whitaker, a tremendously successful plaintiff's attorney with whom she had had several professional adversarial dealings and encounters. In addition she knew Johnny and his wife from mutually attended significant social functions in Atlanta. 

On each occasion when he was not with his wife, Johnny would incidentally flirt with her and playfully suggest they should have sex. She just as playfully always rebuffed him with the reason that she could not contemplate cheating on her husband. Nevertheless she always left the impression that she was reluctant on the necessity of refusing him and signaled that she was rather flattered by his sexual aggression. 'Well,' thought Vickie, 'if he still wants to get into my pants, this will be his lucky night.' 

Sure enough Johnny soon steered the conversation into an invitation for sex. In the back of his mind, he had a suspicion he would score considering that she was alone in this bar late on a Saturday night; actually now Sunday morning. To convince her to submit to him and to allay what he perceived as her fears she might have in finally committing adultery, he suggested they still had time to indulge in quick sex without anyone being the wiser. He informed her that he had been at a potentially all night poker game, a regular once a month activity he participated in and so his wife was not expecting him before 3:00 AM.

Little did he know that Vickie's frame of mind this time was favorable towards committing adultery and not concerned at all of being found out. Consequently, he was pleased not to be rebuffed this time, and even happier to learn that she already had a room available for them in the very same hotel. So after they downed their drinks, she led the way to her room.

Once inside, Vickie gushed:

"Kiss me Johnny, I want to taste you."

They commenced a long languorous sweet tasting kiss. While kissing, Vickie used her hands to undo his belt and pants and caused them to drop to his ankles. As she was groping the flesh of his cock, she broke off the kiss and cooed:

"Now I really want to taste you Johnny!"

Thereupon she sunk to her knees, lowered his briefs and took his now fully exposed cock into her mouth. To Johnny's pleasant surprise, Vickie unceremoniously deep throated him and was able to get the entire length of his shaft completely into her mouth. As he was rather well endowed, no female partner including his wife had ever previously been able to or for that matter attempted to swallow his entire cock. Vickie, on the other hand, exhibited no apprehension or difficulty in achieving this maneuver. 

After the third full plunge on his cock, she interrupted her blow job, and in her sultriest sexy voice gasped:

"Oh Johnny baby, I really want to taste you, but I also want you to fuck me. With the little time you said you have, do you think you can do both or do I have to choose?"

Johnny Whitaker had previously suspected that Vickie might be a player. That was one of the reasons why he brazenly flirted with her each time he was with her, even though she consistently had refused his overtures for sex. He was pleased to have finally succeeded in getting her, but to discover how truly wanton she proved to be was an added bonus, one he had not anticipated. That knowledge in of itself made him confident of his stamina and libido.

So he replied:

"Don't you worry about a thing Triple 'V'; I am more than man enough to satisfy all your desires, even in the short time we have."

As Vickie had retained her maiden name in her professional life, she became known and referred to as "Triple V" at her firm. As a result, the same moniker spread amongst the legal community of Atlanta, and accordingly Johnny addressed her as such.

Vickie was pleased to hear Johnny's response since for some reason Greg had developed an aversion to fellatio. He could only tolerate very limited amount of such sexual activity, and he had very rarely allowed himself to ejaculate in her mouth. She remembered fondly the blow jobs she had performed in the 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' competition at the TLR orgy, and she particularly remembered her enjoyment of the taste of cum. Thus she was thrilled to anticipate Johnny cuming in her mouth.

Accordingly, Vickie savored sucking on Johnny's cock. She was virtually humming a happy tune as she was sucking him. The obvious enthusiasm that Vickie displayed had an intense erotic effect on Johnny Whitaker. He climaxed very quickly, much quicker than he usually did when receiving a blow job from a partner willing to accept his full load.

Vickie greedily gulped down all the sperm that Johnny could produce. When she released his cock from her mouth she was hyperventilating; she was obviously in the throes of her own orgasm. Johnny was amazed as he certainly could not recall any lover including his wife ever having climaxed when finishing a blow job on him.

As Vickie calmed down from her panting, beaming with a huge satisfied smile, she declared:

"Oh my Johnny that sure was good. Your manly juices sure are tasty. Thank you! Thank you!"

Johnny Whitaker was completely non plussed. Usually he was the one thanking any woman who blew him, but this was the first time any woman thanked him in essence for being allowed to suck his cock, and ingest his semen. Never had he had sex with a woman who took such unbridled joy in the experience as Vickie just exhibited.

He had previously fucked some white women, and his experience with them suggested that invariably their primary motivation in having sex with him could be attributed simply for the novelty of fucking a black man. None of them evidenced any true interest in him or would contemplate any relationship. Johnny suspected that Vickie had no interest in him either, certainly not yet; but he could also tell that the fact he was black was not a factor in her acquiescence to having sex with him. Possibly being partly Hispanic might have something to do with her outlook; nevertheless he appreciated her indifference to his race. Likewise he had to chalk her up as a desirable sex partner regardless of her race. 

Accordingly he reacted to Vickie:

"You really enjoyed swallowing my cum?"

Vickie replied:

"Oh yes I loved it. Gregory, my husband doesn't like me blowing him, and has hardly ever cum in my mouth even though on many occasions I've practically begged him to." 

Johnny was skeptical of such assertion as he could not imagine there would be a straight man alive who would be reticent to receiving fellatio from a woman as sexy as Triple "V". So he could not help uttering:

"My God, what an idiot! He sure is missing out on some great thrills. There's no doubt in my mind that you've just given me the best blow job I've ever enjoyed."

Vickie beamed at the compliment:

"I'm glad you enjoyed it and that I've pleased you. By the way I know I asked you if you're able to fuck me so soon after the blow job, but I also would like it if you could fuck me in the ass as well as my pussy. I pride myself as an acknowledged 'Around the World' champion'.

Bemused, Johnny asked:

"An acknowledged 'Around the World' champion? How can that be if your husband hardly allows you to blow him, and you've always indicated that you've never cheated on him until now? On what basis can you make such a bold claim?" 

With her consumption of alcohol, and in her sexual ecstasy, Vickie was totally uninhibited and was more candid then she normally might have been. So she replied:

"My mother happens to be the owner and manager of a swingers sex club in Texas near Dallas."

Johnny gasped at this bit of information. He had suspected that Vickie was smolderingly sexual. Still given her everyday professional decorum and the prim and proper image that she and her husband projected in Atlanta's high society he could never have imagined such apparent licentious background and upbringing that this fact suggested. 

All he could exclaim was:

"No shit!" 

Vickie continued:

"Oh yes indeedy! The club, which has facilities located at a secluded area in the countryside about an hour's drive from Dallas, provides orgies for its members every weekend. To spice up the entertainment there are occasional sexual games or contests. For my 23rd birthday, and before I had met Gregory, I participated in an orgy whereupon an 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest was conducted.

This competition was between three pairs of women to determine who could perform the most complete 'around the world' sequences within 80 minutes. Since there was a time limit of only five minutes to complete a sex act; each pair of competing women consisted of a 'helper' and a 'captain'. The helper's job was to prepare the next male to be serviced by the captain, to ensure that he would be able to ejaculate within the five minutes time limit. Only the completion of the sex acts by the captain counted to determine the winning pair.

I was the captain of our pair and I was partnered with my mother. We won as I completed the maximum possible of five 'around the worlds'. One pair almost tied us but could not complete the fifth cycle while the other pair could only manage two cycles. And that is why I can truly claim to be an 'Around the World' Champion." 

Johnny, completely fascinated by this revelation, replied:

"My goodness 'Triple V'! Pairing with your own mother for three-way sex! You sure seem to have a past that overshadows and belies your known public persona."

Vickie slyly teased:

"Do you doubt me? Do you think I made up this story?"

"Oh no I believe you, but you got to admit this story is completely at odds with the image you portray to the public. And I would point out that up to now you had refused all my propositions."

While they were talking, Vickie had been continuously and surreptitiously undressing herself so that by this time she was completely naked save for her gold plated body chain belt. Clutching and thereby displaying the belt more prominently she answered:

"See Johnny this chain belt I'm wearing? It's the prize awarded to me for winning the 'Around the World' contest. The hearts on the chain are engraved with the names of the men I fucked and the women I competed against. You will notice one of the men I had fucked was Jed Baxter the wealthy business tycoon of Baxter and Sons from Chicago. One of my female competitors was Charlotte Thornton the Oscar Award winning actress."

By this time Johnny was completely overwhelmed by such information. Curious he asked:

"Wow! That's some list of fuck buddies. What does your husband then think of your colorful past and his mother? For that matter what does he think of your belt?"

Vickie blushed and admitted:

"Gregory is not privy to this aspect of my past life, or my mother's true occupation. Considering his conservative outlook and upbringing I believed that such knowledge would distress him, and so I've kept it from him. As for my belt he hasn't been curious enough to delve in it. He has been satisfied with my explanation that it was a gift from me mother and he did not require me to explain the names inscribed on the various hearts. However, I was at this hotel tonight contemplating changing our marital understandings."

Johnny quick on the uptake observed:

"So this is why I scored tonight when I had previously failed in the past?"

Vickie answered:

"Oh yes you would have succeeded much earlier if I didn't have this foolish hang-up of the necessity of being faithful to my marriage vows. Anyway Johnny, we are straying in our conversation to useless subject matter. I see it is nearing 3 AM and if I'm to understand your previous statement correctly, this is apparently your curfew. Am I then to be denied the opportunity to demonstrate my 'around the world' skills and for you to enjoy the same?"

Johnny was not about to pass up what was promising to be a fantastic sexual adventure with Triple 'V'. Besides the temptation of Vickie's gorgeous naked body was impossible to resist. So he replied:

"The 3 AM time limit was the earliest my wife could expect me home from my poker game, but I've been known to return much later. So I really do have time enough to experience the evidence of your 'around the world' talents. Needless to say my absence from the poker game will now have to be endured longer by my card playing companions."

Vickie purred:

"I guess your poker buddies' loss is my gain. By the way in the orgy competition, the sequence of the around the world cycle was fellatio, sodomy and finally vaginal penetration. I just happen to have a tube of Vaseline in my purse which I'll surely need applied to accommodate your huge dong up my ass."

Johnny started stripping but could not help observe:

"My! My! My Triple 'V'! For a woman who has up to now never thought of cheating on her husband, you seem to come well prepared for an unexpected opportunity for ass fucking."

Vickie replied slyly in her sultriest voice:

"That's what makes me a good lawyer Johnny baby. I anticipate and provide for every conceivable contingency." 

Of course the possibility of having anal sex was not the real reason Vickie had Vaseline in her purse, but she saw no reason to disabuse him of the notion. Actually she applied the Vaseline frequently on her cuticles every day for better looking and softer cuticles. It was a beauty tip recommended to her by Desiree Jefferson, a paralegal, who was Vickie's closest friend at the firm. Vickie dug out the Vaseline from her purse and handed it to Johnny. Then she got onto the bed, on her elbows and knees placed her head on the pillow with her butt sticking up in the air and wiggling in preparation for receiving his cock.

Johnny Whitaker could not help but marvel at what was proving to be the most exciting one night stand in his experience. When previously he had been flirting with Vickie, although sensing she was very sexual, he really did not envision actually succeeding in scoring with her. After all she had a pristine reputation amongst Atlanta's high society and previously her refusals to his overtures appeared to him to be automatic and non negotiable. As she invariably bested him in their professional dealings, to his chagrin, there was no doubting her advocacy skills. To Johnny's mind such professional talent and skills as an attorney was incongruent to her being wantonly sexual.

And yet there she was naked on the hotel bed, wiggling her ass in a blatantly lewd display inviting ravishment. Not only was she unabashedly inviting him to fuck her, but she was inviting anal penetration! What was driving up the excitement for Johnny was the fact that this was uncharted waters for him as all of his previous partners especially his wife had refused sodomy. The size of his cock was a deterrent for them to contemplate this type of sexual activity.

Johnny Whitaker was not about to waste such a golden opportunity. Still in the back of his mind was the notion: that somehow this was not real. Considering the reluctance of all of his previous lovers towards anal sex, and considering that Vickie's husband didn't like blow jobs he would have thought Vickie would not be so casual and apparently eagerly willing to participate in such sophisticated sexual activity; especially considering this was their first sexual encounter with each other.

In fact during their conversation at the bar, Vickie had acknowledged that this was her first time that she was straying from her marriage vows. Given such circumstances he expected that she would be demure, possibly guilt ridden and remorseful. He had anticipated then that given her previous resistance to him he would only enjoy a quickie sexual encounter of perhaps about five minutes duration. He assumed that her conscience would set in and not permit herself to engage in unbridled steamy sex. 




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It dawned on him that contrary to his prior suppositions, Vickie had become the sexual aggressor once she had agreed to have sex with him. Contrary to his previous expectations of a quickie and a subsequent return to the poker game; it would appear that he was going to have a night to remember. Could a subsequent short lived torrid affair be in the offing? Aside from such unnerving speculations, still he just could not shake off the feeling that he was in a dream; not in reality. Snapping out of his reverie, Johnny smeared his cock liberally with the Vaseline. Then he joined Vickie in bed and applied the lubricant in her rectum. Vickie gasped out loud as the soothing balm of the cream to her was exquisite. She could not help but coo:

"Oh Johnny my love! That feels so good and tingly. I can't wait till you shove that monster dick in me. I'm getting goose bumps just thinking of it. Hurry Johnny baby I'm ready for it."

If Johnny Whitaker had any doubt of Vickie's reluctance or feeling any remorse to having sex with him, they were sure wiped out by her display of eagerness and enthusiasm to experience the ensuing sodomy. At this point all sentient thoughts left Johnny. It was as if his brain commanded him to quit analyzing and just enjoy. He situated himself to Vickie's rear to effect penetration. 

As he was guiding his penis towards her rosebud opening, her anus gaped and started an opening-closing sequence resembling a wink. His mind was overwhelmed by such an erotic provocative display. His erection hardened to steel like proportions; beyond anything he had previously experienced. He was so stiff that he was actually feeling pain from it. 

He penetrated and managed to slip his cock into her rear canal about two inches quite easily; that being the extent of his prior lubrication effort. Then he met with friction and resistance; but he continued impaling her at a steady but slow pace. If Vickie was experiencing any pain from this assault in her anal canal she betrayed no sign of it. 

Instead she was grunting and encouraging with these words:

"Oh yes Johnny baby you are filling me up and I love it! My you are so big and I love it! Oh shove that monster in- all the way in. I love it."

In truth Vickie was experiencing an almost unbearable pain but paradoxically she was deriving great pleasure from the pain as well. Because of her upbringing she consistently challenged herself to go further in any endeavor she attempted. Her pleasure emanated from the fact that she was able to tolerate the pain as Johnny by far had the largest cock she had taken up her ass. 

Vickie had a sense that Johnny was not a brutal man and might be reticent to complete the sodomy if he had any idea of the pain she was enduring. To prevent him reaching such a conclusion, and perhaps stopping the sodomy, she was able to consciously grunt audibly to disguise her distress. Such efforts to suppress outbursts of pain caused her to perspire profusely. Sweat formed from her forehead was dripping down her face in rivulets. Her entire body was glistening from her forming body moisture.

Finally Johnny had completely impaled her rectally, as she felt his balls slap against her buttocks. Given the size of his cock and the pressure exerted from it in her, Vickie realized she needed some respite if she were to truly enjoy the subsequent anal sex. 

So she gasped:

"Oh Johnny baby just hold it. Please wait. Don't do anything for the moment. I need to get used to the feel of you inside me. Just let me catch my breath. Just wait before you really fuck me."

Johnny Whitaker had no problem with this request as he welcomed it. He too wanted a respite before commencing to forcibly fucking her. As far as he was concerned he wanted to savor the moment. The feel of his cock in Vickie's ass was a new experience for him, which he did not wish to ever forget. And the sensation of his cock in her was simply exquisite. He was also perspiring but at this moment not as extensively as Vickie. 

After a short interval of total inaction, Vickie had become accustomed to his engorged cock lodged in her rectum. The pain she had been experiencing had totally dissipated and was replaced by a burning pleasure sensation. With the onset of the fiery emotions she was more than prepared to complete the copulation.

With her blood now seemingly on fire, Vickie barked:

"OK Johnny! Start now! Just start fucking me as hard and as fast you want. The harder and faster the better. Just rip my ass apart. I love it."

Johnny Whitaker needed no second invitation. He was all psyched to participate in the ass fucking of his life. His cock in Vickie's rectum was an extremely tight fit. As he had a large penis, invariably as a norm he experienced a tight fit in vaginal intercourse. However the difference was that the vaginas he had penetrated were moist from aroused female juices so that the copulation produced a smooth albeit slippery sensation feeling emanating from his penis. Such copulation induced a warm fuzzy feeling of well being taking hold of his body and mind.

The tight fit in Vickie's rectum on the other hand caused a different reaction. Although Johnny had liberally applied the Vaseline on his cock, he still encountered sharp friction with contact of Vickie's anal canal. The resultant sensation was a raw scraping feeling emanating from his penis which quickly spread to the base of his spine. The ensuing sexual euphoria led to a continuous tingling sensation coursing throughout his bloodstream that momentarily wiped out any sentient thoughts. 

His blank mind blinded his vision so that all his eyes registered were a complete enveloping whiteness. Such empty view gave him the impression that he was floating in the air in a different universe; in a different dimension, and yet he was still aware that he was sodomizing Vickie. 

Johnny had lost any ability of regulating his climax. He could sense the build-up of sperm in his testes; he could feel the pressure filled advancement to ejaculation. But he had no control over it. He could neither speed up his inevitable ejaculation nor suppress it. Thus when he did climax his pleasure senses were confused as the unfolding ecstasy was unexpected. His climax on the hand seemed premature but by the same token it seemed a natural progression. 

In his confused reaction all he could do was to shout out:

"Oh yah! Oh fuck yah! Oh Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Oh shit! Shit!"

He was now sweating from his forehead as profusely as Vickie. And his entire body was also slick with his perspiration. The sensations, euphoria and ecstasy Johnny Whitaker perceived during this sodomy of Vickie was unique and incomparable to any previous sexual experience he had ever enjoyed. After he finished his vocal exclamations, his cock had wilted sufficiently to slip out involuntarily from Vickie's rectum. Once he sensed he had disengaged from her, he collapsed onto his side to the right of her. He started panting as forcibly as if he had just finished a track sprint.

As for Vickie, she reached her orgasm the instant her anal canal was being flooded with his spurting cum. She also cried out her climax drowning out his vocalization; and her uttered noise was inarticulate. When his cock slipped out of her ass, her knees gave out and she collapsed face down on the bed. She was also hyperventilating but more forcibly then Johnny; it was an automatic reaction to calm down from her very intense orgasm.

For Vickie, this sodomy was very memorable for the watershed of emotional insight she gained thereby. For that reason she knew without a doubt that she would always remember this night in all its details for the rest of her life. During the afterglow, she was reflecting the different reaction she had to the just completed sex with Johnny compared to her connubial sexual experience. As a result she was able to pin point the main problem with her marriage, especially as it related to the enjoyment of sex.

Prior to catching Gregory cheating on her that night, Vickie had been more or less satisfied with their sex life, although she sensed in the back of her mind she wanted more. Just before Johnny approached her at the bar, she had reached the conclusion that all she needed for sexual perfection was some indiscriminate extramarital sex to indulge in her fantasies; and of course his adultery now sanctioned such possibilities. But considering the exceptional sex she just had enjoyed with Johnny, she now realized that Gregory's low esteem issues had manifested in their sex life which denied complete and total sexual satisfaction.

In living with Greg, Vickie had become cognizant of the feeling of inadequacy and uncertainty her husband betrayed in their interactions. She could partially relate to his attitude since she herself was deferential to almost everyone she came in contact with. Despite her impressive academic and professional accomplishments, she inwardly as well as outwardly downplayed her skills and talents. She simply attributed her successes as natural consequences of her rigorous and disciplined education she had undergone; and so ergo in her mind nothing remarkable should be made of her triumphs. However Greg's disappointment in himself was well in excess of her own humble tendencies.

Vickie believed that Greg would have had no issues of inadequacy towards her had she been a doctor only or a lawyer without a medical degree. In such cases, in his mind they would be equal professionals which she surmised he could handle. As Vickie continued to read professional medical publications she was able to keep up with him as to medical knowledge. Of course his actual experience as a doctor would now render him farther advanced in the medical field than her, but he seemed to discount such progression.

In their daily conversations, whenever Greg wanted to relate what happened at his work, she was able to understand exactly his anecdotes; there was no mystery in them for her. On the other hand whenever Vickie related her work experiences he invariably missed a lot of the nuances in her stories. He obviously understood all the medical issues incidental to her job but he was at a loss to fathom some of the actions Vickie took in achieving her many professional successes. 

Invariably he had to ask for a more detailed explanation so as to understand better her "shop talk". This disparity in their respective professional awareness was subtly driving a wedge between them. She sensed that he was starting to resent her successes. They seemed to deflate his male ego. This sense of inadequacy made him indecisive and he invariably deferred to her in almost everything.

No matter what lengths Vickie went to try and convince Greg that she loved him unconditionally; no matter how much she tried to reassure him that she fully and genuinely respected his professional achievements, she never could shake him from his poisonous attitude. She had come to believe that this was her cross to bear in an otherwise seemingly perfect marriage.

In contrast, with her professional dealings with Johnny Whitaker, Vickie had the distinct impression that he was not in awe with her or felt intimidated by her. True he knew she had a medical degree so that she would hold an obvious edge of technical knowledge over him. It was clear to her though that he did not view this as an obstacle as he was confident of his own abilities to be able to negate such an advantage when dealing with her.

If one were to keep a scorecard, it would seem that Vickie had bested Johnny in the five lawsuits where they were the principal opposing counsels. In reality though, in three of the cases, settlements were reached which were completely fair to both sides. True the two cases that went to trial were losses for Johnny's clients. In both those cases the Court's judgment awards were substantially less than what Vickie, on behalf of her clients had offered to them for settlement prior to trial.

Johnny knew though, that no fault could be attributed to his representation of his clients. While mutually imbibing in the bar near the courthouse where most lawyers congregated after trial, he confided to Vickie that he had earnestly urged his clients to accept her offer.

He knew he could hardly achieve a better result. His clients though, were influenced by the general public impression that medical malpractice jury awards were akin to lottery winnings. They could not give up the hope of a financial windfall, and so insisted on trial.

Thus personally, between Vickie and Johnny there was a high upmost mutual respect for each other's professional skills. Such respect no doubt fueled the exceptional and sensational sex between them that night. Although Vickie would swear that the sex that night with Johnny was vastly superior to any instance of sex she had ever enjoyed with Greg, she would be at a loss to explain such belief. It was just that Johnny Whitaker was a magnificent lover, but she could not cite any example that would be understandable to an indifferent listener.

Added to Vickie's conundrum, was her belief that she still was wholly in love with Greg. Never mind his cheating; it was of no consequence to her. Never mind her exquisite dalliance with Johnny Whitaker, she did not love Johnny; at least she didn't think so. Yes she loved Greg. She wanted to remain married to him as she could not countenance living with another man.

However despite the fact that her preference was to remain married to Greg, Vickie would no longer tolerate mediocre sex. So she decided that it was on him to improve their connubial sex life. She was prepared to help him become a better lover, but she was no longer going to stress over it. She would now have Johnny Whitaker to fill the gap for her sexual needs. 

Seldom did Vickie in her personal life act abruptly. Now though despite hardly knowing anything about Johnny's intimate personal circumstances, she was certain that this occasion was not going to be a one night stand. She believed that an affair with him was as certain as the fact that the sun was going to rise from the east in the morning. In fact she knew that even if Greg were to become a superior lover, she would maintain her certain affair with Johnny. She also believed that the affair would only end when he tired of her. 

Turning her mind back to the actual sex, Vickie was pleased that she was able to relatively easily accommodate Johnny's monstrous cock in her anal canal. She suspected very few women would have the temerity to even attempt sodomy with him, let alone successfully accomplishing it without uttering anguishing painful exclamations during the act. She realized she took greater pride in this sexual performance than reveling in her professional and academic achievements.

Vickie inwardly giggled at the incongruity of her irreverent thought. In her happy mind she was now anticipating the ultimate sexual satisfaction of accommodating his cock in her pussy. However such gratification was delayed for awhile as she fell asleep and began snoring. She was awakened by the feel of a tongue licking her rosebud opening. As soon as she shook off the effects of her slumber she realized it was Johnny's tongue. Oh heavenly!

Johnny was likewise consumed with various meditations during his afterglow from the sodomy. He was stunned. He believed that he had just experienced the best sex ever in his life. He could not identify the precise point which justified this conclusion, but it developed into an unshakeable belief. Amazingly this conclusion was reached even though he had not yet had vaginal intercourse with Vickie; which from his perspective was the ultimate pleasurable satisfaction in heterosexual activity.

Now Johnny Whitaker was a consummate flirt. He routinely flirted with virtually every female he came in contact with; the exceptions being underage girls and clients. Obviously there were criminal sanctions against dallying with the former and there were professional unpleasant repercussions in fooling with the latter. Actually given the sexual harassment laws, he was somewhat circumspect in flirting at his office, confining himself to those known not to object to his antics. 

Johnny did have a winning personality and a joyful demeanor. As a result seldom did any female complain of Johnny's sexual banter. Even those white women who actually were racists and would never contemplate having sex with a black man did not resent Johnny coming on to them; they simply rebuffed him in the similar pleasant way he had approached them.

Naturally most women did not seriously pay any attention to Johnny's flirtation. Most of them realized he was not really interested in them even had they been willing. However some women he flirted with were desirable, but of course most of them were off limits to him for one reason or another. But on a rare occasion a desirable woman would signal she was available and eventually a tryst was arranged. 

He averaged about three such dalliances per year and most of them were one night stands. On rare occasions he would see a woman twice and once he had three dates with a particularly enticing woman. His style in these flirtatious conquests was so disarming that none of the women made any difficulties when he refused to prolong their acquaintance.

What really dissuaded women from pestering Johnny into a lasting relationship was the fact that he had a high profile marriage of twelve years in duration. His marriage was more publicly known in Atlanta than even that of Vickie and Greg. His wife, retaining her maiden name was Dianne Washington and was a local television celebrity. Not only was she the news anchor of the local news show to one of Atlanta's network television stations, but she had a weekly one hour morning talk show on the station that was broadcast throughout the entire state. Although her show dealt mostly with issues of concern amongst the Black population of Atlanta, Diane's presentation of the shows was so interesting and riveting that it was the highest rated locally produced show in Georgia.

In addition, pursuant to an unprecedented contract concession, the station allowed her to appear frequently on CNN as a paid contributor reporting news of the south. This gave her national recognition and exposure. Unbeknownst to the general public, and almost all industry insiders, she had extracted the concession as a result of being privy to a "swept under the rug" salacious sex scandal involving some executives of both CNN and her station. Diane had played her blackmail cards so subtlety and discreetly that she did not incur the ire of her victims; and as a result her popularity with her viewers was not in jeopardy from them.

Johnny was not living under his wife's shadow though. He was a highly successful attorney earning a substantial income. Because of such professional success, coupled with his undeniable charisma and attractiveness, the Democratic Party had recruited him to enter politics. The wheels were set in motion that he would seek office soon; it was just a question of which position ought he to pursue. He was deciding whether to run for Mayor of Atlanta or an available Congressional District seat or the US Senate seat. He had ruled out running for Governor as too ambitious and premature, or a state legislature seat as not important enough.

His wife, Dianne had reached an agreement with the station management, that to avoid potential conflict of interest charges, she would relinquish her news anchor duties, once Johnny declared his candidacy. Instead the station would expand her successful weekly talk show to a Monday to Friday daily format. Dianne was looking forward to this change as she was secretly hoping she would become known as Atlanta's Oprah Winfrey.

Given their high powered careers and the importance and dedication each attached to them, Johnny and Dianne had come to an unstated but implied agreement within their marriage. Given Johnny's predilection for flirting it was understandable that he would occasionally stray from his marriage vows. Given the nerve wracking stress of Dianne's job and the necessity of lessening the inherent tension thereby, it was understandable that she would occasionally stray as well. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 30



Vickie woke up sporting a lasciviously broad smile. The events subsequent to her discovery of her husband's infidelity certainly were unanticipated, but there was no denying her delight and satisfaction in the experience. She was in a very good mood as she went to have a shower. As she was washing, her mind was racing overtime as to how to confront her husband.

At first blush, she didn't want to end her marriage as there were lots of societal benefits for her which she was loathed to forgo. Although, in the back of her mind, was the realization that if Johnny did want to leave his wife to marry her then she would comply without a moment's hesitation and without any regret. 

However she was cognizant that no matter how hot their sex would become; no matter how much they became enchanted with each other, Johnny was not about to leave his wife. And Vickie was cool with that.

What she knew she now wanted was an apparent visibly happy marriage for public consumption. But her marriage would have to allow her freedom to pursue an all encompassing torrid affair with Johnny Whitaker. Her assumption was that Gregory, having committed adultery first, was in no position to object to her desired indulgences. However if he balked, she knew she was prepared to walk out on the marriage never mind the benefits.

She now acknowledged in her mind that she no longer loved Gregory; or not at least to the extent she had loved him prior to this weekend. It was not because of his infidelity, as she certainly could live with that! No, the problem was that the sex with Johnny Whitaker was vastly superior to the sex she had had with Gregory and she was no longer willing to be satisfied with mediocre sex. Still Vicki wanted to preserve the possibility of occasionally having sex with her husband. After all Johnny would as a matter of course not be available every time she desired really hot sex and on such eventualities she would be willing to resort to him to fulfill her sexual needs. 

Besides she wanted the door left open for her to conceive another child. She preferred that if her son were to have a sib that such sib be a full blooded one.

Vickie realized her desires were essentially selfish and ignoble in the eyes of most, but she could not deny them. Her greatest problem was how to implement them with Greg's complete co-operation. She knew his guilt for his cheating would only get her so far. So she would have to utilize her utmost skills to get the concessions she wanted from Greg. But no matter what, she was determined to establish her affair with Johnny. Gregory would not be able to dissuade her on that point, and as soon as she could convince him of that fact, the easier it would be to secure his acquiescence; or so she hoped.

After Vickie finished her shower she checked her cell phone. Amidst various messages from Greg was a recent urgent text message from her mother which simply said: "Call me ASAP!" Ignoring Greg's missives for now she called her mother:

"Hi Mom. It's me, what's up?"

"Thank God Vickie that you returned my call so soon. John St Clair is dying. He was admitted to the hospital, about a week ago but as the prognosis was not good he insisted on returning to his home to finish out his remaining days. He plans to have a special meeting tomorrow morning at nine and he wants you to be present besides me and others. He wants to wrap up his affairs before he dies and he wants to provide for you." 

Vickie paid no attention to the possibility that she might receive something from John St. Clair's estate upon his apparently impending death. Instead the news that he was dying overwhelmed her.

Kristina continued:

"I'm sorry that I delayed calling you earlier. I was so distraught with my grief that I could not act sooner. Besides I knew you were in DC at the convention and could not have come any sooner anyway. I supervised his transfer from the hospital to his home and I'm keeping a vigil. Now that the convention is over could you please come at once? Will you have any trouble arranging time off from work?"

Vickie could not but help note that her mother did not consider Greg as an impediment for her coming to Dallas. Apparently her mother believed that Vickie's only problem to come on such short notice was getting permission from work. Did her mother sense anything about the state of her marriage? 

Shaking off her reaction, Vickie responded:

"Oh my God Mom! I'm so sorry. I got used to the idea that he was going to live forever. Of course I'll come. I'm sure I can arrange for some time off; after all I am a partner in the firm. I'll get back to you when I've arranged a flight so you can pick me up. By the way I'll be coming from Atlanta as I arrived last night after deciding to skip today's wrap up convention events."

"Thanks Vickie and yes I'll pick you up as soon as you land in Dallas. Just get back to me with flight info."

The news definitely saddened Vickie as John William St Clair was the closest thing she had to a father figure in her life. She knew that he and her mother had been lovers in an unorthodox relationship during the time she was born. Despite her mother being a prostitute, John St Clair held her in high esteem, and Vickie had always hoped that they would marry. But as she got older and understood things better she knew he had a family that precluded such a happy outcome.

Although her paternity was unknown, John St Clair volunteered to fill the gap. In particular he hired and paid for the tutors that home schooled her and provided the superior education that paved the way for her academic successes. Besides that he always remembered Vickie's birthdays and attended her graduation from the University of Texas. He would have been there for her Duke graduation and her civil marriage events but he was held back by a bout of flu at the time.

Consequently, Vickie had a special regard for John William St Clair, and felt justified that it was proper for her to attend his presumed forthcoming funeral. She did not speculate why he wanted to see her the next day but considering his attentions he had devoted to her she was not surprised by his terminal request. One silver lining to the dismal news was the opportunity to postpone her confrontation with Gregory. She realized she was not yet fully prepared for the inevitable unpleasant meeting and welcomed the forced delay.

Following a chosen deliberate path of priority, Vickie first booked a flight leaving Atlanta 12:30 arriving at Dallas at a quarter to two, (Central Time). This was ideal for her purposes as it did not allow her enough time to go home to pack a suitcase and thus she could avoid seeing Greg physically.

She then contacted Andrew Spears, the senior managing partner of Queen and Fish, via his cell phone. Spears was sympathetic and foresaw no difficulty in arranging for a leave of absence despite such short notice. However since Vickie was so important to the firm, he extracted a promise that she check in with the office each business day during her absence so that important matters requiring her input could be dealt with efficiently. Vicki had no problem in complying with such request. 

Vickie then called Kristina back advising of her arrival time in Dallas. She also told her mother that as she was arriving with no luggage. Therefore, she would need to stop at some appropriate stores to acquire a wardrobe to get her through her stay in Dallas and possible funeral. In addition she told Kristina that she needed to acquire an extra cell phone as well. Kristina was not at all curious at the extent of her daughter's requests, and merely confirmed her assent to Vickie's agenda.

And then she had to contact Greg. As she was determined to avoid any unpleasantness she took control of the conversation. As soon as Greg answered she said:

"Greg, I do not wish to talk about last night. It can keep for now. I've just had some dreadful news from my mother. John William St Clair is dying and wants to see me before he dies. You know how I've told you that he was like a father to me while I was growing up so I could hardly refuse such a request. I've already booked a flight to Dallas and as it is departing soon; I'm heading for the airport as soon as I finish talking with you."

Greg interrupted:

"But Vickie you left your suitcase that you had taken to Washington. You cannot have any clothes with you."

Vickie couldn't hide her sarcasm as she replied:

"True Greg very perceptive of you. I'll buy some clothes in Dallas. A woman can never have enough clothes. I'm sure Tameka (the nanny) can handle Junior while I'm gone."

"So how long will you be gone?"

"At least one week probably two weeks depending on how long John lives. I'll keep you advised."

"What about your work?"

Sensing that Greg might have hurt feelings if she advised him that she had already made such arrangements before contacting him, she decided to tell a white lie. So she replied:

"Oh I'm sure I can make proper arrangements at the office. Luckily I have no court appearances in the next two weeks in any case. I got to go Greg to catch the plane. So bye for now."

Greg sheepishly answered:

"OK Vickie. I'll miss you. Say hello to your mother for me. Please hurry back. You know that two weeks from now is Mothers Day and I have formulated special plans."

Resisting the temptation to uttering a further sarcastic bard, Vickie merely concluded:

"Sure Greg. I'll try and be back by then; I'll keep in touch." 

Vickie then got to the airport in her car and parked it in the long term parking facility. When Vickie arrived in Dallas, with her mother tagging along, she immediately went shopping for clothes, and a special cell phone. During their shopping spree, Vickie bought enough clothes to see her through a few days plus purchasing appropriate attire for a funeral. If her stay would last longer she knew she could do additional shopping if necessary. Her main desired purchase was to obtain a cell phone with which to contact Johnny Whitaker at her soonest opportunity. She took great care in purchasing this item as she had special requirements. 

Once the shopping was over, they decided to have dinner at an upscale toney restaurant. During their conversation, Kristina startled Vickie by revealing quite a bit of information she had withheld from her, apparently for several years. Kristina and John St Clair had become steady lovers again. They started having frequent sex again about six years previously and had developed a serious committed relationship eight months ago upon the death of John's wife.

Kristina, now sixty years old, had aged slightly so that she still retained much of her youthful beauty. Most would take her to be a woman in her early to mid forties, and would be shocked to learn of her actual age. Vickie knew her mother was still very sexually active and had no problem in enticing younger good looking studs to her bed. On the other hand, although John was not decrepit still he looked his age of eighty-eight years. 

Thus Vickie could not help but exclaim:

"Oh my God, Mom! Really Mother! You haven't breathed a word about this before. And you have been fucking John for six years? Isn't he like ninety years old? Can you really get sexual pleasure from such an old man?"

Kristina retorted:

"Ha! Spoken with the prejudices of an all knowing youth who thinks there's no worthwhile sex after forty."

"You know Mom that I'm almost thirty years old, and I'm sure as hell counting on lots of years of sex still to enjoy; even decades of sex. But you got to admit when one is ninety years old that sex usually is no longer a prime concern in one's daily activity."

"John is eighty-eight not yet ninety."

Vickie snorted and replied:

"Oh pardon me as if two years at that age makes a significant difference. Surely you are not trying to convince me that John is your most vigorous and satisfying lover. I know for a fact that you have sex partners more than thirty years younger than you and who are satisfied and pleased to have you."

Kristina replied in earnest as Vickie had struck a sensitive chord with that observation:

"Well my darling daughter you ought to know that the brain is the most powerful sexual organ. For a truly satisfying sexual intercourse your brain must be engaged or the sex will be mediocre even if you do experience an orgasm."

Vickie simply agreed:

"Yes I've heard that adage, but still a vigorous young body goes a long way to assist the brain to enjoy the pleasures of sex."

Without commenting on Vickie's interruption, Kristina continued:

"Take masturbation as an example of what I mean. You know that you can achieve an orgasm from masturbating; in fact that is the prime reason for indulging in the activity, in the first place. You have to utilize your brain to conjure up the fantasy and it's your imagination that will drive you over the edge to climax. However your brain is very cognizant that your imagination is just pretend and that you are not actually enjoying a partner in the activity. Thus although the resulting orgasm satisfies the physical itch for sexual pleasure, it can never equal the total pleasure a satisfactory partner can provide."

Vickie protested:

"Please Mom; I'm a big girl now who surely does not need a lesson on masturbation."

Kristina ignored Vickie's protest as she said:

"Bear with me, my child..."

Vickie rolled her eyes and snorted at the obvious sarcastic rejoinder, as Kristina continued:

"The importance of the brain in sex is the key to understanding how I can so thoroughly enjoy sex with John even though he is so old. It's best I now reveal my whole history with him, some of which I've kept from you. I've told you before that when I was in my twenties and early thirties, John and I had a special sexual relationship despite my occupation as the madam of my own brothel. As I was a prostitute, I knew that the clients I serviced had no respect for what I did even though they enjoyed my favors. And that meant they had no respect for me as a person.

"But John was different. Yes he came to my brothel as a customer, but both of us could sense the chemistry between us right from our initial sexual experience. Once we got to know each other better, and he learned of the circumstances of how I became a prostitute, he realized that my becoming a whore was beyond my control or choice. Thus any disdain he might have felt about me disappeared forever. I believe that he viewed my job as a prostitute was just that, a job. I had the impression that his view of me would have been the same had I been say a waitress.

"John was not jealous of the countless men I fucked. He chalked it up as just part of my job; something incidental in my line of work just as restaurant diners would be to an actual waitress. In both such cases the customers as a matter of course appears in one's life but have no true relevance in the personal life. So as he got to know me better, I could sense he was truly falling in love with me. Actual romantic love! I was special in his life! Me who started out in life as a 13 year old hooker turning tricks for a dollar. I was naturally truly very grateful."

At this point Vickie had to interrupt. She naturally loved Kristina, of course, but she knew at times she had felt ashamed of her. And always when she felt such disdain, Vickie became ashamed of her own feelings. She especially felt ashamed, that she had forced her mother to pretend to be something she was not for the benefit of not disturbing the sensibilities of her husband and his family. Vickie knew she had no right to judge her mother, as she believed that she, herself, would not have survived as well had she been in her mother's shoes.

So Vickie said:

"Stop it Mom. Don't be so hard on yourself. You were forced into prostitution when you were still a child for God's sakes. And as you got older you found yourself virtually a prisoner in the sex industry. Life sure handed you a bunch of lemons; but not only did you make lemonade; you also made lemon meringue pies. You're an outstandingly meritorious woman, and there's no gallantry on the part of John St Clair to recognize your attributes. He just wasn't blind like the rest of the men you had encountered; that he fell in love with you was no miracle."

Kristina smiled at her daughter's vigorous defense and continued:

"Be that as it may Vickie; the point is that I was in love with him. The only time in my life I had a man to honestly love like any other women who truly has a man to love."

Although Vickie at this precise moment was at best ambivalent about her feelings towards her husband, she had at least enjoyed a passion and love for him which was returned in kind. Hearing these words made Vickie realize the normality in her life which her mother had been deprived of, when she was forced into prostitution. 

So she said:

"Oh Mom! I didn't mean to say John's love for you was meaningless and not genuine. He obviously loved you enough to be your business partner in a business completely unrelated to the source of his wealth. He loved you enough to provide for my education which I'm sure he was in no way obligated to."

Kristina replied:

"Yes, I know he loved me and I loved him but I think there was an impasse that doomed our love from achieving ultimate happiness. I have thought long and hard about it and I've come to the conclusion that we both allowed our actual circumstances to overwhelm us.

"You see John was already fifty-one years old when we first met. Although he naturally did not consider his life over, still he had by this time achieved his normal lifelong goals of marriage, children and securing substantial wealth. So when he came to my brothel and had sex with me, his only expectation was to experience transient pleasure. I in turn looked upon him as just another client albeit a most satisfactory one.

"But as I said there was chemistry between us right from the start. After trying some of my girls he settled in fucking me exclusively. Since I charged 33% more than the other girls and because of my Madam duties made me unavailable before 2 AM, I seldom had other male customers. And so we fell in love. 

"I felt it to be a true romantic love and I was never happier. The culmination of our love was when John took me to Europe for a one week vacation; three days in Paris and four days in Venice."

Vickie truly astonished, exclaimed:

"My God Mom you've never told me this before. Your relationship with John St Clair was much more than you've previously let on. I now understand better his generosity in financing my special private education. But why have you kept it a secret from me?"

Kristina replied:

"It's not that I've deliberately kept my past life secret from you. It's just that you were not curious to learn more about me. So I did not volunteer information which you did not seek, and which I presumed you did not want to know. I am sensitive to the probability that no child could be proud to have a whore for a mother." 

At his point Vickie turned a bright beet red as she felt total shame in the justification of her mother's disguised mild admonishment. 

She replied:

"Oh Mom! I'm so sorry! I'm truly sorry for being such a brat! I honestly do admire you. And of course I love you unconditionally. I just wish I had the strength of character not to sugarcoat your past in order to secure Gregory for a husband. If he could not have accepted your past then he would not have been worth my while to marry."

Kristina protested Vickie's remorse:

"Oh Vickie to borrow your words, don't be so hard on yourself. What decent man would want a mother who was a former professional prostitute and currently the owner of a swingers' sex club? No I don't blame you at all for your prudence in the way you introduced me to your husband and his family."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 30



Vickie replied:

"We can talk about that later, but now I'm curious. I've always wondered at your explanation of my birth. I always believed that your sole stated desire to become a mother was a bit whimsical. And the story that to get pregnant you just refrained from birth control while having sex as a prostitute just seems now to be too farfetched. So tell me the truth is John St Clair my natural father? It seems much more plausible considering what you've just told me about your European vacation. And why did the two of you keep this fact from me? Obviously with him dying I want to know."

Kristina took a deep breath before she replied:

"No Vickie. The circumstances of your birth were exactly how I've always related to you. When I decided to try to get pregnant, I did relinquish my Madam chores to my assistant and I worked as one of the girls in the brothel. When my pregnancy was confirmed, my gynecologist estimated the dates when I might have conceived. During those dates I had had sex with at least one hundred different men so that the identity of your biological father would be virtually impossible to ascertain.

"My desire to get pregnant though was not whimsical. That European vacation was definitely the catalyst for my wishes. During that vacation was the only time in my life when I was treated like a normal woman. Those that served us might have suspected, given our obvious age difference that I was John's mistress. However Europeans especially the French and the Italians have no hang ups in such relationships. Consequently I was always treated courteously without any hint of disdain; and I flourished in such atmosphere.

"When I got back to Austin, my desire to be a normal woman became overwhelming, but I knew practically speaking it was out of reach for me. Still God had made me female with an obvious purpose to give birth so that was my opportunity to at least experience some normalcy in my life. Besides I fervently believed that any child I might conceive would still love me for my existence despite perhaps being ashamed of me. 

"And I knew I craved such love. And Vickie you did turn out to be the real joy of my life as I had envisioned and hoped for. And now I even have a grandson which is the ultimate in normalcy."

Vickie winced at such sentiments as it again emphasized her cowardice for not telling the truth about her mother to Gregory. Still she was curious about one aspect of Kristina's recital so she asked:

"Well OK Mom, I can understand your decision to get pregnant. But still I don't understand why you went about it the way you did. Why didn't you just ask John St Clair to impregnate you? Did he refuse notwithstanding his love and respect he apparently had for you?"

"To be fair to him, when John realized that I was serious and determined to become pregnant, he did indeed offer to be the father and provide generous child support. But for obvious reasons I declined."

Vickie was suddenly cognizant that she would have been pleased to have had John William St Clair as her natural actual father. So she asked:

"But why Mom? What obvious reasons? I can't think of any."

"Well Vickie I might have been wrong, but I believed that the child I would have would have a tough enough cross to bear in life knowing that I was a whore. If I allowed John St Clair to be my sole lover and thus without question being your father, it follows you would have looked up to him and admired him. But he had three children, all adults when you were born, who undoubtedly would not have accepted you as a half-sibling. And John had to concede that his children certainly would not have wanted anything to do with my child. 

"It seemed to me that it would be too cruel for you to go through life with a mother for a whore and the respected members of your father's family would have nothing to do with you and feel nothing but contempt for you. So I believed it would be best if your biological father would remain unknown. Mind you had I known in advance that John's children would all be dead by the time you were ten years old, I might have reconsidered such position but then you might have been different." 

Vickie hesitated and considered her mother's words. Finally she replied:

"I'm not sure that you were completely correct in your assessment, but I can't argue against your rationale as it does seem very reasonable. Certainly when I was mature enough, and understood how I was born, I recognized that it would be useless to search for my sire even if success was possible. I knew enough that my existence would not be welcome news to my sire and his family. So I learned not to regret the absence of a father in my life."

Kristina wanly smiled and replied:

"For what it's worth, I charged rather high fees for my services and so whoever did sire you had to have been a substantial man; not a loser. Any of your obvious intelligence that was inherited must be partly attributed to your paternal genes."

Vickie smiled back in return:

"I suppose that must be true, although you're the shrewdest woman I know so that I must have inherited some of your IQ genes as well. Anyway, I know your sexual relationship with John ended after I was born. Was it because he was not my father? I know quite a lot of men can't deal with a woman who has children or a child born from another man. Mind you I find it odd that he did stick around and paid for my formative education."

Kristina replied:

"For the record, John William St Clair was one of the hundred or so men whom I had sex with during the period of your conception; and so he could very well be your biological father. I refused to allow him to undergo a blood or DNA test to ascertain whether he was your sire for the reasons I've already stated. Perhaps it was unfair to you but I believe I acted in your best interests."

Vickie sighed:

"I don't know if I totally agree with you Mom, but what's done is done. In any case he certainly has acted like my father, paying for my education, remembering my birthdays and attending my graduation from the University of Texas. Since he wasn't going to marry you, I believe he wouldn't have acted any differently if it were known he was truly my biological father. Was the possibility that I was his flesh and blood his motive for taking such interest in me?" 

Kristina answered:

"Possibly, but it certainly was not the prime reason, since the odds are long against that he is your actual sire. His stated motive was that he believed that every child is entitled both morally and legally to at least monetary support from his or her father. Since your biological father is indeterminate and that there is a faint possibility that he is the actual father, he felt it was his duty to represent the man obliged to provide some support for your welfare."

Vickie interjected:

"I don't know Mom, but that explanation doesn't seem to ring true."

Kristina opined:

"Yes I think that reason is what he used to justify his decision. How he reached this decision is more complex. I believe that he was romantically in love with me and had the masculine pride of protecting and providing for his woman. However there is no denying frequency of sex between us started to diminish and by the time you were five or six we ceased having sex altogether."

Vickie observed:

"And yet he still remained with you as the two of you became business partners in establishing and running the Texas Love Ranch." 

Kristina sighed and said:

"Yes this is where each of us blew it. He was in love with me but not strong enough to leave his wife and make an honest woman out of me. I on the other hand did not help matters by insisting on charging him my prostitute fees whenever we had sex. Looking back on it now I see that I was cutting my nose to spite my face."

"What do you mean Mom?"

"I know now that my desire at the time was that John would leave his wife and take you and me in. I would thereby finally escape prostitution and its humiliating lifestyle. I would become a normal woman with a man to love and a child to raise. I craved that more than anything else I ever wanted. But I believed I had no right to demand it of him.

"I think I charged the fees in retaliation of his inaction. Of course the effect of my insisting on my fees made him believe he no longer mattered in my life; that you were all I needed. That notion thus removed any incentive for him to leave his wife as he no longer believed I wanted him. Of course the exact opposite was the truth."

Now it was Vickie's turn to sigh as she opined:

"Sounds like a huge case of should'ves, would'ves, could'ves and might have beens. Now, though, you say you are with him but he is now dying. I guess I can understand that whatever sex you have had with him recently has to have been something special. So how did the two of you get back together sexually after so many years and why had you not told me of this before?"

"To answer the second question first, I would say that this time around with John has been something truly special that I was not inclined to share the news with you yet. I was just enjoying and savoring this time which unhappily is coming to a too quick end. As for the first question, I have to thank the Minnesota Enchantress for making it possible for John and I to reunite sexually," 

Vickie was surprised and gasped:

"Chloe Hamilton? You're kidding? What does she have to do with it? How does she enter the picture?"

"When John and I stopped having sex a few years after you were born, he stopped having sex altogether. He just had no interest in fucking his wife as they had stopped having sex about the time he first met me; besides she had become a recluse and an invalid upon the death of their children. He admitted that our sex had spoiled him from trying to find a sexual partner to substitute for me. I can tell you honey I was flattered to hear that."

Vickie said:

"So in other words, although you two were not having sex, he was still in love with you."

Kristina reacted:

"It would appear so and I probably remained in love with him as well, although I tried not to think of that consciously. It just hurt too much to think I had a man I truly esteem and love but I could not have him. And so he was celibate for some fifteen years."

Vickie asked:

"So again how does Chloe Hamilton figure in on this?"

Ktistina continued:

"Although John was not having sex and probably had succumbed to a low libido, he still experienced some desire for sexual activity. For relief he got into the habit of coming occasionally to an orgy to witness the sex. He told me that this was more satisfying than watching pornography. As he reasoned the participants in pornography are paid sex workers, so that no matter how good their acting abilities it is self evident the passions displayed are not genuine. Whereas the members participating in the orgies at our club, have unbridled, joyous and enthusiastic sex. And watching them cavort gave John sufficient pleasure to take the edge off his sexual frustrations."

Vickie observed:

"Now that you mention it, I do remember occasionally seeing John at some of the orgies that I worked as staff. He was naked like the other members but of course he did not participate. I'd always wondered about that and meant to ask him but I never found the opportunity to do so. Of course I wasn't all that curious"

Kristina continued:

"Yes, he was naked so that the participating members would not mistake him for staff and place an order with him. Of course no participating orgy member had the inclination to having sex with him; and so he was free to indulge in his voyeurism without any hassle. That is until Chloe Hamilton or Anderson as she was then not married, came along. When she attended her very first orgy, she spotted John innocently seated on a patio lounge chair and insisted on having sex with him."

Vickie couldn't help but gasp and exclaim:

"No shit! Really? My God why? She's even younger than me. Never mind the fact that I look up to Mr. St Clair as a father figure, still all things being equal it would never dawn on me to desire to fuck him." 

Kristina replied:

"Well I guess our Ms Chloe is not as fastidious as you. John actually asked her why she wanted to fuck him, considering all the young virile studs available at the orgy."

"And what did she say?"

"She replied that as far as she was concerned the appeal of an orgy is the variety of sex that it affords. And to have sex with an eighty-one year old while she was only nineteen was as varied as it gets. So she was not about to miss out on the opportunity."

Vickie laughed as she replied:

"That sure sounds like Chloe all right. I do admire her. She's got to be the most outrageously sexual woman I know. And I take it then that John was able to and did fuck her?"

"Oh yes! And so John William St Clair enjoyed his first vaginally penetrated climax in fifteen years. John proudly told me that Chloe thanked him for fucking her and assured him that she had experienced a delicious orgasm. As Chloe put it John's fucking made her scream."

Vickie mocked:

"Hmmm! I guess I'll have to wave the white flag and find my own octogenarian to fuck. It seems like I've been missing out on a thrill."

Kristina ignoring Vickie's sarcasm continued:

"That revived John's libido, and when Chloe got married at the special wedding/orgy ceremony at the Ranch; he happily participated in the Messalina's Challenge partnered with me. And he did his part so that both Charlotte and Scarlett were able to score successful sex act completions with him. Incidentally, speaking of Scarlett, since you've been living in Atlanta do you ever run into her at all?"

Vickie finding the question a bit of a non sequitur nevertheless replied:

"We frequent different social circles but I had lunch with her once upon her invitation. She just wanted to make sure that her membership and participation at the TLR would not be exposed by my presence in Atlanta. Apparently all of her friends, relatives and acquaintances have no idea of her secret sex life. I was able to assure her that since I haven't revealed my connection to the TLR to my own husband her secret is safe with me. However I have heard from the rumor mills that her long time husband had recently left her and no one apparently knows why. Naturally I assume maybe that her husband did not know of Scarlett's sexual predilections and once discovering same could not stomach it."

Kristina only commented:

"Hmm curious. Yes I have heard of Scarlett's separation and that is way I asked if you had contact with her. I think you're probably right in your assumption as she was always close-mouthed about her personal life when at the orgies." 

Vickie then steered the conversation back to the gist of their conversation:

"Anyway back to what we were talking about, I take it that the Messalina's Challenge contest was the start of your renewed sex life with John."

Kristina answered:

"That's true. We periodically had sex while his wife was living and I moved in with him after she died last September. I was able to conduct TLR business from his home and I just went to the Ranch on weekends to supervise the orgies. The past six months has been heaven on earth for me. John is a truly estimable man and he loves me. He truly loves me and the sex is great because I was being fucked by a man who loves me, truly loves me, warts and all; and whom I love just as well."

"Wow and you did not breathe a word to me of this new twist in your life."

"I was planning to finally confide in you on my next visit to Atlanta, but fate has intervened. My total uninhibited happiness was short lived. He was rushed to hospital last Sunday complaining about chest pains. After tests, it was discovered he did not have a heart attack but had cancer of the heart, a very rare form of cancer. Apparently the cancer had spread so fast that nothing could be done for him in time. He only has days to live and so I took him to his home upon his request."

At this point Kristina broke down in tears. Vickie comforted her as best she could. Once Kristina regained her equilibrium, she told Vickie in detail of St Clair's plans for his remaining days and his agenda for the next day, Monday, a morning meeting. Vickie, astonished by St Clair's intentions, agreed to accede to his wishes and consented to execute necessary legal documents. The ensuing conversation was so consumed by the impending death that Vickie did not have a chance to tell her mother of the encounter with Johnny Whitaker and explore her ambivalent feelings of her marriage. 

As John William St Clair lay in his bed in the last stages of his life awaiting the eventuality of his death, he could not help but contemplate all the ironies in his life. His father and both his grandfathers had died from heart diseases while each was in their forties. Consequently, even though he was not plagued with heart issues, as soon as he turned forty, his wife and his children constantly reacted to him with the expectation that he was going to keel over at any moment. His wife went so far as to check his pulse whenever they slept together and she woke up before him in the morning.

This belief of his certain eminent death was so ingrained in the minds of his children and wife, that it did not abate even when he reached fifty years of age. As he continued to live on, the belief that he was on death's doorstep grew stronger not weaker even though he still had yet to experience any heart health problems.

This apprehension of sudden death manifested particularly whenever any of his children asked for money. If John balked at the request the standard come back line was 'Gee Dad what's the point? If you were to die tomorrow I would inherit, much more than what I'm asking and you know you can't take it with you.' Invariably this was said with the intimation that it was a fifty-fifty proposition that he would indeed die the next day.

The irony of his children's morbid viewpoint was that they had all predeceased him; in fact by now they had all been dead at least twenty years. His oldest son died at age of 35 in San Francisco. He was gay and was a victim of the '80s HIV/AIDS epidemic. His other son was an Army officer having graduated from West Point. He was killed during the Desert Storm conflict; a casualty of an Iraqi air missile strike. 

His daughter and youngest child died a year later during her honeymoon in Bermuda. She accidently fell off the pleasure boat she was cruising in and drowned in the deep waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Her newlywed husband seeing her fall overboard, jumped in after her in a noble attempt to save her. Unfortunately not being a good swimmer, he drowned as well. It turned out that alcohol consumption was a major factor in the cause of their mutual deaths. 

That first death devastated John and it was shortly thereafter he ceased having sex with Kristina and in fact he became celibate. The subsequent deaths numbed him so that in essence he was just marking time during his everyday living. He felt the irony that with his children dead he now adopted their attitude that his death was likely to occur momentarily.

His first wife, the mother of his oldest child, died within one year after the death of her son, from a heart attack. There was no doubt the early death of her son was a contributing factor to her heart disease. His second wife was also adversely affected by the death of their two children. She was so inconsolable that although only fifty-eight years of age she became bed-ridden and housebound; remaining so for twenty years until her own death the past September from pneumonia.

The melancholy and tedium of his life was only relieved by his continued association with Kristina and her daughter Vickie. He had believed that prior to the birth of Vickie he was the most important and only true love in Kristina's life. But once Vickie was born he persuaded himself to believe he no longer mattered to her.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 30



And so he ceased having sex with her, but he stayed with her. He and Kristina formed a strong business partnership as they set up the Texas Love Ranch. In his business dealings he was able to steer her into some very profitable investments. With his advice and by her own business acumen she began to accumulate serious wealth. 

So successful was she that by the time she was forty, they both believed that she was the wealthiest woman in the United States who was completely unknown to the general public. Of course Kristina would sardonically point out, that if there was another woman wealthier than her and also completely unknown to the public, it follows that they would not know of her; but nevertheless they were fairly certain of the accuracy of their assumption. John made good on his promise to Kristina that he would finance Vickie's homeschooling education. Since at the time he was the State Senator in charge of overseeing the education system in Texas, he had contacts to the best tutors available. In conjunction with the tutors he hired, he planned the most rigorous and substantive formative education curriculum which was superior to even that of the finest private schools. As a result when Vickie turned 16, her acquired academic knowledge easily allowed her to gain admission to the University of Texas at such a young age.

As his wife had confined herself to bed having contact only with her caregiver, John William St Clair led a rather singular life. Hence, the major happiness he now enjoyed in life was to be merely in the company of Kristina. That all changed when he had sex with Chloe Anderson (her maiden name) at the latter's first attendance at a Texas Love Ranch orgy. John acquitted himself adequately for a man of 81 years of age but admittedly Chloe was the kind of woman who could make any man excel in sex.

That sexual episode restored John William St Clair's libido and he had no apprehension in participating in Messalina's Challenge at Chloe's wedding celebration. As he was partnered with Kristina it was natural that it rekindled their original passion. Despite their respective ages their new affair was just as hot and passionate as ever. Both John and Kristina reveled in their new found love and they were as happy as any young lovers could be upon experiencing their first passionate sex.

John was sensitive to the fact that his wife was alive, and so their affair was not conducted openly and blatantly. However' once his wife did die, Kristina moved in, and their affair became known amongst the high society in Dallas as well as amongst his friends and acquaintances. He was intending to marry Kristina after the expiration of a decent mourning period. As he was a highly visible personality in Dallas, and for that matter in the entire state, he did not wish to inspire vicious public gossip and speculation to detract from his happiness. He was of the opinion that after a suitable time after the death of his wife, his subsequent marriage to Kristina would not raise any eyebrows.

Naturally the onset of his illness upset such plans. And his eminent death was the final irony of his life. Just as his children and wife had anticipated that his heart would give out, their premonition partly finally came through. But he was not succumbing to normal heart failure. Instead he had contracted an extremely rare form of cancer; i.e. of the heart. Tumors in the heart are rarely malignant so that there are very few instances of cancerous tumors developing in the heart. 

Actually his doctors had been aware of the presence in his heart of many benign tumors throughout the past several years. Such fact did not seem alarming so his doctors were not overly concerned. Unfortunately for John these tumors literally overnight became malignant and John had no chance. The normal treatment to fight cancer such as surgery, radiation and/or chemotherapy did not avail for John especially considering his age. Each of such treatments would surely stop his heart before the cancer would kill him.

On the one hand John was cognizant that he was not justified in complaining of the onset of his disease and the certainty of his death. After all he was much older than even the current relatively high life expectancy age, and he had survived his entire immediate family. Still he could not help but regret that the budding happiest period of his love and sex life was coming to such a quick end. 

However John was a pragmatic man who would not tolerate wallowing in self-pity. Instead he demanded and constantly received from his doctors the best effective pain relief medication. He was easily able to overcome the normal reluctance of oncologists to prescribe frequent powerful pain medication for fear of addiction. As John pointed out that since his prognosis was that death would overcome him within a matter of days, it follows that addiction to the pain medication would not manifest in him until many days after his death. Besides he needed a clear head to settle his affairs, and so his doctors relented to his logic. 

Seeing no advantage in dying in the hospital, he insisted on returning to his bedroom in his own mansion to wait out his last days. He enlisted Kristina to set in motion all the things he wanted accomplished before he died, and she efficiently complied. Thus the Monday morning meeting in his bedroom was the occasion for John to put the finishing touches of his life. And to make the meeting proceed smoothly, he had Kristina explain what he intended to all the participants prior to the meeting.

In addition to Kristina and Vickie, there were several people present at the meeting. Included was Dr. Wagner, John's primary physician and Susan Lewis, a nurse, both to monitor him and render any medical assistance as might be required during the meeting. Also present were Don DeGurse, a reporter from the Dallas Morning News, Bishop Jones, the Episcopal Church Bishop who had married Randy and Chloe at the TLR some seven years previously, Todd Brannigan a TLR cameraman and Karen Schlagel, John's estate attorney. Finally Vera Starikovich, John's personal accountant for the past six years had also been summoned to the meeting. She had in fact just arrived directly from the airport as she was asked to come without warning only the previous evening. As John St Clair was a very important client, Vera did not hesitate to comply with the sudden request to come to Dallas.

All of them formed a convenient semi-circle surrounding his bed prepared to do John's bidding. Upon John's signal, Todd started his camera to record the meeting visually and verbally. John looking directly into the camera started speaking. He first introduced every person present and then started:

"I am holding up a copy of today's Dallas Morning News to indicate the date. I am at present alive and of sound mind which my doctor and my attorney here will now attest to. I am advised that I will likely be dead within a few days, so this video is being made under my instructions to ensure my last wishes are carried out, and that there is no mistake as to the nature of my said wishes. My physician Dr Leonard Wagner and my attorney Karen Schlagel will now confirm my condition." 

Brannigan, the cameraman, then focused on recording Dr Wagner and the latter said:

"I'm Dr Leonard Wagner in charge of John William St Clair's care. I would confirm his assessment that his condition is terminal from the cancer in his heart and there is no cure available. He has received enough pain medication to provide him comfort as well as to allow him to speak lucidly. I would confirm his mind is sound and unaffected by his disease."

The camera then panned to Karen Schlagel who said:

"I am Karen Schlagel, Mr. St Clair's attorney. He has instructed me to draft his Last Will and Testament which he intends to execute during this meeting. In my professional opinion Mr. St Clair was lucid and clear headed when giving out his instructions. He also explained to me his motivation in giving his instructions, which I found reasonable and rationale. As he intends to explain himself, the viewers of this video can adjudge for themselves." 

Brannigan then panned his camera back to John who was sitting up straight to lend credence to his claim of lucidity. John then resumed:

"Members of my immediate family have all predeceased me and in addition there is no one of my extended family alive either. As far as I am aware my closest relatives by blood or marriage are third cousins separated from me by four degrees according to the table of consanguinity. I have never met in my life any of such relatives nor have I had any real knowledge of them; and yet I'm advised that they would be my heirs were I to die intestate."

Some present might have been surprised at the easy use of the legal jargon by St Clair in his speech. He had attained a law degree but had never practiced; actually he didn't even try to pass the bar admission exams. Instead he concentrated on maintaining and augmenting his family fortune in addition to pursuing a political career as a Texas State Senator. As a result he was comfortable in his declaration and was certain of the issues he wanted to address.

And so he continued:

"I had been a little lackadaisical since the death of my second wife, this past September. I did not concern myself with the fact that upon her death my current Will no longer dealt with the bulk or residue of my estate and it was as if I had no executed Will. However, a little over a week ago, I was hospitalized and my eminent death was diagnosed. I resolved, then, to make my last Will and Testament to overcome the undesirable consequences of intestacy.

"The two persons I wish to inherit the bulk of my estate are Kristina Vargas and her daughter Victoria Patterson, née Vargas."

John had decided to refer to Vickie by her formal names with the view to instill an image of his solemn consideration in naming his heirs. He wanted to ensure that subsequent viewers of the recorded video would not believe his decisions to be capricious. 

He continued: 

"I have known Kristina for some thirty-seven years and we have been business partners sharing various investment holdings and business enterprises. In addition we have had an intimate sexual relationship off and on throughout the years. Upon my second wife's death, Kristina has moved into my residence. As a result our relationship was no longer clandestine amongst those who closely know me. 

"As for Victoria I've known her since birth; in fact I was present at her birth to offer moral support and comfort. As Kristina was and is unable to declare with certainty Victoria's paternity, I took it upon myself to provide some child support which I felt Victoria was entitled to from a father. This support took in the form of providing private tutoring for her primary and secondary education in lieu of public or private school participation and attendance. I also assisted in her college education expenses. But with her scholarships and her mother's contributions, such assistance was not very hard on my pocket book."

An outburst of laughter accompanied those words as St Clair continued:

"I am pleased to inform that Victoria was a serious pupil who was able to take full advantage of her unique education. Consequently, she was able to gain admission to the University of Texas when she was only sixteen years of age and went on to Duke University to earn post graduate degrees both in medicine and. She is now the premier medical malpractice attorney and partner of one of Atlanta's largest and finest law firm. I am proud to be able to name Victoria as a major and worthy beneficiary to my estate."

Vickie blushed at these words as she usually was humble about her accomplishments and was not prone to 'toot her own horn'. Vickie also had tears in her eyes as she was overwhelmed by John St Clair's graciousness and generosity. 

John continued:

"In light of my relatively substantial net worth and wealth, I am apprehensive that some of my blood relatives may be emboldened to contest my Will. Notwithstanding the obvious fact that I still possess a sound and lucid mind that can rationally instruct my attorney, they may think there is no risk in attempting to pry something out of my estate.

"To make their claim even less tenable I have proposed an offer of marriage to Kristina Vargas and she has accepted. Thus Bishop Jones is present to officiate the wedding as soon as I'm done talking. I apologize if listening to me has become tedious to those present here, but I trust they appreciate the necessity."

Everyone again laughed joyously at John's wit. The atmosphere in the room had been somber at first, but was now lifted to a festive mood by John's visible acceptance of his death and his plans to benefit Kristina and Vickie. 

John continued:

"I understand that Bishop Jones has completed the details necessary to produce a legally binding marriage in accordance with the laws of Texas and in the eyes of God. After the wedding ceremony is completed, the necessary marriage documents will be executed so that Kristina will become my widow when I die. Surely such status would strengthen her claim as my heir. I have instructed Ms Schlagel, that should anyone contest my Will to apply to Probate Court a denial of legal fees from my estate to such litigants."

Everyone in the room spontaneously applauded John as they approved of his forcefulness. They were naturally sympathetic to the notion that reasonable requests by a dying man should be honored. 

John continued:

"I am also pleased to announce that at this moment and hence forward, Victoria Veronica Patterson, née Vargas, is my legally adopted daughter. I signed the petition for adoption last night in conjunction with Victoria signing the petition consenting to the adoption. I congratulate Ms Schlagel for promptly acting upon the petition and supporting documents to obtain an official and authentic Court Order this morning to effect the adoption. I guess it helps to have some clout in this town. Judge Michael Miles who signed the Order sure owes me a lot of favors."

Again everyone chuckled at John's wry sense of humor as well as marveling at the speed of his attorney to obtain the official Court Order for adoption; which normally would take several months to achieve. 

John then continued:

"Now before the marriage takes place I shall recite the main provisions of my last Will and Testament which I will properly execute after the marriage documents are completed. I do so in order that viewers of this video can compare the text of my Will to what I say now. Therefore there should no doubt that I know and am absolutely aware of what I'm signing; and that what I wish is not influenced by anyone trying to take advantage of my medical condition.

"In my will I appoint Vera Starikovich, of Chicago, who has been my excellent accountant overseeing all my financial concerns for the past several years, to be the Executrix of my Will. As an aside Vera and her firm have been excellent in their duties, such that my net worth has doubled under her stewardship.

"I have directed 5 million dollars to be set aside for donations to various charities. In honor of the memory of my first born son, part of my charitable donations will go equally to the Elton John Aids Foundation and the Elizabeth Taylor Aids Foundation. In honor of the memory of my other son part of my charitable donations will go to the VFW and the Wounded Warriors. In honor of the memory of my deceased daughter, part of charitable donations will go to various alcohol and drug rehab clinics in Texas. 

"I wish to transfer ownership and bequeath 100 of the 500 Kilo bars of gold I possess to Chloe Hamilton, an aerospace engineer, presently residing in southern California. I understand the value of such bequest to be in the neighborhood of five million dollars. This bequest is made in appreciation of a favor she bestowed on me a few years ago. Her joie de vivre changed my attitude in life such that the past seven years of my existence has been much more enjoyable and rewarding than it otherwise would have been; and I deem her gift to me to be priceless.

"There are also provisions for compensation to certain members of my household staff to hopefully provide for them as a result of the loss of their livelihood by my death.

"The residue of my estate will be divided 60% to my wife Kristina and 40% to my daughter Vickie. That in essence is the contents of my will although Ms Schlagel no doubt has expanded the text more extensively to be completely precise. I find verbosity to be an unfortunate trait that all lawyers seem to be prone to." 

Once again everyone burst into spontaneous laughter. Everyone present appreciated how stoically John had accepted his fate. They were also surprised at the humor he could indulge in despite the gravity of his condition. It dispelled the doom and gloom that would naturally otherwise prevail.

With the conclusion of John's speech, Bishop Jones was able to set up and perform the marriage of Kristina Vargas to John William St Clair. Kristina had dressed in a conservative ivory colored shift quite appropriate for the occasion. The official witnesses to the marriage were Dr Wagner acting as Best Man and Vickie acting as the Matron of Honor. 

After the completion of the wedding and the signing of wedding documents, John signed his Will witnessed officially by Dr Wagner and Nurse Lewis.

With all the business concluded, John signaled to Brannigan to stop recording and said to the others:

"I have had my staff prepare a brunch including sufficient champagne for all of you to celebrate my wedding day. The refreshments are available in the main dining room, and I trust you will enjoy yourselves. I have asked Todd Brannigan and my brand new bride to remain a few moments to record and put the finishing touches to my wedding. Kristina will then join you all to cut and partake of the wedding cake which I've been assured will be worth your while. And of course a piece of the cake will be brought up to me to enjoy.

"Thank you all for coming and for making this day very special for me. I am now at peace and satisfied with what I've accomplished today. I assure you that I do not dread at all the end of the short time I have left."

As they filed out of the room, everyone then proceeded to whisper in John's ear some good wishes; the men shaking his hand while the women kissed him on the cheek. As they were exiting no one was curious about John's request to have Kristina and Brannigan remain. Vickie did know the reason for certainty, as her mother had confided to her the night before about John's intentions. And all Vickie could do was marvel at St Clair's intended activities before he would have to leave this world.

When everyone had left John's bedroom leaving only Kristina and Todd Brannigan with him, she leaned to his ear and whispered:

"You sure about this John? I think our marriage is iron clad as it is and I'm sure no one can contest the Will."

John replied in a loud voice:

"I want to do this baby even if it is the last thing I do; and it probably will be. Never mind my pragmatic reasons for doing it, I'm feeling a little selfish; I just need your body; just this one last time. Don't worry I have enough medicine in me that I can do you." 

With that said John signaled for Brannigan to start recording a new video. Kristina went to the closet to demurely undress and she soon was completely naked with her clothes hung up. John removed his hospital gown he had been dressed in, so that he was totally naked as well. Then he sat up again holding the newspaper in one hand and the marriage certificate in the other hand. 

He then spoke to the camera:

"The purpose of this video is to provide unequivocal evidence that my marriage to Kristina Vargas was consummated before I have died. Should after my death, anyone want to contest my Will and suggest I underwent a sham wedding to allow Kristina to be able to claim my estate then this video will dispel such argument. I have been married by the Bishop of the Episcopal Church in Texas lawfully licensed to perform marriages in Texas. With the demonstration of the consummation of my marriage by this video there can be no legal basis to challenge the validity of my marriage or Kristina's right to inherit my estate."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 31



The attendees of John St. Clair's extraordinary wedding to Kristina and the execution of his Will, duly congregated at the large dining room. A sumptuous cold buffet was laid out with more than enough food for all of them to enjoy. A hired server was circulating with a tray full of flutes of champagne for them to imbibe.

Vickie pursuant to instructions from her mother and now her newly constituted father addressed the gathering:

"I was deputized by my parents; wow that seems so unreal for me to say that..."

Everyone chuckled at that sentiment as Vickie continued: 

"Anyway they wish you to be happy in celebrating their wedding day. Although their official marriage may not last long it will be a joyous one as they believe they were meant for each other. They have really been a couple for some 37 years; that's how long they known each other. 

As my mother has confessed that although she might have been intimate occasionally with other men, John William St. Clair was truly her "significant other" throughout all these years.

And my father has assured me that though he was married to another woman for the bulk of those years; my mother was his real "significant other." So let's give three cheers to the newly married couple: Hip! Hip!...:"

And everyone replied "Hurray" to Vickie's trio of "Hip! Hips!" 

With the exception of Don DeGurse, the reporter, and the doctor and the nurse, the rest of those present were active members of the Texas Love Ranch. When Vickie mentioned that her mother occasionally was intimate with other men, the members chuckled nervously trying desperately to refrain from snickering. However despite such foreknowledge, no one doubted the sincerity of the genuine attachment between Kristina and St. Clair.

Besides they could not admire John St. Clair enough that despite being terminal, he was still with it enough to want to finalize his affairs while on his death bed. In addition they all knew Kristina well enough to rightly suspect on why she and the TLR cameraman remained in John's room while the rest of them congregated in the dining hall to enjoy this casual reception.

Since John St. Clair was one of the most prominent and well known men in Dallas, the Dallas Morning News dispatched DeGurse to his mansion for coverage of his final days pursuant to the invitation by Kristina. The reporter was happy to get this assignment as he was obviously enjoying a media exclusive scoop to report St. Clair's marriage and execution of his Will. 

He sensed an opportunity for advancement in his career if he could ferret further information on St. Clair's motives. To this end during the reception, DeGurse interviewed everyone but basically got the same story as they all had been coached previously by Kristina and Vickie. 

It was Vickie who gave the most detailed account to DeGurse as follows:

"As I understand it, my mother and Mr. St. Clair, now my father, knew each other for some years before I was born. Although my father was married, he found my mother alluring to the extent they had a long lasting love affair. In addition to being lovers, they were business partners in various enterprises including managing a vacation ranch catering to European and Japanese tourists."

Vickie was obviously alluding to the TLR and her description of the ranch was consistent to the official public records of the establishment. One had to be a member of the TLR to be aware of the true nature of its operations, and the members were dedicated to keep the Ranch activities secret from public scrutiny. Vickie continued her recitation to DeGurse:

"My mother, while in her late twenties led a somewhat hedonistic lifestyle. As a result she happened to have had other lovers besides my father when I was born so that she could not be certain as to the identity of my biological father. As all of her lovers were established married men with children of their own she had no desire to burden them with extraneous domestic problems. 

Thus she did not attempt to ascertain the identity of my biological father. Besides she had adequate financial wherewithal to raise me on her own. That is why my birth certificate does not designate the identity of my male parent.

It seems that my father believed he was the most likely male responsible for my birth, but he respected my mother's wishes to preserve the anonymity of the circumstances of my birth. Besides as he was married with three adult children, my entrance to this world would be awkward to explain to his family, and thus he readily acquiesced to my mother's wishes. 

Obviously he had paternal feelings towards me as he totally bore the expense of my private home schooling education. And the education I received was of such high caliber that I was able to enroll and attend the University of Texas when I was only sixteen.

Although my mother and father have engaged in a long lasting love affair, he was aware of his responsibilities to his previous wife and his children. Such responsibilities weighed heavily on his mind; especially since his wife, upon the death of their children, became despondent with grief, and remained bedridden for the rest of her life. 

Given such circumstances my father did not think it was honorable to divorce her. Her relatively recent death has freed my father to arrange his personal life as he deemed fit. His own impending death has necessitated the haste to conclude such appropriate arrangements.

As to my own possible direct blood relationship with my father, we are all cognizant that a DNA test would prove one way or the other whether I am of flesh and blood to John William St. Clair. However, since he has legally adopted me with my consent, the results of a DNA test would not alter the legal fact that I am his daughter; so such results are moot. Thus there will be no DNA test and I have no qualms about being a designated heir."

Of course Vickie had superficially glossed over the actual facts of her parents' personal lives in the recounting and painted the most positive picture possible. However she had no fear of obliquely describing the TLR as a tourist destination for European and Japanese tourists as already noted that is exactly the description recorded in applicable public records. Any local official that personally knew otherwise was not inclined to correct the record. So Vera had no apprehension that DeGurse would uncover the reality of the TLR. 

The story as told by Vickie was compelling enough to satisfy DeGurse's reporter's curiosity and ensure riveting reporting. In any case he was not churlish to ask just how many lovers her mother had when she was born. However he was intrigued by the odd substantial bequest to Chloe Hamilton in St. Clair's Will and asked Vickie if she could elaborate. 

Her reply:

"When Ms Hamilton met my father he was in very low spirits. He was over eighty years of age and his children (except for me of course) were all dead and he had no grandchildren. In addition his wife provided no marital enjoyment or companionship as she confined herself to her bed in perpetual grief. There was not much solace in his relationship with my mother either as managing the ranch made her constantly absent from Dallas and thus was not much in my father's company.

Now I don't know the details, but as I understand it, meeting Chloe and experiencing her enthusiastic youthful joie d'vivre snapped him out of his melancholy. His encounter with her made him realize he has not dead yet and it was foolish of him to squander his remaining days wallowing in misery. As a result my parents' relationship was rekindled and the past seven years have been very happy for him indeed. 

Thus my father was understandably grateful to her and decided to reward her in his Will. I of course have no objection to the bequest and I'm certain my mother does not begrudge it either considering the benefits she enjoyed by Ms Hamilton's service to my father." 

Don DeGurse was worldly wise enough to accurately surmise exactly what service Chloe may have provided to John St. Clair to lift him out of the melancholy he apparently experienced, and prompted the $5 million legacy. His reporter's instinct suggested there was some more sensational news that could be explored.

However it was clear he was not going to unearth anything more specific from this crowd. Besides there was no denying that John St. Clair despite his advanced age was a very important man in Dallas and for that matter all of Texas. His apparently soon forthcoming funeral would be an important event for the cream of Texan society.

Undoubtedly in particular, former President George W Bush and current Governor Rick Perry would feel compelled to attend. Therefore, he knew his editor at the newspaper would not approve of his pursuing a possible salacious expose of St. Clair's supposed secret life without something more solid to go on.

Besides, DeGurse knew he was very fortunate with his media exclusive presence at St. Clair's death bed wedding. He believed he had enough material to produce some compelling columns that would suitably enhance his own career. Consequently after partaking some of the food he left shortly after finishing questioning Vickie to write his story for the next day's edition. 

When he did write his exclusive story, he was able to succeed in his ambitions. As Kristina and Vicki shunned any other media requests for interviews, the rest of the media had to rely on DeGurse's reporting.

As John St. Clair was a public figure of some national renown, his impending and subsequent death merited some national media attention but not in depth coverage. Thus any national news reports simply replied solely on DeGurse's reporting, and this naturally was very gratifying to him. DeGurse was savvy enough to realize that news cycles are very brief considering the competition amongst the internet, cable TV in addition to traditional media. As a result public interest is fleeting. So he knew he could not milk this story ad nausea, but instead decided to use this opportunity to establish a strong network of contacts for the purpose of advancing his career.

As a result Kristina was immediately elevated to social prominence and respectability. There was virtually no one alive in high Texan society who knew Kristina had been a prostitute. Anyone who did know had no appetite to make such knowledge public. Because of mutual desire for anonymity only actual members of the Texas Love Ranch knew of Kristina's proprietorship of the sex club, and obviously there was no interest in exposing her from that quarter. Thus Kristina's entry into Dallas high society was smooth without any obstacles in her path.

After DeGurse left the reception, the atmosphere lightened. The tension brought on by the necessity of being circumspect before him in protecting Kristina, dissipated. The guests were free to enjoy themselves in compliance with St. Clair's wishes notwithstanding his obviously imminent death. 

Vera Starikovich sidled up to Vickie and said:

"I'm pleased to meet you Vickie at long last. I have you to thank for experiencing better sex at times when my sex life otherwise was not so much."

Viewing Vera's discernible pregnant body, Vickie quipped:

"Hmm I see your present presumably better sex life has brought you its ultimate natural reward. Anyway, I'm at a loss at your gratitude as I'm certain this is the very first time we've met, and although my Mom had mentioned you to me in consequence of you becoming her accountant, I was really unaware of your existence until today."

Vera giggled as she announced:

"Yes I'm pregnant with my second child. My first child was born some twenty-two years ago, so you might say I'm rather judicious in child spacing."

Vickie choked on her drink as she was struck by that sardonic observation. When she recovered she exclaimed:

"My God Vera, you have a twenty-two year old child! You don't look to be too much older than me. Hell I'm not that much older than your child. My own first born is just two years old! Perhaps I was not a spring chicken when giving birth to him but I wasn't ancient either. Besides I expect I'll get pregnant at least one more time but certainly earlier than twenty years from now."

Vera giggled even harder as she replied:

"I was fourteen when Natasha was born so you can do the math to determine how much older I am than you. Incidentally she is pregnant as well but that's another story." 

Vickie gasped:

"You are only six years older than me. I'm marveling that you are about to become a mother again virtually at the same time as you are to become a grandmother."

Vera shivered and replied:

"Hush we need not go into that aspect. Let's just say I'm happy for my daughter who is better equipped to be a mother than I was when I gave birth to her. But in any case I am absolutely thrilled that I'm to become a mother again as I had started to despair that Natasha would be my only child."

"Well I'm happy for you I'm sure. Anyway you mentioned I was instrumental in you gaining a better sex life and I'm dying to know how I was responsible for this happy result for you."

Vera giggled again; she could not help herself. She replied:

"With a few exceptions, for most of my life I have had an abysmal sex life. Shortly after I finished my formal education and started my accounting career, I was fortunate enough to acquire a satisfactory lover. He was much older than me and died of a heart attack after about four years of an intermittent relationship. 

It was intermittent since we lived some 280 miles apart and we each held responsible jobs that made more frequent contact impossible. As a result we only had sex for four weekends per year, but at least it was hot sex. Then when he died I was truly despondent as I had no foreseeable prospect of replacement good sex. But happily I was able to take advantage of my connection with you to get your mother to accept me as a member to the Texas Love Ranch. And the sex at...."

Vickie interrupted:

"Whoa Vera! What connection are you talking about? As I said before I was not really aware of you until today." 

Vera giggled some more and inwardly chastised herself as a result. She thought that for a mature woman she sure was acting very girlish with Vickie. 

She replied:

"At Duke your closest friends were Brenda Porter and Connie Snyder. As a result of this friendship, you got them to join the TLR. Brenda happens to be sister to Lynda Snyder who is the wife of my business partner who is the brother to Connie. So I used that connection to induce your mother to accept me as a member, but I subsequently learned that my skills as an accountant was what really sealed the deal as far as your mother was concerned. 

But no matter I wouldn't have even known of the TLR without that connection with you. For this I'm grateful as I've always thoroughly enjoyed myself every time I've been to the Ranch." 

Vickie wryly observed:

"As a teenager I worked as staff at the Ranch but I've only participated in one orgy. That was the time I won the gold body chain belt teamed up with my mother and beating Brenda and Connie in an 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest. Depending on the time required to dealing with my father's fate, I intend to take in an orgy before I return to Atlanta."

As she said this, Vickie marveled at how easily and naturally the reference of John St. Clair as her father rolled off her tongue. She supposed that given his frequent contact with her as she was growing up, her subconscious mind had always identified him as her father.

At this point, Kristina entered the reception room. Everyone applauded and cheered good naturedly as nobody had any doubt as to the reason for the delay in her appearance. And if anyone had any doubt it was easily dispelled by Kristina's saucy grin. She waved and addressed the crowd:

"My new husband is resting now and he wanted me to assure you that he is content and fully prepared to meet his Maker. So he urged that we all be joyous in his good fortune on this day. There will be time enough to mourn when he is dead but right now he is alive. So I shall now cut the wedding cake specially baked by John's favorite baker for you all." 

Kristina then had the beautiful delicious three tier wedding cake brought in. She cut for everyone a generous slice to complement a genuinely joyous celebration. As time went on, inevitably some duly exited the room. Dr Wagner and Nurse Lewis returned to check on John St. Clair and resume their contracted care of him. Karen Schlagel left to return to her office, and Brannigan also left. 

Thus Kristina, Vickie and Vera were left. As Vera was the only non local resident summoned to St. Clair's extraordinary meeting, Kristina said:

"When I phoned you last night Vera, I probably gave you the impression that you were needed for just this meeting. Dr Wagner advised me quite frankly that John likely won't last more than three days. As you might have lots to do in starting the process to settle the estate, you might wish to stay for awhile and work from your office here in Dallas. In that case you are welcome to stay here rather than book a hotel room."

Vera replied:

"Thank you Kristina, and yes due to the circumstances, I think I will indeed stay for a couple of weeks. Considering the complexity of his assets, settling John's estate will certainly require my immediate on the spot supervision. It's handy that I have an office here in Dallas so I can easily keep in touch with my Chicago headquarters office. 

However I didn't bring any clothes with me, but I was going to buy some new maternity clothes anyway. So I think after coordinating matters between my Dallas and Chicago offices and conferring with Walter, my partner, I think I'll go shopping."

Kristina replied:

"Rather than rent a car while you're here, I'll give you the keys to John's Bentley which you can use while you're here. That will give me an excuse to get rid of John's chauffeur; he is the only member of John's staff I detest."

Both Vickie and Vera let out a collective "Oh?" and Kristina elaborated:

"When John's wife died, I moved in here, and we had a wonderful romantic relationship. I have never been more content or happier with my life than these past eight months. The only annoyance during this time has been this Carlos Solis. He keeps hitting on me and pestering me to have sex.

He spoke to me only in Spanish probably trying to establish a secret bond since no one else in the household is Spanish speaking. I could not dissuade him even when I told him I was sixty years old. He probably did not believe me as this was the one time when my youthful appearance was a curse. Thank God he knew nothing of my past or what I do for a living or I could never have convinced him that I was not interested in having sex with him."

Vera could not help but interrupt and exclaim:

"Well I do know something of your past and know what you do for a living; so it begs the question why didn't you fuck this Carlos? If as I suspect he was the one that chauffeured me from the airport this morning, he does seem to be truly yummy."

Vickie added:

"And I do know your past so that I also can't understand your fastidiousness in preferring to fuck my father exclusively. After all he is eighty-eight years old and I'm pretty sure he wouldn't have begrudged you a little extra fun. Besides you did fuck other men after you resumed fucking him some seven years ago."

Kristina rolled her eyes and then adopted a scowl as she replied:

"It appears that as a former professional prostitute, I happen to be more virtuous and chaste then the two of you. The point is when John's wife died and I moved in with him here, we became a committed couple united by our love and esteem for each other. Many men may have enjoyed my favors but John was the only man who genuinely loved and revered me. That being the case I had no desire to dally with a spic wetback. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 31



Despite his age, John was able to meet my sexual needs. I shall always cherish this last moment I just had with him this morning after we were actually officially married. I'm positive that the enjoyment and the ecstasy I just experienced in this last sex act with him will not be topped by any other sex I may have till I die."

There was an uncomfortable silence as both Vickie and Vera realized that Kristina's marriage had significant and emotional meaning to her. And although it was obviously going to be a marriage of very short duration, it nevertheless was authentic in Kristina's mind and she rejoiced in it. Vera also ruefully realized she did not have what Kristina truly had. Yes Lajos had appeared to be her true soul mate like St. Clair apparently was to Kristina. Still there was no denying that her relationship with him was unorthodox to say the least; and perhaps less satisfactory. 

However Vera was not one to delve into regrets, so to change the subject she asked:

"OK, Kristina, I understand where you are coming from. By the way did I hear right? You can speak Spanish? I guess I should not be surprised considering your name and your unmistakable Hispanic features. Still you speak English so idiomatically that it never dawned on me that you can speak Spanish."

"Yes Spanish was my mother's tongue. I think my parents were illegal immigrants, or I guess as we would say today undocumented immigrants. As a girl, I only spoke Spanish at home, but once I left I had little opportunity to speak Spanish and English became almost my exclusive predominant language. However in educating Vickie I insisted that she learn Spanish and as a result we speak Spanish exclusively between ourselves."

Vera said:

"Wow we have something sort of in common on this point. I speak Russian with my daughter, and it sure comes in handy especially when we don't want to be understood if overheard."

Kristina answered:

"That would be Natasha right? She's a classical violinist with the Chicago Symphony but also joined Pamela Rose a little over a year ago on her successful comeback tour in the Deep South?"

"That's my girl indeed!"

"Is she as sexual as you are Vera? You know like the cliché- the acorn does not fall far from the tree."

At this point Vera became more frank than what was prudent. Whenever subsequently she recalled her candor, she rationalized that she had grown so close to Kristina personally never mind the business relationship that she did not inwardly regret her unguarded confession. 

Vera replied:

"Oh yes like mother like daughter, Natasha seems to have led a remarkably similar sex life as mine. In fact we are mutually pregnant from the same man as we enjoyed a threesome sex holiday in Hungary during last Christmas." 

Kristina was somewhat shocked as she was not sure she would have been so frank. But then she realized that considering that she was thirty when she gave birth to Vickie she could never have had found herself in a similar situation. Perhaps had that been possible she might have also been as euphoric as Vera and willing to share such an intimate confidence with a relatively close but still non familial acquaintance. 

So she wryly observed:

"I guess that should prove to make for interesting complicated blood relationships between your upcoming mutual new-borns. So tell me Vera does your daughter want to become a member of the Texas Love Ranch?"

"Well Natasha certainly knows about my activities at the TLR." 

Both Kristina and Vickie laughed at the euphuism. Undeterred Vera continued:

"And yes she has expressed interest in joining the TLR, but being pregnant and what with school and concerts with the Chicago Symphony; it has not been a priority as yet. Why do you ask? I didn't think the club was hurting for members." 

Ignoring the inconsequential remark, Kristina said:

"Before I left John to rest and come here, we had probably our last real meaningful conversation. The cancer has advanced to such a stage that I don't think he will be able to talk as articulately as he did this morning no matter how much pain killing drugs they can give him or he can take. 

He asked me not to mourn him excessively as he had no complaints and was satisfied with his life. He assured me that he was prepared for death. He wanted me to promise to celebrate his life by promoting a special contest at the TLR orgy the next weekend when it will be Mother's Day."

Vickie startlingly chirped up:

"Oh goody! I have every intention to take in an orgy before I return to Atlanta. And I would love to win another belt. Just pencil me in as I'm game for any kind of a sexual contest."

Kristina was a little non-plussed as she had assumed Vickie would be returning to her home as soon as possible. Since the situation with John had taken up the time and conversations between them, Vickie had not yet discussed her situation in Atlanta. 

Consequently, Kristina was not yet privy to Vickie's past weekend and her discovery of her husband's adultery leading to the subsequent tryst with Johnny Whitaker; she had no idea of her daughter's ambivalent feelings towards her marriage. Happily though Vickie's readily acceptance to attend the orgy ensured the success of the contest as John St. Clair had proposed. 

So Kristina continued:

"Well my darling daughter your enthusiasm fits right in with John's last wish. To honor Mother's Day and celebrate our marriage; he suggested we could have a mothers and daughters contest pitting pairs of mothers and their daughters against each other to determine the most sexually alluring mother-daughter combo in the TLR. In addition to us, amongst the membership we have three other women whose own daughters are also members."

Vickie spontaneously asked:

"Oh really? That many? Who?"

"Well the first mother-daughter members are Hannah, a charter member, and Pamela Rose who joined a few years later as a result of her mother's 18th birthday gift. Then there is Sally Browning also a charter member and her daughter Beverley who joined a few years ago. Then you remember Connie Snyder one of your friends at Duke who joined the TLR under your behest. And Connie induced her mother Melody to join just the past couple of years or so; as her husband had died and she wasn't getting any."

Vera was shocked as she had been unaware of Melody's membership. She blushed at the mention of Melody as it brought back the memory of her affair with Richard Snyder. To cover her confusion she said:

"I was aware of course that Pamela and Hannah were members as I certainly have had close personal and business relationships with them. I'm naturally aware of Connie's membership as well since being the sister of my business partner I referenced her to support my own application to the club. However I'm surprised by your citing her mother as a member. I understood from my partner that his mother was leading a very reticent life since the death of her husband."

Kristina replied:

"That may very well have been true, but since she has joined Melody has been hot and has not lacked for partners for sex. Anyway finally, there is Chloe Hamilton, the Minnesota Enchantress, and any sexual contest at the ranch would be spectacularly enhanced with her participation.

Now Chloe's own mother is not a member as I understand that woman has no idea of how sexual her daughter is. However Chloe's mother, Rochelle Hamilton, is yet another charter member. So it would not really be stretching the parameters of the contest to allow this pair to compete."

Vera queried:

"You know ever since I joined the TLR I have constantly heard mention of her as the most sexual female of the club. I understand she joined a couple of years before me and has been the talk of the club since. I've naturally been intrigued to meet her but we do not seem to have ever attended the same orgy."

Vickie chimed in:

"Oh yes indeed Vera, Chloe Hamilton certainly is something else. I've heard that she enthusiastically and willingly submitted to a gang bang of nineteen men to celebrate her 19th birthday and this occurred before she ever attended an orgy at the TLR. And yet I admire her as I've always wanted to be as brazen in sex as she."

Vera observed:

"Well at least she had a better 19th birthday than me. My nineteenth birthday occurred in the midst of a six week period of captivity when a douche bag made me suffer horrendous torture, sexual abuse and humiliation. He seized me to inflict this horror just because I was fucking a black man. Luckily I was eventually able to escape his evil clutches."

Vickie, who unlike her mother was unaware of Vera's past, gasped:

"Oh my God Vera! That sounds horrible! Thank God you survived intact. I can now understand how you and she have both evoked such interest at the TLR even overshadowing Pamela Rose and Charlotte Thornton, who otherwise are the most notorious celebrity members of the club."

Kristina then said:

"Well Vera you may have this opportunity to finally meet Chloe. I'm surprised you had not yet met her at an orgy, but never mind. As you've heard there are five possible pairs of mothers and daughters to compete in this special competition at the orgy the next weekend. 

For better symmetry and effectiveness the contest would work better with six pairs. I suspect that your daughter, Natasha, would be a terrific fit for the TLR. That being the case I would invite her to join, and of course I'm prepared to provide special dispensation so the two of you can compete in this special competition. I trust I'm not presuming too much, but what do you say Vera? Or are you two wrapped up with the mutual father of your expectant children that an orgy at the TLR might not hold any interest to the two of you?"

Vera replied:

"I think I'll take a flute of champagne now; I know I ought not to drink while I'm pregos, but my ob-gyn has assured me that an occasional social drink can be beneficial, and would not be a danger to my baby. I think I'm going to play hooky from the office today, as I can put off my business till tomorrow."

Actually Vera was telling a little white lie as Dr Barrett had not really said anything on the matter. In any case Vera had the habit of ignoring most of the sensible precautions that Dr Barrett had advised that Vera ought to adhere to during her pregnancy.

After she took a sip of champagne, Vera continued: 

"Kristina, you're mistaken to assume both Natasha and I would not be interested in an orgy. We are not exclusively infatuated with our hunk who knocked us both up. Actually our hunk apparently seems not to be so thrilled that both of us are pregnant by him. I believe he would not have minded if only one of us was pregnant. He probably could contemplate a normal fatherhood and perhaps even consider matrimony in such case. But it seems with both of us pregnant by him he can't handle it. We haven't heard a peep from him for some twelve weeks since we told him of our condition."

That confession made Vickie gasp again as she opined:

"Oh my God Vera! What a bummer! You must be devastated by his copping out and disappearance act."

"I'm taking this in stride but Natasha is not a happy camper; she has even become refrained from any sex while stewing over this lack of communication. So I think this proposed orgy should be just what the doctor ordered and might get her out of her funk. I'm sure I can convince Natasha to come to the Ranch and participate in the proposed mother and daughter competition. By the way how will this contest be conducted?"

Kristina answered:

"John gave me an idea of the scope of the contest and I will be working out the details after I've secured attendance of the competitors. Basically it will be a quality contest. Instead of tallying how many sex partners a mother-daughter team can rack up in a time period, it will be the artistry of the eroticism that the winning mother-daughter can display that will determine the contest."

Vera scoffed:

"Artistry of the eroticism you say? Oh lordie that sounds mysteriously delicious. I can't deny though that every contest at the TLR that I've participated in certainly have been exciting. So I need to know no more; just pencil Natasha and me in."

Having finished her drink, Vera continued:

"Well Kristina, I think I will take up your offer of driving the Bentley as I'm dying to purchase some new clothes."

Vickie asked:

"If you don't mind my company I would like to join you as I need some more outfits myself. Besides I can steer you to the better stores available in Dallas."

Vera had no objection to Vickie's company and the two left Kristina to stay with John St Clair. Despite being virtual strangers, Vera and Vickie became instant friends as they got along amazingly well during that afternoon. Both were highly educated women and thus their intelligence made them so much more compatible. Since both were extremely good looking women most of their social acquaintances tended to ignore the superiority of their intellect when interacting with them.

Of course in their professions both Vera and Vickie were accorded their just due from their peers. Every attorney in Atlanta respected Vickie's professional skills and every accountant in Chicago was in awe of Vera if only for the fact that she had pried Jed Baxter as a client from Price Waterhouse to her own firm. As a senior partner Vickie was obviously highly regarded in the firm and as co-owner of her firm Vera was treated as a god by her staff.

Still despite their undeniable professional successes casual social acquaintances failed to recognize the serious substance in the makeup of each woman. As a result both of them had few intimate friends with whom they could enjoy serious and substantive conversations. 

In contrast Vera and Vickie instantly recognized each other's true worth and thus were almost immediately intimate. During the afternoon Vickie became soon comfortable enough with Vera to relate the history of her marriage and the events of the past weekend. She was candid for the purpose of soliciting some advice from Vera. It was a testament of Vickie's regard for Vera that despite such brief acquaintanceship she obviously valued the latter's opinion and was willing to trust her viewpoint.

For her part, Vera recognized Vickie's recital as a plea for assistance in resolving her situation as opposed to recounting sexual anecdotes merely to titillate her listener. In this light Vera responded thoughtfully:

"You know Vickie your story goes a long way to explain my own mainly inadequate sexual history. I've had only four serious relationships with men and even the first one doesn't really count since we only had the one date. Rodney Parker was murdered during this date but were it not for that we would have had a long lasting relationship I'm sure. For one thing I had already during that date formed the intention of trying to become pregnant by him. So you can tell what a favorable impression I had of him given the short time I was with him."

Vickie interrupted Vera's reply to ask for elaboration of this murder on a date. Vera explained the circumstances of Rodney's death and her own subsequent torture. As a result of this and the previous reference at the mansion Vickie realized Rodney was a black man. Such coincidence with respect to Johnny Whitaker tended Vickie to place more value to Vera's opinions.

After completing the full story of her relationship with Rodney Parker, Vera continued her thoughts:

"Despite the brevity of my time with Rodney, I include him in my reminiscence of my most important relationships. He had the same common characteristics of each of the other of my three serious lovers; in that he was totally self-confident and comfortable in his own skin. Richard, my next lover was a physician and was well respected in his career. He was known in the mid-west medical circles to be leading physician on the cutting edge of cancer treatment."

As soon as she uttered these words, Vera immediately regretted them. Knowing that Melody and Connie Snyder were members of the TLR and presumably would participate in the proposed upcoming Mothers and Daughters contest, Vera certainly did not wish Vickie to be able to put two and two together and divine her more complete connections with the Snyder family. Vera was certain Vickie would be contemptuous of her affairs with Richard and Linda if she knew of them accurately.

Knowing that Vickie had a medical degree in addition to her legal education Vera felt foolish to have revealed so much about Richard. It was conceivable that Vickie might have been aware of Richard Snyder's professional reputation in the medical community and that she might by this inadvertent reference be able to make the connection. Vera was glad she only referred to Richard by his first name time and vowed that any subsequent reference to him and to Linda Snyder as well would be by first name only without a hint of their relationship to Walter. Obviously Vera could not disguise the fact that her business partner was son and brother to the TLR mother and daughter competitors.

Vera was relieved to sense that Vickie did not recognize the connection. Curiously enough, Vera had no such apprehension as to the previous revelations to Vickie that she and Natasha were mutually pregnant by the same man. Perhaps since Vickie did not bat an eyelash either when such information became known to her gave Vera all the reassurance she needed to feel confident of Vickie's esteem of her. Anyway she continued her thoughts without any quick pause so as to give little time for Vickie to ruminate what she had just said.

"You may be aware that I did have a serious affair lasting about nine months with Jed Baxter. As you know Jed is testosterone personified. I believe he is capable of making any straight woman fall in love with him. Take away his wealth he still would be just as appealing to women; it certainly was in my case. You can imagine that I was thoroughly devastated when he dumped me to return to his wife's arms."

Vickie asked:

"Actually Vera, I was unaware of your affair with Jed. What makes you think I would have known of it?"

Vera replied:

"Although my affair with Jed was not known in public circles, it was common knowledge amongst the TLR membership. I would have thought your mother would have informed you in normal course of casual conversation."

Vickie guffawed as she replied:

"My mother sure has been close mouthed lately. Why she kept from me her renewal of her affair with John St. Clair. I just now found out yesterday as I was summoned to this extraordinary wedding day of my mother and my newly minted father."

Vera responded:

"For what it's worth, you mother did not confide in me either. I believe we have been truly close friends in addition to our business dealings. So I was a little taken aback as well yesterday upon being appraised of the reason for my summons to Dallas."

Vickie then said:

"So you and Jed got it on? I know that I've actually fucked Jed Baxter if only for the fact his name is engraved on my TLR body chain belt as one of my eight partners in the 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest which I won at the only TLR orgy I've been at. I can only vaguely remember fucking him but I can't recall the details. So I have to take your word that he is a formidable stud. Mind you my memory of his appearance and of the public photos I've seen of him, I have to admit that he does cut an imposing figure."

Vera continued:

"Yes Jed Baxter definitely is a man one would welcome to one's bed in an instant. However the father of my second child is also a superior stud. He is a world renowned pianist highly regarded in the classical music world. 

In addition he has been notoriously linked romantically with, read fucked, some of the most glamorous women in the world and thus is an authentic jet setter. He is automatically included in any lists of the sexiest men that routinely appear in the various trendy celebrity magazines."




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 31



Vickie gasped:

"My goodness Vera! That certainly is an impressive list of fuck buddies that you have had and enjoyed."

Vera now earnestly said:

"But that is my point Vickie. This is an exclusive short list of the only men I have enjoyed having a sexual relationship with. To be sure I've had enjoyable sex with many other men; certainly I have found my time spent at TLR orgies well worth it, as I've already indicated to you earlier today. However to have the bells and whistles sex and a truly meaningful relationship, the man must be worthwhile and superior just as I'm worthwhile and superior.

Now I'm not nor do not mean to be as arrogant, vain or conceited as the last sentiment would seem to otherwise imply. Still I'm very cognizant that when a man gets to know me and becomes aware of all I've done and accomplished, there is a moment of truth that will define the ensuing acquaintance. If he feels intimidated by it as opposed to merely be impressed, then there is no possibility of a satisfactory successful lasting relationship. No matter how great either the physical or emotional attraction or how great the ensuing sex may become; with respect to something more, there is simply no there, there.

Now as to you Vickie, you are hands down the most accomplished woman I have ever met. Your worth is even more enhanced by your lack of vanity or conceit. So it is no wonder you have had only one meaningful love affair: your husband. The way you have recounted your perception of his feelings towards you, it appears that he believes himself inadequate compared to you. 

In my humble opinion this feeling ruins your relationship with him. No matter how hard you or for that matter the both of you try, no matter how many marriage counselors you consult, your marriage is doomed unless he can change his feelings towards you. You see the trouble with feelings is that they are neither good nor bad; they just are.

As to your Johnny it seems you have stumbled onto a rare one; a man who is not intimated by you; a man who can truly satisfy you. I think for your happiness an affair with Johnny would be your top priority. What you do with your marriage is up to you."

Vickie merely replied:

"Thanks Vera, I believe I have come around to this kind of thinking and I'm not looking forward to returning to Atlanta to face Greg. However my compensation will be to getting it on with Johnny. He has already sent me several text messages leaving no doubt as to his strong desire for us to get together again."

With such a power packed discussion the women totally enjoyed each other's company. They had fun shopping and helping each other in making some astute purchases. By late afternoon, they each had purchased some very special eye-catching high heels from an upscale shoe store in a strip mall. 

So pleased were they with these shoes that they capriciously decided to keep wearing them instead of their originally worn shoes. In a giddy mood they were determined to acquire dresses that would do these shoes justice. Coincidently a suitable high fashion store specializing in glamorous evening wear was located next door. This particular retail outlet also had a section devoted to suitable and fashionable dresses for pregnant women.

Both women were able to choose dresses, perfect for themselves and absolutely compatible with the shoes. As they were modeling to each other their chosen cocktail dresses, they heard some tango music. Upon inquiring from the store clerk the source of this music they were advised that someone had recently opened a dance studio located directly above the store. No doubt the audible music was pursuant to a dance lesson being conducted. 

As the music was tantalizingly and exquisitely appealing to both Vera and Vickie, they decided to investigate. They paid for their dresses, but upon an inexplicable impulse they both kept wearing them together with their marvelous shoes. They first deposited their original worn clothes and shoes in the nearby parked Bentley, before returning to explore the intriguing dance studio.

The entrance to the dance studio was a doorway between the two stores which previously they had not noticed. There was an informative sign etched on the window of the door proclaiming the entrance to Isabel's Dance Studio. Underneath was the notice that dance lessons for the tango, mambo, samba, salsa, cha cha, rumba and paso doble were available. The information at the bottom of the sign read "Isabel Diaz Proprietor".

Upon opening the door the women were confronted with a stairway leading to the second floor where the dance studio was located. With the high heels, the climb was a little arduous especially for Vera, but she managed the trek without too much stress. Upon passing through the door at the top of the stairs, which had identical sign identification on its window as the bottom door, Vera and Vickie entered into a large ballroom like hall. There was sparse furniture; a few chairs and couches along the walls, and a table.

The only person in the music filled room was a woman who approached them as soon as she spotted them. She was about 5'4", with typical Latin physical features and a tantalizing mysterious aura about her. As soon as she reached Vera and Vickie she anxiously said in impeccable English but with a pronounced Spanish accent:

"Welcome ladies. Would you be interested in enrolling in some dance classes? I offer lessons in many of the Latin dances but I specialize in tango as you can imagine from the music I have been playing."

Vickie and Vera upon hearing the music had formed an idea that they would stumble on to a dance class and were interested in witnessing same. They were instead surprised by the bleakness of the scene and so Vickie replied:

"Well no, we can't be interested, since I actually live in Atlanta and my companion lives in Chicago. We loved the music we heard coming from your studio and we thought we would look in on your dance class. That is I take it that you are Isabel Diaz the proprietor as advertised."

Isabel could not hide the look of abject disappointment in her body language upon hearing Vickie; which provoked an instant feeling of empathy in Vera and Vickie. Sensing the sympathy Isabel candidly replied:

"Yes I'm Isabel Diaz and I'm from Argentina. Ever since I was a little girl I've wanted to immigrate to the United States and live in this wonderful country. I saved up all my money for that purpose and when I received an inheritance from the death of my grandfather I had enough money to come here. I have a cousin who was settled here in Dallas and she and her husband sponsored me in my application for my green card.

When I arrived here I worked at all the jobs I could handle so I could open my dance studio which has been my life-long dream. From what I had saved and what I could borrow from the bank, I thought I had enough capital to start my business and so I opened my studio here about eight weeks ago. Although I had enough monies to get started, I ran out of money to spend on advertising. And so apart from friends who did not really pay me, I have not had one solid independent customer since I opened and it looks like I will not be able to meet the rent for the upcoming month unless I can borrow some more money."

Vera ever the businesswoman, and not one to ignore an opportunity knocking, drew out her cheque book from her purse. Quickly making it out, she handed a cheque to Isabel and said:

"Here's my cheque for $2,000, I would like you to give me a tango lesson right now. I do know how to dance the tango but I would like to see if you have the ability to transform me into a champion tango dancer."

Isabel taking the cheque and after looking at it protested:

"But Ms Starikovich, that's way too much money for one lesson. And as your friend said you live in Chicago I presume you would not be here in Dallas long enough to take advantage of all of the lessons you are entitled to by this amount of money."

Vera vaguely replied:

"I may have another motive which I will divulge later, but for now I'm most interested in learning how competent a dance instructor you are. I imagine the sum of $2,000 is sufficient incentive for you to give the best tango lesson you are capable of producing."

At this point, Vickie was discerning Vera's purpose. Although Vickie had not met Vera until this day, based on her knowledge of her mother's laudatory opinion she believed Vera's business acumen to be of the most superior kind. Therefore she thought if Vera believed that Isabel's dance studio was worth investing in then perhaps she should as well. So having made out her cheque and handing it to Isabel, she said:

"Here's my cheque for $2,000 as I would also like a tango lesson. I like to think I'm a pretty good tango dancer as it is. But if you can give me some pointers to make me excel I would be ever so grateful."

Shrugging her shoulders, Isabel replied:

"OK ladies, if you wish to lavish such monies on me then who am I to complain; especially as this would allow me to stay in business longer. I'm intrigued that you consider yourselves accomplished tango dancers and suspect that I would be hard pressed to teach you anything new. Well we shall see."

Isabel went to the table to reset the CD player on it. Then Isabel said:

"I'll take you first Ms Starikovich..."

Vera commanded:

"Call me Vera please we need not be so formal."

Not to be ignored Vickie piped in:

"And please call me Vickie. I sense we'll all become friends."

Isabel continued:

"OK Vera. I'll play a typical piece of tango music with a sprightly tempo and we shall dance. I'll lead and you follow so I can determine your capabilities. After the dance is over then I shall give you give you some tips as how to dance to the music better. Then we will dance again to the same music and you can judge for yourself if you have improved. I'll follow the same procedure with Vickie only we will use a different tune so that each lesson will be unique." 

As the music became audible, Isabel led Vera to the middle of the room and started the dance. Vera enjoyed herself as she loved dancing the tango and Isabel's skill in the dance was patently obvious. As the dance ended Vera was exhilarated as she could not have imagined a more pleasurable dancing experience. Perhaps a taller partner and/or a male partner equivalent to Isabel's skill might have been an improvement to make the dance perfect.

Consequently the next twenty minutes were an eye opener for Vera, and Vickie as well for that matter; as Vickie also thought their dancing had been terrific. Isabel spent that time to point out all the moves and positions Vera could have made that would have improved her participation in the dance. Then Isabel took Vera back into her arms and they repeated the dance. This time applying Isabel's pointers, Vera was sensational in her movements that the improvement in her performance of the dance would be obvious to even the least knowledgeable dance observer.

After the dance Isabel observed:

"I can see Vera that you are a good dancer and I suspect that you have had some tango lessons. But you can now see that you could do even better if you unleash your passion."

Vera was dumbfounded. In Chicago she had indeed taken tango lessons, and for that matter lessons in some other ballroom dances. During the time of her affair with Jed Baxter she wanted to be ready should Jed feel the inclination to take the next step in their relationship by escorting her to high society events. She had felt confident of her expertise in ballroom dancing but Isabel's teaching demonstrated that really she was merely adequate as far as the tango goes.

As it was Vickie's turn, Isabel selected a tango piece that was at a largo tempo; much slower and sedate than the music selected for Vera's "lesson". Vickie had considered herself an accomplished tango dancer having also taken ballroom dance lessons in Atlanta so that she would not embarrass herself in society. In addition her Hispanic heritage had to count for natural affinity for the dance. So she started dancing with Isabel fully confident that she would acquit herself to the equal of the Argentine. And during the dance she had no reason to think otherwise as she believed she danced flawlessly; surely there could be no scope for real or significant improvement.

However after the dance, Isobel was able to suggest many major and minor improvements. Despite the slowness of the music there were unlimited possibilities to explore one's sensuality to truly enjoy the exercise of tango dancing. When Isabel and Vickie reprised their slow intimate dance the difference was almost like night and day. As Vera watched on, she came to the conclusion that she had surely by lucky happenstance just met the most competent tango instructor on the planet. She decided then and there that she would arrange proper financing that would ensure success of Isabel's business.

After the completion of the second dance with Vickie, Isabel said:

"You two are actually truly excellent dancers verging on professional caliber, so I really had little to suggest in way of improvement. Certainly by the fees I envision charging, even if I were to teach you all the tips to superior tango dancing form that I know, you would still have lots of monies left over from what you have given me."

Not sure whether this was false modesty or genuine praise, Vera demurred:

"Oh I don't know Isabel; with your teaching I believe I danced 100% better after the lesson. I have taken dance lessons in the past and I can see you are truly superior to my former instructors. I certainly learned more than I expected."

Vickie seconded the sentiment:

"Oh yes Isabel, I've also taken some lessons as well, but you have truly shown me how tango dancing can change from a pleasant exercise to a passionate experience."

Isabel beamed at the compliments and then suggested:

"Well OK then. Let's see how good a dance instructor I am. Why don't the two of you dance together both dances. You have each got direct personal instruction on one dance and you each received indirect visual instruction to the other dance. As you are both similar in height, I expect a better performance than how you danced with me." 

Vera and Vickie duly complied and engaged in a close contact to commence the first dance. As Vera was 5'11" tall and Vickie 5'10", there was some justice in Isabel's expectation of better dancing. As there was not a significant disparity in height, there would be more scope for intimate sensuality in their dancing. In addition as Vera and Vickie were in semi formal dresses whereas Isabel was wearing leisure attire suitable for regular exercise; the two of them made a more pleasing visual spectacle.

Although the first dance contained typical upbeat tango music there was a slow introduction that allowed for a simple swaying of their bodies while in an intimate clinch in preparation for the more vigorous dance steps to follow. As an exception to a traditional tango partners' embrace, Vera being slightly taller draped her entire left arm over the middle of Vickie's left shoulder and dangled that arm down the entire back. This allowed Vera to hold Vickie tightly; tighter than the most intimate of dance partners' embraces. However the highlight of their dance embrace was their almost cheek to cheek adhesion. That contact was so sensuous that even the most indifferent witness could feel the passion of both women becoming alive and kindled. Being so close Vera and Vickie were inhaling each other's expelled breath which produced a sensation of lightheadedness in each of them. As the music started to pick up they started moving their feet in anticipation of the twirling movement which would inevitably follow.

When their heads parted, they made direct eye contact. Vera produced a seductive satisfied smile. Vickie responded with a glazed look that advertised lustful thoughts percolating in her brain. The chemistry between them was not to be denied. It so suddenly took hold that both of them audibly gasped as they became cognizant of their situation. Their bodies moved in the dance automatically but there was nothing mechanical or woodenly in their dancing.

Watching them, Isabel sensed that they were not so much dancing as they were engaging in subtle exotic sexual foreplay. As a teacher of arguably one of the most passionate dances ever devised, Isabel had never witnessed a more sensuous erotic performance of a tango dance than what Vera and Vickie were doing. What was even more amazing in Isabel's mind was the fact that both Vera and Vickie did indeed demonstrate technique flaws when each danced with her for their lesson dances. But now when they were dancing together, the lessons obviously had borne fruit as a more technically perfect and sensuous dance could not be imagined. 

During the second dance, the music and their intimate dancing overwhelmed Vera and Vickie mutually. They became sexually aroused with each other as the entire dance provided for continuous close body contact. The music was so tantalizingly erotic in their minds and the slow tempo of the dance just played into their libido needs. 

Vickie was shocked to realize how sexually attracted she had become towards Vera. She believed herself to be absolutely unequivocally heterosexual without any desire to make love to a woman. True she had no problem indulging in lesbian sex; after all her very first sexual experience was a three month girl-on-girl lovemaking fling with Brenda Porter and Connie Snyder.

However although Vickie had enjoyed the sex with Brenda and Connie and they were great companions, still there was no lust or desire tied into the sex. Once she had met Greg, making love to them no longer held any interest for her. And even if she did leave Greg, she knew reuniting with them sexually just had no appeal. But Vera was definitely a different kettle of fish.

Vickie wanted Vera! She desired her; wanted to make love to her! And this sexual desire was equivalent to the desire she had when she succumbed to Johnny Whitaker's seduction. Perhaps the music and dancing had an unnatural influence and affect on her. Still Vickie sensed that her need for Vera was all powerful. 

Furthermore, she believed that she would not be satisfied with just a one night stand. Notwithstanding her intention to establish an affair with Johnny Whitaker she could sense that she would want to have an ongoing relationship with Vera in addition and fuck her occasionally in future. Vickie was so in lust for Vera that she did not pay any heed to the bizarre impulsiveness of her thoughts.

As for Vera, her lust for Vickie was equal in desire. However this desire did not emanate from a deeply rooted mysterious complicated psychological need but was based instead on a more pedestrian reason. Vera was simply horny! 

She had not had any sex since the telephone conversation with Lajos when she and Natasha had informed him of the mother and daughter mutual pregnancy. With Natasha not desirous of any sex, and with Linda Snyder not straying from her marital sexual activity, Vera was deprived of her usual sexual partners. She had been too busy in her work that she was too exhausted and not inclined to seek sex from other sources. In addition for one reason or another she had been unable to schedule a TLR orgy to tamp down the heat off her sexual desires, which were being inflamed by her pregnancy moods.

That though, is not to say that Vera viewed Vickie as any port in her storm of sexual need. With the background of sharing a delightful afternoon of conversation and shopping, their intimate tango dance strongly influenced Vickie's allure such that Vera knew she would have succumbed even had she initially been indifferent in sexual desire. In any case by the time the second dance was drawing to a close, Vera decided to act on her feelings. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 32



As Vera had intimated, Kristina Vargas did indeed get in touch with Chloe and all of the other proposed contestants in the mother-daughter orgy spectacle. Chloe undertook to convince her mother to agree to attend. Kristina was successful in gaining agreement by every other participant to attend despite the short notice. She was also able to arrange substitute orgies for those females bumped to allow for the special competition. Vera got Natasha to agree to come as well.

Natasha had been disheartened by the reaction of Lajos to the double pregnancy news. During that initial informative telephone conversation he made virtually no comment and it seemed like he was very impatient to get off the line. Since that call he avoided further contacts and ignored all requests for communication. His silence frustrated her to no end and made her reconsider her situation. 

Natasha could understand if Lajos had been furious or even angry; especially since he had no idea that both her mother and she had been deliberately trying to get pregnant. It goes without saying that she would have been delighted if he had expressed joy. However, it was unfathomable to her that he had no apparent reaction whatsoever to the news and that that he had virtually disappeared on them since. As she stewed over the situation she became miserable with the thought that her happiness of being pregnant was becoming spoiled. She even became celibate for the time. Sex with her mother just had no appeal anymore because of the link with Lajos associated with their incestuous relationship. 

Like her mother though, Natasha was not a woman to allow negativity to overwhelm her. If Lajos did not want to be a father so be it. She certainly had the financial wherewithal to raise her child. Besides with her mother and her new child there would be lots of home love for her own child without the input of the father. So when Vera contacted her she accepted with alacrity participation in the special orgy.

As Natasha saw it if nothing else the sex available at the orgy never mind just the contest, should be sufficiently enjoyable to satisfy her normal sexual desires which she had been suppressing as she underwent that period of celibacy. Her sexual desires enhanced by her pregnancy were absolutely at odds with her melancholy mood reaction to Lajos' apparent indifference to becoming a father. So she concluded that it was high time to end her period of celibacy. Although the contest necessitated having sex with her mother, such was not an anathema to her since there was no connection to Lajos attached to it. Natasha had a commitment with the Chicago Symphony that Saturday morning that she could not get out of. As a result she did not arrive in Dallas until 4:30 PM. With special permission, Vera picked her up at the airport in the Bentley. Kristina had intimidated that no matter the outcome of the estate, that Vera might as well take possession of this vehicle. She did not want it because of the connection to Solis whom she had fired within hours of St. Clair's death.

Notwithstanding their incestuous lesbian relationship, Vera in sexual discussions with Natasha had been reticent in describing in graphic detail of her own sexual experience. However, she had kept her daughter fully advised of the customary activity of the TLR orgies. Thus Natasha had a very good idea what to expect and was eagerly looking forward to her first visit.

When Vera and Natasha finally arrived at the ranch the other ten women slated to compete in the Mothers and Daughters contest had already arrived. They were all assembled in the contest hall for a full service pre contest dinner meal. In addition to these ten, Charlotte Thornton, the Oscar Award winning actress was with them in her capacity as emcee and judge of the competition. Since Kristina was a competitor, Charlotte was recruited to run the contest in her stead, and to explain the rules of the contest.

Since Reggie Williams' death, Natasha was cognizant that she had led a libertine lifestyle; more licentious than even the contemporary amoral society would countenance as norm. Although not privy to the exact graphic details of her mother's sexual history, Natasha was generally aware of how sexual Vera had been, so that she attributed her own sexual free spirit nature as something she had inherited. So just to reassure the notion that she was not some sexual freak she was eager to meet the members of the Texas Love Ranch. Apart from the expectation of great sex, the opportunity of meeting like minded people was especially attractive.

Amongst her everyday friends and acquaintances, of which she had plenty, Natasha always felt constrained in sexual conversations. She knew she was considered to be a slut and a bimbo by her peers for becoming pregnant as a result of a one night stand without birth control protection; the story Vera had concocted to disguise the actual circumstances of conception. 

Natasha believed that she would be disowned by her friends if they knew that she actually became pregnant as a result of three-way sex with her mother who virtually simultaneously also became pregnant with the man they shared. And she knew that none of her friends would condone the ongoing incestuous lesbian relationship she had with her mother. Therefore, Natasha viewed her visit to the TLR as an opportunity to make new friends with whom she could be sexually candid and who would not be adversely judgmental. 

Natasha was not disappointed. After introductions to each other, and Charlotte had finished describing the rules of the upcoming contest, the women during the dinner took turns to recount some of their experiences at previous orgies. It seemed to Natasha that their stories mirrored somewhat her own escapades. It left her with a sense of belonging to a community of truly sensational and sexual women; and she was one of them.

Considering her previous association with Pamela Rose, the story of Pamela's first orgy with Sally Browning was not surprising to Natasha. Not privy to the details of her mother's sexual history, she was intrigued to hear the details of Vera's Damsels in Distress adventure. Natasha then recalled that this orgy happened during August before the start of her junior year and before her tour with Pamela in the Deep South. That realization made Vera's telling more delightful to Natasha especially since Vera did not reveal to the group the reason she made the spur of the moment decision to get to the Ranch on that occasion.

The star raconteur, though, was Chloe Hamilton. Even though everyone was naked, Chloe's nakedness was still more startling. For one thing at 6'2" tall she was easily the tallest woman in the gathering which in turn made her female attributes more alluring. The most unusual aspect of her naked physical appearance was the oversize area of her areola on her breasts. As a result, in her everyday life, she was unable to wear a low cleavage dress without part of her areola invariably exposed.

Since the women at the orgies were allowed to wear jewelry, Chloe took full advantage to enhance her appearance. She wore an ostentatious necklace comprised of rubies and sapphires. It was a gift given to her by her first lesbian lover who was obviously totally enthralled with the experience.

In addition she wore five bracelets on her left wrist and four bracelets on her right wrist plus five anklets on each ankle for a total of nineteen bracelets adorning her body. Some of the bracelets were studded with pink amethysts and others were decorated with purple amethysts.

Chloe explained that each bracelet was a preordained gift from each of the nineteen members of the University of Minnesota football team whom Chloe entertained in a gang bang to celebrate her nineteenth birthday. The pink amethyst bracelets were donated by the men who were circumcised while the purple amethysts were given by those men who were uncircumcised. 

Those women, obviously including Natasha, who had not known of this anecdote, were totally stunned by such sexuality as none of them could conceive of having the temerity to participate in such an extreme sex activity. Even those who were aware of this story were likewise impressed by Chloe's wantonness, and knew she would be a formidable competitor in the TLR sexual games in general.

As a final adornment, Chloe wore the TLR body chain belt which she had won in a TLR Daisy Chain game in the first orgy she had attended. This led her to detail her first orgy at the TLR which recounting was deliciously laced with self deprecating humor. For those who were unaware, Chloe advised that she had lost her virginity less than a year prior to that initial visit. 

Her boyfriend, who had deflowered her and subsequently became her husband, started her on her sex life by the ruse of being her sex tutor. He was instrumental in arranging for Chloe's visit for an orgy at the Texas Love Ranch as her "graduation" lesson of her sexual education.

The "sex" lessons presented by Randy Hamilton started as a lark but took on an earnest quest by Chloe to explore all things sexual. Naturally when she attended her first orgy at the TLR she was determined to make the most of it by having as varied quantity and quality of sex as possible. That was why she fucked a hermaphrodite and an octogenarian; two sexual experiences not normally available to a female of nineteen years of age. Little did Chloe know at the time that fucking John St. Clair would provide such a huge future reward.

In recounting her story she couldn't help but remark:

"Of course I had no idea that my fucking Mr. St. Clair had such an impact on him and had pleased him so much that in his Will he bequeathed me, gold bars worth $5 million as a thank you. Had I known he was going to be so generous I would have fucked him a second time. After all $5 million doesn't go as far nowadays as it used to."

Everybody laughed at Chloe's outrageous joke. The manner in the way she recounted her sexual adventures confirmed that she had the most irreverent outlook on her own sexuality. Although there was some sexual tension in light of the impending competition; the story telling dispelled the same and promoted a sense of camaraderie among all the mothers and daughters.

Vera for one was grateful for this joyous atmosphere as she could sense by Melody's demeanor that the latter had no inkling that Vera had been her late husband's mistress. Vera was grateful that Linda Snyder had kept this a secret. For compelling reasons Linda had revealed their lesbian affair to her sister Brenda but apparently she kept silent as to Vera's affair. Thus only Natasha and Linda were privy to Vera's affair with the late Richard Snyder.

Since Melody was in the dark concerning Vera's affair, it was not an awkward situation for Vera to meet her and her daughter Connie for the first time. Actually the three of them laughed at the irony of this their initial mutual meeting. They remarked that it seemed strange that Vera's business partner was the son and brother of these two women and yet their first social meeting of each other occurs at an orgy of the Texas Love Ranch. But then Vera observed that actually they had met each other before:

"Not to put a fine point on it but in reality we have met each other before as I was a guest to Walter's wedding. But as I was then merely his co-worker this obviously was not a significant introduction."

As Melody laughed and appeared non committal to that remark, Vera was satisfied that it was clear that neither mother nor daughter suspected her of the affair with Richard Snyder. With such a monkey off her back, Vera presumed she would have future delightful dealings with them free of any trepidation.

As the start of the contest was at hand, the six pairs of mothers and their daughters and Charlotte assembled at the contest site. Six super king sixed beds each with a chalk board at its side had been set up with comfortable spectators seats arranged around each bed. The other orgy attendees had also arrived; a full complement of twenty-four men and eleven females making up the usual forty-eight participants in a typical TLR orgy. 

Standing beside a table containing two bowls of tickets, Charlotte took charge and addressed the crowd:

"Welcome everyone to a special TLR competition, the first of its kind. As you have all heard one of the founders of the Texas Love Ranch, John William St. Clair died eleven days ago and his funeral was held last Saturday. As a result last week's orgy weekend was cancelled, the first such cancelation in the club's twenty-two years history. You may also have heard that just before he died he married Kristina Vargas, the other co-founder of this club.

It was John's last fondest wish that his marriage be celebrated more than his death be mourned. Tonight's contest was his brainchild to celebrate Mother's Day with a contest to determine the most sexual mother-daughter combination of the Texas Love Ranch. The first couple he had in mind of course was his wife Kristina and her daughter Vickie. Now curiously enough although having unlimited opportunity to attend any orgy as Kristina's daughter, this is only Vickie's second appearance at a TLR orgy. And she vows to make the most of it."

Everyone tittered at this observation and the crowd of twenty-four men and eleven female orgy participants broke out in a spontaneous chant:

"Vickie! Vickie! Vickie!..."

Charlotte continued once the chanting died down:

"Mind you in Vickie's only appearance, she teamed up with her mother to win an 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest. Obviously then this pair, designated as Pair 'A' will be a heavy favorite.

The crowd cheered with shouts of "Bravo!" and Charlotte continued:

"Pair 'B' will consist of Hannah Rose and her daughter Pamela. We all know of Pamela as a TLR member of which the general public has no clue, but of course like the general public, we know of her day job as one of the most admired popular music singer of our time. Now you might not know this but Pamela's initial visit to the TLR was a gift from her mother to celebrate her eighteenth birthday; and did Pamela ever celebrate her entry to official adulthood! Her conduct was so exotic and erotic that Kristina decided to award for the first time the now coveted TLR chain body belt the prize for all TLR contests."

As Pamela Rose was a most admired colleague amongst the TLR membership, the crowd spontaneously without any prior prompting cheered lustily and chanted:

"Pamela! Pamela! Pamela!...."

Charlotte held up her hand to quiet the crowd and continued:

"Pamela's mother, Hannah, a charter member, is no wallflower either. Besides being a favorite partner in our orgies, she has enjoyed some regular companionship of a boy toy squeeze some twenty years her junior for the past two decades. True to her sexuality and as charter member of our club, naturally Hannah's boy toy has been happily married having sired a passel of children to keep his wife busy during their dalliances. Apparently the said boy toy --of course he is no longer a boy-has kept his wife sufficiently happy that she has not been vexed by her husband's periodic absences from the marital bed. I dare say that Pamela and Hannah should be a formidable pair in this competition."

The crowd broke out in laughter at Charlotte's droll description, and started chanting:

"Han Nah! Han Nah! Han Nah!...."

Charlotte again held up her hand to quiet the chanting and continued:

"Pair 'C' is Sally Browning, another charter member, and her daughter Beverley. Sally is a highly prized partner in our orgies as her prowess in performing fellatio is legendary. She teamed up with Pamela Rose in that remarkable orgy where she and Pamela became the initial recipients of the TLR chain belt. Her daughter Beverley had a very enjoyable initial visit to the TLR. She met the delectable Rex Hudson, the heart-throb of virtually every straight female on the planet. They enjoyed each other's company so much that they soon became husband and wife. Who needs a dating service to find one's soul mate when the TLR is available?"

The crowd became excited again and mimicking the ubiquitous "USA" chanting mantra began to scream:

"TLR! TLR! TLR!...."

Charlotte was now laughing at the spirit being displayed. It augured well for a very successful sexual contest. Quieting the crowd again she continued:

"Pair 'D' is Melody Snyder and her daughter Connie. This pair has the distinction that the daughter, Connie, became a member first of the TLR before her mother. Melody having become a widow was, sigh! not getting any. Her thoughtful daughter suggested a solution i.e. membership to the TLR. Melody took to the TLR activities like a duck to water. She is without a doubt one of our more enthusiastic mature female member seldom lacking a willing partner for customary TLR romps."

The crowd laughed at Charlotte's information and by this time they were prone to instinctively react to each introduction. For the Snyder females they spontaneously without direction split into two groups to utter a three syllable followed by a two syllable refrain in a compelling tempo. The first half of the crowd would cry:

"MEL___O____DEEEE" 

The second half would reply:

"CONN_____EEEEEE..."

and so it went on for a while: 

"Mel-o-dee...Conn-eee; Mel-o-dee...Conn-eee; Mel-o-dee...Conneee..."

Charlotte again had to quiet the crowd but she was not in the least bit frustrated. She sensed this was about to become another legendary night for the Texas Love Ranch. So she continued:

"Pair 'E' is not strictly speaking a mother and daughter pair but a mother and daughter-in-law relationship. However considering the 'daughter' is none other than Chloe Hamilton aka the Minnesota Enchantress the TLR management was of the opinion that this pair ought not to be excluded. There can be no one more committed to the purpose of the TLR than Chloe Hamilton. 

Not only did she get married on our premises but she gave birth to her daughter here after having competed in the 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest which was won by Pair 'A'."

The crowd naturally chanted:

"Chloe! Chloe! Chloe!...." 

As the chanting simmered down, Charlotte was able to add somewhat as an afterthought:

"The 'mother' of pair 'E' is Rochelle Hamilton, a charter member. Not only is her daughter and son members but her husband as well. The Hamiltons are truly family to the TLR."

The crowd resumed chanting Chloe's name with renewed vigor. Rochelle was not slighted as she knew her daughter was a more dynamic female and truly revered amongst the TLR membership. When the crowd's vocalization died down, Charlotte said:

"Last but not to be outdone is Pair 'F' probably our most automatic choice couple to participate in this competition; it's as if this contest was designed for them to participate in. Despite their remarkable similarity in physical appearance Vera and Natasha Starikovich are indeed mother and daughter not sisters. No doubt such striking similarity is due to the fact that Vera popped Natasha out when she was only fourteen on St Valentine's Day no less!"

Vera had also become very much admired amongst the TLR membership especially as a result of the 'Damsel in Distress' contest. So naturally the crowd started chanting:

"Verrrrr...Ah! Verrrrr...Ah! Verrrrr...Ah!...."

When the crowd quieted down, Charlotte added:

"Now the most observant ones amongst you might suspect given their current physical shape that both mother and daughter of this pair are enceinte. I can advise that they are indeed pregos; they are almost simultaneously so with more or less the same due date for birth. This happy coincidence occurred because Vera and Natasha in continuous threesomes shared the same sire during their last Christmas-New Year mutual holiday vacation. Now is that not a quintessential TLR lifestyle achievement or what?"




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 32



The audience laughed at this outrageous observation and began chanting again in the 'USA' mode:

"Star EEE Cove Which! Star EEE Cove Which!...."

After the noise subsided, Charlotte added:

"For those of you wondering about Natasha's status; TLR management has accorded her temporary membership for this contest with the expectation that she will become a full member in due course. You may know that Natasha, an accomplished violin virtuoso with the Chicago Symphony, teamed up with Pamela Rose on a highly successful three city cross music genre tour in the Deep South about a year and a half ago. I'm advised by Pamela that Natasha was not shy in after concert activities with the band and that she could vouch for Natasha's suitability as a member to our club."

The audience laughed uproariously as they had no doubt as to what to imagine by Charlotte's revelation. So they started chanting:

"Nas...Tee! Nas...Tee! Nas...Tee!....."

As this chant died down, Charlotte observed:

"I must say the exuberance displayed by you guys sure promises for an exciting contest; possibly one of the best ever at this club. Now let me inform you all of the proposed procedure of this most interesting sexual game. Since Kristina Vargas is an actual competitor, she has relinquished her normal duties as emcee and judge at TLR contests to me. However I have reserved the right to participate with the eleven other female non-contestants to preserve the symmetry of the contest.

Basically each of you gentlemen and each of you ladies including me will enjoy, at least it is believed you will enjoy, one threesome session with one of the mother and daughter pairs lasting approximately about forty to forty-five minutes."

The crowd could not help but interrupt with laughter again at the playful euphemistic description of the planned sex. Undeterred Charlotte continued: 

"The mother and daughter competitors will have a fifteen to twenty minute break between sessions to freshen up and prepare for the next session. Those of you who are quick in mathematics and math logic will deduce that the contest will last approximately six hours so that each orgy participant can be accommodated by one of the competing mother and daughter pairs."

Again the crowd tittered at this description as well but Charlotte persevered: "As you can see six beds have been set up for the contest. Each bed has a chalk board near it marked with a letter from A to F. Thus each pair of mother-daughter competitors has an assigned bed pursuant to the designated letter introduction I had just cleverly completed. Each mother-daughter pair will entertain in their assigned bed in order: a man, then a woman, then followed by two male sessions, followed by a woman and finishing with a man."

Everyone applauded and approvingly chanted:

"Threesomes! Threesomes!...."

At this point Charlotte whimsically observed:

"My goodness but your enthusiasm is truly electric. But I fear if there are too much interruptions we might not be able to start the contest before midnight."

As it was not yet 8:00 PM, the planned starting time, the crowd laughed good naturally at this exaggerated conjecture. Charlotte then continued:

"Now some of you may think that it is all well and good that each one of you will enjoy the charms of one of the delectable mother-daughter competing pair for about forty-five minutes; but might wonder what you one will be doing while waiting for your turn on one of the beds. For that matter you might also wonder what to do after you have experienced your turn. Well I'm glad you asked."

A wag in the audience declared:

"I didn't ask!"

Without skipping a beat, Charlotte retorted:

"Never mind I'm going to tell you anyway."

Everyone laughed again as Charlotte continued:

"You will notice that five comfortable chairs are arranged around each bed. Thus those of you not engaged in the action on the bed will be viewing the same while comfortably ensconced in a said chair."

The undisciplined audience in a moment of inspiration chanted briefly:

"Peeping Tom! Peeping Tom!..."

Charlotte answered:

"Lest you think the viewing serves merely to titillate your libido while waiting to actively participate in some sexual action, think again. Instead this planned viewing is the most relevant factor in determining the winner of our contest."

Now clearly intrigued by Charlotte's information, the crowd became totally silent as they listened intently while Charlotte continued:

"As you know in most sporting events, winners are objectively determined. Thus in the Olympics there is no question who wins a race or who wins say a tennis match. However some events are designed for subjective judgments to determine a winner; as example figure skating, diving, gymnastics and the like. Likewise up to now all TLR contests have been determined by objective results. For example the winner of Messalina's Challenge is the lady who can satisfy the most partners usually in a set time period with a tie-breaker event to settle ties. And I modestly remind you all that I am a past winner of a Messalina Challenge whereby in addition to the gold body chain I won the right to be a third on Chloe and Randy's honeymoon. That prize certainly was worth the contest."

The audience broke up into uproarious laughter as this and chanted again:

"Threesomes! Threesomes!..."

But as they were now definitely interested in description of the contest, this chanting did not last long so Charlotte continued:

"Tonight's contest on the other hand will be determined by the judgment of those viewing each three-way action. After watching a session, you will be called upon to adjudge how hot was the action you had just witnessed. You will score each interlude on a scale of 5 to 1: with five being excellent, four being good, three average, two mediocre and one poor."

Charlotte further elaborated:

"For better certainty on how to score the sessions with the view of having some objectivity, the TLR management suggests these guidelines for your determination. For a score of five you are totally thrilled and exhilarated at what you had seen. Some originality in the sexual action will be noticed. The action should induce male viewers to sport an erection without any manual prompting and female viewers to become automatically wet down there. For a score of four you will be sexually excited at what you had seen. Male viewers will get to a solid erection with just a few yanks on their member."

At this point some of the men chanted:

"Hard On! Hard On! Hard On!...

When the interruption died down, Charlotte continued:

"Female viewers for relief will be desirous to touch intimately. For a score of four, whether male or female, you will be eager to participate in sex again as soon as possible. For a score of three you would be entertained. You will be breathing heavily and happy to be a spectator. Definitely the caliber of sexual action will be superior to anything you can see in a typical porn video."

Charlotte concluded the scoring parameters:

"To award a score of two it would mean you would have been disappointed. The sex would be lacking; a definite je ne sais quoi that you can't put a finger on. You would be tempted to shout out suggestions to improve the quality of the viewed sex, but please restrain. In fact it would be imprudent for anyone to encourage or discourage any of our mothers and daughters competitors. As for a score of one, you would be bored. The sex is totally lame. The participants are not into it but are merely going through the motions. You are impatient for the session to conclude so you can enjoy better the next session." 

The crowd buzzed amongst each other as they digested the proposed scoring of the contest.

Charlotte next detailed:

"Doing the math the minimum score per session for each pair would be 5; the maximum would be 25. For the entire contest the minimum is 30 and the maximum is 150. Thus the winning mother-daughter pair will be the one that accumulates the most points for the evening after the six rounds. Should there be a tie an 'overtime' sudden death so to speak round will settle the winner; details of same will be stipulated should the occasion arise." 

Charlotte then pointed out the logistics of the contest:

"Two members of tonight's staff, Ivan Croft and Stella Street will be tabulating the scoring and will post results on the Pair's chalk board. They are also available to supply any requests the competing mother-daughter pairs may have to facilitate the sexual activity. 

Now there will be an orderly progression of the rounds determined by a chance drawing. You notice on this table that there are two bowls full of tickets which each are marked by a letter from A to F and a number marked from 1 to 6. The men will draw from the bowl where the tickets contain numbers 1, 3, 4 or 6; the women will draw from the other bowl where the numbers are assigned either 2 or 5.

The letter on the ticket represents the team you are on and that will determine how you rotate throughout the contest. For the first round each team will be at the bed of the Pair with the same letter. After each round the teams will progress to the next following designated Pair. So in Round 2 Team A will be with Pair B; Team B will be with Pair C and so on with Team F to Pair A. For the third round Team A will be with Pair C and the rest rotates in accordance with this scheme. The number on the ticket represents which round you will be in bed with the competing mother-daughter pair, and thus the only round where you will not be watching or voting."

And Charlotte concluded:

"For full disclosure, I am a close friend of Chloe Hamilton and thus I might be biased in my judgment. To ensure fairness of the contest, I have assigned the ticket A-5 to myself so that I will not be voting but will be the third on the bed when our team is at Chloe's bed. Those of you with an analytical mind can easily deduce which mother-daughter pair you will be in bed with and when, but not to worry if you are not sure. Before the start of each round Ivan and Stella, will not only post the current score for the competing pair on the chalk boards, but the names of all the team members assigned to the Pair for that round.

You will hear appropriate recorded music during each session which will cease after forty minutes from the start of the session. This thus will signal to the participating threesomes that the session must end within five minutes. It is up to the imagination of the mother-daughter pairs on how to entertain each of their companions to achieve the best results. Naturally a lot of you especially the males might not wish to be passive in the activity and would want to seize some of the initiative. It will be on the mother-daughter pair as to how to accommodate such desires with the view of attaining the highest possible score for the round.

Unless there are any questions then, we can proceed with the drawing to establish the assignments. When you have drawn your ticket the staff will note it so that the contest can begin shortly after all of the tickets are drawn." 

The preliminary details of the contest having been completed, with the participants ascertaining their position from the drawing, the mothers and daughters went to their assigned bed. Vera upon settling her posterior on the bed, bounced up and down on the mattress seemingly testing the firmness to ascertain how much enjoyment she could anticipate. Three of the men who had drawn tickets that designated them to be in bed with Vera and Natasha were aware of such destiny. Upon seeing Vera's rambunctious bouncing on the bed, these men rightly concluded that some awesome sex was in store for them.

The contest then commenced about the planned time of 8:00 PM. Vera and Natasha's first bed mate was Jack Straw a non-descript local member from Fort Worth. Jack Straw was not an exciting man and definitely was not at all innovative in sex. He was the only man destined to have sex with Vera and Natasha who had not noticed Vera's playful initial by-play on the bed. He was not even really aware that the number he had drawn meant that he would be fucking Vera and Natasha in the first round. Instead he was relying on the helpful assisting staff members to direct him.

Straw was fifty-eight years of age and had been married and divorced twice without any children from either union. His two wives basically divorced him out of sheer boredom with their sex lives. And they divorced him despite the fact they did not have an alternative man they were attracted to. They divorced him even though he was financially independent and they had a comfortable lifestyle being married to him. And they divorced him despite the disadvantageous pre-nuptial agreement they were induced to sign at the beginning of their marriage, which meant they took a financial beating in divorcing him.

His wives probably would not have divorced him if he had not insisted on sex. However he did insist on having sex twice a week without fail; and the sex was a severe ordeal. The trouble with the sex was that each occasion was virtually the same without variation; the standard missionary position with very perfunctory kissing being the totality of the foreplay. And he refused to try anything to relieve the tedium. Fellatio, cunnilingus, sodomy and variety in sexual positions held no interest to him. And so his two wives divorced him as they believed they would lose their sanity were they to continue to cohabit with him.

Jack Straw had been a long time friend and acquaintance of John William St. Clair. After his second divorce about three years ago, while privately socially drinking with St. Clair, Straw revealed his sexual problems as a factor in his unsuccessful marriages. St. Clair had been of the opinion that his friend was something of a prig in sexual matters and as a result had never discussed his association with the Texas Love Ranch. However he had no idea how uptight Straw really was. As a result of this candid discussion St Clair decided to help his friend and had Straw join the TLR.

Straw joined the TLR under sufferance of his friend as he was somewhat dubious of the efficacy of a sex club to improve one's sex life; particularly his. However in his conversation with St. Clair, Straw had to admit that his phlegmatic outlook on sex was getting him nowhere near achieving a torrid sex life which his inner spirit insisted that he desired. Thus he attended orgies at the TLR determined to have an open mind while indulging in the most lascivious sexual activity imaginable.

Alas he could not shake his nerdy sexual personality. He was consistently woodenly in his sexual activity. Although he was willing and did engage in a variety of sex while at the orgies, he just could not work up any feeling of ecstasy from his participation. Such lack of feeling was quite evident to all of his sexual partners. As a result he quickly developed a reputation as cold fish and an undesired partner for sex.

Consequently no woman approached him for sex and some even refused him when he made overtures to them. Most women did agree to sex when importuned by him mainly out of politeness. However since there was no expectation of pleasure their focus was speed in the sexual intercourse. Not striving for orgasm on their part, Straw's female partners concentrated on getting him to ejaculate as soon as possible so that they could get rid of him and seek better sex elsewhere. Straw was basically reminded that this type of sex was similar in excitement as any sex he ever had with a professional prostitute.

Although sensing that there really was no real improvement in his sex life by his attendance at TLR orgies, still he remained a member. Jack Straw was a creature of habit and thus once ensconced in a routine he invariably became trapped in it without any independent thought of getting out of it. Anything new in his life was either instituted by others or occurred as a result of circumstances he had no control over.

As he happened to be scheduled for this orgy, he indicated his willingness to participate in the Mothers and Daughters so as not to spoil the fun for others. But he had no anticipation of any particular enjoyment for himself.

Apart from Natasha, who naturally had had no experience with Jack Straw, all of the competitors in the Mothers and Daughters contest were fully aware of Straw's reputation as a lame lover. Thus all of them, with naturally the exception of Vera, were overjoyed when they realized that Straw had drawn the straw, so to speak, which determined that his sole sexual intercourse participation in the contest would be with Vera and Natasha. This meant that they would not be subject to a perceived nuisance. Better yet as Straw's love making abilities were deficient, it follows the scoring for his hour with Vera and Natasha would have to be low. In fact the belief was that scoring might be so low that Vera and Natasha would be too far behind to catch up.

Vera though was not despondent when she realized who their first sexual partner would be. After all in her mind, she believed she had had endured more than her share of abysmal sexual partners in her sexual history. As a result she had learned how to parlay a poor lover's ineptness to a satisfactory lovemaking experience. If anyone can make sexually a silk purse out of a sow's ear, that would be Vera Starikovich. 

Besides sensing that original unrehearsed sexual maneuvers would score big in the judging of this contest, Vera knew she had a secret weapon. In choreographing intriguing sexual activities she could direct Natasha in Russian so as to give the appearance of spontaneous movement to the onlookers. There was no one that she was aware of in the club that knew Russian so Vera was fairly certain she could take such advantage without being found out.

When the contest started, Straw unimaginatively just got on the bed, and sat on the edge to await developments. Vera commanded Natasha to rest on his lap facing him with her legs drawing his upper torso in to her body. Vera on her knees positioned herself at his back and between Natasha's stretched legs. Natasha placed her hands around his neck and leaned to his right to kiss his right ear. This maneuver necessitated her ample boobs to rub against his chest. That sensation was equivalent to a jolt of electricity coursing throughout his body. His cock seemingly on its own volition sprung forward and upward ready to do what it was designed to do.

Vera for her part was swaying her body against his back causing her tits to rub against it. She was able to twist to his left and kiss his left ear. The double osculatory assault on his ears and the double mammary results on his torso had the predictable result: Jack Straw lost his inhibitions and control. He climaxed and he spurted his sperm on Natasha's belly; her skin became all gooey. 

Vera was alerted to what had transpired by his out of character grunting and masculine screaming. She then moved aside and directed him gently to lower his back on to the surface of the bed. Natasha then scrambled on to her knees and scooted forward along his prone body to hover over his head. In this position gravity caused errant cum to drop off her stomach to land on his face. In reaction he stuck out his tongue and swirled it around to slurp up the reachable cum.

Sensing that Straw obviously was not objecting to ingesting his own semen, Natasha adjusted her position. With her left hand placed flat on the bed for balance, Natasha grabbed a hold of her abdomen to enable her to better direct movement. Methodically she rubbed her moist belly on his face so he was able to lick her dry. Team "F", the spectators in this round, of Team "F", cognizant of Straw's staid reputation in the club, were stunned by his acceptance of the bold, audacious sexual play obviously initiated by Vera. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 32



Vera for her part had maneuvered to place herself in a position to lick Straw's phallus clean and ready for subsequent action. Vera's oral action together with his own licking of Natasha's belly caused Jack Straw to remain hard. Vera then directed Jack to get onto his knees and she replaced him in the space he had occupied. Vera then assumed a triangular position; with both her head and her knees resting on the mattress Vera's torso formed a right angle triangle with her ass sticking out in the air.

Pursuant to Vera's instructions Natasha obtained a stick of butter from staff helper, Stella Street. Natasha licked a few times on Vera's anus to cause the hole to gape much to the fascination of Jack Straw along with the Team "F" onlookers. Then she slowly forcibly shoved the stick of butter into Vera's rectum. The butter that split off and that which didn't go into the hole squeezed onto Natasha's hands. She rubbed her hands together and then proceeded to butter massage Jack's cock. The butter in Vera's rectum naturally melted and some of it oozed out and slithered down her thighs.

Jack Straw moved in and wiped the butter directing it onto the crack of Vera's ass to facilitate the forthcoming sodomy. Natasha smiled at Jack, pleased by his initiative. Then she directed a saucy wink at him and worked herself underneath Vera. Natasha's maneuvering allowed her mother to perform some seriously delicious cunnilingus on her in tandem with the sodomy.

Jack Straw got a hold of his phallus and guided his member slowly into Vera's anal opening. Once he penetrated her, he then grabbed Vera's hips to steady himself for the ensuing action. Vera let out a slight gasp upon penetration, but soon it was clear to all the onlookers that she was able to comfortably accommodate his penis in her canal. Vera then involuntarily moved with him to orchestrate a sodomy that appeared so naturally inspired.

The contact of the butter on his cock during the sodomy provided an exquisitely sensuous feeling for Jack Straw. This in turn inspired him to be more virile in his lovemaking, and in that aspect he was in uncharted waters. In all his life he had never been so engaged in sexual activity as he was in this session. Not only was he more active but he became very vocal. 

He voiced inane encouragements such as:

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes! Oh fuck yes. Squeeze my cock Vera. Draw my cum. It's all for you. Oh fuck yes! Oh baby Vera! My cock's on fire. I'll be cumming for you. It's all for you!"

Jack Straw's very animated utterances enflamed both Vera and Natasha in their passion. As a result they were compelled to imitate Jack's exuberance. While tonguing Natasha's genitalia, Vera periodically interrupted her muff diving to twist her head and shout:

"Oh yeah Jack! Fuck yeah! Oh shove that cock! It feels so good! So fucking good! Don't stop! Fuck the shit out of me!"

Natasha, not one inclined to be insignificant in sexual trysts shouted out:

"Ya Jack! Just fuck her. Yeah fuck my Mom good!"

And in the same breath concerning her own joy, Natasha also shouted:

"Oh yeah Mom! That's good! That's so fucking good! Dite my clit Mom! Make me scream!"

The Team "F" Team of onlookers were caught up in the excitement and they joined in a noisy demonstration cheering on the threesomes. Fist pumping into the air they were shouting:

"Fuck that ass! Drill that ass hole! Fuck her good! Fuck that ass!"

The sodomy was prolonged as Jack's testes were depleted from the previously completed ejaculation. However the totally erotic sensation of the butter lubricant on his cock speeded up the normal process of replenishment. Although there was an actual significant elapse of time before Jack ejaculated, the feverous combined sexual activity of Jack, Vera and Natasha, gave the impression that the coitus was short lived. In any case Jack was absolutely lost in ecstasy throughout the sodomy so that when he finally climaxed, he shouted in joy:

"I'm cumming! I'm fucking cumming!"

The Team "F" spectators broke out in lusty cheering and applauding vigorously. The sexy excitement was infectious and powerful. There was no doubt in the minds of each Team "F" member that he or she was voting "5" for grading the performance. To reinforce their excitement and joy, the Team "F" onlookers started chanting:

"Star EEE Cove Which! Star EEE Cove Which!..."

As Jack withdrew his penis a mixture of liquid butter and Straw's ejaculate started oozing out of Vera's ass. Completely out of his character for sexual erotic spontaneity, Jack Straw bent down quickly and lapped up the exiting sticky sexy mixture. Further inspired to engage in even more outrageous sexual play, Jack twisted around so his head was under Vera's ass. In that position he opened his mouth to catch the dripping results of the sodomy.

Vera had looked back to ascertain what Jack was doing. As soon as she realized what he was intending, she moved her ass to position herself better for him to easily catch the dripping sexy goo. Since Jack had voluntarily initiated this brazen action, Vera felt no compunction in force pushing as much of the cum-butter mixture out of her rectum. The spectacle completely astonished the Team "F" onlookers who collectively succumbed to an extremely agitated excitement. 

For relief they jumped out of their chairs and while pumping their fists in the air chanted:

"Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!....."  

That kind of chanting resembled the cries of "Mitt! Mitt! Mitt!..." the supporters of that unsuccessful Presidential candidate would utter frequently at his campaign rallies. The spontaneous very loud demonstration was not unnoticed by the other competitors or the other participants. The involuntary celebration without a doubt signaled that Vera and Natasha were having an outstanding session. A sinking feeling set in the hearts of the other mothers and daughters competitors; Vera and Natasha seemed to be the inevitable winner.

Sure enough when the voting was tabulated by Stella Street and Ivan Croft and noted on the appropriate chalk boards, Vera and Natasha scored the maximum 25. The pairs of Kristina-Vickie and Hannah-Pamela also scored the maximum 25, as they each had sensuous sessions. However, their sessions did not have the magic that were contained in the Jack Straw/Vera and Natasha threesome. 

Actually in hindsight everyone at the orgy got to understand that the contest was never in doubt. The main factor was that since Vera and Natasha had indulged in incestuous lesbian activity and had been involved in a MFF continuing relationship with Lajos, their group sex activity in the contest was just natural and smooth. There was no awkwardness in their partnership, whereas the other mother and daughter pairs were somewhat reticent when interacting sexually with each other. That smooth sexual pleasure between Vera and Natasha was discernible by the viewing voters.

The next round brought home the point. This was the round where the threesomes were FFF, whereby by definition there was no way to avoid some direct sexual contact between each of pair of mother and her daughter. Of the pairs other than Vera and Natasha, only Kristina and Vickie had had a mutual sexual experience, when they won the 'Around the World in 80 Minutes' contest some seven years previously. The rest of the pairs had never had sex with each other. 

In the MFF threesomes that was not much of a problem since typically the focus of the sex was the females pleasuring the sole male. However in an FFF tryst, there is no obvious center of attention and it would be a more exciting spectacle for the onlookers/voters, if all three participants were mutually pleasuring each other.

The female participant for Vera and Natasha in this second round was coincidently Karen Schlagel, the lawyer for St Clair's estate. Karen was not a pretty woman but neither was she homily. Instead she exuded a powerful personality. Whereas Vera's beauty disarmed people upon learning she was actually an accountant, Karen's physical appearance fitted the stereotypical image of a female attorney. As a result most of her acquaintances and co-workers, deemed her to possess a no nonsense dour character.

However during their several professional contacts with each other in the past nearly two weeks, Vera detected a playful sexual disposition in her overall personality. Of course the fact that Vera knew Karen was a member of the TLR helped her discern such of Karen's character makeup. For her part, Karen whose initial impression of Vera was a bubblehead based on her TLR membership reputation, quickly discerned the substance of Vera's character, and was enamored by it. Consequently, when Karen climbed onto the bed there was a heightened sense of anticipated pleasure, between her and Vera.

Their session started somewhat similar to the initial round with Jack Straw. Karen climbed onto Vera's lap who was sitting upright with her body at right angles to the mattress. Karen completely embraced Vera; breasts touching breasts and her hands caressing Vera's back. Vera in turn speared one of her hands to drill and simulate vaginal intercourse on Karen's cunt. With her other hand she was manipulating Karen's clit. Soon Karen was humming pleasure sounds as she and Vera were sharing a smoldering passionate kiss.

Natasha scrambled to the back of Karen. On her knees she bobbed up and down to rub her ample breasts along Karen's back. She leaned to gently nibble on one of Karen's ear. After a suitable erotic time lapse Natasha switched and nibbled on the other ear. In addition to the nips, the feel of Natasha's breath on her neck was driving Karen to a sexual frenzy leading to complete euphoria.

The onlookers, Team "E" in this case, were already sensing that the action would inevitably lead to an adjudicated score of 5 per each onlooker within the parameters as outlined by Charlotte Thornton in the opening instructions of the contest.

Natasha after having achieved a desired heightened passion reaction from Karen abruptly stopped to commence a new phase in the activity. She signaled to Stella Street to give her the double ended dildo, that Vera had prior to the beginning of the round instructed the staffer to procure. With dildo in hand, Natasha maneuvered to a position so that with co-operation from Vera and Karen; she could insert the dildo in their pussies. Karen and Vera had not broken contact in their kissing, and as soon as the dildo was in place; they started gyrating their hips to effect mutual vaginal stimulation.

As Vera and Karen were bumping and grinding against each other, Natasha gestured to the ever helpful Stella Street to fetch the strap-on dildo Vera had also prior to the round instructed her to procure. This dildo had a double harness with a vibrating dildo for penetrating the wearer's partner and a vibrating plug for vaginal or anal stimulation of the wearer. In putting on the dual harness strap-on Natasha inserted the vibrating plug into her anus. Since she was intending to sodomize Karen, and wanting to secure the best psychological bond with the attorney, Natasha believed that stimulating her rectum concurrently with the sodomy was the appropriate path to pursue.

Once she was completely harnessed Natasha uttered in Russian:

"I'm ready."

Vera, thereupon, collapsed flat on her back pulling Karen down on to her. This change of position was sufficiently carefully orchestrated that the kiss was still not broken. The Team "E" onlookers could only marvel at both women's ability to sustain their lengthy kissing without interruption despite the movements of their bodies.

Natasha then received a jar of Vaseline from the ever resourceful Stella Street. Having smeared the Vaseline on the relevant fingers, Natasha began applying the lubricant along the crack of Karen's ass and into her hole. Upon feeling the manipulation on her rear, Karen's sexual euphoria shot up to another plane. 

With her body enflamed in fiery passion, Karen was compelled to finally break from the prolonged marathon kiss. She did so partly as a respite from the increasing burning passion fueled by the continuous kiss and heightened by the apprehension of the obvious forthcoming strap-on sodomy. The cessation of the kiss also allowed Karen to acknowledge what was about to happen to her and welcoming it. 

So Karen in a guttural, but excitable voice uttered:

"Oh ya Natasha! Oh yeah that feels so good! So fucking good! I can feel I'm opening. So fill it Natasha girl! Fill me up! I want to be stuffed both ways!"

Upon completion of the lubrication without applying any Vaseline on the strap-on, Natasha efficiently positioned herself behind Karen straddling Vera's legs as well as Karen's. She then proceeded to penetrate Karen's rosebud opening with the strap-on. When Natasha had entered about an inch, she turned on the vibration mode of the strap-on. The vibration coupled with the feel of the penetration, drove Karen into yet another ecstasy. 

She whimpered loudly:

"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Oh my God!"

In this initial thrust, Natasha was slow and deliberate. She was gentle ever mindful of the applied limited lubricant and the tightness of the fit of the dildo in Karen's rectum. However, contrary to Natasha's concerns, Karen was actually impatient in receiving the full length of the sex toy. 

So sensing Natasha's forbearance, she almost shouted:

"Oh shit Natasha baby don't be a wimp. Just fuck me! Fuck me hard! I can take it! I won't crumble! I won't break!"

Natasha paused her movement once she effected complete penetration by the strap-on. As she always welcomed such pause when she was receiving anal penetration, Natasha assumed Karen would welcome the pause notwithstanding her desperate plea for rough sex. As well Natasha used the opportunity to effect the exact position she desired. She leaned forward and completely draped her upper torso on Karen's back. Although her breasts were tightly pressed against Karen's back, with the optimum position of her feet and knees, Natasha was able to manage to spread her weight effectively so that Karen could easily tolerate Natasha's mass.

As soon as she was satisfied that comfort was assured, Natasha grasped Karen's breasts applying some pain. Karen welcomed the seizure of her tits with a grunt expressing pure joy. Natasha then started to pump the strap-on along Karen's anal canal. With Natasha's movement, Karen was able to accommodate her skillfully enough to still effect sensuous exchange of pleasure by the mutual stimulation of the double ended dildo, between her and Vera.

The visual of this threesome activity was totally compelling to the Team "E" onlookers. The women moved in perfect synchronization to provide an erotic sexual spectacle. The sight of Natasha's ample breasts pressed against Karen's back was especially enticing to the five male Team "E" viewers. The eroticism of the sight of these women fucking was heightened by their vocalization. None of them were quiet. The three of them were grunting and groaning in higher decibels beyond what is considered the norm in such sexual circumstances. In between the non verbal noises all three of them cried out truly inane remarks that could only be ascribed as a reaction to the extreme passion each was undergoing in the coitus.

Vera was already known by club members to be very noisy when fucking whether with a male or female. Although Natasha was unknown the members at the orgy attributed her vocal tendencies to a case of like mother like daughter. However Karen's action took everyone by surprise. She had the reputation of a staid conservative sexual performer. Unlike Jack Straw in that she was animated during sex, still there was a lack of an excitement to her. Most male members didn't mind engaging Karen as they did indeed enjoy satisfactory sex with her, but there was no magic in the experience. Thus Karen's performance with Vera and Natasha was totally unexpected.

Given the truly erotic display of extreme unadulterated hot sex provided by the three women, the Team "E" onlookers jumped to their feet. They were stamping their feet and clapping their hands rhythmically in sync with the sexual actions. In addition the onlookers started cheering and shouting encouragements contrary to the original suggestion and implied instruction to refrain as obliquely enunciated by Charlotte Thornton.

The antics of their spectators had the natural affect to enflame tke passion of the women even more. Their passion became unbearable so that the inevitable orgasms were truly violent; at least in appearance. As soon as Natasha felt the onset of her orgasm her sentient mind registered that it was going to be a mind blowing one. She then disengaged and rolled on to her back to the right of Vera. 

Although she was already hyperventilating something fierce, she had the presence of mind to remove the strap-on and drop it on the floor. Freed from the constraint of the sex toy, she was able to masturbate to relieve the severely painful climax she was inexplicably feeling.

Karen likewise was heavily hyperventilating which made her consciously aware she was in the midst of a torturous intense climax. As soon as she realized that Natasha had disengaged from the sodomy, Karen disengaged from the double ended dildo and rolled onto her back to the left of Vera. Like Natasha, as soon as she was safely prone on her back she also started masturbating to relieve the tension she felt.

Vera for her part was also experiencing a stars and fireworks type of heightened orgasm. She was also hyperventilating as a consequence and she consciously was aware of the need for desperate relief. Thus once Natasha and Karen were both off her body, Vera pulled the double ended dildo out of her vagina and flung it away as far as she could hurl it. Then like the others she started to furiously masturbate her clit and slit.

The sight of the three women side by side masturbating was almost too much for the Team "E" spectators. They started cheering that drowned any other noise in the huge room, somewhat startling all the others. Each woman started slowing down in their hyperventilation as their masturbation affected them differently than what would be the normal consequence of such self stimulation. They each did experience a softer subsequent climax which pleasure tended to defuse the fiery explosiveness of their original orgasm, and started a truly pleasant afterglow. 

In watching intently the completion of the sexual activity, the Team "E" spectators experienced a climax of their own. Some of the males experienced leakage of sperm from their cocks. The pubic hair of the lone female Team "E" spectator had become very moist. To relieve their own tension they started chanting a two part refrain.

They would start by shouting:

"Star EEE Cove Which!"

After a slight pause they would complete by shouting:

"Sley Gull!"

And this two part refrain was repeated for several minutes; they were so agitated that the need to do this chant was compelling. Once the women had recovered from their bizarre afterglow they became aware of their spectators reaction to viewing their sexual activity. They instantly sported warming smiles and waved to the crowd in appreciation. Then without resorting to any preplanning, the women formed a human triangle to end their session by a three-way cunnilingus. Vera was doing Natasha who was doing Karen who was doing Vera.

This erotic triple cunnilingus sexual activity although arguably a provoking sight appeared to be sedate for the exhausted Team "E" viewers. Considering the previous truly hot action and their vociferous reaction these onlookers were clearly grateful for this seemingly peaceful lesbian activity. By the end of the round, every Team "E" voter had no hesitation to register a vote of 5.

At the end of this round Vera and Natasha were the outright leaders of the contest as they were the only pair with a perfect score for both rounds. Kristina/Vickie were able to obtain a 24 to secure second place and Hannah/Pamela were third as their score for this round was a 23. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 33



EPILOGUE:

When the contest and subsequently the orgy ended, the mothers and the daughters in the contest returned to resume their normal day to day activities. Rochelle Hamilton, living in Dallas returned somewhat affected from her participation.

Although she had been a member along with her husband since the beginning of the TLR, she had never been involved in such licentious sexual activity. Although a committed swinger, Rochelle was essentially shy; not flamboyantly sexual like her daughter or for that matter her son or her husband. Usually when she attended an orgy, she limited her sex to standard heterosexual coupling and always behind closed doors.

Although Rochelle had no problems in engaging in sex with several partners at an orgy, she was reluctant to experience group sex or lesbian sex. She had to be in essence coerced into participating in this orgy and contest. She only agreed to attend when Chloe threatened to curtail visitation to her grandchildren. On her return she regretted that she had reacted so woodenly to the sex in the contest and that her lack of displayed emotion cost her and Chloe any chance of winning the contest. Losing the contest was not her paramount regret but her inability to enjoy the sex uninhibitedly was what she could not come to grips with.

Because she had been promiscuous with endless variety of men since she surrendered her virginity, Rochelle always considered herself sophisticated and modern in her sexuality. When she got to know Chloe, she sensed that her daughter far outpaced her in totally unrestrained sexual behavior and outlook. However seeing is believing; and up to now Rochelle had not seen Chloe in action. She and her husband had an aversion to incest. Even though they sponsored their son for membership to the TLR, they had an arrangement with Kristina that neither one of them would be scheduled to an orgy attended by their son. And when their son hooked up with Chloe the prohibition of mutual separation was extended to her as well.

In fact when Chloe implored her to attend this orgy and participate in the contest, Rochelle initially resisted by citing her objection to participate in incest. Chloe though argued that the taboo against incest really applied to heterosexual sex. The case against incest is based upon the possibility of conceiving idiot children and or producing hemophiliacs. Obvious this danger does not apply to lesbian sex.

Besides Chloe pointed out that as they were not related by blood it follows that had they had sex before she had met Randy no one could have labeled such lesbian sex as incestuous. The fact that she would subsequently meet and marry Randy could not logically retroactively alter their prior hypothetical normal lesbian sex act into an incestuous one. Rochelle could not refute that rationale so after Chloe played the no visitation of the grandchildren card, Rochelle gave in and agreed to enter the Mothers and Daughters contest. 

During the contest, Rochelle was absolutely shocked at Chloe's exuberance and enjoyment throughout the contest. She realized that her own lack of visible enjoyment prevented their pair from scoring fives or fours; but she could perceive Chloe's performances prevented their pair from scoring lowly ones and twos. In addition as their bed in the contest was adjacent to Vera and Natasha, Rochelle was witness to the most erotic sex she could have imagined. When the contest was finally over, Rochelle felt that she had shortchanged herself with her membership to the Texas Love Ranch. She concluded from what she saw that there was more to enjoy and she vowed that she would become more adventurous on her next visit to an orgy.

Melody Snyder returned to her home in Grosse Pointe, Michigan with a happy outlook. This was her eighth visit to the TLR and she had never been disappointed in any of these orgies. There was no denying that having three-way sex with her own daughter was the highlight of this orgy; a circumstance she would not have previously been able to have imagined. That concept, in of itself was mind-blowing, and could not but elevate the sexual exhilaration she experienced throughout this orgy weekend.

After the death of her husband Melody had become a miserable acquaintance and her friends started to avoid her company. But after she started her visits to the TLR orgies she effected an hundred and eighty degree turn around in her demeanor. She was now a pleasant companion with a cheery disposition. She was soon constantly invited to various interesting social outings and thereby attracted a lot of attention from suitable males. She started dating frequently and thus expanded her sexual activity. However she resisted all offers to enter into an exclusive relationship. She knew she would not give up her membership to the TLR in return for a monogamous sexual lifestyle.

Sally Browning was not particularly affected by her participation in the contest and in this orgy. She had developed a routine in her life whereby the orgies at the TLR were her outlet to escape the daily grind of her life. To be sure, there was an oddity for her in having a three-way group sex with her daughter, which in of itself would make this orgy visit remarkable and memorable. Nevertheless her greatest satisfaction in life was to see the accomplishments that her daughter had accomplished.

As for Beverley Hudson née Browning, she likewise was not much affected by this orgy. It was memorable in that she had group sex with her mother, but otherwise it was no more or less than the enjoyment she normally derived in each and every orgy she attended. As she led a super woman lifestyle in her marriage with Rex Hudson, the orgies she went to without Rex proved to be a soothing balm; a much needed respite from her hectic and busy day to day living. She wasn't too perturbed that Ivan Croft had cheated in the scoring for their pair since they weren't going to win the contest anyway. She was bemused to see Croft, and she thought that his firing was proper comeuppance for his dastardly interference on the contest. Otherwise she thought no more about the fate of this vile man who had deflowered her in a tawdry manner.

For Connie Snyder, this orgy provided her a much better reward than the gold plated body chain belt won by Vera and Natasha. She finally succeeded in getting pregnant; this being the sixth orgy she had attended without birth control. She had been disgruntled that her lover and business partner, Brenda Porter got pregnant before her and was a mother of a girl. Now at last she was on equal footing with her room-mate; Connie eventually gave birth to a son.

Following Chloe Hamilton's example both Brenda and Connie obtained nannies from Iceland. Naturally these nannies were not adverse to special extra duties. Brenda and Connie were thus content in their relationship. They still held on to the explicit belief that perhaps each of them might one day meet the perfect man for herself. In such case each would revert to an exclusive heterosexual relationship; but until then they would not sweat it. Besides there was the TLR orgies available to satisfy their desires for sex with men.

As for Chloe Hamilton, she was a little disappointed that she did not win the Mothers and Daughters contest, but considering the timidity displayed by her mother, the result was not unexpected. Chloe had to concede that the duo of Vera and Natasha were deserved winners.

Chloe and Vera participated in a MMMFF group sex after the contest. In a remarkable display of compartmentalizing, in between the sexual activity both women were able to exchange some business protocol between them. In particular, Chloe arranged to meet Vera in the latter's LA office to effect transfer of her bequeathed asset to cash liquidity.

With that inheritance Chloe had sufficient capital to launch a first class aerospace consulting firm in Los Angeles. To ensure success she was able to attract two of the most respected aerospace engineers in the country to join her new firm. Both of these men were happy to associate with her since they had no head for business. They knew they would make tons of money under her leadership and thus they were free to concentrate on what they did best; resolving the fascinating technical demands of the aerospace industry. 

In fact both of them brought with them a valuable asset to Chloe's new firm; which was an innovative project to develop the largest airship ever conceived. The prospects of military and private business uses were endless. With Chloe's inherited capital resources the profitable success of the project was ensured. Hiring such heavy duty personnel with such innovative projects on board, Chloe's firm had no trouble in gaining the most lucrative aerospace contracts available in the United States as well as in many other countries with resources invested in the aerospace industry. In no time at all Chloe's consulting firm was the premier one of its kind in the whole world.

As matter of course Chloe engaged the services of Starikovich, Snyder and Company. Benefitting from Walter Snyder's investment skills, it wasn't too long before Chloe Hamilton became obscenely rich. Randy Hamilton, Chloe's husband, was a very successful attorney in LA. Starting with Charlotte Thornton, he developed a high profile Hollywood celebrity clientele and was duly promoted to senior partner of one of largest law firms in the west coast. As a result, Chloe and Randy became one of the most prominent couple in high society in southern California who were not in show business or in politics. Little did the public know that Chloe and Randy were also one of the most prominent couple in the swingers community as well.

Hannah Rose was content with her enjoyable satisfactory, albeit unorthodox lifestyle. This was so despite having started with very normal ambitions and following a path of a typical American success story. Perhaps she had been too anal retentive in her desire to succeed in show business when she left school, but marrying a physician and quitting work to be a stay at home wife and mother certainly falls in the norm of desired achievement earmarked for females in the United States.

However after she gave birth to Pamela, her life took an abrupt turn from society's prescription for appropriate matrimonial behavior. Her husband introduced her to the swingers community and she found that she loved swinging. Her husband died prematurely as a result of a car accident and so her first priority in life became her daughter. Thus in her mindset she felt she had no time to pursue vigorously a relationship with the view of ending her widowhood. Instead to fulfill her sexual needs, Hannah resorted to the occasional foray into group sexual hedonism which provided a welcome tonic to the high pressure of managing her daughter's successful show business career. 

When the Texas Love Ranch was launched she realized she had found her sexual home and unhesitatingly joined as a charter member. Then when she was forty-one years old, she started an affair with Adam Webster a man twenty-one years her junior. The affair started as a favor to Adam's father, who had met Hannah as a member of the TLR. Adam had a skin disorder that made his physical appearance very off putting. His father induced Hannah to seduce his son for a one night stand so that his son could enjoy at least one night of decent sex. However the one night stand turned out to be the beginning of a long lasting torrid affair as there was undeniable chemistry between them.

Because of their vast age difference and despite being as passionately in love with each other as any pair of lovers could possibly be, both Adam and Hannah were remarkably pragmatic about their relationship. They agreed not to marry or live together mainly because Adam wanted children. 

Hannah had had her tubes tied soon after her husband died. Considering her age she could not contemplate on reversing her tubal ligation operation. Adam was able to find a compliant wife, who did not protest; preferring to ignore his adultery in exchange for leading a comfortable lifestyle. As Adam was publisher and owner of a highly successful and lucrative entertainment publication based in New York City, Melissa reveled in her status as the wife of a high profile married couple in America's largest city.

Eventually after having borne four children, Melissa's libido went dormant. She had known that her husband was never going to make passionate love to her, and she had no interest in seeking an extramarital lover. Raising her children and her social life activity were sufficient to provide joy in her life. By tacit unspoken agreement between them Melissa and Adam remained a married couple for public consumption but they rarely had sexual congress.

It was at this time that Hannah gave over the reins of managing her daughter's career over to Vera Starikovich. She moved to New York City and acquired suitable accommodation in Manhattan. Adam and Melissa had settled in a comfortable estate in an expensive neighborhood in Connecticut, and so Adam was free to spend as much time as he wished in Hannah's apartment.

However since all three of them had no desire to change their public social status, Adam did not physically officially move in with Hannah. Consequently Adam was only seen in public with Melissa and Hannah was a satisfied recluse in an otherwise exciting city.

Notwithstanding the regular sex she enjoyed with Adam, Hannah remained a participating member of the Texas Love Ranch. Despite her satisfying sex life with Adam, she still reveled in the orgies at the TLR. The Mothers and Daughters contest at this orgy was truly an exhilarating experience for Hannah. The net effect was that when she returned to New York, she was inspired to become an even more alluring sex partner for Adam Webster. The latter could not be more content with his unusual lot in life.

Life for Kristina Vargas changed drastically after the orgy. As John St Clair's widow, she instantly rose from living in the darker side of a seamy lifestyle not conducive to frequenting respectable high society. Now she became an admired matriarch commingling with the highest social circles in Dallas and in the rest of Texas. Not a bad result marveled Kristina as she recalled she started adult life as a thirteen year old prostitute in Houston turning tricks for a dollar.

In her new social status Kristina naturally developed an aversion to managing the day to day operations of the Texas Love Ranch. She did not want to sell the club since its profits provided a significant cash flow for her as well now for her daughter. Happily she was able to secure the services of a competent replacement. After reviewing her files on all the members of the TLR, Kristina chose Scarlett O'Hara for the position.

Scarlett was about ten years younger than Kristina and was a realtor in Atlanta. In the club she was known for her involuntary farting when extremely excited in her sexual activity. Although she had been highly successful, the dog-eat-dog nature of competitive real estate market had started to sap Scarlett's energy and vitality. In addition her husband of twenty-three years had recently left her upon discovering the secret sex life she had pursued. Consequently Scarlett was happy to accept Kristina's offer especially as the salary compared favorably with her real estate income.

Freed from the chores of managing the TLR orgies, Kristina took full advantage of her new situation in life. She took a full one month vacation to Europe, especially revisiting Paris and Venice. Once back in Dallas she imitated her daughter by starting a relationship with a black lover; Black Jack the retired Master of the TLR's BDSM. He retired from BDSM activity because Kristina wanted him exclusively. To facilitate their affair Kristina provided an income for him as her chauffeur. Kristina mused that this was the position Carlos Solis could have retained if only he had respected her relationship with John St Clair and not be constantly hitting on her while he was alive.

Life for Pamela Rose also changed after this orgy. What spurred the change for Pamela was seeing Vera pregnant. Pamela was about sixteen months older than Vera so in essence she viewed her as a close contemporary. Through their business relations they had become genuine personal friends. What solidified the friendship was that unlike most of her acquaintances, Vera was not a sycophant to Pamela's celebrity status. Vera had achieved remarkable success before she ever met Pamela, and she had achieved such success despite the long odds against her when she became pregnant at thirteen years of age, ran away from her parents' home and had her child before she even started high school. As a result, paradoxically despite her own fame, Pamela viewed Vera as a role model.

With Vera newly pregnant, Pamela developed a longing to become pregnant herself. Although she dismissed her motherly skills as non-existent, Pamela was pleasantly surprised at how well her children had turned out despite her own perceived parental shortcomings. She had to admit that she enjoyed their company and was delighted by their adoration of her. Her children's adoration of her, unlike the flunkies surrounding her, was based not on her celebrity but simply on the fact that she was their mother.

To become pregnant, though, meant that Pamela would have to re-establish a steady sexual arrangement with her husband, Larry Grant. She had no desire to be impregnated by a stranger notwithstanding that there would be no real financial penalty for her; the consequence for such adulterous result pursuant to their extraordinary pre-nuptial agreement had long expired. With this in mind Pamela came to a startling conclusion; resuming a more frequent and regular sex life with her husband no longer held any horror or distaste for her.

Although they had lived separate lives, still their 18th wedding anniversary would occur in about two months after the orgy. They had remained married mainly because of the benefits to their respective careers derived from public perception of them as a happily married couple.

The high point and payoff of such public perception occurred during the one Super Bowl where Pamela was booked to do the half time show. As it transpired Larry's team at the time was one of the competing teams and the coincidence was golden public hype of an already highly hyped sports/entertainment event. That Larry's team won and he was personally named the MVP of the game coupled with Pamela's spectacular and exceptionally entertaining performance made the event especially unforgettable and became the benchmark for the most successful Super Bowl. 

Because of their public appearances as a married couple they periodically had sex. From Pamela's perspective sex with Larry was not good from the get go and it was her greatest apprehension in marrying him in the first place. However as the years went by, they became more used to each other's pleasure desires that the sex had become tolerable and even enjoyable for Pamela. She started to surmise that with more frequency there should be reasonable prospects for achieving even greater sex between them. She had noticed that Larry was more amenable to sexual suggestions than when he had been during the earlier years of their marriage.

As she was contemplating resumption of a regular sex life with her husband, it dawned on Pamela that Larry was about the only male she personally knew with whom she was able to act naturally within her genuine personality. Most of the men she had sex with; whether at the TLR orgies, or with various musicians in her bands or the otherwise happenstance of one night stands, were invariably enthralled with the notion that they were fucking a renowned celebrity. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 33



If they did want to parlay the sexual acquaintance with something more meaningful, Pamela could sense they had an agenda for wishing to do so; and such perceived ulterior motive was off putting for Pamela. In short she was not interested in knowing the men she was fucking. Instead she was only interested in the pleasure derived from the act of fucking them. 

To be sure Larry was pursuing an agenda in marrying her but then it coincided with her ambitions. Pamela recalled her mother's advise on marrying him. It was not like she was in the market for a domestic traditional female lifestyle, i.e. for a man to take care of her in their suburban home as she raised their several children. Instead as her mother pointed out, Larry was an ideal husband for her for the purposes of maintaining a carefully manufactured public image of her that would ensure her show business success. And their marriage was successful along the lines as her mother had planned and she had acquiesced.

Pamela, though was now thinking, that if she did wish to switch gears and pursue a more orthodox married lifestyle, Larry would probably be her best bet after all. True he had an unbelievably obnoxious arrogant personality but she could and did deal with that. Besides considering her show business fame and success he tended to tamp down his arrogance when interacting with her. 

By the same token, considering his own professional success, (Pamela was aware that upon his retirement he was deemed to be one of the great quarterbacks of all time in NFL history) he was naturally not in obsequious awe of her. Ergo there was a mutual respect towards each other's professional accomplishments which produced as normal an equal male-female personal relationship that could be expected under the circumstances.

Pamela had been disappointed in not winning the Mothers and Daughters contest, but then she realized that had they won, it would not have augmented her happiness or pleasure one iota in attending this particular orgy. Upon becoming aware of Vera's pregnancy, and to a lesser extent Natasha's at this orgy, she also realized that she had become somewhat jaded of her licentiousness. Since she had in her possession countless commissioned sexually explicit video recordings of herself, her participation in this orgy merely provoked in her mind a jaundiced reaction akin to the popular expression of "been there; done that; got the t-shirt". 

With such thoughts she resolved to approach Larry to propose he move in with her to pursue a more orthodox marital relationship. The main purpose would be that she wished to become pregnant but she would also want to try a somewhat limited exclusive sexual relationship. Not entirely exclusive mind you as Pamela was not as righteous as the proverbial reformed hooker.

Coincidently Larry Grant was at the crossroads of his life, and Pamela's proposal was most welcome to him. He had been in essence forced to retire from his NFL career two years previously as a result of the nude picture scandal. He was grateful for Pamela's interview which amounted to a standing by her man affirmation. 

The scandal died down quickly and he did not become a public laughing stock as a result. Larry was reminded how lucky he was by the incident considering the downfall of an unfortunate US Congressman from New York City. The Congressman's scandal was somewhat similar in substance but the public reaction and fallout was much more painful and devastating to the politician.

His father had given him a position in public relations for the family businesses. His father owned a conglomerate of business enterprises; the main being a chain of super markets located mostly in the south. Although Larry was competent in the assignment, he detested the job as he had no interest in the business. He constantly wanted to quit but he had the guilt feeling of disappointing his father were he to do so.

During the past football season Larry had accepted a limited assignment from one of the television networks to provide secondary analysis on some of the games. He proved to be remarkably ideal for the position and enjoyed receiving lots of positive feedback from viewers. As a result the network offered a permanent lucrative position for commentary on the pre-game and half-time shows for the next football season. Larry had been hesitant to accept. Since the show was based in the LA studios of the network, it would mean he would have to sever his ties with his father's business.

Happily Pamela's unexpected proposal made accepting the TV deal lot easier for his conscience. His father had been most enthusiastic of Pamela, and had been disappointed that their marriage was not more normal. The prospect of Larry moving out of his home to live with Pamela delighted him no end. Lamar assured Larry that he was not disappointed in his lack of interest in the family business; especially since Larry would start to actually reside with his wife. Besides the business would still stay in the Grant family, notwithstanding his absence. Larry's sister Mary had been working for the company for the past fifteen years minus maternity leave. She was definitely a competent successor.

Now the attractive work consequences for living with Pamela was not at all the primary factor or the sole reason for his acceptance to Pamela's suggestion that they try living more like a normal husband and wife. The nude picture scandal involving Jennifer Sturgis had spooked him to such an extent that he had become virtually celibate. And during this period of voluntary very little sexual activity, he was surprised that he did not feel deprived. He realized he had become jaded with his sex life and with the quantity of mostly bimbos he had bedded. This led him to another startling conclusion: he wouldn't mind limiting his sex life to just Pamela, his wife.

He had been contemplating suggesting to Pamela to attempt an exclusive sexual relationship but he was held back by his awareness of Pamela's licentiousness. On a few occasions Pamela had candidly admitted to him all the kinds of sexual depravities she had indulged in; the extent of which had always taken him by surprise. He did not hold Pamela in contempt for it; at least he was not hypocritical. Considering the countless women he had bedded, he knew he had no standing to condemn her for her sexuality. Besides he married her with his eyes wide open concerning such aspect of her character and the pre-nuptial agreement he signed certainly was congruent to her wishing to pursue a hedonistic sexual lifestyle.

So he never suggested to her that they become mutually exclusive sexually simply because he believed she would never agree to it. As a result he was taken by complete surprise when she made the offer, but he was naturally quick to accept it.

Now what Pamela proposed by way of almost exclusivity was that they would remain faithful to each other with the exception of occasional visits to TLR orgies. She suggested he join the club and they would attend the orgies together and this would be the only extramarital activities they would indulge in. Otherwise she promised she would no longer have sex with any of her band members while on tour or with anyone. And since she wanted to get pregnant their first foray to a TLR orgy would not occur until she became pregnant or they stopped trying for lack of success. Larry had no problem in agreeing to those terms.

In record time Pamela became pregnant, and subsequently gave birth to a son whom she named Lamar after her father. This provided symmetry as her two sons each represented the names of the two grandfathers. News of the pregnancy and subsequent birth was received with great pleasure amongst her fans, and ensured that she would remain popular as ever.

As to the ease of becoming pregnant Pamela recalled that previously in the cases of Peter and little Hannah, she was also successful in getting pregnant rather quickly once she determined to try. Pamela marveled that if nothing else she definitely was very fecund and she took pride in this as it reaffirmed in her mind her sense of her femininity.

Like Vera Starikovich, Pamela was not one to pamper herself, and slow down merely because she was pregnant. With the tremendous success of the Deep South Tour, demand to see her and her band perform, increased exponentially. As a result Pamela had Vera, as her agent, schedule for the foreseeable future, concert dates that would have her on tour an average of nine months out of twelve. And when she did get pregnant she did not let up. She quit performing about one month before her due date and resumed touring about one month after giving birth to Lamar.

With the view of maintaining an orthodox husband and wife relationship especially at home, Pamela obviously did not require her nanny to perform extra "special duties" à la Chloe Hamilton. In fact to avoid temptation for Larry, Pamela deliberately hired the nanny who was the least attractive in physical appearance amongst all those she had interviewed.

Pamela was determined to be a more active mother for her new son Lamar, than she had been with her first two children. Thus she decided to breast-feed him. As a result the nanny and her infant son accompanied her on tour. Larry also attended her concerts as often as he could; whenever his obligations to his TV job would not interfere. Such presence had the happy consequence that it removed any temptation for Pamela to have sex with any member of her band. With Pamela's desire accomplished; she and Larry became one of the hottest couple frequenting the TLR orgies, rivaling Chloe and Randy Hamilton. In particular, Larry's attendance was greeted with great enthusiasm as he became a most desired male sex partner by the ladies of the club. 

Rather than being jealous, Pamela took great pride in being responsible for converting Larry from being a creep in bed to being the consummate partner to the discerning heterosexual female. She also appreciated the irony that the public's perception of the felicity and harmony in their marriage was once steeped in manufactured fantasy, but was now changed into reality.

True to her promise of marital fidelity with the exception of TLR orgies Pamela only fucked her husband. Since each of the members of the band had their own serious girlfriend; they were actually relieved that Pamela unlike the past tours no longer wanted to bed them. This in turn made their performances even more professionally entertaining as there was an absence of sexual tension that might mar an otherwise entertaining concert. 

As they were all excellent musicians, Pamela and her band were arguably the most entertaining group on the popular music tour circuit. The music performed by Pamela and the Dixie Depot was of the highest quality and expanded the genre of popular music. All their concerts were sold out within minutes of becoming available for public sale, and their concerts were universally praised. 

Natasha occasionally performed with them, but rarely. Vera as her agent was only able to schedule Natasha usually about four one night concert dates per year. Natasha's hectic classical concert music schedule provided little opportunity to coincide with Pamela's tour schedule. 

Whenever Natasha was able to join Pamela and her band for a special concert date, the resulting entertainment was always super spectacular. The audiences were truly thrilled and felt fortunate to be able to view it. The demand for attending such concerts vastly outstripped the capacity of the venues where the performances were held. As a result the tickets for such concerts were sold only by mail subscription and were distributed under a lottery system.

One concert that Natasha performed with Pamela became absolutely legendary and provocative. After the hyped almost naked Atlanta concert in the Deep South tour Pamela retained in the back of her mind a desire to perform one time totally naked along-side with Natasha; her band though would remain clothed. Happily Natasha had no problem with such plan. 

Pamela's idea was that a onetime nude performance would make entertainment history for all time. Pamela rationalized her desire by proclaiming that the purpose of her proposed nude performance concert would be the ultimate expression of artistic freedom. It was to explore new horizons in public vocal poetry unfettered by normal clothing restraints. Of course no one paid any heed to such euphemistic and pretentious justification, but were only interested in gaining admittance to such a concert. 

Not surprisingly, every significant municipality in the United States refused to allow such performance license. As it so happens, the libertine City of Amsterdam in liberal Holland had no such problems with Pamela's entertainment vision. As Natasha was available for the concert in Pamela's European tour, the concert was duly performed to an audience that enthusiastically accepted the entertainment. The CD sales of the concert went through the roof; excerpts of same went viral on the internet. Since no other singer(s) had the cojones to imitate Pamela's audacity; this concert in The Netherlands remained a constant uniquely remembered entertainment event. 

It was becoming clear that Pamela Rose had become a legend in popular music. She had become a truly iconic female singer; truly surpassing as a younger alternative to the likes of Cher, Madonna and Tina Turner. The concert in Holland established her forever as an unforgettable show business celebrity; long remembered after her retirement. Life was just delightful for Pamela Rose. 

Domestic felicity and harmony was not in the cards for Vickie Vargas, after this orgy. During the two weeks she was away from Atlanta, she ignored her husband's frequent urgent text messages and voice mails on her original cell phone. Instead, on the day after St. Clair's death she simply texted a onetime reply: "John died. Going to funeral. I'll let u no when I'll be back."

She refrained from sending any more messages until she was leaving the Atlanta airport in the late afternoon Sunday, Mother's Day. She wanted to stay in Dallas longer but there was heavy pressure from her firm to return to work that Monday. Not until she was in her car which she had parked at the airport and started heading to her home, did she contact Greg. She simply texted: "Back in Atlanta driving home. See u soon."

Vickie had no illusions. She expected fully that her homecoming would be stormy, but she did not regret her actions. She vowed to herself no matter how Greg reacted she would not compromise on her desire to have an affair with Johnny Whitaker as well as occasionally dallying with Vera Starikovich. That was her agenda and nothing Greg could say would alter her mind on those two points. Apart from that she was prepared to accommodate Greg as much as he desired in continuing their marriage even so far as to switch to and to maintain a sham marriage. Her resolve was instrumental in quieting her dread in anticipation of the confrontation.

Not surprisingly, Greg Patterson was not a happy camper when his wife entered the front door after a two weeks absence. That they had been virtually incommunicado with each other during the entire time, exasperated his feelings no end. So as soon as he saw her he bellowed in a staccato timbre:

"Where the fuck have you been? Why haven't you kept in touch like you said you would? Why didn't you answer any of my messages? You said you would stay only a week depending on the death of John St Clair. I saw from the news stories that he died the Tuesday, two days after you left and his funeral was that Saturday. So why didn't you have the decency to let me know that you would stay away another week? What about your work? Aren't you in trouble there considering your unexpected absence? And for God's sake why didn't you alert me of your arrival; not until you were driving home. Were you afraid I was going to change the locks?"

'Well', thought Vickie in her mind, 'this obviously is not going to be a pleasant scene.' But as she was expecting a discordant reception, she steeled herself not to be intimidated by his anger. So avoiding the pertinent questions for the moment she quietly responded:

"I've kept in contact with my firm while away so I've no problems there except that I'm expected to be in the office tomorrow."

Greg fumed:

"So your work is more important than your husband?"

Vickie softly replied:

"Be reasonable Greg. You know that I'm a senior partner in the firm so it was not surprising that the firm demanded that I remain at least in daily contact."

Not softened at all, Greg groused:

"So what am I chop liver? That you felt it was unimportant to keep in touch with me?"

Vickie simply replied:

"I needed time to sort things out before I was ready to deal with you."

Incensed at the obvious reference to his adultery which tended to diminish his justification for his anger towards her, he retorted aggressively:

"God dam it Vickie! You know that the woman you caught me with meant nothing to me and to our marriage. If you had given me a chance to explain...."

Given her agenda Vickie did not want to go where Greg was heading, so she interrupted him:

"You're quite mistaken in you assumption, Greg, as I really don't give a shit at who you fuck apart from me. When I saw you in bed with the other woman, my main thought was simply that since you demonstrated failure to adhere to our wedding vows it must mean that I'm free to do so as well. So I took advantage that night by going to bed with a black gentleman with whom I'm acquainted."

Greg's complexion turned to a vivid red as he became hot with rage at what she had just said. He sputtered in dreadful anger:

"You fucked a nigger?"

Vickie had always suspected that deep in his heart her husband was a latent racist who had to constantly suppress such feelings in contemporary society. Her purpose to admit to having sex with a black man was to goad him to uncontrolled anger such that he would lose any advantage in rational discussion as to how to continue their marriage by mutual consent. Still, she was somewhat taken aback by the bitterness of his anger and she wondered if she had gone too far. 

So she replied:

"Come on Greg, don't be so uncouth. We are living in the second decade of the 21st century. Such sentiment is beneath you and belongs in the distant past."

But Greg repeated still in hot anger:

"I can't believe you fucked a nigger!"

Vickie was starting to become alarmed at his anger and was starting to fear for her physical safety. So she tried to lower the temperature by replying:

"Please Greg get a grip. Since we've both committed adultery surely it should be immaterial who our partners were."

But Greg was not to be mollified. And his next words truly shocked Vickie:

"Get out! Get the fuck out!"

Although Vickie was absolutely startled by his demand, in the back of her mind, her brain was doing a happy dance to signal that this was the resolution she actually desired. So she coolly responded: 

"Careful at what you say Greg. If I leave now I won't return."

Greg had yet another surprise for Vickie as he spit out:

"Just fucking leave! And take your bastard son with you. He's upstairs with Tameka. I just as soon not see him again either."

Vickie couldn't believe the totality of Greg's rage. She meekly protested:

"But he is your son too."

Greg snarled:

"Oh yeah slut? How can I be so certain?"

Vickie cringed at Greg's insult but she replied with dignity:

"A simple DNA test can prove one way or the other."

But Greg had started on a path from which he did not wish to waiver. So he reiterated:

"Whatever! Just get out of my sight and take the boy with you."

"OK! Sure Greg!"

That ended the confrontation. Vickie quietly left for the master bedroom, and packed an emergency supply of clothes. Then she gathered Greg Jr. and advised Tamika, the employed nanny, that she would be in touch later as soon as she made new living arrangements. Once she got in her car, she again drove two blocks and parked to ensure no interference from her husband. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 33



She got a hold of one of her closest friends at her workplace, Desiree Jefferson, a paralegal in the firm, who lived with her mother. Apprised of the situation, Desiree agreed to provide accommodation for Vickie and her infant son temporarily, until Vickie could obtain her own residence. Desiree's mother who was retired agreed to look after Vickie's son while they were both at work.

The next day, Vickie was enthusiastically greeted on her return to work by the staff. Considering her work-load that had accumulated during her absence, it became clear that Vickie had become a very important partner in the firm. And considering the joyful atmosphere surrounding her, it was also clear that she was one of the most popular lawyers of the firm. 

All the divorce lawyers of the firm campaigned eagerly and blatantly to represent Vickie in her separation negotiations from her husband.Vickie was gratified by her reception on her return to the office as it took the emotional sting out of the unpleasant confrontational domestic homecoming.

During that week, Vickie engaged a realtor who showed houses that fit the parameters that Vickie had set out as desired. On Wednesday night the realtor was able to present a property that Vickie deemed perfect for her. It was a 2,600 sq ft spacious two storey home in the countryside about a forty-five minutes drive from her office in downtown Atlanta. The house was situated on property about 1.5 acres in area and was completely surrounded by trees that afforded substantive privacy from neighbors and the connecting highway.

Vickie made an offer within the range of what the owners wished and as they were eager for a quick sale accepted immediately the next day. The house had been vacant so Vickie was able to move in almost immediately. Acquiring an advance from her inheritance with Vera's assistance, Vickie was able to produce the cash to meet the purchase price and thus she was able to move in on Saturday the next week, as the sale closed the day previously. 

The house was absolutely ideal to carry on a clandestine affair with Johnny Whitaker. She had been in constant touch with Johnny while in Dallas and they even engaged in some periodic phone sex during that interval. Vickie and Johnny got together the Tuesday night of her return deliberately utilizing the very same hotel room of their first tryst; they were mutually big on nostalgia. The sex naturally was spectacularly satisfying but even better for Vickie was the surprising news he revealed to her which he had kept from her during their communications while she was in Dallas.

Apparently during that first week when Vickie was in Dallas, Dianne, Johnny's wife, troubled by a pang of conscience had confessed to him that she had fallen in love with a socially prominent married man, Jimmie Lee Tate. They had been involved in an affair for several months now and intended continuing it but they did not want to end their respective marriages. Dianne admitted that ending the marriage would do irretrievable harm to her career, but if push came to shove she was prepared to leave if he could not stand being cuckolded.

And Diane was prepared to leave even though there was virtually no chance Jimmie Lee Tate would leave his wife. Tate was married to very wealthy socialite, Patty Mae (née Spurlock), of old Atlanta money who was in reality asexual. Patty Mae was more absorbed with her status as a prominent member of high society of Atlanta than concerned about the mundane reality of her every day personal life. She had married on the recommendation of her parents, as Jimmie Lee Tate was also from a socially prominent family of Atlanta albeit not as wealthy as the Spurlocks. Actually the Tate family was poverty stricken but still managed to display and inspire respectability.

Patty Mae dutifully produced two children within four years of marriage, but then called a halt in their matrimonial intimacy. Bored by her husband's indolence and inconsequence, she advised him that she would prefer to forgo sex in their marriage declaring that she derived more pleasure from masturbation. Because of the pre-nuptial agreement she had him over a barrel and was free to disparage him as much as she wished. If their marriage was dissolved for whatever reason, he would get nothing of her fortune and just a pittance of alimony.

However there was value for her to remain married to him and she was not motivated enough to desire to get rid of him; especially since she really was not interested in having sex altogether. As a result, she offered a new private agreement between them. As long as he would not live openly with another woman (or another man) but instead stay visibly living with her, he could have sex with anyone he wanted so long as the couplings would be discrete and out of the public eye. So long as he adhered to such restrictions and be available for various public social events, as she from time to time required to preserve their public image, he would receive an allowance adequate enough to maintain his current lifestyle. As Jimmie Lee Tate truly had no skills or talents to adequately fend for himself in this cruel world, he had no option but to accept his wife's terms.

Dianne and Tate met at a mutually attended New Years Eve ball. They happened to dance together and she was taken by his personality. As Dianne and Johnny had reached an unspoken understanding in their marriage whereby occasional adultery would be tolerated so long as the same was hidden, she was vulnerable to seduction by this charming rogue. Soon she was in bed with him and an affair had commenced.

As Dianne was confessing to Johnny, she made it clear that she had fallen in love with Tate and out of love with him. Although the frequency of sex between them had not diminished during this affair, she was no longer deriving any pleasure from it. Thus she wished to refrain from sex with him, as she longer wanted to continue the charade of a happy intimate marriage between them. However since marriage to Tate was not in the cards, she was willing to do whatever Johnny wanted given his political aspirations.

Johnny summed up his reaction by relating to Vickie:

"I was totally pissed at Dianne. Of course not for the fact that she had cheated on me since, if you pardon the expression, I'm not exactly lily white on such matters. But it infuriated me that she had picked such a lousy loser for a lover. I mean I loved her and revered her. I was proud to be known to be married to such a sophisticated, sharp not to mention beautiful woman. I don't deny that it bolstered my ego. That she prefers to exclusively fuck him, a good for nothing parasite, just rots my socks." 

Vickie was in total sympathy as she said:

"I understand. I, of course, know both Patty Mae and Jimmie Lee, and I've always considered her to be a high society bimbo and an airhead. That she is capable of actually managing her monies is surprising to me. As for Jimmie Lee, he always has made my skin crawl whenever I've had contact with him. Once when he propositioned me, presumably not with serious intent, I retorted to the effect that if he were the last man on earth available, I would seek out a woman."

Then recalling the applicable detail of Johnny's recital of Dianne's confession, Vickie giggled and observed:

"Jimmie Lee must thank his lucky stars at meeting your wife. Considering his own wife prefers masturbation to fucking him, and I advised him that I preferred a woman to fucking him, his male ego could not be that high after such declarations. Mind you on that latter score, I must say Johnny you are about the only man I would prefer to fuck over what I expect will be my alternative lesbian lover; she is that good in bed."

Quite surprised at this unexpected factoid, Johnny raised his eyebrows and playfully asked:

"So my Triple V, after having finally successfully enticed you to abandon your marriage vows, I now find I have a rival for your affections. And it is a player on the other side making it not on an even playing field." 

As Johnny's observation was uttered obviously in jest, Vickie had no fear of potential jealousy. Still she wanted to be certain of no misunderstandings in their forthcoming relationship, so she said:

"Not to worry Johnny my love; you are definitely front and center of all my sexual desires. We are about to embark on an affair that will only end when or if you tire of me or if your association with me becomes a hindrance to your career aspirations. However Johnny, you are not going to be my only lover. As I've told you, I'm now part owner of my Mom's sex club, and freed from the restraint of being circumspect to satisfy my husband, I definitely will participate in an occasional orgy there. As for Vera, my intended lesbian lover, be advised that she lives in Chicago so that our couplings will of necessity be rare but they will occur. I trust you can handle such exceptions to an exclusive relationship."

Johnny continuing in a playful manner observed:

"So your lesbian lover lives in Chicago how inconvenient."

Vickie smiled as she replied:

"Oh I think I'll be able to come up with excuses to go to Chicago, just like I'm sure Vera will have reasons to come to Atlanta. By the way whenever she is in Atlanta, I'll probably occasionally share her with you for a threesome. She is somewhat experienced in such kinds of group sex and I guarantee you will find her pleasing. She is quite beautiful and a stunning blonde providing a terrific contrast to my jet black hair."

Johnny Walker was amazed at the casual, even blasé manner at how Vickie intimated a future possible FFM group sex. Her cavalier demeanor suggested that she viewed such sexual activity as commonplace as say shopping in a mall. Such licentiousness in her character makeup had obviously escaped his notice when he had been initially flirting with her. He realized that if he had known this at the time he would not have taken "no" for an answer. 

So he replied:

"Sounds like a treat to truly look forward to. Anyway back to considering my wife's confession; I decided that night not to react angrily. Instead I advised her that I needed time to digest her information and come to a decision regarding the future of our marriage. I gave her credit in my mind that she did not try to mitigate her infidelity by accusing me of adulteries of which I'm pretty sure she was cognizant."

Vickie asked:

"That was wise of you not to fly off the handle and regret impetus decisions. So have you decided on a course of action?"

"As you know Vickie I intend to enter politics and run for public office soon. I canvassed some of the Party officials to clearly ascertain the lay of the land. They definitely are interested in getting rid of the current corrupt Mayor and I have to decide soon if I want to contest against him. All the Party officials agree I have a great chance with Dianne campaigning by my side. 

Her public recognition is sky high which easily overcomes the advantage of incumbency of my opponent. And of course unseating an incumbent Mayor is a great résumé enhancer for future higher offices. I also got the impression from the political professionals that I would have no chance without her against the current Mayor. They also feel that becoming Mayor of Atlanta is the better path for future political success than trying for Congress either the House or Senate."

Vickie asked:

"So you need to stay married but are you sure of Dianne's loyalty and for that matter compliancy considering her new love interest?" 

Johnny answered:

"Oh I'm certain of Dianne's co-operation even ignoring her presumed guilt feelings of her adultery. There is no chance that her weasel of a lover would leave his cash cow wife; he is not that stupid. Her career would certainly be in some peril should she leave me. Her career is her real true love of which she would never do anything to jeopardize."

Vickie concluded:

"So I take it you two will remain married, living together but not sharing the marital bed."

"You got it Triple V. For public consumption we will be the happiest married couple on display, but in private we will lead separate lives. Dianne promises to be discrete and she and her lover have indeed been so to the point that Patty Mae has no idea of their affair; not of course that Patty Mae has any interest in such details. With Dianne's co-operation I shall formally file my papers to contest the Mayor's office this Thursday."

Now bored and fatigued by the long discussion of the state of Johnny's marriage, Vickie's libido kicked in subconsciously demanding renewed sexual action. So to satisfy her desires, Vickie purred:

"Well Johnny my love, you ought to know that I'm a registered Republican. So if I'm to vote for you I need some incentive to cross Party lines. And unless I miss my guess I think you know the kind of incentives I require."

Johnny Whitaker did indeed know what might induce Vickie to vote his way. By the end of that night he was certain he had Vickie's vote locked up forever. And Johnny did become a candidate and did subsequently win the election to become the Mayor of Atlanta.

When Vickie engaged her realtor and apprised him of her desires, her main wish was to reside in the countryside. Vickie desired solitude and did not mind the prolonged daily commute to her office. As it turned out her acquired property could not have been more ideal to carry on an affair with Johnny.

Johnny and Dianne had their main residence in the city, a definite requirement to allow him to run for City office. However they also owned a hunting lodge property for recreation activity which was located some twenty miles further past Vickie's new property. In fact to get there one would take the very next exit off the freeway. Dianne mainly utilized this property to carry on her affair with Jimmie Lee Tate. Thus Dianne and Johnny deliberately cooperated for mutual benefit. Often whenever Dianne left the city to get there, Johnny would use the ruse of following her but ending up at Vickie's house instead.

When Johnny was a candidate and subsequently Mayor of the city, various persons, especially local news media, had to more or less keep loose tabs on his whereabouts. They assumed that in such examples both Dianne and Johnny were relaxing together away from the city not suspecting the clandestine affairs in which they were actually engaged in. Incredibly, although Dianne was very publicly recognizable in her capacity as a TV celebrity, and Johnny no less recognizable as Mayor of Atlanta, they were able to maintain their extramarital affairs secret, hidden from public exposure.

During the two weeks Vickie was away in Dallas, her department at the firm broke down in functionality. Within two days of her return, her department was back up to speed humming along as efficiently as ever before; a fact not lost on Andrew Spears, the chief managing partner of Queen and Fish. The problem was not that the employees in the department had become suddenly incompetent; nor was Vickie reluctant to delegate tasks. The problem was that Vickie was so all encompassing competent, and such competency was clearly recognized by her staff. As a result every one of her staff, preferred to secure her approval rather than rely on their own individual judgment to advance the agenda of the department.

Spears quickly identified the problem upon a surreptitious inspection and arrived at a solution. He called Vicki into his office and promoted her! She became one of the three partners managing the business and direction of the firm and second in the firm's chain of command to Spears. Naturally her partnership share was increased commensurately. He had her previous position replaced by two others; a profound statement in of itself. 

Vicki was naturally taken by complete surprise as she truly did not see it coming; but that did not mean she did not know how to take advantage. Queen and Fish had been lately unhappy with their accountants as silly bookkeeping errors had been exposed by recent audits. That negligence had cost the firm dearly in extra tax liability which they could have avoided. As Vicki was aware of this unhappiness, upon being promoted, she wasted little time in her new position to suggest the firm switch its accounting needs to Vera's firm.

Spears was aware of Vera's firm. Her snagging Baxter and Sons as a client upon opening her own firm, had been a major business news item well known throughout the American business community; a community of which Spears was privy to. So Spears was definitely interested in Vickie's suggestion, but was not enthusiastic by the fact that Vera was based in Chicago with no ties in Atlanta. He had to concede that considering modern communications advances and the state of such technological environment it would be logistically feasible to engage accounting services whose office was located elsewhere. Still Spears felt he would be more comfortable with an Atlanta based accounting firm.

Spears allowed that if Vera had an office in Atlanta he would then have no problem in switching to her firm. Vickie thus determined that she would do everything necessary to convince Vera to open an office in Atlanta. 

As it turned out Vera and Walter had been actually contemplating opening an office in Atlanta for the past few months. Jed Baxter had advised them that Baxter and Sons would open a regional office in Atlanta, this coming September to better service their business holdings in the south. Now Jed did not blatantly suggest that Starikovich, Snyder ought to follow suit, but he did advise that he would need a local accountant for his Atlanta enterprise. Thus their business relations would be greatly enhanced if Vera and Walter would at least have a field office in the Georgia capital. 

Walter and Vera were not averse to expanding. After all they had already established offices in New York, LA and Dallas beyond their home office in Chicago. However when they opened those offices, particularly the Dallas one, they had already lined up several clients to ensure viability of the branch office. Having Baxter & Sons as the only sure client, made the Georgia venture a little dicey. For that reason they had been hesitant in pulling the trigger, but considering the importance of Jed as a client, they realized they had to go to Georgia so as not to jeopardize losing him as a client. Thus when Vickie contacted Vera within a week after the orgy, to suggest a move to Atlanta, guaranteeing the clientele of Queen and Fish, opening an office in Atlanta became a no brainer.

Vera was pleased with the secret benefits incidental to the establishment of this new office. She went to Atlanta for the month of June to establish the opening of the brand new office of Starikovich, Snyder and Company. Naturally she stayed at Vickie's new home, and the women discovered that the experience of the magic sex between them in Dallas had survived. Their attraction to each other was authentic and enduring.

Vickie kept her explicit promise to Johnny to share Vera. During that month they were able to experience three nights of FFM group sex at Vickie's home. As Vickie predicted, Johnny was delighted and enchanted with Vera. Vera like Vickie had no problem in accommodating fully his cock when giving him head or submitting to sodomy. Vera's pregnant form made the sex truly tantalizing for him as he had never up to now fucked a pregnant woman. Johnny came to the conclusion that having both Vickie and Vera at once was akin to having died and gone to heaven.

As for Vera, she was bemused at speculating that she had completed a racial cycle of FFM sex. With Ebony and Michael, she had been the only white participant. Jed, Pamela and her as well as her more recent affair with her daughter and Lajos made them all white FFM groupings. Now Johnny Whitaker was the only black person in this present group sex.




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 33



Natasha Starikovich was buoyed by the events of her first TLR orgy. Winning the Mothers and Daughters contest certainly was thrilling. Afterwards she was invited by two gentlemen to a MMF threesome in an available bedroom. She accepted with alacrity and had a blast. So when she returned to Chicago she was in good humor. She had been approved as a member of the TLR by Kristina Vargas without the necessity of submitting a formal application, and like her mother had the privilege of attending any orgy at will.

Her good humor was short lived, though. The next day, Monday, she received a letter from a New York City attorney. The attorney had written a similar letter addressed to her mother. The letter contained:

"I represent Lajos Kiraly pertaining to any legal issues that may arise as a result of his personal association with you and your mother.

My client advises me that you and your mother have recently informed him that the two of you are simultaneously pregnant, and that you allege that he is the biological sire to both pregnancies. My client does not deny such possibility, but by the same token he is well aware that both you and your mother have had other lovers throughout the entire period of time he has known each of you intimately. Thus, he insists that appropriate paternity tests be conducted before he irrevocably commits to any financial arrangement.

Should such tests prove to validate your contention, then my client is prepared to provide reasonable child support for each child. My client advises that he believes that both you and your mother have sufficient financial means to adequately provide the necessaries of life for your expected children. Therefore, he proposes to establish a trust fund for each child to mature when the child reaches the age of eighteen; at which time the fund can be utilized for education purposes. Details of such can be negotiated in due time.

In any case my client wishes to advise, that no matter the paternity, he wishes to have no further personal contact with either you or your mother. He believes it is in the best interest of your expected children that he not be actively involved in their lives, and he would not, therefore, seek any visitation rights. However, considering the successful music collaboration you and he have enjoyed in concerts and in recording sessions, he would have no objection to continued professional contact with you as negotiated from time to time by the respective agents.

I urge you to engage the services of an attorney to contact me so that these issues can be properly resolved."

As Natasha was reading this, she sensed a feeling of déjà vu, as she recalled Bolek Ostrowski's dismissive email, ending their affair. From her perspective both men were cowards. They were quite happy to receive her sexual favors but were found wanting in dealing with the consequences. She was totally furious as she apparently had grossly underestimated the character of each man, especially Lajos. Up to this point she was under the belief that Lajos and she were soul-mates destined for each other. She had deliberately set herself to bear a child by him on that premise alone. And now all was for naught, apparently only an illusion, and she couldn't be any more bitter.

Natasha got a hold of Vera who had elected to remain in Dallas after the orgy to work on St Clair's estate. She read Vera's letter to her mother, which letter was somewhat similar but with the appropriate changes. Vera was not so shocked since in her view Lajos' prolonged silence signaled such a response would be forthcoming. With her work load, it was impractical for Vera to return to Chicago immediately; so she asked Natasha to forward the letter so she could better deal with the matter. Natasha was happy to comply as she wanted time to analyze her own feelings before coming to a decision.

Vera did not return to Chicago until July as work in Dallas proved to be more exacting then she had expected. Plus she had to squeeze in a visit to Los Angeles to formalize her business with Chloe. And of course she dallied in Atlanta during the month of June supervising the opening of the firm's new office amongst other activities.

Natasha was grateful for the solitude as she contemplated her life forwards and backwards; sideways, and up and down. By the time Vera returned in time for the 4th of July Independence Day holiday, Natasha had come to a decision.

Almost as soon as Vera entered their Morton Grove home, and after suitable salutations were exchanged, Natasha told Vera:

"Mom I have given this matter serious thought for some time now. After carefully considering all the various alternatives, I've come to a decision. I want you to be the mother of my child in conjunction with being mother to your new child."

Vera protested:

"What? Natasha oh no! Don't be foolish. You're overwrought. You're not thinking sensibly." 

Natasha replied:

"Hear me out please Mom. I have given the situation careful consideration. In fact I've done nothing else but think about it for the past two months ever since we received the letter from that lawyer. That's why I haven't rushed to see a lawyer until I ascertained my feelings."

Vera interjected:

"Yes I expect we ought to probably consult a lawyer together, once we resolve what to do. But anyway, why do you want to shirk your duty as a mother-to-be."

Natasha protested the implied abrogation of responsibility:

"You're mistaken mother, if you think I'm afraid of the responsibilities of motherhood. After all I deliberately avoided birth control so as to become pregnant. And I did this; mind you, completely unaware of your personal ambitions and intentions. So I definitely want my child and become a mother."

Hearing these words, shrugging her shoulders and splaying her hands, Vera uttered:

"So duh? What's the problem?"

"The problem is that I believed Lajos and I were soul-mates and meant for each other. True we weren't an orthodox couple with you in the picture, but still I had the notion that our child would be the natural product of our mystical union. Obviously I was naïve considering Lajos' shitty reaction to the news of our pregnancies."

Vera answered:

"Natasha I understand your feelings completely, I truly do, and I don't belittle them one bit. Still that has nothing to do with the question of you actually becoming a mother and your responsibility."

Natasha answered:

"I was looking forward to motherhood and I had great plans. But I want to do what's best for my baby. As a result of Lajos' abandonment, I know I've lost the ability to give the emotional love he/she is entitled to."

Vera scoffed:

"Oh come on Natasha, a child has no input on the circumstances of its conception. All it asks is to be loved. When I was pregnant with you I knew I could not give all the emotional love you deserved but still I was cognizant of my responsibility."

"That's not fair Mom. I'm not talking about abortion. I would never contemplate it. I'm evaluating what is best for my child. The point is you got pregnant this time because you always wanted a second child, and Lajos provided the right circumstances to accomplish this desire. Your love for your new child is not diminished by Lajos' indifference. 

Thus raising my child will make no real difference to you as you will love them equally. You would not differentiate between child and grandchild; they would be both equally loveable to you. The lack of interest in them by their father would be no never mind to you. While instead each time I deal with my child I will only think of what a bastard his/her father is, and that cannot be good for a child to have a mother so bitter."

Vera was totally flabbergasted and replied:

"But Natasha that's not at all reasonable. You won't hold such a grudge forever. You'll get over your anger with Lajos and you will then love your child properly."

Natasha answered:

"Mebbe so. Who can foretell the future? You're probably right. I'll probably get over my anger with Lajos eventually and I may change my mind about taking care of my child later. But for now I definitely don't want to. You will make a wonderful mother for my child. After all you are its grandmother and grandchildren are just as precious as children. Besides in today's society lots of children are raised by their grandparents for one reason or another; so my child won't be unique in that regard. I also believe that even if I eventually do take over the care of my child he/she won't be harmed having been cared for initially by you exclusively."

Vera with regret accepted Natasha's decision. She knew it would be fruitless to try to change Natasha's mind given her present frame of mind especially as it seemed like she would remain adamant for the present. Besides it was not like Natasha would be totally absent unlike the father. And Vera had to concede that if Natasha subsequently wanted to finally take responsibility of her child such change of upbringing should not be traumatic for the child. 

Curiously enough although Natasha was totally disgusted with Lajos, and now truly hated him, she was willing to continue to perform alongside him in chamber music recitals and to record music with him. Whatever the defects in his character, Natasha had to admit that he had to be the finest pianist accompanist that would be available for her in her career. And she wasn't worried about passion. Hatred is just as strong a passion as love. She sensed that there would be no reduction in the strong emotions emoted during their playing classical music together, and thus the performances would be as compelling as ever. 

Once Natasha gave birth and quickly recovered from same, she embarked on an extensive concert tour. She had her mother, as her agent, book her solidly for the ensuing six months. Vera also squeezed Natasha to perform an occasional cross genre music concert with Pamela Rose as the mutual schedules would permit.

Natasha's revulsion to Lajos caused by his reaction to her pregnancy also had the effect of removing desire for having sex with her mother. The memories of the three of them having sex together had become too painful to contemplate continuing having sex with Vera. She had made the exception by participating in the Mothers and Daughters contest at the Mother's Day TLR orgy. However she viewed the sex at orgy simply as her indulging in carnal lust that she was normally prone to and especially in her pregnant state. She was otherwise not as emotionally invested like she had been with her relationship to Lajos.

Natasha thus became content to engaging in periodic sex with various admirers amongst her fans. Her intensive schedule did allow for a couple of weekends off, whereby she would fly to Dallas to indulge in a TLR orgy. 

Just before the end of that initial concert tour, the National Philharmonic of Russia offered Natasha a contract initially for at least two years in duration for her to act as the Concertmaster of their orchestra. No doubt the fact that Natasha was fluent in Russian heightened their desire to engage her. 

Since Natasha never had a permanent contract with the Chicago Symphony she was free to accept this offer. She did so with alacrity, as it would enhance her career substantially. The position provided valuable experience to develop the skills required for conducting and composing music: which were Natasha's ultimate career desires. 

Not wishing to lose the availability of Natasha completely, considering what an audience draw she was, the Chicago Symphony offered a guaranteed fixed performance contract to fill in the time she was not required by the Russian contract. Thus her time between September and May was predominantly taken up performing either in Moscow or in Chicago. During the other months she occasionally recorded music usually accompanied by Lajos Kiraly. She was able to ignore her personal revulsion of Lajos to produce superb recordings which were received with great enthusiasm by classical music lovers and were the best selling classical music recordings of all time.

Considering her intensive career schedule, and coupled with the time she had to reside in Moscow, Natasha gave up any intention to raise her daughter. Her music career became her main driving force in her life. As a result of her talent coupled with her all consuming dedication, she became arguably the world's current greatest virtuoso violinist. 

To solidify her musical career she teamed up with Boris Varennikov the premier viola musician of the Russian orchestra to promote an annual chamber music festival. The event was held outdoors near Tallinn, the capital city of Estonia during August. The festival consisted of various competitions to showcase the world's greatest chamber music musicians. Entry lists were limited to accomplished musicians with acknowledged international reputations; like for example Olivia Hartley who consistently performed in the festival.

With Natasha's popularity and highly acclaimed reputation established in the classical music world, she and Boris had no trouble in securing only the very best musicians; and the festival soon became recognized as the most important chamber music event in the international classical music calendar. Each festival opened with Natasha and Boris leading the Estonian Chamber Orchestra in a spectacular performance of Mozart's Sinfonia concertante for violin, viola and orchestra in E-flat major, K 364. In addition she and Boris with that local orchestra performed a newly composed chamber music symphony by her for the festival. Each such opening night concert was so well received that the success of the entire festival was assured.

As a matter of course, Boris and Natasha became lovers, and consequently her bitter disappointment with Lajos dissipated. Although she continued to periodically perform in recitals and record with him, she was never stressed over it. Despite the mutual indifference in their interactions, they were professional enough to still produce the finest music they were each capable of. Since her pregnancy from Lajos did not result in the happy serendipity she had envisioned, Natasha was not so anxious to get pregnant again. This was a good thing since Boris Varennikov was married and had four children; and was not eager to become a father for the fifth time.  

Vera Starikovich had a very busy schedule after the orgy. Settling St Clair's estate proved to be a very intricate assignment. St Clair's material assets were spread as varied as possible to attract the least tax liability. As Vera had been St Clair's last accountant while he was alive she naturally was privy to the full scope of St Clair's wealth. Nevertheless assembling these assets for the purpose of orderly transfer to the beneficiaries, with the minimum tax liability was an arduous task. Naturally Vera, delegated a lot of the grunt work, but still her job as the executrix was time consuming.

While in Dallas in addition to the estate work, Vera also devoted some time to helping Isabel Diaz. Vera was determined to transform Isabel's dance studio into a successful operation. It was an unexplainable whim that prompted Vera to form the idea to assist the Argentine, but with the ensuing sex with Vickie that day, the whim became an imperative. 

She formulated a solid business plan backed by a strong financial package which included investment capital from both Vickie and Kristina; the latter insisted in joining the venture as soon as she learned what Vera and Vickie were up to. Kristina's influence with her new high social contacts became a source of business for Isabel. Soon she had acquired more customers than she could have ever hoped for. By the end of the year, her dance studio was the most successful one of its kind in Dallas, and Isabel was thinking of expanding.

Also during May, Vera spent time in Los Angeles to help Chloe Hamilton start her own firm. With Chloe's almost immediate success, her firm became a most important client for Starikovich, Snyder and Company. Together with their show business clients, Vera's firm soon became one of the top five accounting firms in southern California. During June Vera was in Atlanta, establishing the new office in that city, and of course Vera had a very personal interest in supervising this office.

As a result Vera did not return home until the beginning of July; some two months after being hastily summoned temporarily to Dallas for that special final meeting with John St Clair. Within minutes of Vera entering the front door, Natasha confronted her, informing her of her decision to surrender her motherly duties to Vera. 

As a result Vera was looking at the prospect of raising two children instead of one, but she was not apprehensive on that score. Her real concern was for Natasha's mental state and likely depression as a result of Lajos' decision as explained by his lawyer. However Natasha assured Vera she was OK and her decision was the best for her child even if only for a temporary basis.

So Vera accepted the decision and set up the house with the expectation of the new arrivals. After consulting a lawyer and overseas employment agency, Vera engaged the services of a nanny from Russia, whose name was Galina Rudnitsky. This ensured that Russian would be the language of the home and that her new child and grandchild would be fluent in the language. Although Vera did not follow Chloe's example of hiring a compliable nanny from Iceland, but in hiring Galina Vera ascertained first that her nanny would not be averse to special "extra duties"

Dr Barrett chastised Vera for not seeing her for more than two months and continuing working so hard during her pregnancy. Vera naturally pooh-poohed these concerns and all Dr Barrett could do was roll her eyes at Vera's nonchalance. Despite Dr Barrett's concern, Vera had an uneventful pregnancy free of any complications.

During the penultimate week in September, Vera and Natasha went into labor within hours of each other. Pursuant to Dr Barrett's privileges both went to Northwestern Central to have their babies. Vera gave birth to a girl some ten hours and a calendar day before Natasha gave birth to also a girl. Vera named her new daughter, Anastasia. Natasha, exercising for about the only time her motherly prerogative, named her child Zoya. Both Vera and Natasha laughed at the irony of their choices, representing the first and last letter of the alphabet; at least the English alphabet. Natasha wryly opined that at least there was a clue to remind anyone who was born first.

Vera and Natasha had consulted an attorney in Chicago to communicate with Lajos' New York attorney. After the appropriate DNA tests established Lajos paternity, a child support agreement was quickly drafted and executed without prolonged negotiations. Since Vera and Natasha really did not need any child support unlike the usual single mothers' situations, they were content with anything Lajos was prepared to pay.

Pursuant to the suggestion outlined in that initial letter by Lajos' lawyer, a mutual trust fund was set up for Anastasia and Zoya Starikovich. Lajos agreed to pay one thousand dollars per month into the fund representing five hundred dollars per child. Lajos agreed to allow Walter Snyder, Vera's partner to manage this trust fund. 

Vera had her déjà-vu moment recalling Larry Grant's agreement to pay for Natasha's upbringing. Lajos's offer obviously was monetarily a lot less but nevertheless would prove to be very directly beneficial to these new girls. However just like Larry, Lajos' main impetus for paying was to ensure he would not have anything to do with her and the children he had sired.

When Vera returned to work after giving birth, Walter and Vera decided to reorganize their firm in light of the rapid expansion experienced during the past few months. They decided that each would spend four months total at an outside office. Twice a year each would spend a month at two of the outside offices to supervise and better coordinate that particular office with their main Chicago office. Walter would do the LA and New York offices, whereas Vera would do the Atlanta and Dallas offices. 




Mothers and Daughters Ch. 33



Surprisingly, at least to Walter, Vera's trips to Atlanta proved to be very lucrative for the company. The new mayor of Atlanta steered all of the City independent accounting needs to Starikovich, Snyder and Company. Apparently the influence of the new mayor was overpowering enough to steer a lot of new clients to the firm such that this newest branch office became the most profitable outside of the main Chicago office. 

Pursuant to this scheme Walter and Vera were each absent from Chicago for four months total in each year; and thus, they were both in Chicago concurrently only for four months. Linda and Vera took advantage of Walter's absences from Chicago to indulge their passion for each other. If Walter Snyder suspected any hanky-panky between his wife and his business partner, he never betrayed such suspicion to anyone. As Vera breast fed both Anastasia and Zoya, she was able to induce Linda to return a favor. By request Linda performed cunnilingus on Vera while Vera was breast feeding either her child or her grandchild.

Naturally when Vera was in Atlanta, she stayed at Vickie's to better facilitate their periodic affair. With each visit to Atlanta, Johnny Whitaker would be an occasional overnight visitor. Since some of Queen and Fish corporate clients were headquartered in Chicago, Vickie volunteered to travel to Chicago occasionally. Such liaison meetings, usually lasting about a week maximum, with such clients would be necessary and beneficial to the firm. These visits usually occurred during those four months when both Walter and Vera were in Chicago. However one such visit occurred when Walter was in New York; so that Vera, Linda and Vickie participated in a lesbian threesome.

In reflecting on her life, Vera marveled with satisfaction at how far she had come from a bold, brash thirteen year old pregnant girl running away from home so she could have her baby. She had succeeded in achieving her main ambition for herself. She had escaped the rural tedium of life in Crystal Spring MS. And she had succeeded in establishing a professional career far more successful beyond her most optimistic ambitions. Her only regret was that she had not achieved her secondary goal.

Because of her traditional Russian upbringing, and despite her main dreams, Vera harbored a latent desire to find Mr. Right. Such Mr. Right Vera had envisioned, would compliment her professional career and provide her with a passel of children to mother. Thus her overall desire would be to become a super woman ostensibly what the goal modern society has seemed to set for females to achieve.

Now of course she had no wish to equal her mother's output of nine children; but a goal of two children minimum, and four children maximum would seem appropriate for her desires. At least she successfully achieved in mothering three children. In light of Natasha's decision not to act as the mother, Vera became the de facto mother of Zoya. 

As a result, Anastasia and Zoya grew up regarding themselves as full sisters ignoring their actual blood relationship. Furthermore, Zoya like Anastasia considered Natasha as "the Big Sister". Zoya basically overlooked the fact that Natasha was actually her mother. Instead she called Vera "mom" not "grandma", and in her mind viewed Vera as her true mother. 

Alas for Vera the search for her Mr. Right proved to be terribly elusive. Looking back on it, Vicki had to admit that of the serious meaningful relationships she had, none of her male partners could possibly have become Mr. Right. Of course Richard Snyder, never mind the great success of their enjoyable relationship, was never regarded by Vera as a possible Mr. Right. Jed Baxter was married and for that matter was adamant against fathering any children with her. Even had their relationship lasted longer, and even if he would not have dumped her to return to his wife, he could not have fulfilled the role of Mr. Right. As for Lajos Kiraly, she had to share him with her daughter. Obviously no man could be a Mr. Right for two women even should such women be mother and daughter.

At least Vera had instead the alternative to enjoy the pleasures of Linda Snyder and Vickie Vargas, two Ms Rights so to speak. However for Vera, due to circumstances limiting the availability of each female partner, Vera's sexual desires were not always fulfill able by one of her Ms Rights. Luckily for Vera she could always resort to the dutiful Galina for emergency sexual relief; any port in a sexual storm so to speak. 

FINIS