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Misery Rides Again Ch. 01

By: Bill Smith



Chapter 1: Confusion

"George we need to talk," Justine says as she steps in front of me, eyes lowered and almost trembling.

Looking at my wife, I smile at her while thinking, what a lucky man I am to have a wife like Justine; beautiful, intelligent, and my best friend. But she has successfully blocked my path. "Baby can we talk after I return from my ride?"

"No George this is important and I have put it off for far too long."

Leaning my bike up again the hallway wall I turn and looking at Justine say, "Sure Babe," and walk into the living room where I sit on the couch and wait for her to sit down with me.

Instead I watch as she paces back and forth in front of the couch, biting her lower lip. Suddenly she stops, looks at the floor and says, "Oh shit George there is no easy way for me to say this other then to just blurt it out.

"Two weeks ago when I went out of town to that business conference, it was not a business conference. I went out of town with a man and I slept with him, and..., and other men and women too. I did sexual things that I never know existed, and George I did it because..., because I'm getting old.

"I'm over a half a century old and three weeks ago I had only had sex with 2 men in all of that time. George I had to know, what I had missed if anything. We grew up in the era of free love and peace, but all I did was study and work.

"George we missed out on an awful lot to things on our way to the top of the corporate ladder. If I had to do it all over again, I think that I would have done things differently. I think that our relationships with others is more important then work and more work to get to positions of so called 'importance' and money. All of the hours of hard work to just make money, George money is just paper. And the things that money buys are just things. I'm tired of 'things.' George I'm tired, I want a different life. I want to love others and be loved by them."

I just look at her, not believing my ears. I can feel the blood as it leaves my head, it is like a elevator going down. I feel light headed, light bodied, I want to float away. 

"George... George are you okay? Baby?"

I start shaking my head from left to right and right to left, over and over again, all the while just looking at Justine. Until my head just stops and becomes just too heavy to hold up. My chin is resting on my chest. "Oh Justine...," the name just seems to fall to the floor and just lay there, dead, not moving. 

"Justine, what have you done?"

"Did it ever occur to you to talk with me about this before you..., before you took off with this man? You are not an idiot Justine, yet your actions of two weeks ago were the acts of an idiot! Damn you! Damn you to hell! 

"The top executive Justine makes a decision, a snap of her fingers and she pushes forward. You are not the CEO of our marriage! Our marriage is an equal joint venture, equal partnership, the feedback from one helps the other. It is a process of give and take. What the hell were you thinking?"

"George this is not like you, " Justine interject in a very surprised tone of voice.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP JUSTINE," I scream at the top of my voice as I jump up. The sudden movement of standing up forces my blood pressure down that elevator again. 

"How dare you question anything I say after what..., after what you did. Who do you think you are? No, don't answer that I don't want to hear what you think you are." I turn and walk away. 

"George. George where are you going," a very frightened Justine asks.

"Out. I'm taking my bike out and I'm going to ride." Looking back at Justine I speak softly, "Justine if I don't get away from you right now..." My voice trails off. Grabbing my bike I almost run out the front door.

"Thanks God, like I really needed this shit," I speak out loud, almost expecting God to reply. I straddle my bike, clips into the clipless pedals and starts to ride. "Did I just clip into clipless pedals, how in the fuck do you clip into clipless pedals? The world is just not what you think it is anymore, is it Gerogie boy?

"Shit now I'm talking to myself. Shut the fuck up George and ride!"

I ride like I have never ridden before. I push so hard that my legs start to hurt like my soul, and at last my body and spirit are tuned to the same frequency: PAIN! The questions, oh lord the questions fly, Why? What did I do? What if I had done this or that differently? Did I not love Justine enough or did I love her too much? Is this a mid-life crisis for her, now a mid-life crisis for me? The questions just continue, when I think they are no more, more rear their ugly head and it just goes on and on.

The miles fly past as I ride, and after 30 or so miles my anger and hurt start to ebb, and even the questions stop. Each additional mile I ride is like a layer of pain being removed, one layer at a time. Bur dear God there are so many layers yet to go. Will the pain ever go away?

Up ahead I see another rider. As I get closer I see a woman with a long black pony tail flying out behind her as she rides. She is riding at a good clip, but she does not have a tormented soul feeding her legs and the distance starts to shorten.

As I get closer I start checking her out. Nice riding form. Nice ass. Nice legs. Nice hair. "What the fuck George," I speak out loud to myself, "what do you have to loose?" Thinking about Justine, I think, two can play this game."

As I pull up beside her I speak, "Hello."

She turns her head and says, "Hello."

Her voice is low and sultry. She is pretty. Middle eastern. Small breasts. Young, early 20's. Nice bike. The things we learn in a quick glance, amazing.

"Where are you headed," I ask.

"Lake Ray Hubbard."

"Do you mind if I ride with you?"

"Please."

And we ride together. We both agree that it is very hot and a dip into the lake is something we are both looking forward to. I tell her about a secluded cove I found on one of my trips out to Ray Hubbard that lends itself to skinny dipping. 

She laughs out loud. Her laugh is almost musical. "Sounds good."

I almost feel ashamed of my thoughts but then I remember my conversation with Justine that morning. I pedal faster and my new friend laughs her musical laugh once again and matches my pace. 

Then we are at the lake. We stop. I dismount, pick up my bike and place it over my shoulder and off to the woods I walk. There is really no trail, but I know my way. If you have ever ridden a bike in Texas in the summer, the idea of a dip into a lake is like a dying man in the desert finding an oasis. Heavenly. And the idea of having a young and naked girl going into that lake with you is..., well too good to be true.

Out of the woods we come, there is the cove. No one is around, it is almost like being on a different planet. The seclusion is perfect. I lay my bike down, turn to watch my new friend do the same. I smile, remove my helmet and pull my jersey over my head. My little friend does the same.

As my head is freed from the jersey I look with excitement to my new friend and see no breasts. I mean no swells at all. I just don't know. I mean she could just have really small breasts... you know just nipples. But her nipples are no larger then mine. What the fuck, I remove my shoes, socks, and then my bike shorts and so does she. 

She is not a she. What stands in front of me is a man, but oh lord, if he was a she, she would be... almost too pretty to look at. Perhaps if Scheherazade was telling this tale and her life depended upon it she could tell you what I was seeing and feeling. I could only laugh, run into the lake and dive under the surface. What a long, strange fucking day this has been.

As I break the surface I don't see her, I mean him. Then just in front of me up he comes. He looks at me and that musical laugh fills my ears with music. Looking at him I see only his head and long hair floating on the surface. I see a most incredibly beautiful woman before me who is not a woman at all. My heart skips a beat. I reach out with my arms, grab him to me and take him underwater. Underwater we look at each other and both of us smile. I'm so confused.

I kick at the bottom of the lake and we shoot upwards like missiles launched from a submarine. Then with sadness I push him away from me. My new friend interprets it as horse play and once again we are tangled arms and legs as we roll around above and below the water. He is the same size as Justine and his compact size fits so well in my arms. 

Then I realize I have an erection. My God so does he! What is happening here? I pick him up so easily and take him to the beach and lay him down gently with me atop of him. Then I roll off and lay beside him and feel the heat of the sun on my skin. The heat inside of me makes the sun rays feel like snow flakes falling on my flesh.

My new friend has his eyes closed and is enjoying the sun rays. I look at him and I am amazed at just how beautiful he is, from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. And his penis, well it is like a flag pole without the flag, standing tall and proud. 

I reach out with my left hand and grasp his manhood. His eyes flutter open at the contact. I tell him, "It is okay, just close your eyes." And he does with just a hint of a smile on his lips.

I have never touched another's man dick before. It is hard to describe, no pun intended. It is hard, yet so soft and warm. I gently squeeze and release it, and I can feel the pulse of his heart when I squeeze. It is not like holding onto my own dick, but yet it is. I'm so confused.

I do all of the things that I enjoy doing to my own dick to his, and his breathing increases. It is a heady thing to give pleasure to another. I mean it is a power kind of thing, to know that you are giving pleasure and can stop at any time, to take that pleasure away. But I don't want to take pleasure away from my new friend, I want to give him more.

I remove my eyes from his dick and look at him. Golden brown skin, dark black hair on the top of his head and around his proud dick. No hair on his chest, just two little nipples trying to stand as tall and proud as his dick. I bend my head and flick my tongue across the nipple closest to me, which brings an audible sigh from my little friend and a jerk from his dick. It is almost like making love to a woman, except the clitoris is so much larger. 

And it feels dirty. Well I have been told that sex is dirty if you do it right. I am next to all of those taboos that have been drilled into my head and I am excited. And if being excited is feeling dirty, then have the soap handy when I am through, cause I like it. I'm so confused, but I don't care anymore.

I move to my little friend's other nipple and do the same tongue dance that I did on the one closest to me. I did have to adjust my body to do this and now my erection is lying on top of his left leg. I place my left leg over my dick and it is trapped between our legs, and this contact is exciting. We are in a closed loop, as he gets excited I get excited too. I release his nipple and use my tongue to draw circles upwards to his neck, and once there I just use all of the little things I learned to do to women and he responds just the same. As I move from his neck to his lower jaw I move forward until our lips meet. The thought of kissing a man before this would have repulsed me but we are locked into a feedback loop that no power on earth could break. Lips part and tongues dance just like a boy and girl, but this is boy and boy and the taboos make this more exciting. 

Then I feel a wetness on my hand that has been holding onto his dick. I'm familiar with this wetness as I have felt it when playing with mine. I release my grip and using my fingers I move the wetness around the head of his dick. All of this causes his tongue to fight more fiercely with mine, which makes my dick leak precum as well. Shit we are both getting wet. I'm so confused, but oh so incredibly horny as well.

With a sigh I release his lips and start a spiraling tongue dance with my tongue down his torso, while at the same time I release his dick and let my fingers move between his ass cheeks. With the wetness from his dick still on my fingers I find his asshole, first one finger then another find their way into him. He sucks in air into his lungs while at the same time his ass sucks my fingers into his ass. I swear he starts to hum and vibrate. Then I am eyeball to eyeball, so to speak, with his dick.

Do or die? Why is this so taboo? Who made it taboo? Fuck it, my mouth engulfs the head of my new friends dick. It is not what I expected, but then again I never knew what I expected. It is so soft, yet so hard, and so warm. The taste is so different from sucking on his nipples or tongue, it is different and being different it is exciting. I know not what I do but I enjoy it, and the power of giving pleasure is heady. My lips and tongue play his dick like a master flutist and my little friend starts to dance to a tune only he can hear but before he can reach his crescendo I remove my mouth and fingers. 

With a deft movement I am between his legs, with almost a practiced movement I have his legs uplifted and my dick is ready for its' entrance. With some minor adjustment my slick dick meets his asshole and gently glides in. Inch by inch my dick moves forward until it is buried. Then with gentle movements I move out and then back again until my dick is like a well oiled piston moving in and out. I look into his eyes and I see pleasure. I see his mouth move into little oh's and ah's as I move inside of him. Faster we move together, then I feel his wetness as it spurts between our bellies, then I follow him and flood his insides with my cum. Then I move my head down towards his and kiss him long and hard. 

Then I roll off him and gaze into the sky. What has happened here? My little friend rolls into my body and holds me, and I hold him back. What a strange fucking day this has been.

Looking at the clouds passing by I speak to my new friend, "I don't know your name."

"I am called Amir."

"Amir," it just kinda rolls off my lips and floats along with the clouds in the sky. "I like that name. The sound of your name feels good on the tip of my tongue and lips."

"I too felt good on the tip of your tongue and lips. I never knew, this thing we did together would be so good." Reaching out his hand he gently plays with my dick

"I have never done this before..., I mean with another male. This is all so new and different for me. I.., hmmm.., never in my wildest dream did I ever think this would happen. I mean, I am over 50 years old! I'm so confused."

"I too have never done this before, with man or woman. It is new and different. I like it. Can we do it again?" 

"You mean you are a virgin, I mean you were a virgin," I ask my new little friend.

He looks up at me and nods his head, yes. Then he asks, "Do it again?"

"Amir, I am a old man and it takes a little while for me to recover..."

" I don't think so. It feels ready now."

My God he was right, his manipulations or the novelty of this adventure or both, my dick is still hard. Not as hard as it was before, but a decent hard if I do say so myself. "Amir, give me a minute to think this over, I.., this is new to me too."

"Okay, I give you time. Perhaps pleasure too." With that said, he lifts his head off my shoulder and bending at his waist places his head on my abdomen.

Then I feel a warm wetness engulf the head of my dick. Then there is movement dancing on my dick as well, his tongue has started a rhythm that I respond to. Amir my little friend, you learn fast.

After a few minutes Amir raises his head and looks sheepishly at me, lick his lips then says, "Now I think?"

"Yes, now." Who am I to argue.

He straddles my body, facing my feet, and tries to impale himself on my dick. Well he still has things to learn. I grab my dick with one hand and his ass with the other, and make the necessary corrections. Once again we are joined. I am passive and watch to see what he does. He moves slowly but inch by inch my dick disappears into his ass, until it is buried. Amir just sits for a minute then he starts to rock back and forth, slowly at first but the tempo increases. I look at his back and his ass. If I didn't know he had a dick I would think this is a woman who likes anal sex. Do all men look like this from behind? After thinking about the men I know I come to the conclusion that nope, it is just Amir. 

My body starts to move with Amir's dance of new found passion. My new found passion too? I'm so confused. 

I reach out and pull Amir to me until he is laying with his back on top of me, and I start driving my dick in and out of his ass. With one hand I grab his dick, and with the other I pinch a nipple. I think I am hammering his ass so hard we are beginning to move across the ground. Somehow my mouth finds his shoulder and I bite it.

Amir cums first, then I follow a close second. I swear that if I didn't have a decent cardiovascular system from all of my bike riding I would have died. I wrap both my arms around him and gently squeeze.

"The pleasure is very intense. I like it. Do it again?"

I laugh out loud, it is almost hysterical., "No Amir we can't do it again right now. I need to take you home to my wife and perhaps she can wear you out."

With the agility that only the young have, he has twisted his body around till we are now belly to belly. He looks at me in bewilderment, "You're married? You would share your wife with me? Is she pretty?"

I laugh, "Yes, maybe, yes." And laugh some more. "But first thing first we need to get cleaned up."

"Ok." he jumps up, extends a hand and with a strength the belies his small stature he pulls me up. Holding hands we run to the lake. Using just hands and water we do the best that we can and clean each other. With all of this action Amir has another erection and placing one of my hands on it, he looks at me and ask, "Do it again?"

I grab one of his hands and place it on my non erect dick and tell him, "No."

We both laugh.

Amir then takes one hand and strokes my face, "I don't know your name. Big man who makes me feel so good."

"My name is George."

"George, it is a good name. Yes? George, sounds strong. Now you take me home to pretty wife. Yes? America, I love it!"

To Be Continued...

Misery Rides Again Ch. 02



Riding back into my neighborhood I look at Amir. Once again he looks like a beautiful woman. His pony tail has dried and is flying freely in the wind, and if it is not my imagination his cheeks are even more rosy looking then when I first saw him.

He feels my gaze and looks at me and smile, "You live in this place of big houses?"

"Yes, I do."

"How much further to your house?"

I nod my head forward and tell him, "At the top of the hill."

He smiles at me and says, "America, I love it!"

I laugh and take off, sprinting ahead of him.

I hear that musical laughter of his and then he is beside of me once again.

We roll into the circular driveway of my house. The house that belongs to Justine and me. It is funny that now is the only time that I think of Justine since I have found Amir.

I open the door and roll my bike into the house with Amir behind me. I yell out "Justine!"

"George?" I hear from the bowels of the house then I hear her feet as she walks towards where I am.

When she sees me she runs towards me and I open my arms. She does not notice Amir. 

She tells me while her face is buried between my neck and shoulder, "George I was so afraid that you were not coming back. I didn't know what I would do if you left me, and I didn't want to find out."

"It is okay baby. I home again. I brought us a friend."

Her head snaps back and for the first time she notices Amir. I can almost see the daggers flash from her eyes as she rakes them up and down Amir. I almost expect hissing and spiting, then she pulls in her claws, and smiles at Amir. 

I almost laugh out loud as I know, without a doubt, that she thinks Amir is a woman. I have been there and done that, and I smile to myself. 

"Justine, this is Amir. Amir, this is Justine."

Amir holds out his hand to Justine and says, "I am very much please to meet you."

Justine reaches out with her hand, tentatively and with a puzzled look on her face, and responds with, "I am pleased to meet you too."

Justine looks at me and ask, "George have you known Amir for long?"

I smile and tell her, "No, we just met a few hours ago while I was mulling over what you told me this morning. I must admit that if it was not for Amir I don't know if I would be standing here at all."

Justine looks at me puzzled. Amir is just looking at Justine and then me with a little smile on his lips like this was just normal American discourse between a husband and wife.

"Justine would you please take Amir to the guest bedroom. We could both use a shower, and since Amir's only clothing is cycling gear would you be so gracious as to place them into the washer. I will put them into the dryer when they are ready. Thanks baby." I kiss her on the top of her head and head to the master bedroom with a smile on my face. 

I almost laugh out loud thinking of Amir's words as we rode into my neighborhood, America, I love it.

Removing my cycling clothes I get into a very hot shower and sing my way to cleanliness. I don't know how long I have been in the shower but I am surprised that my cycling clothes are still on the floor. Justine would have picked up my cycling clothes and washed them with Amir's. Strange. I dry off and put on shorts, a t-shirt and my Teva flip-flops, and that is when I hear sounds from Justine's bathroom. 

There are two voices coming from her bathroom. I try and open the door but it is locked. I knock. "Justine?," I call out.

The sound from Justine's bathroom stops, then Justine speaks, "George, if you don't mind please put Amir's cycling clothes and yours into the washer. You will find his clothes in the guest's bedroom. We will be down in a few minutes."

Strange. What a strange fucking day this has been. I flip-flop back to my bedroom, pick up my cycling clothes, and flip-flop on down to the guest's bedroom. With an arm load of cycling clothes I head down to the washing room, where in a few minutes dirty clothes are being transformed into clean ones. I laugh again with the thought, America, I love it!

Then I flip-flop to our little bar and find the J.D. Black and make myself a very stiff drink as today may get more interesting. Shit I can use all of the help I can get as the J.D. makes it way down my throat as I noisily make my way to my chair. What are those two up to, I think as the amber liquid finds it way to my lips.

"George?"

"I'm in the library Justine," I shout back as I look towards the door as she comes in. "Where is Amir?"

"Amir is gone."

"Ya right," I look up at her with a smirk on my face, "He took off butt naked on his bicycle, through our neighborhood. His cycling clothes are in the washer," I remind her.

She smiles at me and walks towards where I sit. Then like a cat she folds her body as she slips into my lap. Smiling at me, she has my J.D,. takes a small sip and calls out, "Mira."

"Mira?"

Justine looks at me briefly, smiles and then looks back at the door.

I look at the door too. My mouth falls open as what walks through it is one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Justine is no slouch and has never been but this woman who walked through my library door is cover girl material. What I call magazine women with all of the magic of makeup and special studio lights, you know no one ever looks that good, but damn I have got to eat my words as I look at what looks back at me. Words leave me, and that is not easy as I am an attorney.

This dream woman, this wet dream woman, is looking at me and smiling. She twirls around in a circle and looks at me again with a come eat me smile on her lips. Then she whispers, "Do it again?"

No! No, it can't be. No way Jose!, my mind screams. I just stare and look, drool must be running down my chin. I feel Justin's hand on my chin as she pushes it upwards closing my mouth. "Amir," I manage to get our of mouth.

Justine looks at me as one would look at really slow person and says, "No. This is Mira. Amir is a male."

"Mira come and sit in George's lap. There is room for both of us Dear."

Amir..., eh, I mean Mira almost floats across the floor as she walks towards me. With a little smile on her lips she to folds herself up and sits in my lap. I have two "women" on my lap and I have had sex with them both. Life can be so strange.

Mira leans forward and kisses me on the lips. "George, I'm very pretty, yes? Justine make me so." Then without warning she kisses Justine on her lips too and Justine kisses back. Breaking the kiss Mira laughs and looks at me with a wicked smile on her lips, "Your wife has very wicked tongue and lips too George. I am very lucky person to have found two of you. I like being Mira, it feels, ...it feels like she has always been part of me," and she blushes. 

Turning to Justine I ask, "Okay Justine, how did you come up with this?"

"Well I took Amir to the guest bedroom thinking all the way there that he was a she. Once there I just decided that if you had made love to her then I was going to do the same. I kissed her. One thing lead to another and when I started to remove her clothes well the truth was revealed. As I kissed and stroked him I got him to describe what the two of you did. George he was a virgin, did he tell you that?"

"Yes."

"Well he had never been with a woman either, that is until me. As I was having him I kept looking at his face and all I could see was this woman looking back at me. That is when I decided that our new friend could not only pass as a woman but an exceptional one too. And I just put it to the test. She passed with flying colors, didn't she."

"Lord yes, she did," I said as I looked at Mira. Reaching out with one hand I touch Mira's face, "Do you like this," I asked.

"Oh yes. Yes I do George. When I put on your wife's clothes it felt like..., I was made for them." Blushing she goes on, "I have been very erect since putting on the panties." Taking my hand from her face she places it on her penis, and yep, hard as a rock.

Eyes downcast she goes on, "Sex was good with Justine. She is so soft. I like having sex with you too". Looking up at me , "Both are fun, we can do it all together, yes?"

Squeezing her dick I tell her, "Yes, but not right now. I am an old man and need a break."

Justine reaches down between my legs and grabs my semi erect dick and squeezes it gently. "George baby, it is time to call Larry and ask for some pills, cause keeping two "women" happy will take all of the help you can get."

I moan out loud. Larry and I were college roommates, he went to medical school while I went to law school. He is my G.P. and I am his attorney. We are both very good friends and our banter has evolved to almost an art form and the thought of asking him for sex pills, well would only add ammunition for him to use. And the thought of it causes me to squirm. "Justine," I whine, "I will have hell to pay."

Justine laughs, "Baby when he sees you with me and Mira, who will be laughing last and the hardest?"

"Yes, but..," I stammer and then with great reluctance I have the "girls," get out of my lap and I head to the phone.

I call Larry and he answers and the banter starts, "Larry, George here," I say

"George are you calling me over to help out with Justine?"

Oh fuck, I almost moan out loud. "Larry this is serious, cut the shit. Okay?"

"Sure buddy, what can I do for you?" 

And I can hear the concern in his voice which does not make this easier. "Larry I need some of those new sex pills. You know the ones I'm talking about?"

He laughs!

"Cut it out Larry, this is serious!"

"I'm sorry," snicker, snicker in the background, "but I can see how calling me for this would be difficult for you. You are such a hard headed, self sufficient kind of guy that, well, no problem buddy I will call you in a script. I let you try out the kind that I use."

"The kind that you use? I am not hearing you correctly. Shit Larry I think that you may need to check out my hearing too."

"Fuck you, your hearing is okay. When you take one of these pills you become all prick, and the damn thing feels like it is filled with molten steel. And like that damn pink bunny rabbit you just keep going and going. Shit after I take one and grab Ann, she is walking bowlegged for the next two days but she has a smile on her face that can't be rubbed off. I shit you not.

"But I do know your aversion to taking prescription drugs, so if you want I can grab of couple of pills and make a bedside visit to Justine for you buddy."

"Just call in the prescription. Thanks buddy."

"You bet. See you guys next weekend."

I hang up the phone. Then I look at the "girls," Justine is smiling and Amir, I mean Mira is looking puzzled. "It is okay," I tell them both. "I just need to go down to the drug store."

"George go and change your clothes. Since you have had your ways with us both you at least need to take us out to eat every now and then. We may both be slut puppies but we need to eat," Justine says with a smile on her face.

"Justine you are way past the puppy stage," I say and then duck as a pillow flies past my head.

"Come on Mira, you can help me dress. Let me tell you," Justine looks at me with an evil glint in her eyes and continues, "once a man has had you they have a tendency to loose all respect for you." Justine sticks out her tongue at me as she and Mira walk past.

I start laughing and so does Justine. Mira just looks puzzled. 

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 03



The girls are once again in the restroom. I hear giggles and hushed whispers. I start to wonder what may be going on, but after shaking my head I drive the thought away as it could be anything. 

I head to my closet, look at the slacks and I just can't bring myself to put them on. Turning to the dresser I head for the bottom drawer and pull out some shorts. Shorts, polo shirt and sandals, I'm ready. Back to the library I head with my JD in hand. Time just seems to slip past as I sip and think upon the day's events. 

My reverie is broken as Justine and Mira come through the library door. Whew, man I am at a lost for words again. Twice in one day, I may have to give up practicing law at this rate, I think to myself, almost spilling my drink. Justine is wearing a black summer dress, shoulders bare except for thin spaghetti straps. Mira is still dressed in a similar dress except the shoulders are covered. The juxtaposition of the two is mind boggling, both beautiful, both sexy, oh yes. One young, and one ageless. Shit I am an old man and I getting another erection.

"Okay George," Justine looks at me and shakes her head. "Put you tongue back into your mouth."

"Justine," I reply with a smile on my face," I can think of better places to put my tongue."

"George! You have to feed us first," my ever pretty wife tells me with eyebrows raised and both of her hands on her hips. 

"Why does Mira have her shoulder covered? I mean this is Texas and it is the summer time. I just want to know," so I asked.

"Well George, it seems that Mira was attacked by an some kind of big animal today. And that animal bit her shoulder, it didn't break the skin but the teeth marks are very visible. Do you know what kind of animal would do that?"

I blush as I hang my head.

Mira laughs her musical laugh and runs to my side. Which is not easy as Justine has put her in high heels, the square kind not the pointed ones. She grabs one of my arm and turns to face Justine, "We go eat now?" 

Justine walks to my other side and grabs my free arm and looks at me and ask, "Well?"

"Lets go eat!" What else can I say.

I deliver the girls to the car. I hate bucket seats so I have a large car with one long beach seat in the front. Justine is the first to enter it. It is difficult to describe because she does not just set down and move over like she normally does. This time she places one leg into the car and lowers herself, and as she lowers herself her dress slides upward slowly revealing more and more leg. As her ass hits the seat her sheer pale blue panties come into view and you can see the outer lips of her vagina, and I swear it appears to be smiling at me. Justine laughs and quickly closes her legs, but I swear her vagina winked at me! I shake my head to clear the image.

Now it is Mira's turn. She tries the same entrance as Justine, but if it was not for Justine reaching out in time she would have hit the garage floor. I was too busy waiting for her dress to do the same trick as Justine's to notice the precarious placement of her feet. But at last Mira is in the car and I close the door.

As I walk around to the other side of the car I wonder what kind of and what color of panties Mira is wearing. The thoughts of old men, I think to myself and smile. What a strange day it is. Will it get stranger?

Off we head to restaurant row. I turn and ask the women where they would like to eat and suggest Mexican. I see a smile briefly cross Justine's face and she shakes her head no. Then I just ask Mira what kind of food she would like to eat.

"American food George. I see ethnic restaurants in American but I think want Mexican food I go to Mexico. Go to Paris and eat McDonalds, don't think so."

Both of them just look at me. American food? I have never thought about American food. Hot dogs and apple pie? As I turn the car onto restaurant row I see the answer to my dilemma: Steak! Moo cow. Cowboys. Talk about American. I pull into the valet parking of "The Steak House" and watch as two runners hit both sides of the car to open doors. I linger back a little and watch as the ladies get out. Mira gives the young man a lot of leg to look at, but Justine gives him the entire taco and I almost laugh out loud as his eyeballs budge. I wonder if it winked at him too? I get out and wait until the ladies join me, and with one on each arm we walk into the restaurant. 

Eyes turn towards us as we enter. All eyes are on the girls. You can see the pleasure in the men's eyes as they move up and down Mira and Justine. The women's eyes move up and down them to, but most of them look with cat eyes ready to do battle. 

I'm not aware of any eyes moving up and down my torso, but who cares I have both Mira and Justine on my arms. 

As we are directed towards a table eyes follow our progress. We get a corner table, the one that has a circular bench seat. I'm forced to go first and slide into the center and watch as the girls sit down. No, they just don't sit down, it is the car scene all over again except Mira does not fall down. I see smiles on the men and a few women to, but most of the women who are looking are frowning. Once we are all seated at our table eyes slowly pull away and go back to their food or lunch partners. We order drinks and food.

Justine looks first at Mira, smiles, and then looks at me and speaks, "George, we have come a long way in a very short amount of time. And I want to go farther. I want to try everything before I die, and I want you to go with me as we try out all things sexual.

"After our short talk this morning I realize that I should have talked with you before I took off and did what I did on my own. I was foolish, and that in itself was kinda fun, but... No buts. I did it and it was a giant step to take and now at last we are together on the trail of sexual adventures. Or at least I hope that we are on the same trail together?"

"Okay Justine I bite," smiling I look at Mira, who smiles back. "I remember in my youth that I enjoyed new adventures, and from time to time it did lead me into trouble but I was always able to extricate myself unscathed. In youth there is foolishness with no thought to the consequences, it is part of learning.

"With the years that come with 'growing up' I like to think we learn not to be so foolish in the things we do. But I guess, in removing the foolishness we remove possibilities and that makes it difficult to dream dreams. Do you know where all of this will end?"

"No, I don't know where this will end, but someone said it is the journey that is important and not the arrival."

"You do know that you are putting everything you hold dear on the line, on this journey you want us to take. You cannot make such a drastic change in philosophy and not think it will not spill over into all aspects of your life. Are you willing to do that?"

"It is a difficult question to answer but if I continued where I was two weeks ago the road was not appealing at all. I needed a change, " and looking at Mira she looks back at me and continues, "You needed a change too."

Reaching out my hand, Justine takes it in hers and I tell her, "We are on this journey together. Let us hold hands and 'tiptoe through the tulips' together."

"No Geroge, no tiptoeing we will walk boldly through the tulips!"

"I come to," Mira asks. "I like tulips."

Justine and I laugh and say together, "yes."

"Good. Now I need go restroom," Mira looks at Justine, "You go to?"

Justine releases my hand, stands up, holds out her hand and Mira stands and off hand in hand they go to the restroom together. I watch others as their eyes follow this dynamic duo. Life is really strange. Then I laugh out loud as both enter the women's restroom. Where else would they go? I wonder if Mira will squat, I laugh again. 

What a strange day this has been. Am I really ready for a new philosophy, after all I am over a half a century old how many more years do I have left to live? Live in peace, comfort..., and boredom? Or put everything on the red, let the wheel spin and see what happens? I have already made up my mind and told Justine I was in with her. The wheel is spinning.

I take care of the bill, and wait at the restroom for the girls to emerge. I look around the restaurant but no eyes are looking back at me. Tells the tell does it not? It is okay, the ladies are with me, that is if they ever come out of the restroom. I hear giggles approaching the door, then it opens and there is my duo. And yes both are giggling. They are surprised to see me waiting but it does not stop the giggling, but they separate and each one takes one of my arms and off we walk towards the door. I just look at one and then the other with a puzzled look on my face.

Finally Justine tells me, "Mira forgot to squat."

And the giggles continue as we walk through the door. The runners see us and are off running to get our car. 

Justine continues, "There was another woman in there who saw Mira's feet facing the wrong way in the cubicle. So when Mira came out of the cubicle this woman asked her how she was able to pee standing up. Without missing a beat Mira told her, 'Practice.' And then we almost ran to the door to get out of there."

I just look at both of them and think to myself, I guess you had to be there...

The car arrives and the girls give the runners another show. I didn't get a chance to leave a tip as everyone was on the other side of the car watching the show. I guess tips can be anything? A couple of bucks or a sex show? Justine gives a little extra by sliding her hand up Mira's legs disappearing under her dress. I hear one boy moan. I drive off, but Justine's hand stays where it is at. Shit, I can't watch as I have to drive. 

I glance over ever chance I get. Justine is now kissing Mira, and Mira is squirming. Whatever Justine is doing under Mira's dress its' effect is stimulating. 

Then Justine pulls back and tells her, "Now Dear, you will just need to wait until we get home, as it is not fair to George as he has to drive."

The looks on Mira's face almost cause me to crash; shock, disbelief, anger, pleading, all appear one at a time for moments before moving on to the next one. Then I start laughing.

"Not funny, George," Mira tells me and pouts at the same time.

I remember those feelings of long ago. I believe they are called "Blue Balls." Then I laugh again as I can almost see blue balls under panties under a short dress. What a strange day it has been. Mira is still glaring at me.

I pull into the center where my drug store is located, but Justine points out a boutique and says, "First thing we have got to do is go there."

"Okay," and I park close to the Eros Boutique. 

I get out of the car and walk to the other side and open the door for the ladies. Mira gets out quickly but Justine..., Justine gives me a show. Bless her heart. I reach in with my hand and help her out and to her feet. For my efforts she gives me a kiss, one with a hint of more to come. 

Walking to the front of the Eros Boutique I see all kinds of sexy clothes displayed in the front windows. I think this is a clothing store as I open the door for the ladies. Once inside I see all sorts of clothes made out of all kinds of material, and as we move further inside of the store I think the clothes are getting smaller and smaller. I don't think this the kiddy section, yet the amount of material being displayed if placed on a full grown woman..., ah, would indeed be interesting to see! 

Then we pass into a doorway with hanging beads acting as a screen. Inside covering every wall, even the ceiling, were all kinds of things sexual. Life size dolls with strange mouths all appearing to be saying "O." Dildos of all shapes, sizes and colors, some jutting out from the wall looking like weapons. The thought a two lines of soldiers advancing on each other with these giant dildos held threateningly out in front of them, almost causes me to loose it.

Inside some of the display cases are handcuffs and other kind of restraints. I envision a policeman with a dildo in one hand and handcuffs in the other telling me to get up against the wall and spread 'em, and I start giggling. 

Justine and Mira look at me wondering what is going on. I stop giggling and shake my head no indicating it is not worth talking about. 

In other displays there are all kinds of vibrators. Small vibrators that fit on your finger. Big vibrators that look like they could make a horse happy. And of course everything in between. There were battery power vibrators, vibrators that plugged into wall outlets, and rechargeable vibrators too! America, I love it!

I look up and see Justine and Mira talking to a sale lady over a display counter. I assume that this person is a sales person. She looks like a sales person, the kind you would find in any chic boutique, slim and pretty. Except she is wearing leather chaps, maybe a leather g-string, and a backless leather vest. When she bends over you can see the swell of her small pert breasts. She looks good with Justine and Mira. It is time to mosey on over and see what my partners are up to. Ye Haw. 

Mosey, Partners and Ye Haw? I think to myself. Is this place so alien to me that I'm having a difficult time adjusting/thinking. Maybe instead of thinking about a new journey we could think of it as a new trail ride? Get hold of yourself George, I admonish myself. Looking at the sale person I think, How about getting hold of her?

I walk up behind Justine and Mira, placing an arm around each one I nudge myself between them and look down on top of the display counter. What I am looking at is..., well it looks like two dicks back to back connected together with their heads going in opposite direction. Coming or going, I think, almost start giggling again.

The sales person looks up at me and smiles, "I was telling your wife and daughter about the Nexus two headed dildo. It pleasures two people at the same time, with the addition of a harness, and a clitoris vibrator it will drive women wild. A sure crowd pleaser." 

I smile my sweetest smile. A person once said when an attorney smiles it reminds them of the shark in "Jaws," before it bites down, and tell her, "This is my wife and this is my lover, or I should say our lover." Looking at Justine as I say it, and she smiles and nods her head. Mira squeezes my arm around her in approval.

This little sales person looks up at me with new respect, smiles at me and says, "Can you handle another one?"

"Talk to my wife here and she will see if she can fit you in. And when you are finished bag up the Nexus two headed dildo, harness and clit vibrator." In my mind's eye I could see Justine pounding away at Mira. I pull away and take Mira with me and we walk around in amazement in this adult play house. We see a bunch of things that don't make much sense to us. Rookies, I think, Me, Justine and Mira, a whole new world to explore. Am I ready?

Justine catches up with us several minutes later with the Nexus two headed dildo bagged up with the other goodies as we head down to the drug store. Once in the drug store the girls take off to the cosmetic counter while I head to the pharmacy. I tell the young male pharmacy tech my name and that I'm there to pick up a prescription. He tells me my "prescription" will be ready in a minute. Did I detect a sneer from this boy. Maybe I am just a little sensitive over picking up this prescription and I let it go, but I picture Justine using that Nexus two headed dildo on his pimply ass and I gain a little satisfaction from the thought. 

I find the girls talking about makeup, and I realize that I know nothing about makeup and don't want to know. In a few minutes another bag is filled with goodies and placed in the bigger sack from the Eros Boutique. With a honey on each arm I mosey back to the pharmacy. Time for a show down with the pimply little pharmacy tech.

The pharmacy tech looks up from the counter and his eyes first fall on me, then he looks at Justine and then Mira. Then he sees I have them both on my arms. I can almost see smoke coming from his ears as he looks from one woman to the other one. The little shit is getting an erection and it is starting to tent his overly large pants. This is funny. 

But this time the pharmacy tech treats me with the respect he should have when I first showed up. Justine pays for the prescription while I whisper into Mira's ear. Once the drugs are in our possession Mira slings out her arm and using her thumb she thumps the head of the pharmacy tech's dick. He screams as he grabs his crotch and bends over. 

Justine looks at Mira and me. I smile and tighten my hold on each woman and turn them around towards the entrance and start walking. With a turn of my head I look at the pharmacy tech , smile and send him my thoughts, Be out of town by sundown.

Once outside Mira and I start to laugh. Justine just looks at us, but the laughter is infectious and she starts to laugh as well. And laughing we enter the car and off to home we head. Sex pills and a Nexus two headed dildo, where is the day heading?

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 04



"George," Justine tells me as I drive into the garage, "Take one of your pills, remove your clothes, and hop into bed. Mira and I will join you shortly." As the car comes to a stop both of them jump out of the car. Mira grabs the bag from the sex shop and together she and Justine off head into the house.

Take a sex pill, remove clothes and hop into bed, I think to myself, I can handle that. Sometimes taking orders can be fun. Whistling Wagner's "The Ride Of the Valkrie," I head off to the kitchen. I take a pill as ordered. Then I dig out a cold bottle of champagne, three champagne glasses and head to the bedroom. Sitting the glasses down on a night stand I head to my bathroom and fight the cork off the champagne. Taking a sip from the bottle, I sit it down on the counter top, and then I start to remove my clothes. As I am undressing I can hear chatter and giggles coming from Justine's bathroom. Girls, I think, and then start to laugh, Girls, ya right. What a day this has been! Then I stop for a moment and think, it is not over yet... 

Once I am sans clothes I pick up the champagne bottle and head to the bedroom. Before I get into bed I fill the champagne glasses and then take another quick drink from the bottle, chuckle and hop into bed. Hands behind my head I settle into bed and review the days events. What a strange day, started off like any other Saturday, then it went to hell in a hand basket once Justine dropped her bomb on me, then meeting Amir, then having sex with Amir, then Amir turns into Mira, then sex pills and two headed dildos. What's next, I think as the bathroom door opens.

Justine is the first to emerge from the women's sanctum sanctorum where magic portions and spells are made to confuse and drive men to insane acts. Justine comes out wearing a belly dancer's outfit. The outer garment is translucent revealing the whimsical bra and panties. Her skin is too pale to give the costume the authenticity it truly deserved, but it was either her or the sex pills as I was starting to feel rather randy again. 

This "stirring" was not lost on Justine's gaze as she smiles at me. She bends over, I hear the sound of a rustling sack and then she straightens up with a CD jewel case in her hands. Removing the cd I watched as she places the cd in the cd player. Arabic music? Duh, I think, belly dancer's outfit, get a grip old man. Justine comes over to my side of the bed, bends down to kiss me and before I can grab her she is upright, gathering two glasses of champagne she is off once again to her holy of holies. The door closes. 

The stirring continue to stir, and I think of Amir's "America I love it," and I start to laugh out loud. America the home of the Nexus two headed dildo and sex pills, my thoughts take my laughter to another level. The door to Justine's bathroom opens and Justine looks out at me, and I wave her back. Slowly I get myself under control and listen to this intoxicating music. I think about the snake charmer with his flute and cobra, and I start to twitch my prick to the time of the music, I loose it and start to laugh again, but quieter this time. 

The door opens and Justine comes out moving with the tempo of the music. She moves to the foot of the bed where she stands and continues to gyrate with the music. I watch with a smile on my face. Then sensing movement from outside my field of vision I turn my head and see Mira standing in the doorway, timid but with a little smile on her face, she too is caught up with the music as she can't stand still. 

Mira is wearing a belly dancer's outfit but on her it seems natural with her dark skin and black hair. Then she really starts to dance, hands above her head as she becomes the music. The only thing missing are the tympanums, the little cymbals attached to a dancer's fingers and thumb used to accent the music. Mira is good, she dances to the foot of the bed and really makes her belly dance. I mean her belly muscles move to the beat of the music at the same time her hips gyrate and her arms snake through the air.

I remove my eyes from Mira and look at Justine. Justine is caught up in the moment. Her eyes are all over Mira, her lips are parted and her tongue is keeping tempo with the music as it dances across her parted lips. Justine likes what she sees. So do I!

The song ends. Mira bows. Justine claps. I clap and whistle too. Mira looks up first at Justine, and I watch as a smile is born on her face. Then she looks at me and I am still clapping and whistling. Her smile is even bigger. Then she sees what I have between my legs and blushes, but the smile never leaves her face. She then turns to Justine and throwing her arms around Justine she kisses her. Mira breaks the kiss with Justine then she jumps into bed with me, crawls up my body and kisses me too. 

I feel the bed shift as Justine climbs onto the bed. I feel a hand around my dick but I don't know who's as Mira is still trying to suck my breath away, and to be honest about it I don't care as the hand feels good. Then Mira breaks the kiss and hides her head between my shoulder and neck. Justine takes her place and I can tell the difference between the kiss as Justine has had more practice with me. Both are exciting.

Justine breaks the kiss and bury's her head between my other shoulder and neck. I almost have to fight to get my breath back. I have my arms around both and pull them tightly against me. This feels really good, both arms are full and my dick is as hard as a rock. Then I notice that there are two hands playing with my sex. Life is good, I think and sigh as fingers play my dick like a lute. 

My hands are not idle, I slide both underneath their pants and panties and feel ass. Which one feels better, I ask myself. Both are wonderful and different, and I refuse to answer myself as I play with each. Smiling, I tell myself, A little bit of heaven in each hand.

"Mira," I ask, "Where did you learn to dance like that?"

"My mother taught me. Since she was little girl all she ever wanted was be a dancer. Her father said okay to learn but could not dance professionally. When she married father she dance for him but him only. When I born there were no more children, she taught me dance. As young child my father thought my dancing funny, but I grew older he forbid it. Mother and I would dance when alone, she happy to have someone teach. I loved to watch her dance. She tell me when dance she feel good. I too feel good when dance. No one but mother see me dance. I like dance for you and Justine. I love to dance."

"With us you are always free to dance, to do whatever you want to do."

She looks at me, "Is so?" Then looking at Justine, both smile. Then turning back to me she ask,"Okay George would like to try different thing?" 

"Different? This entire day has been different, why should I stop now. Just do it."

Both hop out of bed and I hear the rustling sack again. In flash both are back up on the bed, one on each side of me. Both grab my arms and before I can blink my eyes my wrists are encased in leather restraints and both arms are secured to the bed posts. The girls lean over me and kiss each other while their hands roam each other's bodies. It is a long kiss, one that I wished I was in the middle of. I hear moans and whimpers, and then I realize that some of that noise is coming from me! They break the kiss and with flames in their eyes they look at me.

Justine bends over and kisses me. While I am sucking on her tongue Mira is free to use her tongue on my nipples. I want to reach out and touch but I can't and the only whimpers I hear are mine. Justine breaks our kiss, bends her head and joins Mira on my nipples excepts she starts to bite. At first I feel nothing but pain but that turns into heat, and oh lord I'm starting to burn up! What seems like hours they both release my now overly sensitive nipples and proceed down my torso. Mira just using her lips and tongue to tickle. Justine is using her teeth and as she moves downward there are red teeth marks where she has been. I'm trapped between the two tortures and I am going insane. The more noise I make and the more strenuous my movements the more intense the girls do their things. Then after two lifetimes they arrive at the base of my prick.

With all of the things they were doing to my torso I have forgotten about my dick. Not anymore! What did Larry say, molten steel. I understand what he means now, my cock is so hard and so hot. My eyes are closed, my back is arched and off the bed. Why has no one touched my dick, I scream in my head, then I open my eyes and look down to where the girls are at. Both are just looking at it wide eye and with smiles on their faces.

"DO SOMETHING, DON'T JUST STARE AT IT," I scream hysterically. Both of them jump back as if shot, then turn and look at me with shock in their eyes.

Justine is the first to speak, "George we will, in our own time. This time baby you are not in control, we are. Lay back and enjoy." 

With that I fall back to the bed with a sigh, but my dick feels like it is still up there. I look at both of them and then at my cock, then back at them with pleading in my eyes.

"Justine it is, ...it is very red and very big too," Mira speaks in awe.

"Very wet too," bending forward Justine's tongue touches the base of my dick and drags it upward removing the wetness. Once she arrives at the head she removes her tongue and kisses Mira. My cock feels like an ignited rocket on the launching pad without the restraining clamps removed, but even I forgot my predicament at the intensity of their kiss. Then I watch as slowly their heads descends towards my dick and once again I hump my body upward to hasten the contact. When my dick makes contact with their chins the only parts of my body touching the bed are the heels of my feet and the back of my head. They break the kiss and then their lips part as my dick glides between them. Lips and tongues, oh lord I think, Houston I have contact!. My cock is being attacked by a million butterfly wings and the pleasure I can't describe. Justine breaks contact and gets off the bed but Mira has swallowed me into a wet vortex of lips and swirling tongue and all I know is her. Slowly Mira follows me downward to the bed as my muscles can no longer keep me airborne.

The bed shifts and Justine is back. She pulls Mira off my dick. My first reaction is to strike out but I am tied down. Justine and Mira kiss again then break apart and whispers are exchanged. Justine grabs my dick and I feel coolness as her hand has some kind of lubricant on it, and then she starts to slide her hand up and down very slowly. Mira gets up from the bed and removes her pants. Mira is back on the bed and as Justine releases my dick as Mira straddles my body facing me. I see Justine doing something behind Mira. Mira sucks in some air as a smile appears on her face. Then Justine has her hand on my dick again and then I feel something different as it touches the head of my dick. A ring of pleasure slowly travels down my dick and as I look at Mira I see her lips make that "O" like the dolls at the Eros Boutique. This silky feeling I know but the ease of entrance is new to me, then I think, the lubricant. Mira has me inside of her and once she has all of me in her she starts to rise again. Then I feel a probing of my neither regions, then something enters me. Justine!

All I can see of Justine is her torso and one hand that has found its' way into her pants and panties. I know where the other hand is! Never in all of my life have I experience such sensations. What has been one finger is now the addition of another finger, then another. Justine cums. She withdraws her fingers and pushes down on Mira to stop her up and down movements. Mira and I both moan in confusion. Mira may have stopped her movements but her sphincter continues to dance around my cock. 

I scream, "Justine what the fuck...," and I can't go on as she has swung her legs over my head and placed her cunt over my lips. I know what to do in this situation and I lick and suck as fast as I can. It was part in self preservation as Justine was so wet if I had not done anything I would have drowned. We all cum at the same time. This orgasmic loop is mind boggling, coming or going we do not know or care. Mira falls backwards, Justine fall off to the side, and well I was tied up so I could not go anywhere so I stayed where I was at. 

Justine is the first to recover, she turns around and kisses me. I could taste Mira on her and my dick twitchs. I think, Modern living with chemistry, America I Love it! I whisper to Justine, "Baby I want you!"

"No George I want you," Justine tells me with a smile on her face, then she turns and leaves the bed.

In confusion I think, didn't we say the same thing?

Justine walks around to the other side of the bed and then she sits down. I hear the rustling once again of that sack, the one from the Eros Boutique. I watch as Justine rocks from one side to the other, then she stands up. And slowly she turns around.

Oh shit, is the first thing that crosses my mind. Justine is wearing the Nexus two headed dildo! She is also wearing a smile as she walks to the end of the bed. Mira is still between my legs in that wonderful after glow of wonderful sex not knowing what day it is or caring. Justine bends over her and gently kisses her on her lips, then whispers in her ear. Mira eyes pop open, she smiles, then she rolls off the bed and stands looking at me. 

Oh shit, once again rolls through my mind. I look between my legs and all I see is the Nexus two headed dildo and Justine's smile. The bed shifts as Justine crawls towards me. Smiling she lowers her mouth to my dick, which thanks to modern chemistry is still hard as a rock. In no time at all the terrible Nexus double headed dildo is forgotten, and each time that Justine enters an additional finger into me all I can think of is the pleasure that courses through my being. While all of this is going on Mira joins us on the bed, starts to kiss me and run her hands up and down my body. I give myself over to pleasure and close my eyes. I never knew the moment when Mira's hand replaced Justine's mouth. I just remember the emptiness when Justine removed her fingers from me and then in an instant her fingers were back. 

My eyes pop open, looking over Mira I see Justine looking down at me with a smile on her face. As the Nexus two headed dildo passes my prostrate gland my lips make that strange little "O" like those dolls in the Eros Boutique. 

Mira removes her lips from mine and looks into my eyes, "Is good George," she asks then smiles as no answer is needed. Sneaking her hand between Justine and myself she has my dick in her grasp. 

Justine bends her head and kisses me. There are no words available to describe how I feel. Justine's tongue is attacking my tongue like the Nexus two headed dildo is attacking my ass. She breaks the kiss and pulling upwards she hauls my legs over her shoulders and starts to drive my ass like a jack hammer tearing up concrete. Mira bends over and replaces her hand with her mouth... And there is no tomorrow, there is only the now. Justine and I both cum at the same time and as Justine's motion starts to slow down Mira keeps up her actions sending me into sensory overload and I scream, "NO MORE! PLEASE!!"

Justine removes the Nexus two headed dildo from my ass, and Mira removes my dick from her mouth with a plop. And I just lay there, then drift off into sleep where all the women have dicks and vaginas. I run in terror as I don't know which sex organs want me.

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 05



Friday at last, I think as I enter the garage. Has my life been reduced to living for Friday evenings and weekends? Yep, but it is not too bad considering all that transpired last weekend, and what is to transpire this weekend. Smiling I enter the house.

"George your late," Justine tells me with both hands on her hips.

Not saying a word I slip my arms between hers, placing both of my hands on her firm little ass I pick her up and kiss her. This is not a kiss normally associated with greetings and we are both getting into it and the doorbell rings. 

At first I ignore it, then Justine breaks the kiss, "George go and answer the door, it is probably Mira."

"It could be Amir," I remind her as I put her back on the ground. With one last squeeze I release her ass and head for the door with an erection tenting the front of my pants. I open the door and there stands Amir or it could be Mira, but then I notice that he is not wearing makeup and I decide it is Amir.

"George," smiling Amir looks me up and down and says, "you glad see me or is rifle in pocket."

I laugh and kiss him. His attempted reference to Mae West is too much, I break the kiss and start laughing again. My laugh is infectious and Amir starts to laugh as well.

Justine arrives at the door and demands, "Okay you two, we are running late. No more playing." She gives Amir a kiss and taking him by the hand pulls him past me. 

I look at Amir's European car with his bike in a rack on the back. I get his bike and bring it in the house. Then I'm off to my room to get out of the monkey suit and into shorts and polo shirt. Friday, gotta love it. 

As I dress I hear giggles and other strange things from Justine's bathroom. I guess she is turning Amir into Mira. I laugh as I think, Larry you are in for one big surprise. Laughing I'm off to the Library and the J. D. Black.

With drink in hand I sit down and think about Amir. I just finished kissing a man not more then a few minutes ago. Not that long ago I would have slugged a person who told me that I would be doing that. How quickly things change, or do they? I remember when my son, Justin, was born and all of the kisses I gave him when he was so young so helpless. I remember kissing Justin for years, when I left for work or came home he would run up to me for his kiss. When did the kissing stop and why did it stop? When he comes home from graduate school he still kisses his mother but why not me? I love him as much as I ever did but a hand shake or hug is the most I ever get, what happened here and why? Is the world so fucked up that the only affection men can show to one another is a hand shake or a brief hug? Women still kiss each other. I am on the verge of depression when the women come down and join me in the library. No man can stay depressed when these two women stand in front of you as the blood is flowing to fiercely throughout your body. 

"I think George happy to see us," Mira looks at Justine with a smile on her face.

"Either that or he has a gun in his pocket," replies Justine.

We all laugh. And then we walk to the car for our trip to Larry's and Ann's house for dinner and fun.

Nothing out of the ordinary occurs on the way over to Larry's house, perhaps it is the unknown as we are introducing something new to our friendship. I think that things will work out fine. Justine told me earlier that she had seduced Ann a few weeks ago, and afterwards in their pillow talk Ann had told her that Larry has always wondered what it would be like to have sex her. Justine told her that I had said similar things about her, so in this past week the girls have been busy getting things ready. According to Justine, Ann knows about Mira but Larry doesn't. 

It is not long we are at Larry's and I am helping the ladies out of the car and Mira flashes me some leg, Justine notices and not to be outdone she flashes the whole enchilada. I mean the whole enchilada as she is not wearing any underclothes. I whistle my approval, and she smiles. With a woman on each arm I walk them to the door. Justine pushes the doorbell and we wait. Larry opens the door and seeing me with a woman on each arm his mouth just drops open, reminding me of the dolls hanging everywhere at the Eros Boutique with their mouths displaying their perfect little "O."

Justine releases my arm, steps forward at the same time reaching up with her hand and pushes Larry's mouth closed. Then she kisses him, I notice that his mouth does not stay closed as Justine is giving him a kiss to remember. I also notice that his hands are starting to wonder around her backside. I think that both have forgotten Mira and myself.

"Larry," I almost shout, "You do have other guest to attend to." Larry never hears me but Justine does, and using both of her hands she pushes Larry away.

"Larry let me introduce you to Mira." Turning to Mira she smiles and says, "Mira Ramadan this is Larry Sanchez."

Mira steps forward to greet Larry but before she knows what is happening Larry is kissing her. With just a little bit of hesitance on her part she kisses back trying to out do Justine. 

"Larry enough," Justine shouts and walks up to them and pushes them apart.

I'm not really sure but I don't think either one wanted to break the kiss. Justine is lucky if they had been dogs she would have been bitten but all she got was heated stares. 

Justine grabs Mira and drags her off to the kitchen where I assume Ann is.

Visibly shaken Larry extends his trembling hand to me saying "Damn George now I understand why you needed those pills."

I slap his hand away, reaching up with both of my hands I grab his head and kiss him on the lips. It is not as intense as what Mira and Justine received but not bad. I release his head and break the kiss.

"George maybe you need to cut those pills in half," Larry looks at me with a smile on his face as he closes the door. 

"Larry I'm tired of taboos. Who makes these damn things up anyway and why do we pay so much attention to them? I just remembered a few hours ago how enjoyable and natural kissing my son was. It was a bonding experience that he and I looked forward to, and then it stopped. We didn't discuss it we just stopped because someone said we should or planted the thought in our minds. Larry I am pissed at the stupidity of most taboos, and they way some people are willing to fight to the death to keep them going..."

Using both of his hands he grabs my head and kisses me. It is not the friendly little kiss I gave him this is more in keeping with what he gave Justine and Mira. I feel my tension leave me as my blood drains from my brain and travels to my dick. I kiss back.

Larry breaks the kiss, "I have wanted to do that since we were freshmen in college. Watching you in the shower I wanted to do more."

"You?" I stammer, "You did? I never knew..."

"No, you were always chasing girls. I was just always your college roommate. I could have tried to move on you but I didn't want to loose you as a friend, so I didn't . And I knew that I was going into medicine and being a queer G.P. was not a way to make it in the world, so I became straight. I met Ann and she became my all around lover. Now buddy if you want to talk about taboos, I'm willing to talk."

"Boys," Ann screams, "what are you doing out there? We need your help in here."

We both walk into the kitchen together. 

Mira notices our excited state and speaks out loud, "They happy see us, or have pistols in pockets?"

Everyone laughs. 

I walk up to Ann who has her arms out waiting for me and I pull her into me and kiss her. Where Justine is Ms. Hard Body, Ann is soft. Justine is a little tall, Ann is 3 inches taller. Both are good to hold and kiss. And kiss we do, I have one hand on Ann's ass and one running up and down her back playing her like a cello, and she was singing. Her body was moving up and down against my erection. We both hear the hooting, whistling and clapping at the same time. We break the kiss and look at Justine, Larry, and Mira who keep up their antics while we blush. 

Ann is the first to speak with a mountain twang to her voice, "He ain't got no pistol in his pocket honey, that thing there is a cannon and the fuse is lit. Weeeee doggie!"

I almost fall on the floor laughing at hearing this, Ann has a Masters in Speech Pathology but a PhD in humor. Oh lord this is going to be a hell of a night, I shake my head and continue to smile.

It turns our that our manly skills were needed to open the wine bottles. Dinner is ready and we proceed to the dinning room. Talk is free and wide ranging, and then we focus on our new friend. 

We find out that Mira is from Oman. Justine and I knew that Mira's mother wanted to be a dancer but this was new to Larry and Ann who are excited that Mira's mother has taught her how to dance. Justine breaks in and tells them that Mira brought her dancing outfit and music, and that she will dance sometimes after dinner and the news brings smiles to everyone. We also learn that Mira's father is a personal advisor to Sultan Qaboos bin Said of Oman, and that his family comes from a long line of ship builders.

Dinner over, 4 bottles of wine emptied of their contents, the ladies leave the table while Larry and I clean up the table. In the kitchen I asked Larry about his sexual experiences as a young man. Larry tells me about his limited experiences with other boys while in high school and a few in college as well. Some of the men he mentioned in college I knew and I was surprised to learn that they were gay. I mean a couple were big football players, really big and mean football players, one went on to the pros and was inducted in the Hall of Fame. Larry called me on my stereotyping and I 'fessed up to it but told him I was doing my best to change. Larry's experiences were typical of sexual experiences of most young people regardless of sex; clouded in secrecy, confusion and hurried. I want to tell him of my experiences with Amir but that would spoil the surprise. We hear music, Middle Eastern music, smiling we head off in the direction of the music. 

All three women are sitting on the floor dressed in costume, like they have just escaped from the Genie's bottle, the one from the televison show of years past except their faces are veiled. Looking at Justine and Ann their costumes would not have made it past the TV censure as their breasts are bare under their blouses, their nipples erect like the points on top of the pyramids . Mira bows her head to the floor when Larry and I enter, Justine and Ann slowly follow her actions bowing as well. I punch Larry in the ribs with my elbow and point him to the couch where the ladies are facing. We sit on the couch facing our harem.

Mira sits up and starts to dance while she is still seated. This time she has the tympanums in both hands and she uses them to accent the music and her actions. Ann and Justine are mirroring Mira's moves except they don't have the little cymbals to play or the years of experience. The music ends and the next track starts to play. Mira rises to her feet like a bird taking flight and the real dancing begins. Mira told us at dinner that dancing she does goes back at least to 2680 BC. I see her dance as a dance of fertility, and as a dance Temple Prostitutes danced to their gods and suitors; across the ages the message is still the same: SEX! 

By sheer determination I am able to remove my eyes from Mira and I am able to see the other women. Ann and Justine are into the music and either one would have caused a dead man to become erect, their movements and actions are certainly erotic but they pale in comparison to what Mira is doing. I look at Larry and he has eyes only for Mira. I know lust, I have been in lust but I have never looked at lust objectively. But as I look at Larry I see lust and if I had the scientific instruments and had him hooked up to them I'm sure I could have measured it as all externals signs point to lust: bulging eyes, rapid and shallow breath, beads of sweat his forehead, tongue licking his lips, and if I had doubts looking downward I see his dick tenting his pants or as Mira would try and say, a gun in his pocket.

Mira is locked in this dance of lust too. She is dancing for Larry as I think she knows she has him totally in her power. 

Ann notices me looking at her and with a smile on her face she joins me on the couch sitting on my lap. I put my arms around her, feel her softness, smell her perfume, and gaze at her unencumbered breast through her flimsy blouse. I try and kiss her but she shakes her head no and nods towards Mira and Larry indicating that she wants to watch what is unfolding.

Justine notices that Ann has stopped dancing and she joins us on the couch, sitting on the couch's arm she drapes one arm around my shoulders and one around Ann. The hand of the arm she places around Ann cups a breast and gently squeezes. Taking my lead from her I cup Ann's other breast. Ann never removes her eyes from Mira but a soft sigh escapes from her mouth.

Mira moves in closer to Larry. She moves slowly like a snake, gliding, slithering, eyes hypnotizing her prey. I don't think Larry could move away if he wanted to. Her hands strike out like snakes but gently and sensuously as they make contact with his face, her fingers act like little kisses covering his entire head. Larry moans and Mira inhales his excitement like wine, growing intoxicated with her power over him. 

Ann starts to rock in my lap. I look at her and notice that Justine's hand is missing from her breast. I look down and notice that Justine's hand has found it way into Ann's pants and between her legs. The movements underneath Ann's pants leave no doubt as to what Justine is doing, but it is not hurried. Justine too is playing the part of a snake and she has control of her prey.

Mira pulls Larry to his feet. Larry standing is shaky at best but once Mira feels he can stand alone she removes her hands from him and starts dancing around his body. As she circles Larry parts of her are always in contact with him. After a couple of revolutions she stops in front of him but continues to dance while making fleeting contact with various parts of his body. She doubles then triples the tempo of the music with her body. Larry starts to tremble, slowly at first but then it increases to the point where I think he is having a seizure; his eyes close, his mouth makes the perfect little "O" and then there is a rushing of air from his lungs and a moan escapes from his lips. Larry's moan sounds like a million voices giving cry to pent up passions that have resounded over countless centuries. Then Larry's knees give out and he slowly falls to the floor. 

All of us freeze as we watch Larry go down. Mira and I are the first to see the spreading stain in front of Larry's pants. Mira falls to the floor and quickly undos Larry's pants and pull out his still ejaculating penis. With a cry of triumph on her lips she quickly engulfs his dick. Larry comes alive, captures her head in his hands and once again starts to tremble. Mira devours her prey with the intensity of a predator who has thoroughly enjoyed the hunt.

Then Ann cums. I reach around with my free hand and cup Ann's other breast as Justine continues her manipulations on Ann's clitoris. Ann's eyes never leave Mira and Larry but her climax is intense and long lasting, then she goes limp in my embrace. Justine removes her hand from Ann's pants and brings her wet fingers to my lips, a foretaste of things to cum. 

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 06



I'm sucking on Justine's fingers, savoring the taste of Ann's cunt, Justine smiles and asks, "Taste good doesn't it?"

I just nod my head and continue sucking. 

Slowly Justine removes her fingers from my mouth and informs me, "Taste even better from the source." With that she moves to my other side and sits down on the couch. Ann comes back to earth, she moves off my lap and sits on my other side. I place an arm around both and pull them close to me, and just smile thinking what a lucky man I am.

There is a moan from the floor and the three of us look down. It appears that the moan came from Mira as Larry has pulled her off his dick, and is now kissing her. I have never really watch two people deeply kiss like these two are doing. If I didn't know better I would swear that they were eating each other; but trying to figure out who was eating whom is the trick. 

As I was trying to figure this out the women start removing my shirt. When I am able to see Mira and Larry again they were still kissing but their hands wear roaming up and down each other's bodies, sort of like what Ann and Justine is doing to me. At some unseen command the hands stop roaming and start concentrating on my nipples. Ann starts to gently roll my nipple back and forth between her fingers as Justine was trying to pull my other one off. Pain and pleasure, I don't know which one I enjoy the most. I am surprised when the pain turned to heat, and then the heat turned to pleasure. Oh god, somehow my internal wiring is being rerouted, what was once pain is now pleasure, I think as Justine removes her hand from my nipple and replaced it with her lips and tongue. The pleasure is intense... then she bites me. A scream was on its way up when she releases her teeth and starts to flick her tongue back and forth across my tortured nipple. The scream turns into a moan of excitement before it leaves my lips.

I close my eyes and enjoy the sensations. Ann has replaced her hand with her mouth, now two mouths are driving me insane. It must be insanity as I can't think, I don't think I can see, and I don't care! When I think I can't take it anymore, someone has sneaked their hand into my shorts and grabbed my dick. My dick, somehow I have forgotten my dick! Now all I can think of is my dick. Then another hand finds it way into my shorts, past my dick towards my balls. Without thinking I spread my legs to help this new hand reach its destination. I keep my eyes closed because there is something inside of me that is afraid if I open them all of this will be just a dream, and it feels just too damn good to end.

"What the...," we hear from the floor.

I open my eyes, the women pull their mouths from my erect nipples and we all look at Larry and Mira. Larry has removed Mira's translucent blouse and bra, now he is just staring Mira's lack of breasts. A smile slowly spreads across his face, then he looks up at me. I smile back and blow him a kiss. Larry then looks at Ann with a questioning look on his face, and she smiles and says, "Go for it baby." Larry bends his head and starts sucking on Mira's nipple, while a happy sigh escapes from Mira.

Been there done that, I look at Ann and Justine. Ann grabs my head and kisses me. What a kiss! I thought she was trying to eat my tongue as she sucked it into her mouth. Whew, I think, things are getting hot! As I try to regain control of my tongue, Justine is pulling my shorts off. As my tongue fights with Ann's, Justine's tongue has made contact with my dick. I say Justine has made contact with my dick but her contact is light and fleeting; her tongue is like the wings of a butterfly dancing up and down and around my dick and balls.

My hands start to wonder up, down and around Ann's body. She feels so soft and smooth. One hand capture's a nipple and she squirms, and moans into my mouth. My other hand has moved down between her legs and has found the opening to her cunt. She is wet, then I remember how she tasted on Justine's fingers and I moan into her mouth.

Breaking all contact with me Ann jumps up, removes her clothes, and looks at Justine and exclaims, "I need his cock!"

"Sure baby," smiling a wicked smile Justine grabs my dick in a vise like grip and tells Ann, "but mount him facing me."

Ann straddles my body and lowers herself while Justine guides my dick into her hot and dripping cunt. Sweet delight invades my being as my dick enters Ann's silky hot pussy. I reach out grabbing Ann's plump ass with both my hands and start to kneed it like a baker working on bread dough. 

While I have been busy with Ann, Justine has disposed of her clothes. Straddling my body in front of Ann she presents her breasts to her. Ann bends her head and captures a nipple with her teeth. She pulls Ann's head into her breast while looking down at me with a smile on her face. I stare at my wife as Ann rocks back and forth on my dick and I think to myself just how much I love my wife. 

I almost laugh out loud at the absurdity of this situation: my dick is buried in the pussy of my best friend's wife, who just happens to have one of my wife's breast in her mouth and I think, I love my wife. Then I do laugh out loud, which causes Ann to release Justine's breast. Justine laughs too but then bends her head and kisses Ann. Again I wonder who is eating whom, but I don't really don't care as Ann cunt has started to contract around my dick. I tighten my grip on Ann's ass and start to drive my dick into her with all of my power and she cums. Moans escape from Ann's mouth and Justine tries to eat them all but some escape and fills the room with her sounds of excitement, while her cunt convulses around my dick and her wetness drenches my balls. This is paradise, I think as I slow my pace and then stop my movement.

Justine releases Ann's lips and starts to kiss Ann's face, then her neck and kisses her way down to her breasts. Ann is shaking now almost like a bowl of Jell-O and I like this movement! Then I feel Justine's tongue at the junction where Ann and I meet. The butterfly is back but now it is dancing over two bodies, or is it now one because we are connected? I laugh out loud in joy as Ann cums again, and Justine is there to lap up the wetness. Ann slowly falls over and I guide her fall to the couch where she just lays there breathing heavily. 

The butterfly has now turned into a hungry tigress as she swallows my dick up to my balls. Whew I'm impresses and excited too! After a few moments I pull Justine's head from my dick and bring it upwards to my face, where I then start to lick the wetness from her lips and chin. Then I kiss her, and out tongues start to do battle. I pull away and tell her, "I want you."

Justine smiles. Then with a wicked look on her face she spins away and ends up on her hands and knees. Looking back over her shoulders at me, she wiggles her hips and I get the message. Quickly I'm behind her and with her assistance I have my dick buried up her cunt in one thrust. The feeling is astonishing as she clamps her muscles around my dick and as I pound her sex. She has placed the fingers of one of her hands on her clitoris and is masturbating herself, and in no time she is cuming. I finally look up and see that she has placed herself where we can both see Mira and Larry.

Larry is doing things to Mira's cock that I have never thought about, and by the sounds that Mira is making she is enjoying his actions. Then Larry pulls off of Mira's cock and he moves his head downwards. I pull Justine's limp body upwards towards me and whisper in her ears, "What is Larry doing to Mira?"

Shaking her head Justine looks at what is taking place before her. I feel her cunt contract around my cock and she tells me almost breathlessly that, "Larry is eating her ass."

"Eating her ass?"

"Yes! He is putting his tongue up her ass, hopefully in preparation for his dick."

"You are telling me that he is putting his tongue up Mira's ass?"

"Yes baby I am. Not only does it feel good to have it done to you, but as you do it, it feels... it feels wonderful to do it. Knowing that you are giving pleasure, and giving pleasure in a way that most people would never even consider is almost to wonderful to consider. Remember that sex is dirty if you do it right, and when your tongue enters your lover's ass it does not get much dirtier then that but it is not dirty... it is only the thought."

"Really?"

"Really!"

With that information I withdraw my dick from Justine's pussy, then walking backwards on my knees till I think the angle is correct I pull her ass cheeks apart and look at her little pink asshole. Why the fuck not, I think and bring my mouth into contact with her ass. My tongue sneaks out and gently probes Justine's asshole. At first my tongue meets resistance but soon she relaxes and my tongue is able to probe deeper. There is not an offensive taste or smell but it is so incredibly sexy that I am blown away by the very act. Soon Justine is into the act and she starts to push her ass back as my tongue plunges past her sphincter on its' downward thrust. She has brought her fingers up to her cunt and she is strumming her own tune on her clitoris as I play her ass with my tongue like a bow across a string instrument. Justine soon cums, and on that note I remove my tongue and replace it with my slicked up dick. In a few slow shoves my dick is buried up her ass. Once I have Justine impaled on my dick I look up and see that Larry has don't the same thing to Mira. 

Larry and I look at each other, smile, then we pound with all of our power into and out of our lovers. Our lovers moan in unison, a cappella and in tune as we pound their asses without a conductor but on the same beat. In one final heart shaking crescendo we all cum at the same time. Then slowly Larry and I slowly fall onto our prostrate lovers with applause from Ann as out performance did not go unnoticed. 

I whisper into Justine's ear, "I love you baby."

She responds with the tightening of her sphincter and a sigh on her lips. 

to be continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 07



Driving out of Larry's driveway Justine looks at me and ask, "Are you disappointed that Mira is staying the night with Larry and Ann?" 

"No. I'm really happy that Larry has him to play with, and hopefully he will share with Ann. Overall I think that it will be an excellent experience for Mira, and Larry will have a ton of fun too."

"Well I'm glad to hear you are okay with it. Do we have to go home right away?"

"No. What would you like to do?"

"Well I want to play some more."

"Play?"

"Yes, play," with that said Justine reaches over, unzips my pants and slides her hand inside to grasp my dick.

"You do know that I am an old man. An old man that has made incredible love to two incredible women tonight?"

"Larry thought you would say something like that." Removing her hand from my penis she digs around in her purse until she pulls out a small box, and as she removes a pill she looks at me she says, "Open you mouth."

I just look at her, which is kinda of dangerous as I am driving a very large car.

"George it is a sample of some new sex pills. Larry says it takes effect almost immediately, no long waits."

"Pills," I say disdainfully as I stick out my tongue. Justine places the pill on my second favorite sex organ and I swallow it like frog with a fly. I hope the frog receives more pleasure from the act as I gulp this new sex pill down my gullet.

"Good boy," Justine tells me as she unsnaps my shorts, "Now lift your ass."

"What?"

"You heard me, lift you ass so I can get you out of these shorts."

I just look at Justine, with a look that anyone could interpret as, Are you out of your mind? 

"George, keep your eyes on the road!"

Looking back at the road I'm surprised but I am still on the road and not up a tree. Pull of my shorts, she has to be kidding.

"Are you chicken," my crazy wife asks me.

"Chicken? Justine I'm over a half a century old, and you ask me if I am chicken. I have not heard that term used in that manner in over 30 years, yet you dare use it on me? Chicken?" I just shake my head as I can't believe what she has just asked. Chicken: cowardly, no backbone, easily intimidated...

I lift my ass and almost shout to her, "Take the damn shorts off!!" 

Smiling she pulls my shorts down. After a few harrowing seconds she works my feet out of the shorts and then I am naked from the waist down. I look down and my dick is starting to grow but I swear that little one eye monster is looking at me and saying sucker.

I look at Justine who has a smile on her face as she looks at me. "What's so funny," I ask.

"George you look so handsome sitting there in your polo shirt driving this huge battleship of a car, and your foward gun is slowly raising seeking a target to shoot at, that I can't help but smile." With that said she presents her open mouth as a suitable target for my gun to aim at, but instead of shooting it is swallowed whole. She takes the whole thing as I feel her lips at the base of my dick as her nose tickles my pubic hair; I'm impressed as she has never done this to me before. 

"Hmmmmmmmmm, baby that's feeling good," I tell her as I try and keep the battleship in the appropriate shipping lane. Reaching over with my right hand I slip it under her Genie costume, then under her panties and gently squeeze her ass. As I squeeze her ass I feel as well as hear a moan escape from her throat. Life is good, I think as I try and figure out where to go to but all I can do is drive: what is the saying, it is the journey and not the arrival that is the adventure, perhaps I understand that now. 

My exploring fingers have found ports in a storm. I let my thumb sail into her ass, as a finger slips into her cunt, while another finger steers towards her clitoris. It seems that my actions have caused another storm as Justine's hips start to rock in the wake of my actions. The seas are staring to get ruff as Justine's ass is tossed around in a maelstrom of my making. It does not matter how storm tossed she becomes she never leaves her station nor ceases her duty to her captain. But there comes a time in a sailor's life when the storm is too intense, the maelstrom too strong and they are thrown overboard. 

In Justine's case she is thrown upright, with her lips glistening with wetness she screams,"Oh Geroge! What you do to me!!!" As her hips grind away on my fingers, she licks her lips and her eyes roll up inside of her head. I keep her in the maelstrom until she screams, "No more George!" 

And like a storm abating I let my fingers slow until they are still but like an anchor on the sea floor I am still firmly entrenched. Justine grabs my neck and I can feel her tremble against me like restless waves upon a storm tossed beach. "Oh, George," she moans into my ear, then..., then..., she bites my ear lobe!

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh," I scream. I mean Justine bites my ear lobe! It is not a nibble, she stops just short of biting the thing off, I think, maybe... "Are you fucking crazy?" Removing my hand from her ass, and my fingers from their warm, wet harbor I reach up to make sure my ear lobe is still there. My ear lobe is still there but it is throbbing like a siren wobbling out warnings. Turning to Justine I ask, "Why?"

"Keep your eyes on the road."

I turn back and make sure there is a road, then I look back at Justin with a questioning look upon my face. Then I focus on my driving and the pain in my ear lobe.

"Cap'n, I did it, sir... I did it to help you keep focused as I didn't want you to cum too soon."

"What?'

Reaching out with her hand she grabs my sex. Pain or no pain it was still as hard as a diamond cutter, but unlike a diamond cutter it is wet with excitement. Justine looks up at me with a smile on her face.

"You didn't know that. Your hand was not on it," I tell her with my hand still on my ear as I look into her smiling eyes.

"Oh George, I knew. What you were doing to me, what I was feeling, you had to be mirroring all of that too. As much as you think you were in control, you were just an equal partner in what we were doing. As I grew excited, you grew excited too. We were in a feedback loop dancing upon each other's excitement, I just didn't want it to stop too soon. So I bit the thing that was within the range of my teeth," with that said she grasps my dick in her hand to show me it could be worse.

I shudder slightly at the picture she presents to me, but my dick remains hard and firmly in her grasp. A thousand thoughts race across my mind but none could out think her logic, but even with all of that my ear lobe still hurts. Looking at the road ahead of me I ask her, "So..., what's next?"

"Baby, I would like some champagne."

"Champagne?"

"Yes, champagne. It is time to celebrate. George we have started out on a new adventure, and like christening a new ship we need to recognize that this is a start of new beginning."

With that bit of information I change course and set sail towards a different kind of liquid paradise. In a few short minutes I pull up in front of a resupply ship. Eh... I mean a store where Justine can get champagne. Releasing my dick she digs around in my shorts until she finds my wallet, removes several bills, kisses me on the lips and out he door she bounces. 

This particular store I stop at has a glass front. I am able to watch Justine enter the store and move toward the coolers where her champagne should be located. I watch as others pause and look at Justine, remember she is still in her Genie costume with her pert breasts bouncing free and her little ass covered in little panties. The sight causes my dick to twitch, and I smile as I watch others point and smile at her. As Justine picks up her package and change from the checkout there is a knocking at the passenger window of the car. I look up and see a very pretty young woman raping her knuckles against the window. I push the button to let that window down. Laughing she sticks her head in the window and ask, "Do you need a hand with that papa?"

I look at her with a puzzled look and then I remember my shorts are on the floor. If there was more available light I'm quite sure she would have seen me blush but before she can reply Justine is there. 

Justine ask her, "Can I help you?"

Looking Justine up and down while her tongue traces the outline of her lips she ask, "Are you with him?"

"Yes, who are you with?"

Tossing her head behind her she says, "The jerk in the pickup."

Without looking at the truck Justine asks the young lady, "Want to go with us?"

Once more looking Justine up and down she nods her head yes. Pulling away from the door she allows Justine to enter the car and then she follows.

"Go George," Justine tells me.

Shaking my head in disbelief I crank the battleship up and pull away. Then I am out on the road and heading..., towards..., I don't know I am just driving.

"Nice outfit," the young lady tells Justine.

Justine looks at the young lady dressed in jeans and shirt, "Do you feel a little over dressed?"

"Well now that you mention it, I do."

As Justine pulls out a bottle from her sack she tells the young lady very simply, "Well, take it off."

With a laugh the young lady starts to remove her clothes while Justine fights the top off a bottle of champagne. I just drive, but for some reason I have headed out of the city away from home. I am heading out to the lake, out towards the country. Hearing a pop I realize that Justine has a bottle of champagne open, and I hear the rustle of clothes knowing that a unknown young woman is in the car with us removing her clothes. Strange, I think, but then I remember that I am undressed from the waist downwards. Strange! 

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 08



The moon is full and so are the breasts on the unknown young lady we just picked up. Justine is drinking champagne from the bottle but her eyes are dancing all over our naked young companion. Removing the bottle from her lips Justine passes the bottle to our new friend who seductively licks the top before placing it next to her lips, then she tips the bottle upwards and drinks like a person dying of thirst. Justine reaches out, cups the nearest breast of our young friend with her cold hand almost causing her to choke.

Removing the bottle from her lips our new friend shivers and tells Justine, "Oooooooooooo, your hand is cold!"

"Not for long," Justine whispers back as she takes back the bottle of champagne. Taking a large gulp from the bottle she turns and hands the bottle to me. 

I know I have had enough to drink for one night so absently I place it between my legs to prevent it from falling over and spilling its' contents in the car. Too late I remember I am not wearing anything down below. Before I can scream I look over at Justine and what I see makes a cold bottle between my legs insignificant. Justine is kissing our new friend and I can tell she is also feeding her the champagne. As thirsty as our young friend was a moment ago she is not able to contain all that Justine is giving her; some of the champagne escapes her lips to travel down her chin only to fall upon her breasts and then downwards as gravity dictates. The wet trail of champagne leaves a glistening trail that the moonlight captures and highlights. 

It is difficult to drive and watch all that is going on next to me, so I force myself to keep my eyes on the road regardless of the sounds next to me. I concentrate on my driving and find that I am on my bike route to the lake. If my little place at the lake is isolated in the day time, imagine what it would be like at night!

Justine removes the champagne bottle from between my legs but I refuse to look at where it goes. The temptation to look is strong, but there is still little bit of rationality still prevailing in my little brain for I know if I look the temptation will be too great to keep looking, and I am the captain of this battleship so I must make our destination. The sounds the these two females are making must be the same sounds sirens used to lure mariners to their destruction on the rocks, sweet songs be damned for I know now their true song was not a song at all! If I had but a mast to secure myself to, but I don't so with every ounce of my being I drive on and then I am there.

The squeals of the tires on this battleship matches the squeal of our new friend! I look over to see Justine sucking on our friend's breast while at the same time I see that she has her hand between the young lady's thighs. 

I jump out of the car and run to the other side. With no thought to the outside world I open the passenger door sitting off the dome light and what greats me is a sight that will haunt me for years to come. Justine does not have just fingers inside of our new friend's pussy, she has her entire hand inside! Justine is driving her hand in and out of that cunt like a jackhammer tearing up pavement, and our new friend is meeting each thrust with equal fever. I drop to my knees, bend forward to capture our new friend's free nipple with my lips as I snake a hand downwards to her clitoris. As I flick my finger back and forth across this blood engorged clitoris I feel Justine's hand as it continues its' incessant thrusting while our new friend starts to tremble and jerk like a person with a seizure... then she screams.

Her scream is like a shock wave that travels outwards from the car shaking up everything in its' path. As I fall backwards on my ass I hear the woods come alive with birds squawking, squirrels clucking and sounds from animals I can't identify all greatly disturbed as their slumber is shattered by this unearthly scream. Then there is silence once again from the car except for gentle whimpers from our friend. I look at Justine who's eyes are as full as the moon while she looks at the girl, then she looks downward and watches as she slowly removes her hand. She brings her hand to her face and I can see her smile as she looks at the wetness glistening in the dome light. Her tongue sneaks out between her lips and licks the wetness from her hand. 

I get up off my ass and pull our friend to her feet as a small moan escapes from her lips. As we stand I kiss her, then putting her arms around my neck she kisses back, which allows my hands to fall and cup her ample ass. I pick her up and take her to the rear of the car where I place her on top of the trunk. Since I'm already between her legs this allows my dick to find the opening to her cunt where it is slowly swallowed whole. I feel her cunt adjusting to my dick as I am buried to the nut but I don't move my hips as I luxuriate in this wonderful feeling. Leaning forward my lips touch hers then our tongues dance that age old dance of passion. I hear the door close and with it the inside light goes out. I raise up on my hands and look down upon this young lady, the moon has her painted in a pale moon lightness but her eyes glow like fire while her cunt gently caresses my dick. 

I see Justine as she walks from my front to my back and then I feel her hands on my ass as she spreads them apart. Then I feel something wet moving up and down the crack of my ass. I gasps out my surprise at this wonderful sensation. 

Our friend looks at me with concern in her eyes and asks, "What's wrong?"

I fall forward on top of her placing my head next to her ear, "Justine is licking my ass. Oh.... sweet god what a feeling..."

"Daddy tell me how it feels!" 

"Her tongue feels almost like... I don't know... I can't get a handle on how to describe something hot, wet, soft and alive!" 

I start to move my hips but our new friend just grabs my ass with both her hands and tells me, "Don't move pappa, just enjoy the feelings. Tell me what is she doing to you."

Since our new friend is holding my ass open for Justine this allows her more freedom to explore my ass. I shiver and shake as I tell my new friend, "Justine is making little small circles with the tip of her tongue at the top of my ass. I can feel her saliva creeping down my ass as her tongue is making slow circles following the wet trail." 

I suck in a lung full of air in shock and excitement. "She is nibbling on my asshole! I can feel her teeth as she takes little bites. Oh..., Ah..., Oh...," I tell my friend who holds me tightly to herself not allowing my hips to move. I rise up on my hands, eyes as wide as the full moon, shake and tremble. "She is putting her tongue in my ass," I manage to say between gasps, sighs and moans.

Our new friend shakes and trembles as I tell her this. "Oh daddy, that is sooooooo dirty. And I like dirty," she tells me as she cums grinding her hips against mine.

Justine pauses for a second and then she attacks my ass with new vigor, her tongue drilling deep and wide. The sensations on my ass and cock it is too much, I cum. My dick throbs and spits, our new friend's cunt grips and releases on my dick, and Justine is trying to crawl up inside of my ass tongue first! "AHHHHHhhhhhhhh," I scream, disturbing the beasts in the forest causing their voices to rise once again to the full moon but this time with mine in a cacophony of sound strong enough to raise the dead from their sleep! I fall forward in a semi faint. I whimper as Justine removes her tongue from my ass, I feel..., I feel empty... and alone? As I think through these feelings I hear kissing sounds, I raise my head to see Justine kissing our friend. I insert my head between theirs which allows all three of our tongues to dance and play together.

Justine breaks the kiss, to look at our new friend, she ask, "Did I hear you say you like dirty?"

With a twinkle of reflected moon light in her eyes she tells Justine, "Momma, I love dirty. If you are talking about sex." 

"George," Justine looks at me with a questioning look on her face.

I look at Justine, with the thought I wish I still had her tongue in my ass, but with a slight shiver I tell her, "Justine at this point in my life I am open to anything."

With that said, Justine crawls up on the trunk of the car. I pull back to watch as she straddles our new found friend, facing me. Placing both of her hands between her legs, I watch in puzzlement but then I see liquid fire spit forth between her legs and feel it hit me in the chest. I gasp at this perplexing turn of events. The moon is full and its' light is strong, bathing all of us in surrealistic grayness but what shoots forth from between Justine's thighs is ablaze in fire. I would run but our new friend has her legs scissored and I am still between them. The liquid fire turns to heat and runs down my body soaking our friend in its' fiery heat and she moans with excitement. 

Brain cells sizzle, smoke and die, and as others take over in my cloudy mind the answer jumps out at me, Holy Shit Batman, she is pissing on us! In over a half a century of living I have never seen a woman urinate, and as many times as I have pissed and seen other men piss this is really a new adventure for me. As all of that sinks into my mind, my dick twitches in excitement. I watch as our new friend reaches up with her hands and directs Justine's hips to her face, and then in amazement I see her open her mouth to drink in the liquid fire. WOW, this is too cool, I think as Justine lowers her body until her cunt is in full contact with our new friend's mouth.

My dick is still hard but I want something in my mouth. I fight out of the scissored legs that hold me in, grasping the legs of our new friend I lower my head and fasten my mouth to her wet sex. A million thoughts dart through my mind but the response I feel from our new friend causes me to reject them all from my mind as I drive her towards another climax. I put a finger in her ass as I suck on her cunt and she explodes with muffled cries into Justine's cunt, which in turn helps Justine to cum as well. Then I feel a wetness assaulting my mouth that I have not known, then I realize what is transpiring and my dick is twitching again... our new friend is pissing! No telling how many brain cells have died but I have come to the realization that this ain't bad! As a matter of fact, I like it! I drink as much as I can and then our new friend cums again, and Justine cums too! Too fucking cool, I think as I feel what they are feeling thrown into this feedback loop. Then we all sort of come to a halt.

With a smile on my face I look at both of these beautiful women and let my liquid fire erupt from my dick to dance upon their bodies. Fingers dive towards the juncture of their thighs, while moans race toward the full moon as I kept my liquid fire in motion. In a short amount of time both of the women cum, waking once again the beasts in the forest who sing out in protest to the moon racing across the heaven. 

"Darlene, you fucking sick cunt, I'm going to kill you!" 

To Be Continued... 



Misery Rides Again Ch. 09



Chapter 9: Where There is Hate, Let There Be Love... 

Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Darlene?"

Darlene jumps off the car, places both hands on her hips and screams, "Billy Bob!"

Justine and I look at each other and mouth the name, "Billy Bob?"

"Darlene how could you run off with these two old fucks and let them do those things to you? God that is just too fucking sick! I'm going to kick your ass like I ain't never kicked it before," Billy Bob screams at Darlene.

Brain cells smoke, snap, crackle and pop, but I finally look at Darlene and ask, "Has he hit you before?"

"Yes."

I turn to look at this Billy Bob. He is younger then me, but who isn't, he is of medium build and he has a baseball bat dangling in his right hand dragging the ground as he walks towards me. "What are you looking at old man? I'm going to kick your ass before I kick Darlene's!"

Billy Bob keeps walking towards me but his bat is still dragging the ground. I look him in the eye and calmly tell him, "I don't think so little boy."

My statement causes him to pause in mid stride as he was expecting weakness. When I see the bat leave the ground I charge him, grasping his shirt with my hands I lift upwards as I run him backwards. He is off balance and he cannot run backwards as fast as I can run forward so he falls with me on top of him. The fool does not know how to fall and his head hits the ground with a thud. While he is still in a daze I grab the wrist holding the bat, twisting with both of my hands the bat leaves his grasp. As I continue with my twisting motion he is rolled over on to his stomach as I bring his arm up to his shoulders. He screams in frustration and pain. 

"Get off me old man," Billy Bob screams.

I pull on his arm pulling Billy Bob's upper torso off the ground, then I place my left arm behind his head and drive forwards with all of my might and plant his face into the hard unyielding ground. Bending forward I speak into his ear, "When a real man has you in this position, you don't demand shit. Do you understand?"

Billy Bob is not the sharpest of all people in the world and it takes a few more bangs before he understands that threats will not get him out of his predicament. I hate men who strike women. Period. Violence is never the answer to any problem. Never! Yet here I am naked riding the back of some idiot named Billy Bob who would have tattooed my body with his Louiseville Slugger because he thought I was old and weak. "What the fuck am I going to do with you, you retarded piece of shit," I ask out loud because I cannot come up an answer in the silence of my mind.

"Get off me old man and I tell ya," a defiant Billy Bob yells at me.

Lift Billy Bob's upper torso, forearm behind his head, bend at my waist as quickly as I can, plant his nose once again into the ground, this could get boring. "I'm sorry Billy Bob, but I was not talking to you," I tell him as he coughs and gags in the hole his face has dug for him.

"Let him go Papa, and I will take him home," Darlene quietly speaks.

"He will only beat up on you again as soon as he recovers, and you know it."

"Yes, but I still love the jerk. He ain't much but beats nothing."

I look up at Darlene and I want to tell her she does not need this retarded idiot but I see the look in her eyes. Sweet Jesus, I remember that look and I tremble. Many years ago when I was just a petty assistance district attorney I saw the same look in abused children, the parents may have physically abused them and other hurtful things but they were still their father and mother at least in the eyes of the kids. 

I want to scream out the hopelessness of it all but I know that look. As I relax Billy Bob's head is pulled up from the hole his face has dug for him, and in between more spiting, coughing and gaging he tells me, "Get off me old man. You heard the cunt, she is mine!"

For all the battered kids and women, I think. "Okay Billy Bob since you are the man the woman wants. Let me help you up." As I get to my feet I pull and twist with all of my might. Cartilage tearing and bones snapping are muted sounds in comparison to the scream that Billy Bob makes as he is yanked to his knees. Once again the peace of the forest is shaken and the critters sing out their protest. I smile as I release his arm and watch it fall uselessly to his side. You will never use that arm again to strike anyone, so little, so late, I think.

"Get dressed and get him to a hospital," I tell Darlene. She nods her head in understanding and with Justine following her they move towards the passenger side of my big old battleship of a car.

I look at Billy Bob and listen to him cry like a little lost child. Part of me is happy that he will never use that arm again to strike anyone, and part of me is angry for using violence again violence. Where does it all stop, I ask myself in silence knowing that violence is never the answer. The minutes pass and the crying continues. I close my eyes.

"Get up Billy Bob," I hear Darlene speak.

"He broke my arm, Darlene. That old man broke my arm," a battered man in the voice of a child tells Darlene as he gets to his feet with her assistance.

"Billy Bob he should have broke your fucking head. You don't go walking around with a baseball bat in your hand threatening people. Tonight you met a man and he whipped your ass like a man. Now suck it in and take it like a man!"

And his reply is more sobs. 

I feel arms around me. I open my eyes and look down at Justine.

Reaching up with her hand she strokes my face. "You're crying?"

I node my head, yes.

"Why," she asks.

"The stupidity of it all."

"I don't understand"

"Jesus Christ proved it. Gandhi and King replicated it and found that it worked."

"What are you talking about?"

"Love Justine. I'm talking about love and nonviolence. If you want to make a lasting change, it must be done through love and peace. What I did tonight was to meet hate with more hate, and because I had more intelligence my hate won out, but that win is only temporary. Hate will never win in the end, and I know it. What I did tonight was stupid."

"George you protected us all. If you had not acted he might have killed us."

"Yes, I had to act. But there was no need to destroy the use of his arm," I whisper out loud as I pull her to me, hold her tight and let my tears run down her back.

After a few minutes Justine pulls back from me, taking my head in her hands she pulls it down and kisses me. "I love you George. Now lets go jump into that lake out there and get cleaned up." Taking my hand she leads me to the water and like kids we splash, laugh and play. Once again she pulls my head down and unlike kids we kiss like adults. She feels my hardness pressing on her body, with a jump and a twist she engulfs my sex with her's. We are joined as husband and wife should be, with my hands under her ass I walk towards the beach. With up most care I lay her down half in and half out of the water. Our movements are slow and tender but water does splash on our sex and instead of cooling our passion it only adds to it. "Now George, give it to me, all of it!"

Justine moans her passion into my chest, as I moan mine into her shoulder. We both tremble and shake, then our bodies just sink into the sand that only minutes ago served so well as a spring board to our passion. I push myself up on my hands, look down on Justine who is bathed in the moonlight looking like a water nymph. Bending my neck until our lips meet I gently kiss her lips. Breaking the kiss I tell my wife, "I love you too Justine."

There is a gentle rustle in the woods that I interpret as a reminder from the denizens of the forest of how to act at night in their domain. Quietly we go back into the water to rinse off, then hand in hand we walk back to the car. 

I open the car for Justine and she slides in bare ass naked, and likewise I slide bare ass naked in beside her. Starting the car I back up and hear a snap, a crack really, then I remember the bat. Just a broken useless piece of wood now, there is no going back and changing what has happened. With one arm around Justine, we drive off into the moonlight.



Misery Rides Again Ch. 10



Chapter 10: What Strange Thoughts These

Riding a bike on a windy day..., well..., it sucks. Unless you have a rider in front of you breaking the wind and you can draft off their bike, then it is not so bad. And if the rider in front of you has a nice looking ass, then it is even better! Amir is in front of me and the way he is riding, I don't think the wind is bothering him too much. And his ass, well it looks better then most women's that I know or seen, and I have been fooled by his in the past, but it is still nice to look at. I save about 20% of my energy by drafting off him. The one good thing about riding into the wind, is that when you ride back the wind is behind you and Mr. Wind is now your friend. But Amir is 30 or so years younger then I am and even drafting off of him he is starting to wear me down, but we are soon at the lake, the turning point of our bike ride.

Stopping and getting off our bikes, Amir looks at me and says, "George, very windy today."

"You know Amir, I noticed that too."

"George, you drafted off me to here. How could notice?"

I laugh out loud, pick up my bike and walk off towards the woods.

Amir laughs too, picking up his bike we walk towards the woods. Amir trips on something in the grass before we are at the edge of the woods and falls. I reach out only able to grab his bicycle as he falls to the ground, but I do prevent him from being tangled in his bike. Looking at Amir on the ground I know in a glance he is okay, raising one eyebrow I look at him and say, "Winder then you thought," implying he was more tired then he allowed himself to show.

"No, George. I trip. Something in grass I no see."

"Yea right," not cutting him any slack, then I start laughing. But as I look around I see what he tripped over, I stop laughing as cold chills run up and down my spine.

Amir jumps up and looks to where I am looking. Bending over he picks up the broken baseball bat from last night. "Strange place for a bat. No?"

"Yes, strange place," I reply and start walking through the woods with Amir behind me.

"Swim, George?"

"Yes, swim."

We start removing our riding clothes and as I watch Amir undress I think about our first time we did this together. Even with all of the sex I just recently had I feel myself getting aroused, must be the residual effects of the drugs, I think. Amir is one in a million, he has the natural grace and build of a truly beautiful woman. He notices me looking at him and if I am not mistaken I think he is blushing but it difficult to tell due to his dark skin, but then I see a slight smile cross his face. Soon we are both out of cycling clothes and Amir walks towards me. As he gets closer I open my arms to him and we hug. 

He feels my hardness against him and an audible sigh escapes his lip. With his face against my chest he whispers, "George?"

"Yes."

"I happy we meet. You and beautiful wife, Justine, have taught me much. I feel like full person now. Before I not know sex so wonderful. I not know what missing. You understand?"

"I think so my pretty little friend, but you have taught me so very much too."

"Me? Don't think so... How?"

Using my head I push his head back till he looks up at me. I bend my head until our lips meet, then tongues dance that wonderful dance, and my hands drift downwards to that tight bubble butt where I lift and squeeze causing our erections to dance almost like out tongues. With great reluctance on my part I break our kiss and look into his dark eyes, "Before I met you I thought sex between men was wrong. No that is not right either, I was taught that sex between men was the worst thing that could happen to a man. That if you had sex with another man, you were somehow no longer a man, no longer human, something to be despised. But you have taught me that sex with another man is a sharing of love with another person. Gender be damned, and reproduction too, sex is a sharing of love between people. Perhaps if there was more sex between men then the world would be a better place to live? You think?"

Amir looks at me. I see a smile cross his face and then he asks, "Do you think maybe Arafat and Sharon make love together, Middle East be peaceful?" 

I laugh out loud at the thought of these two old warriors in a sexual tryst together. And laugh, till my sides hurt and tears roll down my face. "Amir my brilliant, beautiful and sexy friend, maybe if Sharon and Arafat could have great sex together, then, maybe, there could be peace in the Middle East. That the two of them fucking for peace would certainly be a better way to seek peace then throwing their children at each other in combat to die in vain."

"George, fuck for peace, I like that!" Reaching downwards he graps my erection, pulling on it a few times, then asks, "Want to fuck for peace now?"

"No, we can wait until tonight. Justine tells me that we have a guest coming over that wants to play with us. Did not you and Larry have enough sex?"

This time it is Amir's turn to laugh. "George, your friend..., our friend Larry, he is animal! His wife too!"

"Tell me about it," as I pull his hand and direct him to the lake. We walk together until the water is up to Amir's shoulders. I look at him as his dark hair floats on top of the water. I have a difficult time getting the thought that he is a man out of my mind as he is just too damn fucking beautiful to be a man. I pull him to me and tell him, "Speak."

"George, Larry put tongue up my ass. It felt good! I thought too much this, it could kill you, feel too good! Know what I mean?"

"Yes, it does feel wonderful to have someone's tongue playing with you ass. I am new to this sensation too, and if sensation like that could kill, it would be a nice way to die."

"George I like to do to you. I not do it with Larry."

"Why not?"

"He was to busy doing to me! Things, all kinds of things."

"Like what?

"Well besides tongue up my ass, he sucked my toes. I never thought my feet sexual, I was wrong, it too feels good. He bite me all over, not hard bite but enough to make me jump in surprise and pleasure. He make entire body catch fire. When he fuck me, he not do it slow and tender like you, but he pounds me like machine go crazy. While he fucks me like crazy man, his wife gives me wine from her mouth to mine. Good way to drink wine, I think. 

"Larry he fucks me on my back, on my knees, on my side. I think if he could, he fuck me standing on head. He was ruff but I found roughness can be fun, but I think favorite is slow and tender like you do it. I fuck Ann too, while we do it we both suck Larry's cock. It is funny, our tongues go crazy we fight to get head of dick in our mouth. He cums and we pass it back and forth like wine.

"Then I cum. Ann pushes me down, head between legs and pulls face to sex. I almost suffocate until nose can get free, then I taste both of us, it is good. She cums like crazy woman! While I do this Larry takes my dick in mouth. And then..."

I look at my little friend and since we are so close I can see that he is blushing. "Go on."

"George, she pees! My mouth open licking her sex, trying to suck all wetness out, and she pees! I'm trapped between her thighs, her hands hold my head to her sex. Can't get away. If don't drink will drown. I drink, almost like drinking wine from mouth except warmer. I cum again. Larry not turn me loose, just keep sucking, then...," looking up at me he continues, "I pee. Larry drinks. I feel..., I feel confused but feel really good. You think me bad person?"

"No! The peeing thing is different. It is another one of those things that we were programmed as children to think of as dirty. Out of the million stupid and incorrect things we program into our children, this is only one of them. Each of us should take some time to explore those taboo/dirty things to see if we were lied to and make up our own minds. We might be surprised what we will learn.

"The pee thing is new to me too, and like you I find it strange that it feels dirty but at the same time if feels so wonderful! I need more exploration here." 

"You like too?"

"Yes."

Amir holds me tight and trembles. I just hold him tight until he calms down. Then I ask him, "What else happened?"

"We drink more wine. I find myself between them both. As one gives wine to me from mouth the other one licks, bites and rubs my body. I want to cum but already cum bunch of times and can't. I stay excited, finally they pull me to bathroom and Ann gets into tub. Larry tells me to get in tub to, but to stand between legs. I do, then watch as he starts to pee on Ann. She places hand on her sex and starts to masturbate as he pees on her. I start to pee to. As he pees on upper torso, I pee on her lower part. He pees in her mouth and I on her sex, then we switch. She cums, and it is big one, I think she pass out. Then she smiles and know that she is okay. We take shower. Then go to bed. I so tired, when head hit pillow I sleep." 

I pull my little friend under the water and as we surface I kiss him after he has the chance to get some air into his lungs. He kisses back. I'm so fucking incredibly horny after listening to his story that I want to fuck him like Larry did, fast and furious! But I break the kiss and pull him to the shore. I release his hand, grab his dick and stroke it a couple of times then tell him, "Tonight."

With a tearful look upon his face he dresses. Then through the woods and once again on our bikes we head home. The wind at our back and dreams of things yet to come. 

To Be Continued...



Misery Rides Again Ch. 11



Part 11: Life Is Simple 

I walk necked into my bedroom drying off what little hair I have left and hear the now familiar chatter coming from Justine's bathroom. Girls, what do they find to chat about in the bathroom and then decide I don't want to know. Pulling on my shorts and polo shirt I head downstairs to the library and the Jack Daniels Black. As I sip on the JD I think to myself just how could life be any better..., then I remember my life is changing at a pace I never dreamed of as a young man. It was not that long ago when I had life figured out, and now each day is a challenge. After a long sip I think is this change worth it? After a couple of more sips my answer is yes. My life has new meaning; I have questioned previously held beliefs and found them wanting; I have found things about those I hold dear and after learning that I hold them dearer still; I will continue to learn as I grow older. From Aristotle to Augustus and now to me, I guess that wisdom does begin at 40 or older, strange that I have never noticed this before.

The doorbell rings. Like Pavlov's dogs I respond to the stimulus and head to the front door. I open the front door and there stands the mystery guest. She smiles at me, and my heart melts. I know her, and yet I can't think of her name. She is dressed in short, shorts, and a halter top that would have you wonder if it was a top at all. 

"Come in," I tell this person I know, yet don't know.

She does. As she enters she glances around the interior and tells me, "Nice."

"It is a place to hang a hat."

At this she laughs, and her laughter is like music on the wind; light and feathery. Yet seductive.

"You don't remember me do you," my guest asks me.

"Yes I do. You were amid things sexual and mysterious. If my memory serves me right you made me wish I was 30 years younger, but we were never introduced."

"I would not want you 30 years younger, and my name is Gayle."

I put forth my hand to Gayle and tell her, "It is a pleasure to know your name, and my name is George."

She takes my hand into both of hers and tells me, "I know you name and before the night is out you will know me better."

"Yes, well...," I flounder as I have never encountered anyone like Gayle, so young, so confident, so fucking cute.

"Hello," rings forth from the stairs. I look up and see Justine and Mira. My jaw drops down and I having great difficulty focusing my eyes. Both Justine and Mira are wearing short, shorts and a halter top. Looking at both of them and Gayle their dress would almost be a uniform except their colors do not match, but if we had a sexuality scale all of their outfits it would be off that scale! So much skin and so little clothes, I Love IT!

"Hi," Gayle says back to Justine.

Once on the ground floor Justine tells Gayle, "This is Mira. Mira this is Gayle." Both shake hands.

"George close your mouth and get us some wine," Justine commands me. 

"What are we eating" I ask.

"Mexican for dinner and other exotic things for dessert."

Well, Mexican Food is spicy and a sweet wine would help to offset that, and the only thing that I can think of is a sangria. Off to the bar I go as the girls talk together in that special girl chatter. I'm in luck as I find fresh fruit, and then I think it is not luck at all as Justine has prepared for the evening. Wine glasses filled with wine and fruit I head towards the kitchen where the women are. 

As I enter the kitchen, talk stops as all heads turn towards me. I look at each one in turn and then say, "Was all this taking about me?"

"Yes," Justine tells me.

As I pass out the wine, I ask, "What was the topic."

"Who gets to fuck you first," Justine tell me.

As I sip my wine, I ask, "Who won."

"Gayle," Mira tells me.

"Cool," I reply. 

Dinner is a brief affair, and the conversation light and uneventful. We retire to the library. 

I sit on the couch and Gayle ask me, "Can I sit on you lap Daddy?"

I start to answer with my high school English instructor's pat answer and tell her if she able to, but I look at her dress and answer that question my self. "Yes baby. You may sit on Daddy's lap." And she does.

"Daddy, I have been thinking about you all day and it has made me so wet. Do you understand Daddy?"

"No."

With that answer she slips a hand down into her shorts. After a few short tremors she removes her hand and presents to me two fingers covered in wetness. She places the two fingers under my nose and I inhale. What I inhale is the musk of women across the centuries who have held their lovers captive with a perfume that can never be captured and placed in a bottle. Then the fingers are at my lips and I suck them in with a swiftness that causes Gayle alarm but soon she realizes my intentions are not menacing, and I taste the nectar first hand. Bees would be envious of me as the nectar I taste is beyond the sweetness they could ever create, and I suck her fingers dry.

Removing her fingers Gayle tells me, "Kissing is more then lips touching: it is truly the joining of souls where simple taste becomes a feast." As I kiss her I try and suck her soul into mine at the same time she is trying to do the same to me.

Breaking the kiss she tells me, "In kissing breath is given and taken." And she kisses me again, I can hear her breath as it increase in tempo and as it escapes from her lungs it dances across her vocal cords and sings in little whimpers and moans.

Breaking the kiss she tells me, "Kissing is more the kissing because it allows you to get close and ignites your sense of smell." I can smell her passion building as clearly as when her fingers were under my nose and I am in heaven.

Again breaking the kiss she tells me, "Kissing is more then kissing but not for the lips alone; no part of a lover's body should ever go without kissing, for to restrict where kisses go leaves a journey half-done and leaving things half-done is not a way to live or to fully enjoy the journey." With that said she removes her halter top and allows her pert little breasts to dance before my eyes. Not to leave things half undone I bend my head and I am able to fully suck an entire breast into my mouth, and as I do so I flick my tongue across her nipple. 

Then we are separated. Clothes disappear and we are reunited. Where there was just one mouth enjoying the pleasure of Gayle there are now three, and Gayle moans out her pleasure. I find my way to the junction between her legs and drink directly from the free flowing river of nectar. With eyes closed I suck in her clitoris between my teeth, gently bite while I let my tongue flick across the head and Gayle cums. I open my eyes and see Justine kissing her while Mira is sucking on her breast. I remove my head from between her thighs and crawling upwards on my knees I place my dick between the lips of her cunt and gently push forward till I am buried up to the hilt. Then I slowly pull outwards till there is nothing but the head of my dick buried in this hot wet wonderland, and then I push forward once again. 

I look up and see Mira gone. As my mind processes this information I feel hands on my ass as something wet and thin invades my ass. Justine repositions herself until she sits on Gayle's face allowing Gayle to lick her cunt. Resting on my elbows I pull Justine's ass checks apart and assault her ass hole with the same vigor as Mira is assaulting mine. Three out of 4 of us cum at the same time, and it is truly a mind boggling experience! After a life time we all pull apart. I rest on my back and look at the ceiling, then I feel my legs being lifted up in the air. I look down between my legs, see Mira there without her shorts on and then I feel his hardness as it knocks at my ass requesting permission to enter. Since his tongue has paved the way his dick quickly enters where no dick has ever gone before. As his dick slides into my ass my mouth makes the strange little "O"s I saw on all the dolls from Gayle's shop, and as he removes his dick I feel a sense of emptiness, but not for long as he slides forward once again. In and out he moves in my ass, and I find a tempo to meet his thrust and we are in sync. Justine moves around till she is in a position to suck my dick. Gayle does a partial cartwheel till she straddles my face looking at Mira and places her sex on my mouth. I drink freely from her sex, all that I put there as well as her offering fall towards my mouth and I drink like a man dying of thirst. Then there is more wetness and I release that she is peeing. I drink as fast as I can, but I now know how Mira felt with Ann, but it is not an unpleasant experience and I do my best not to miss a drop. I feel Mira getting harder and then I actually feel her cumming in my ass, which triggers me to explode into Justine's mouth. It is an exciting experience for us all.

After a brief rest we are at it again. As Justine fucks Gayle with the Nexus two headed dildo Mira is licking Gayle's clitoris, while I am sucking her dick, and then there are all of the different variations we try throughout the night. Finally we all fall into a heap in pure exhaustion, and we sleep.

I awake first and see that it is light outside. I pull Mira from the tangled arms and legs that encircle him. Gently shaking him till he is awake I tell him, "Lets go ride, before the girls wake up."

After a moment of confusion he understands my request, and then on shaky legs he stands. We quietly dress, then out the door with out bikes and then down the street we ride. It is a quite morning, with little or no wind, and the traffic is light. As we head out toward the lake a nondescript pickup truck passes us on the service road and then it slams on its brakes sending up smoke in the air as the tires burn in protest and it's engine dies. We ride past and I look inside the cab. There is Billy Bob behind that wheel, one arm in a sling, looking back at me. He knows who I am too. Amir and I ride past. Thoughts fly by in my mind as I hear Billy Bob trying to get his truck started. I never thought I would see him again. 

We keep riding, and then I hear it long before I see it. Billy Bob is riding in his chariot of death and he wants a victim, not just any victim but me. I look back and see his truck bearing down on us. As the truck gets nearer I get close to Amir and with a sharp left turn of my handlebars I slam my body into him which drives him off the road into the bar ditch. Even with his skill and agility Amir crashes. I look behind me to see Billy Bob with a death grin on his face as he draws down on me. There is no time to do anything but bring my hand up in a one finger salute. I see the smile leave his face and then there is contact. The wind is driven out of me, the world turns in circles and then there is nothing. 

My eyes open. I'm looking down at a group of people. This is not right. But as I think about getting closer I do. I see Amir who is holding someone in his arms while he is rocking back and forth, and crying. I look closer and recognize the cycling clothes of the person he is holding on to. Oh shit, I think, this does not look good.

I look around and see another group of people in a circle. Before I can think I am there. There are three men holding Billy Bob down. I get close to Billy Bob and look into his eyes. All I see in his eyes is insanity, and I shake my head at the futility of it all.

Then I think of Justine, and I am there. She and Gayle are still asleep. I reach down and stroke Justine's face, and her eye snap open. She sits upright and looks around the room in fear. The phone rings. I can tell she does not want to answer it but she does. I know that it is Amir on the other end and Justine screams, "NO!" 

Gayle jumps up in terror, and Justine throws the phone at her. Justine places one of her hands in her mouth, and with tears in her eyes she looks around the room. Some part of her knows I am there with her. I move forward and stroke her face again. She feels my presence, "Don't go George," she whispers.

The world is getting dark around me and it is getting difficult to see Justine. I bend my head and kiss her one last time. "George," she screams. And then she is gone. It is dark, there is no light. There is nothing but the memory of Justine screaming my name. Nothing, absolutely nothing. But I think... therefore I am, hmmm that doesn't seem to work here. In nothing there is no reference point, nothing. I do not feel anything, nothing. 2*2=4, 4*4=16, 16*16=256, 256*256=65536, 65536*65536= who gives a shit! Then I see it, a little pin point of light. I have no references to judge movement by but I know I am getting closer. I start to feel warmth and just a wonderful feeling of goodness as I get closer to the light.

As I get closer to the light I start to understand life. The why of life, and it is so simple. We were so stupid, we had the answer all along. The answer to life is ...

To Be Continued...