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Munchin

By: Scorpio44



 [This is a story about people who overcome obstacles, barriers to their own happiness. It is about choosing love. It is about sharing. There is even a wedding. It is about doing what needs to be done. It is also about sex. No people or animals were harmed in the writing of this story. There were shared orgasms as part of the writing process. Extra credit if you can spot where they happened. Your comments and votes are encouraged. ]

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I opened the front door and Bob, my next door neighbor, was standing there. His face was red, his fists clenched and he looked like he was about to explode.

"You Ok, Bob?"

"Not by a long shot, you bastard! I ought to cut your balls off for what you've been doing!"

"Whoa, Bob. I don't know what you're talking about. You're pissed at me?"

"You've been fucking my wife!"

"She told you that?"

"No! I figured it out!"

"Did you ask her if we've ever fucked?"

"She'd lie! I know she's been having sex with someone. I know you're home almost every day and that she likes you. It's you!"

"Bob, what can I say or do that will have you understand and believe I've never fucked your wife?"

He hesitated. I followed that question with, "We ought to talk with Gena and get to the bottom of this before you explode."

"She isn't home. She's at the salon getting her hair done so she looks good for you! You're telling me it isn't you?"

"My dick has never been inside your wife. Never! Come in and sit down. I think we should talk and see if we can figure this out." He came in and we sat at my kitchen table. I gave both of us some iced tea.

"Now, tell me why you think Gena is fucking someone besides you?"

"I noticed three months ago she's changing. She went shopping and instead of the same stuff she always wore she bought some different stuff. At first I just liked it, then I got to thinking. Maybe she didn't buy the new stuff for me. Maybe she bought it for someone else to see. Since then, she has tossed out the old stuff. It wasn't worn out, just old."

"By stuff you mean stuff most people don't see?"

"New bras. New panties! Hell, she even bought a couple thongs! Hell, last week she threw out all her pantyhose and bought those stockings that just come up onto her thighs!"

"I might be way off base here Bob, but maybe she's starting to think she isn't as attractive as she used to be. Maybe she bought that stuff to convince herself and convince you that she's still sexy."

"She's still sexy!" Bob's face was still red and his blood pressure must have been very high. I waited until I thought he had calmed, at least a little.

"How often do you guys get together?"

"Damn, you get right in there don't you? It's not like we're twenty-five any more! I work hard. She works too. We get together once or twice a week."

"How's the romance?"

"The what? I tell her I love her twice a day, every day. On her birthday I buy roses."

"Bob, that's not romance. That's obligation and habit."

"Huh?"

"When was the last time you asked her to get dressed up so you could take her out to dinner at a really nice restaurant?"

"Her birthday, last year."

"When was the last time when it wasn't a birthday, holiday, anniversary or any special occasion?"

"Why would I do that?"

"To tell her she's special. To tell her you love being married to her. To pamper her."

"Oh."

"Have you ever had flowers delivered to her at work? Or a box of her favorite chocolates?"

"No! She's at work."

"When my wife worked I had flowers delivered to her office on random days. Every woman in the place read the card, smelled the flowers and made her feel special, loved and the queen of the office. It was well worth the fifty bucks I spent."

"So, you don't think she's screwing someone else?"

"I have no idea. I know she isn't screwing me. I know she's a woman and every woman I know likes to be appreciated. When she gets back from the salon, take her car to the car wash. Get it washed, detailed and polished. Fill it with gas. She will think of what you did every time she gets in her car. Invite her on a dinner date for tonight or Saturday night. Maybe, it's time for you to do a wardrobe update too. If you go to that car wash over on fifth street there's a good men's store within a short walk. Buy yourself some new underwear, new t-shirts and not the same stuff you've been wearing for fifteen years. Follow her example, toss out the older stuff and wear new stuff for her."

"That's a good idea." He thanked me and left. I washed the glasses and put them in the dishwasher.

An hour later I was watching the Cubs on TV and heard Gena's car stop in their driveway. Five minutes later I saw Bob drive off in her car. One minute later Gena walked in my back door.

"You and Bob had a talk. What about?"

"When I opened the door he accused me of fucking you. So, I told him the truth. I have never put my dick in your pussy. I've never fucked you or screwed you. I also told him to take your car and get it washed, detailed and polished."

"Then we have plenty of time, don't we?" She turned on her devilish grin.

"My dear, I think you have an addiction."

"I do! I'm addicted to the feelings I have when you munch on me!"

In my kitchen, she peeled off her thong and climbed up on my kitchen table. Her legs opened and I caught my first whiff of her scent. It was wonderful. I pulled up my chair and sat between her legs. I began kissing her just inside her knee, holding her leg in my hands. Three kisses later I stood and walked out of the kitchen, saying, "Don't move."

I got my big pump bottle of good lotion and brought it back to the kitchen.

My hands rubbed together to get them warm and then I put lotion in my palms. I resumed kissing her thigh and working the lotion onto her skin. The closer I got to her treasure the more noise she made. It wasn't loud, but it was sensual, warm, sexy and oh, so encouraging.

Just before I kissed her lower lips I asked, "You remember what you're going to do the morning after he fucks you next?"

"I'm going to shave my pussy for you when I'm in the shower."

My lips touched hers and she moaned. Slowly and carefully I ran my tongue along her crease, gradually applying more and more pressure until my tongue was inside her, licking the wet interior and drinking in all the wetness she gave me as a reward. I felt her hips lift in tiny thrusts that she wasn't even conscious of. My hands held her thighs, feeling the smooth soft skin and the warm muscles beneath.

"Jesus, I love what you do to me!"

"I love doing it to you." I mumbled directly into her wet folds.

She grabbed her own knees and lifted her legs higher, opening herself to my face. My tongue went as deep as it could into her vagina, then up to her clit. When my wife was alive she loved having her clit sucked. It would swell and peek out from under it's hood and I would touch it with my tongue, as fast and lightly as I could. At it's most swollen it was the size of a baby pea. Gena's clit was almost half an inch long when swollen and it was almost like sucking on a tiny cock. Both women achieved great shuddering, flowing orgasms that I'm sure could be measured at Cal Tech. Fortunately, I never needed to choose between them. While my wife was alive I munched on her as often as we could work it in. At least six times a week for thirty years. 

Over the few months I was managing to get to Gena three times a week. Bob, according to Gena, had never touched her clit with fingers or tongue. She made that Ok for years until she saw Bonnie in my back yard one day last summer.

Bonnie is a good friend. Loves skinny-dipping in my small backyard pool in the summer. Also loves being licked, munched on and pushed over the edge to wonderful orgasms. She was on a float in my pool last August and I was munching away when Gena looked through a small gap in the fence between our yards. Gena had heard a noise from my back yard and looked. She watched as I ate Bonnie for about an hour. Bonnie thrashed and came and came again. In the process she splashed water and made noises. Gena had never seen two people doing what we were doing. When we stopped Gena heard Bonnie say, "If John would ever learn how to eat me like that I could spend the rest of my life naked, on my back, for him."

Two days after that I was in my pool swimming laps and Gena came into my yard and plopped herself down at the edge of the water. I swam up to her and she opened her legs. I swam between them, stood up and my face was right between her blue bikini covered breasts.

"Come over to join me swimming?"

"No. I came over to ask a favor."

"Really? Ask."

"I saw what you did two days ago here in your pool. That woman, whoever she is, said you eat pussy really well. I stood in my yard and did myself while I watched and it wasn't enough! I've been turned on and horney from then until now. The favor I want is to be eaten like that."

"What about Bob?"

"Bob has never touched me there. We fuck but touching or using a mouth is not going to happen."

"If my tongue touches you and gives you an orgasm today you need to make a promise to me."

"What promise?"

"Any time it's safe for us to do it again, without being caught, I can do it again."

"I promise. We need to be careful. I don't ever want Bob to know. I do love him."

"Agreed."

She untied the side ties to her bikini bottoms and her trimmed bush came into view. She scooted to the edge of the pool and spread her legs.

"Lay back and relax. Just relax and let me do all the work."

She came three times that day. She came back at least three times a week since last summer. I had not lied to Bob. I had not fucked his wife. I had shared something I considered more intimate. I had tasted his wife, licked her most private parts, had my fingers and tongue up inside her. 

Gena gave me lots of her juices and a shuddering orgasm. I used a kitchen towel and soaked up the juices I didn't drink. I held her thong as she stepped back into it and I talked to her.

"I sent Bob shopping. He's gonna throw all his old undies away and start wearing new stuff. He took your car to be washed, detailed and polished. Do us all a favor, notice. Reward him."

"Are you going to teach him how to love me?"

"He already loves you. I'm going to teach him to show it to you so you see it, feel it, taste it and love him back."

"I'll see you later, professor. Thanks." Her good-bye kiss could have started a forest fire. Almost an hour later Bob was parking Gena's shiny car in their garage and going inside their house. He had flowers with him.

I read that evening and enjoyed the book a lot. In the background my stereo played music from a meditation CD Bonnie had given me. I noticed at just after nine the lights were out next door. Some nights those lights didn't go out until nearly midnight. 

I smiled. The taste of Gena was still in my mouth or memory. It didn't matter which. The taste of Bonnie, Carolyn, Betsy, Honey and Emiko were there as well. The memories of all the women I had been with since 1968 were mixed together in my head and blended into a narrative memory of joy. Some distinct and some blended so well even the names were gone.

My phone rang just before nine-thirty. The ID said it was Bonnie.

"Hi, Bon. What's up?"

"You might not believe this, but I just shut off the TV and was thinking about going to bed. I realized that I don't want to sleep alone tonight. Would you like company?"

"I would. Who are you sending over?"

"I'm not sending. I'm coming."

"In that case, when you get here, do you want to cum again?"

"If that would also bring you pleasure."

"Bring clothes for tomorrow and I'll make breakfast."

"I'm leaving now." The line went dead. I showered and when I stepped out Bonnie was there to dry me off. Instead, I stripped her clothes off and we showered together. What a contrast between Bonnie and Gena. Bonnie was five eight, "C" cupped, with areola the size of silver dollars and almost no nipples at all. Her hair was auburn and her lower hair was almost black. Long legs carried her with the fluid moves of someone who studied dance for most of her life. Gena was six foot tall, "D" cup breasts topped with areola the size of quarters, and half inch long nipples that pointed forward like erasers. Fat erasers when she was excited. 

Bonnie was totally clean when we got out of the shower. Some areas were clean. Other areas of her anatomy were clean enough to eat. I got us both mostly dry and took her to bed, 

Bonnie wanted to be on top in a sixty-nine position. She lowered her shaved, wet, fragrant pussy to my face and thanked me for the first kiss. The rest of the things she said and the noises she made were difficult to hear with her legs pressed against my ears.

By eleven she was exhausted and slipping off into sleep. I was spooned behind her with an arm over her body and a hand holding her breast. Her pale skin was nearly blemish free, with the three exceptions of three moles on the left side of her belly under her ribs and slightly above her hip bone. Her puss was clean and freshly shaved.

"Pete, I've been thinking again about a tattoo. Right above my slit, the words dessert is served!"

"Why have a sign? The only people, besides John, who see your pussy already know you are ready, willing and anxious to be eaten. It's like putting a sign on an iceberg on the ocean that says free ice."

"I do love being eaten."

"Isn't it nice that we somehow found each other?"

It got quiet. 

"So, where is John?" John is her husband.

"He's up at his brother's for the start of hunting season. Won't be back for three days."

"What would he do if he knew you were here in bed with me?"

"If he didn't know about you, he'd want to kill us both. If he did know, and had a month to think it over, he might just relax. No, it would take longer."

"You mean if he knew I couldn't fuck you?"

"Yeah. If he knew what happened to you, he'd feel bad for you, I'm sure. Then he'd think that all you were doing is what he doesn't want to do."

"Men, most men, are idiots!"

We drifted to sleep. In the morning I heard Bob outside whistling. He got in his truck and went off to work. He whistled in the morning when he got some the night before. I realized that Gena was probably in the shower shaving her pussy for me at that moment. I rolled to Bonnie and said, "You know that what you and I have is not exclusive?"

"Yes. I know you probably have women in and out of here all the time. Why, is someone coming now?"

"Probably. How are you with being discovered here by another woman?"

"Is she married?" I nodded.

"Then I'm fine. She won't tell and neither will I."

We heard the back door open and close. I whispered, "Close your eyes."

The door to my bedroom opened and Gena stepped in. For many seconds she didn't move. I guess she was deciding weather to stay or go. She decided and slipped into bed with us. I was on my side spooned with Bonnie and Gena pressed against my back. Her warm, soft breasts felt good on my back.

As she was getting into bed with us, I slid my hand into Bonnie's pussy. Gena got her face up near my ear and kissed it. If I had been asleep that would have awakened me. I rolled toward Gena and said, "G meet B. Good morning to both of you."

Bonnie looked at Gena, pressed against my side with her breast uncovered and said, "Good morning. I feel like we may have met somewhere. I'm Bonnie."

"I'm Gena and I live next door with my husband Bob."

"Shaking hands doesn't quite seem correct so how about if we kiss hello?"

They leaned across me and kissed. It started as a lip touch kiss but Bonnie opened her lips and Gena responded. Soon their tongues were well acquainted and Bonnie had a hand on Gena's breast.

The hello kiss finally ended and Bonnie said, "So, what brings you over this morning, as if I couldn't guess?"

Gena tossed the covers back, smiled and said, "I shaved my pussy this morning! Pete asked me to wait until after Bob and I had sex. Last night Bob was wonderful!" She spread her legs and showed us her smooth puss.

"Bonnie looked at me and asked, "I know she wants the master to munch on her. She probably loves it like I do, but can I taste her?"

"That's between you two. I'd love to watch you munch her and munch you or wait my turn and munch both of you. I am simply here to be of pleasure to both of you."

Bonnie looked at Gena and asked, "Can I have a taste?"

"No tastes. If you dive in you stay till I peak, Ok?"

Bonnie slid over me and between Gena's legs. Her hands held Gena's breasts. The longer she munched the tighter she held Gena's breasts. The whole breast not just the nipples. Gena began arching and her belly quivered. Her hands held onto the sheets as though she were in danger of flying off the bed. Gena was close.

Bonnie was looking at me and when she knew I was looking at her eyes she opened her legs, wide. I knew it was my invitation. I turned and put my face into her pussy. Her nectar was flowing. She was far beyond wet. I lapped up as much as I could and began seriously munching on her inner lips and flicking her clit.

I heard Gena peak. Bonnie held on and rode it out and kept munching. I held Bonnie's hips and pressed into her pussy with my face. The spasms of her vaginal muscles began and at that signal I sucked hard on her clit. Her muffled scream lasted a long time and she attempted to drown me.

By unspoken agreement we stopped munching. We savored the afterglow in a tangle on my bed. Then Gena said, "Can I be personal?"

Bonnie and I laughed. I said, "More personal than munchin?"

"Yes." She hesitated. "I want to know what happened to you." As she said it she looked at the sheet covering my groin area.

"Ok. (I paused) That's a fair question. In 1968 I was in the military stationed in Viet Nam. I was running across the flight line during a mortar attack and a piece of shrapnel caught me. An inch or so right or left and it would have cut my femoral artery and I would have bled to death. As it was it took my nuts and my dick. I pee a lot like you two, sitting down. I take pills every day to make up for the hormones my body doesn't make anymore."

"Can I look?" Gena asked.

"Yeah. Go ahead." I said it like it wasn't a big deal. I didn't like being looked at, but pretty soon she wouldn't see the scars any more. Only I would. I always would.

I pulled Bonnie to me and we kissed while Gena looked. I hated looking at the scars. I remembered thinking when I was younger how silly having a dick and balls looked. Now I missed them so very much and it had been forty years! Bonnie kissed me like a man loves to be kissed. I felt her love, her affection, her caring in the kiss. It was wonderful. Then Gena did something that hadn't happened since my wife died. She kissed my scar!

I pulled away from Bonnie and looked down. Gena was between my legs and tenderly kissing my scars. Her hands held my inner thighs and her eyes were closed. Bonnie and I watched for a few seconds and I felt tears well up and overflow from my eyes. Bonnie shifted and kissed me again. My arms wrapped around her and the three of us kissed.

I drew Gena up to my face and kissed her. She was still crying and so was I. We didn't talk. Bonnie moved down and kissed my scars. Her arms wrapped around my hips and she had her face against my scars and she cried.

When we stopped Bonnie, Gena and I lay together, sandwiched on the bed with me in the middle. One hand of each woman rested on my scars.

"What happened for you when I kissed you?" Gena asked.

"In the forty years since Nam only one woman had ever kissed me there. We were engaged when I went to Nam. When I came back they put me in the hospital and she came to visit me. I told her that I wasn't a man anymore. She should find a man to marry. She kept visiting me and when they let me out of the hospital she took me to a hotel and undressed me. She kissed my scars that day. I married her. We had thirty good years together. The morning she was killed she kissed my scar and my face before she left for work. You kissed me and all those memories flooded me."


Munchin



"What happened to her?"

"A drive by shooting. The kid shooter aimed at a gang kid waiting for the bus and hit three other people as well. The bullet that hit Honey blew right through her heart."

We were quiet for a long time. It was a tender, wonderful, sad time for me. There were two more people who understood, who cared. Eventually, we showered and dressed and went back to our lives. Bob came home that night and talked to me.

"The advice you gave me was right on. I think she was having a crisis. I think she loves me."

"Bob, I want to be your best friend. Not like we'll hang out all the time but I want to share what I know with you."

"Right. I'd like that."

"Are you as good a lover as you'd like to be?"

"I think I'm good."

"Good for you or good for Gena?"

"Gena has no complaints."

"Whoa! Is there a difference between no complaints and great?"

"Yeah, I guess there is."

"Women aren't like men. They are built differently. Not just because they have tits but the wiring inside is different. To be a great lover you have to make love to her wiring, touch what feels good to her, at her pace."

"I know that."

"How long does a session last?"

"When does the clock start?"

"Do you want to have her tonight?"

"Sure."

"Then the clock starts now. Your intention starts the clock. When you go into the house what will you do?"

"Put my stuff away. Wash up. Pee. Read the paper and wait for dinner."

"New routine. Put your stuff away after you kiss her and ask how her day was. Pee, then wash up, include shaving. My Dad used to say a man shaves in the morning for business, he shaves at night for love. Help set the table for dinner and read no more than one section of the paper. Make sure you tell her how much you like what she made for dinner. Help with the dishes."

"God damn, man. You think a man should do all that?"

"Test me. Do it for three days see what happens at bed time."

"Ok." He wandered home. I called his house. Gena answered. I said, "The guy coming into your house just looks like Bob. Be with him. Be gentle." I hung up.

At six the phone rang. "Pete." I said.

"Can I bring dinner and sleep with you?" Bonnie said.

"Sure. Come on over. By the way, who is this?" We laughed and by seven we were eating.

"I've been thinking about this morning all day." Bonnie said.

"And?"

"And I have a friend I want you to meet. I've been thinking about introducing you for almost a year and I don't know why I haven't."

"What changed?"

"Whatever walls were up yesterday are gone. You've always been here for me, loved me, but it always felt like there was a barrier that kept me at a little distance. It melted this morning."

"I know what you mean. Yesterday I thought I was as open as any man could be. This morning you and Gena ripped through me and laid me open more than I believed was possible. Tears on my scars are very healing. They even got into my heart."

"So, can I introduce you to Ami?"

"Is she married?"

"No. Not married, forty-nine, widowed. Had two kids and they're gone too. Works as a secretary at a middle school. Taller than me, great body, loves being outdoors."

"Blond?"

"No. Almost. In the sixties we called her hair strawberry blond. Do you like freckles?"

"Yeah, I think I do."

"So?"

"When?"

"She'll be here in fifteen minutes."

I stood and started cleaning up. "Fifteen minutes? What have you told her about me?"

"That you munch better than anyone on the planet! That we never go out because you're a recluse."

I stopped her and me. I said, "Seriously. Who does she think she's meeting?"

"Here's my quote. If I wasn't with John I would marry this man tomorrow! I would joyfully spend the rest of my life with him."

"Jesus!"

"Pete, I was telling the truth. I have loved you for years and this morning made me love you even more. If I can do anything that makes your life and Ami's better, I'll do it. You can get married in my back yard!"

The doorbell rang. Bonnie went to the door and I took the dishes into the kitchen. When I came back my breath fled me. Standing next to Bonnie was a vision. Tall, slender but not skinny, strawberry blond hair, not long enough to touch her shoulders, wearing a button-all-down-the-front dress and heels. The dress was of whatever that material is that makes my hands want to touch it, a floral print of mostly greens and browns with splashes of light pink. I saw all that after I saw the smile.

There are women who can smile and their face lights up. There are women who smile and they light up, all over. There are a few rare women that smile and the world lights up. Ami was in the third group. She smiled and I wanted to sing! My head told me she smiled just for me.

Bonnie said, "Ami this is Pete. Pete this is Ami."

We stood across the room just smiling and looking at each other for much longer than Bonnie was comfortable with.

"Do you want me to go?" She asked.

That brought us both into the moment. "I'm sorry. I feel like I've been struck by lightning. Please, sit down, both of you."

They sat on my couch. I sat in what obviously was my chair, a three year old recliner aimed at my television.

"Small talk. This is the small talk time. I need to ask good questions so I get to know you and you don't think I'm an idiot." I said.

"I know about you. Silly questions can come later. I came here because Bonnie is in love with you and she wants me to love you too. I came here because she said I will never again feel love the way I will feel it when you hold me." She got up of the couch and I started to stand. She pushed me back into the recliner and curled into my lap. Automatically, my arms went around her, she leaned her face to mine and we kissed.

Her lips were warm, ever so soft and willing but didn't feel anxious. We kissed and let our energy do the exploration. No tongue play, no groping, just two people kissing and allowing whatever was there to be.

The kiss ended and Ami looked at Bonnie. "Let me tell you what I know. I know you have been in his bed and loved being there. I know he has loved many times in his life and when he loves he gives his love freely. I know he loves me. I know he doesn't have an erection, and I don't care why. Love is so much more than an erection. How am I doing?"

Bonnie answered, "You got it all. I was in his bed last night, not for the first time, and I loved being there. I know he has loved many times and I'm blessed to be one of those he loves. I know he doesn't have an erection because he never has an erection. He was in Viet Nam and left his erections there. You're right, love is so much more than an erection."

Ami shifted a little and said, to me, "I want to be in a 24/7 relationship where he makes love to me all the time. I never want to be fucked again, physically, emotionally or spiritually. I need to live with a man who cares for me, protects me and partners with me. Are you him?"

"Yes!" I leaned over to pick up the phone. Ami stopped me.

"Who are you calling?"

"U-Haul. I need to rent a truck to go get all your stuff. You're moving."

She kissed me again. This time her tongue found mine. This time she put my hand on her breast. This time Bonnie excused herself and went into the bathroom. When she came back she had tissues in her hand and smeared mascara. Ami was still in my lap and my hand was still on her breast.

"Does this mean I no longer have a lover?"

Ami answered, "Pete eats you, and brings you pleasure John is unwilling to bring you. I have no objection to that at all. In fact, I'm looking forward to an orgasm that isn't plastic, myself. But, if I may ask, can our first night together be just us and can it be tonight?"

"I'm glad I bought new batteries this afternoon. Yes, you two enjoy. And Pete, lock the back door." She smiled. We got up and both kissed Bonnie good-night and sent her home. The door closed. Ami locked it and said, "Better lock the back door unless you want the neighbor lady in bed with us in the morning."

"How do you feel about it?" She stopped moving and thought.

"Leave it unlocked. I need to meet her anyway. Naked in bed is as good a way as I can think of."

In the bedroom we pulled the sheets off the bed and put fresh ones on. She sat on the bed and patted the spot next to her. I sat.

"Talk to me, please." She said.

"This is all new and oh, so familiar. I want to take my time undressing you. I want to massage your right shoulder and your feet. I want to take you under a hot shower and wash us both, getting to meet your body and love it. Then, if it pleases you I want to munch on you for hours."

"I like all of it except the last part. I'm sure that before we get all my things moved you will be given plenty of opportunities to munch me to many orgasms. Tonight I want my body to touch yours. I want to drink in and absorb you. I want us to touch, kiss, caress and not orgasm. OK?"

"Do you prefer I start with the bottom button or the top?"

"Undo the top button, then the bottom. Take your time. When the dress is held on by only my belt, I'll take it off for you."

I undid the top button. I kissed her mouth and down her neck to the freshly exposed skin. My hands found the button closest to the hem of her dress and undid it. I reached in and caressed one knee. I kissed her mouth again and my hands moved up to the second button from the top.

More and more skin was exposed as the buttons opened. When the forth button from the top opened I saw that there was no camisole and no bra to be removed later. I kissed her mouth and when the kiss ended she said, "I came here tonight believing you would love me for the rest of my life. I dressed for tonight, not wanting anything in your way. I do own bras, panties and other things."

"How wonderful, a gift package that wraps itself so I can unwrap it every night! Thank you, Ami."

The forth button from the bottom allowed my hands to caress her upper thigh. I helped her stand and I stood as well. My mouth found hers and as we kissed the fifth button from the top opened. Next was the belt. Below the belt were two buttons. I kissed down from her mouth across all the exposed skin, down to her belt. My hands undid the two buttons left and I opened her skirt and saw her pussy for the first time. The lips and surrounding skin were bare. Just above the slit a small tuft of strawberry blond hair resided. A few freckles populated the area. I kissed the tuft and smelled her arousal.

Ami helped me stand and did to me what I had done to her. She giggled when she went for my Levis and discovered I was wearing 501's, button front 501's. One button on my shirt then one below on my 501's. I thought a lot about her seeing my scar like this. When she pulled my Levis down and I was left with my briefs only I had to fight the urge to turn away. She stood back up and kissed my mouth again. Her hand ran over my briefs feeling what was underneath.

When the kiss broke she said, "I like how you feel." She kissed me again. Even after forty years it seemed strange to me that my briefs fit like ladies panties, smooth. 

She stepped back and unbelted her dress. She opened it and dropped it off her shoulders and onto the floor. I stared. A pattern of freckles formed a "V" down between her breasts. Her pale skinned breasts were capped with nipples that were a soft pink color and the nipples were long, swollen and beautiful. Just above her tuft a five inch horizontal scar told of her having given birth.

She turned and showed me everything. I wanted to hold her ass in my hands. I wanted to drop to the floor and spend an hour kissing her ass, physically and metaphorically.

She faced me again and said, "Ok. Show me."

My fingers got my waistband and I bent quickly, lowering the briefs to my ankles. If I didn't stand back up my body hid the scars. I stood back up.

Ami stepped close and kissed me. Like when I had the briefs on her hand ran over the area. As the kiss ended she said, "I like how you feel and I want to explore you. May I?"

"Anything you want."

She put me on the bed and shut off all the lights but one, the bedside small lamp. She lay beside me with her head at scar level. Her hands touched me and she explored every inch of my scars. She moved and got between my legs. She put a hand at each side of the scar and put her face against the center of the scarred area. She kissed. I watched everything she did. She kissed my scars. A tear fell on my scars. She kissed again and another tear fell.

My tears fell too. An emotional well was opened and we cried together for a long time. At some moment I lifted her up across my body until we were face to face and kissing again. Ami pulled covers up and over us and we slept with my arms around her as she rested on top of me.

We woke up to the sound of my back door opening. Ami looked at me, winked and closed her eyes. The door closed. I heard clothes coming off in the kitchen then bare footsteps. When Gena saw the strawberry blond hair she stopped and gasped.

Ami lifted her head, slid to my side and said, "Good Morning. Did you come to join us?"

"I thought... I..."

"I know. You expected Bonnie to be here this morning. I talked her into letting us have last night to ourselves. By the way, I'm Ami."

"I'm Gena."

Ami lifted the covers a little and said, "Come on in. It's warm, cozy and quite friendly in here."

Gena looked like she might run but she slid under the covers anyway. I leaned to her and kissed her. Ami used a hand to hug her closer to me. When the kiss ended Gena said, "I hope this doesn't sound weird but Pete, you don't taste like pussy."

"Oh, he hasn't munched on me yet. We spent last night getting to know each other in a different way."

"Is Bob working this weekend?" I asked.

"No, why?"

"If I can get his help I'd really appreciate it. We're moving Ami in here and Bob has a truck."

"You're moving in?"

"Yes! We're neighbors!"

"Bob will never think you're fucking me again. Wait! What does this mean, exactly?"

"It means that for the rest of his life Pete is not allowed to fuck. He is free to munch pussy, play with titties, he can even stick a finger in your ass if you'd like but no fucking! Got it Mister?"

"Yes I do. I solemnly swear to give up fucking for the rest of my life... to make you happy!"

"But..." Gena started to say.

"He's giving it up for me. Please don't talk him out of it."

"If you say so."

"We both say so." I added. I kissed Ami and rolled over on top of her. She spread her legs and made it comfortable for me. We kissed a few more times.

"Maybe I should go?" Gena said.

"Didn't you come over for a munch?" Ami asked.

"Yes."

"Do you want just Pete or can we double team you?"

"Double team?"

"Sure, Pete can munch you down below and I'll maul your tits and kiss you from the waist up. In an hour we'll be good friends."

"Oh, I like how you make friends. Double teamed it is!"

I shifted over and down. Ami shifted so she and Gena were face to face. 

"Relax, Gena, let me be the man for a while Ok?" Ami already had her hands on Gena.

"Ok." 

I watched as Ami kissed her softly and gently on the mouth. Her hand rested on the side of Gena's face. They kissed many times that way. Gena put her hand on Ami's back.

Ami got the signal and shifted just a bit and moved her kisses to Gena's neck. I slipped my tongue along Gena's slit. Gena moaned and said, "God! Being double teamed by you two is incredible! I'm so close already."

I opened her legs slowly until her inner lips opened and I could see her juices. Ami looked at me and winked. She closed her lips over Gena's nipple and I put my tongue into her vagina. Before I could take another breath Gena shuddered and said, "I'm there!"

Her back started to arch and I moved up and sucked her clit. Ami squeezed her other tit and kept sucking on her nipple.

Gena moaned and shook some more. Ami switched from one nipple to the other. She pinched the one she had sucked and Gena sucked in her breath and stiffened again.

I did release her. Ami let go as well. We rested on either side of our neighbor and gently touched her all over. Her body shook with aftershocks, shuddered with being very sensitive and she closed her eyes. I pulled up the covers and the three of us napped.

When I woke up Gena was feeding me a nipple. It was in my mouth. I suddenly closed around it and sucked.

"Oh, our man is awake. Is he hungry? Shall we make food for him?"

I sat upright and said, "I forgot an important piece of data! Can you cook?"

"Did you see Gena orgasm?" I nodded. "Turn me loose in a kitchen and I can feed people food good enough to get that same response... well, almost."

"I have a kitchen. I'm not sure what's in it, but whatever is in there is yours. Do you want assistance or is breakfast your gift?"

"If I give breakfast will you give dinner?"

"Deal. Is Gena helping you, or am I snuggling with her a little longer?"

"Snuggle by yourself. I want Gena's help and maybe donations from her kitchen." They both were up and gone in just seconds. I spread out and listened to them playing in the kitchen.

"Do you like bell peppers?" Ami asked.

"In small pieces, yes."

"Onions?"

"In small pieces, yes."

"Cheese?"

"Melted on your breasts." They both giggled.

"Meat?" 

"Yes!"

The back door opened and closed. A minute later it opened and closed again. A couple minutes later they both came into the bedroom with one plate, one fork, a glass of orange juice and a mug of coffee.

I leaned against the headboard and Ami fed all three of us her incredible omelet. Gena gave each of us juice and coffee. When the food was gone she went back to the kitchen and did the dishes. Gena kissed us both and went home. She promised that Bob would help on Saturday.

Ami came to bed again and asked if I had a pen and a notebook she could have. I got it for her. The next hour was used making lists. What to bring first. What to buy at the market. What to get at the Builder's Center. Costco. We wandered around my home and I was comfortable doing it without dressing to cover my scars. Ami touched me often. I touched her often and we kissed often.

At noon it hit me. This was a school day and Ami worked at a school.

"Ami, why aren't you working today?"

"Yesterday, I got a call from Bonnie while I was at work. After the call I went in to my Principal and told her I needed today off. She asked why and I told her the truth. She gave me the day off."

"What truth did you tell her?"

"Francine, I'm going to meet a man tonight and by tomorrow I intend to be in love with him. My best friend loves him and loves me and she wants us to love each other. I trust her. I want to have tomorrow off because I don't want to have to rush out of his bed in the morning."

"How's it going, so far?"

"It's noon. We're still naked. The bed isn't made and I'm in no hurry. I do love you and I'm doing something I've dreamed about for five years; making the lists to move in with you."

"Would you please sit in this chair for me?"

She sat. "No, please face the back of the chair."

She turned around and sat. I pulled another chair close and sat behind her. I warmed my hands and began massaging her right shoulder. 

"You knew it hurts?"

"You favor it. Do you always carry your purse on that shoulder?"

"Usually."

"Don't. The pain is telling you to stop doing what hurts."

"You saw it?"

"And felt it. I'll get to your feet soon... and often. Women just don't take good care of their feet. A few do, but generally I see women walking like shoes are supposed to be uncomfortable."

"If I didn't already love you, I'd start right now."

"Tucked away in the back bedroom is a massage table. Any time I see it set up I'll get the message that you want some attention. Any time I'm sitting somewhere and your feet are in my lap, they will get attention. Oh, add to the Costco list. Four pump bottles of lotion. We can put them four different places in the house so we never have to go far to get some."




Munchin



"God! Where have you been hiding? I don't know a woman who wouldn't love this!"

"I did hide after Honey died. I think it took Bonnie three years work to open me up, even a little."

"I'll thank her every time I talk to her."

"May I ask, why are you so open about me having sex with all the women I have sex with?"

"Every boyfriend and husband I have had since I was fourteen fucked around on me. The first four or five times I got so angry I hurt people. I only had one husband and only for five years. I had two daughters with him. He took them to Knott's Berry Farm one day when I was at school. They were three and two. The crash that killed them also killed the woman in the car with them. The woman was not wearing panties and had evidence of recent coitus, with my husband."

I didn't say anything or move. She stood right in front of me and said, "A week after he was buried I told my mother I wanted a loving man who couldn't fuck."

"What did your Momma say?"

"Quote; Don't you mean a man who won't fuck around?"

"And you said no, I mean a man who can't, cause if he can he will."

"Do you ever miss the feeling of having a cock inside you?"

"Yes! But the trade off is so good I'm willing to go the rest of my life happy with what I've got."

"Sweetheart, I have a dick."

She looked down and said, "Stroke it for me, would you?"

"It's in a closet. Lesbians call it a strap-on. Some friends gave it to me last year. They gave me a party to induct me in as an honorary lesbian. I've never had it on except at that party."

"Did you fuck one of them with it?"

"No. I had it on, sticking out of my slacks. No one at the party saw my scars. Sue and Sarah were the couple who gave it to me and only one of them had been in bed with me. She felt me through my briefs but never saw the scars."

"Promise me you will only fuck me with it."

"No. I solemnly swear to give up fucking for the rest of my life... to make you happy! I meant it! I still do. I further promise that I won't ever use a strap-on except that one and only when I am expressing love to you."

"Ok. Someday I may ask you to stick it in someone other than me. Would you?"

"Would I be loving you by doing what you wanted me to do?"

"Yes."

"Then I would gladly do it... for you."

"Let's get dressed and go shopping."

"When do I get the pleasure of munching you?"

"How about tonight? I may be strange but I want a fresh mattress pad and fresh sheets and pillows on our bed before you munch on me. Am I strange?"

"No. I figured we would find new sheets somewhere today."

"We will."

We dressed after another shower. I realized my water bill was likely to go up. When I was dressed Ami sent me out to her car and I brought in her suitcase. It had clothes for the day and her feminine supply kit. Half an hour later most of her freckles were hidden and we were in my car headed shopping.

In my head I had a list of where we needed to go and a map of how best to drive to get to the various places. Four blocks from home I put on my turn signal and Ami asked, "Where are we going?"

"There is a really large diamond store on Topanga Canyon. I figure to get the biggest priority done first."

"Wrong store, if you want my opinion. Clayton's is a small store near Hawthorne Boulevard and they have been good to me for years. If you're Ok with it, I'd like to let them have our business."

"Our business. I like the sound of that."

I made the turn and a block later made a turn to head for Clayton's. By lunch Ami was wearing her new ring. We had a quick lunch and went to every stop we could manage before we were too tired to continue. We stopped at Ami's apartment and she brought a load of clothes. We headed home when there was no room left in my car. Twice during the afternoon Ami called Bonnie and gave her an update. She told Ami she would be at our house with dinner when we got home.

I parked. Bonnie and Gena were sitting on our front porch. They helped us carry things into the house. The chatter level was high. I think all three women were talking at the same time and it lasted for a long time. My mind doesn't work like that so I shut off my hearing, trusting that if or when they wanted me to hear them, one of them would touch me.

Gena touched my arm. I looked at her and turned my hearing back on. "Have you heard anything we were saying?"

"I quit listening before we got the first things out of the car. I can't listen the way you three talk, so I shut it off and did what I knew needed to be done. You touched me so, I'm back. What can I do?"

"First man I ever heard admit he shuts off his hearing." Gena said.

"I'll bet Pete can also focus his eyesight to ignore everything he isn't interested in."

"Is there something you aren't interested in, Pete?" Ami asked.

"Sometimes. Over the long haul I'm interested in damn near everything. When I'm doing one thing, I focus. It doesn't always work but mostly."

"Would you like to focus your attention on dinner?"

"Sure!" I looked and the table was set for five. Who was the fifth? I looked again and Gena wasn't there. A minute later she came in with Bob in tow.

I said, "I'm glad you're here Bob! I want you to meet Ami. She started moving in with me today. Ladies, I want you to notice the ring on her left hand."

The ladies made a very big deal over her ring. Bob looked as well. Later Ami told me that when I was out of the zone they had looked at her ring. The dinner discussion was about moving. Bob said that one of the reasons he bought a truck was so he could help his friends. He also volunteered one of his other friends, who also had a truck.

It was after eight when dinner was cleaned up, dishes done and put away and all our help had gone home. Ami aimed me at the recliner and when I landed she landed in my lap. We snuggled and talked. She looked at her left hand quite a few times.

Suddenly her eyes opened wide and she twisted around in my lap so she could reach the phone. "I live here, right?"

"Yes."

"So, I don't need to ask if I can make a call?"

"No, just call."

She dialed and a few seconds later a woman answered. Ami was close enough that I could hear both sides of the conversation.

"Hello."

"Momma, get a pen and paper would you?"

"I have them right here by the phone, Ami. You know that. What do you want me to write down?"

"A phone number. Pete, what's the number here?"

I spoke it. Ami repeated it and Momma asked, "Who is Pete and why do I need his number?"

"Momma, Pete put a ring on my left hand today. Pete is helping me move into his house this weekend and Pete is going to be my husband. That's why you need his number."

There was a long pause, then Momma spoke. "How come I've not heard anything about this romance until now?"

"Momma, I couldn't say anything to you about him until I was sure he wasn't just another man. Pete is who I want and need in my life. I want you to meet him as soon as we can get together."

"You're moving this weekend?"

"Yes!"

"If I'm at your apartment at eight Saturday morning, may I help?"

"Yes! I'll... We'll have boxes and stuff there on Friday and you can just start packing things when you get there. Pete's neighbor has a truck and we'll be there near eight."

"You know I care, don't you?"

"Yes, Momma, and I know you worry. That's what Momma's do. I think by Saturday night you'll love Pete too. This is right, Momma."

"Have you had sex with him?"

"No, Momma. I have not had sex with that man." They both laughed at the almost quote.

"I need your new address too, don't I?"

I took the phone and gave her the address and introduced myself. She was formal with me, polite and formal. I smiled. It would just take a little time.

When Ami hung up she immediately dialed another number. Another woman answered.

"It's me, Ami."

"Wow! What big news brought you to the surface?"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Sis, you've been almost a recluse and this is the second call from you in a month. What's up?"

"I need to give you my new phone number."

"Why are you changing phone numbers? Are you moving?"

"Yes. I'm moving this weekend."

"Ok, I have some paper. Give me the new number."

Ami gave it to her and gave her the address.

"So tell me about your new place?"

"Ok. It's a house. Four bedrooms, two baths, big living room, back yard with a pool and hot tub. Quiet neighborhood, too."

"You can afford a big place like that?"

"I have a roomie. His name is Pete."

"You're shacking up?" She screamed.

"Well, technically yes, but he put a ring on my finger this morning so we are engaged."

"Are you at the new address right now?"

"Yes. Why?"

"Don't move!" The line went dead. Ami looked at me and said, "I think we're going to have company."

"How long do we have before she barges through the door?"

"Maybe twenty minutes. It depends on how she was dressed when she hung up."

"Let's make the bed. Then when she goes I can get to the dessert I've been waiting for."

We made the bed. Ami put some things in a closet to make the place look more presentable and I made some iced tea. I used the bathroom and as I came out of the bathroom the front door opened and Ami's sister came inside. She was Ami, just three years older. Jeans and sweatshirt with the sleeves cut off at the elbow, hair in a hasty ponytail.

"Hi, Ami's sister, I'm Pete." I stuck my hand out. Ami came into the living room and hugged her sister. I kept my hand out. Ami let the hug go and looked at her sister. "Judi, he's got his hand out! Don't be rude."

"I don't know him. I'm not even sure I know you. Can I please wait before we touch?" I withdrew my hand. 

"Sure. Have a seat? Would you like some iced tea, water, diet Coke?"

"No. Thanks. What I want are some answers." She sat on the couch. I slid the recliner closer to the couch and turned it so I faced her. I sat down. Ami plopped into my lap.

I said, "Ok. Ask absolutely any question you want. One of us will answer you and the answers will be the truth."

"How long have you known my sister?"

"What time is it? We met last evening. I had dinner with a friend we have in common and after dinner Ami arrived. We have been together every minute since then."

"You met last night? Are you both crazy?"

"Yes and maybe."

Judi sat thinking. She looked at Ami and then at me.

"You do look happy."

"I am happy."

"Me too." I said.

"How can you decide to get engaged in one day?"

Ami took that one. "I didn't decide to get engaged in one day. I decided to live with Pete and love him for the rest of my life in less than one day. To be totally honest with you, I decided to love him on my way over here to meet him. The rest has been easy and fun."

"You can't fall in love that fast!"

"I can only speak for me, here," I said, "But I haven't fallen in love with Ami. Falling implies an accident. Once I fell off my bike. I fell off a swing when I was a kid and ripped open my knee. Accidents. I love Ami because I say so. I decided to love her. Now, I'm lining up everything in my life to support loving your sister for the rest of her life and mine."

I looked at Ami as I said what I said. Her eyes filled and she nodded. She looked over at Judi and said, "Me too."

"You've stayed away from men because you said they all cheat!"

"Pete won't."

"You sound so sure."

"I know who Pete is and I'm telling you he won't fuck anyone, ever."

"So, if one day when you're at school and I come over and offer him my beautiful body, you're a hundred percent sure he won't fuck me?"

My hand covered Ami's mouth. "Allow me."

I faced Judi a little more directly. "I'm going to tell you something and if you want proof I am prepared to give you proof. I want your solemn promise that what I tell you never gets spoken by you outside this room and outside tonight. You cannot tell your momma, or anyone. Agreed?"

"Why can't I tell Momma?"

"What I will tell you is up to me to share or not share. If I find that your Momma needs to know, then I will share it with her. You don't get to make that decision. Can you live with that?"

"I guess so."

"Are you willing to promise you will never tell anyone?"

"Yes. I promise."

"I promise I will never fuck anyone again in my life. I can make that promise because I was injured a long time ago and the injury robbed me of the ability to have an erection."

"You can't get hard?"

"No."

"You're sure?"

Ami answered. "One hundred percent sure."

"And not having sex for the rest of your life is Ok with you, Ami?"

"I haven't had sex since I suddenly became a widow. What I wanted then is what I want now. I want to be in a 24/7 relationship where he makes love to me all the time. I never want to be fucked again, physically, emotionally or spiritually. I need to live with a man who cares for me, protects me and partners with me. I want a partner, a companion, a friend, and a lover. Pete has already shown me that he is all of that."

"Pete, do you have a brother?"

"I did. He died the same month that I was injured. The answer to the next question is, No, I don't know other men who are like me."

"I'm in. You still may both be crazy! What time do you want me on Saturday?"

"Noon!" Ami said. "Can I put you in charge of lunch, here at noon on Saturday?"

"For how many people?"

"Bob, Gena, Bonnie, Momma, Me, Nick, Bob's friend, you and maybe two others. Ten people."

"Done! This will be fun! Momma is helping?"

"She volunteered. She wants to meet Pete."

"Ok. Now, I've gotta go home. I've got work in the morning." She stood and we did too. Ami hugged her sister and then Judi hugged me. It was warm and accepting.

It was eleven when we got in bed.

"I'm not munchin tonight. It's been an emotionally and physically draining day. Let me hold you, love you and kiss you to sleep. When you get home from school tomorrow we will have you for dessert. Ok?"

She kissed me and I kissed her. Hours later the alarm clock woke us and the day began.

At nine my phone rang. As I answered I smiled. Caller ID told me it was a call from Emerson Middle School.

"Pete."

"I need your help, Honey." She paused. "Is it Ok to call you that?"

"Yes. It sounded good when you did. What help?"

"Everyone keeps asking when?"

"When what?"

"When is the wedding?"

"Next weekend?"

"No! You can't plan a wedding in a week!"

"Then why are you asking me? You plan it, tell me where to be and when and I promise I'll show up."

She laughed. "You aren't a normal man, but you are one hundred percent male. I'll pick a date but you will help plan the wedding. Thanks. I love you."

"I love you too."

At one that afternoon I called the school. The receptionist answered, "Emerson Middle School. How may I help you?"

"Can Ami receive a personal call right now?"

"Ami Lachman is in a meeting." She paused, figuring out who was calling.

"Ok. Can you give her a message from me?"

"Yes. I have a pencil."

"This is Pete. Would you tell her I was thinking about her and just wanted to tell her I love her? You don't need to interrupt a meeting. Thanks." I hung up.

Ten minutes passed and my phone rang.

"Pete."

"She interrupted the meeting!" Ami said, loudly.

"I told her not to do that. I just wanted you to know I'm already making love to you 24/7. I apologize if that isn't appropriate. The calling, not the loving."

"Oh Pete. I'm soaked. I want to take of early and come home to our bed."

"Want me to talk to your principal and ask her if you can come home early?"

We both laughed as she said, "No, don't call. She's standing here by my desk holding my purse and keys out to me. Don't leave home! I'm on my way."

I learned that the drive from Emerson Middle School home is fifteen minutes. As Ami walked through the door she was unbuttoning her blouse. It landed on the couch. Her shoes stayed by the couch, her skirt made it to the doorway to the hall, the stockings landed on top of the skirt and she walked into the bedroom in a lacy bra and matching panties. 

I was in bed, freshly showered and shaved. She slid into bed with me and kissed me. I got the pleasure of unwrapping the rest of the gift wrap from her body. It took a long time. She kept distracting me with kisses, touches, and offers of places for my kisses, touches, caresses and explorations. 

When her bra came loose my mouth began kissing all over her breasts. From her shoulders down to the crease under each breast I kissed. I saved her areola and nipples for last. My exploration was through and my mind tried to memorize her reactions to every different thing I did to her. I discovered that as much as she loved having her nipples and areola kissed and sucked the side of her breasts just where they became her side were very sensitive, especially if I lifted her arm above her head and stretched the skin along her side. She loved having me suck on her nipple and slowly pull back until it popped from my mouth. That got a moan from deep inside.

At some point in our play she pushed on the top of my head and I made that mean she wanted me to slide down her body and finally get to the munchin. I kissed my way as my hands touched the path ahead of my lips. I touched her mons through the panties, the soaking wet, smelling like Heaven, lace panties. I noticed a pair of small scissors on the nightstand. With three quick cuts her panties were gone.

Her legs opened wider for me. Her hands held my head. Her feet rested on my back, tilting her hips to a wonderful angle for munchin. My kisses circled around her vulva as my fingers touched and opened her labia.

""Pete, Touch me with your tongue! Please."

I pointed my tongue and moved in. First touch was right into her opening. I touched all around the opening to her vagina, lapping up the nectar flowing from her. Her fingers gripped my hair and pulled my head tighter to her puss.

"Yes! Right like that! Get all my juice!"

Her back arched, just a tiny bit. The muscles in her lower belly began to quiver. I knew she would not last much longer. I also knew I had not touched her clit.

My hands moved from holding her lips open wide up to her breasts. When I squeezed, she moaned and moved her hands to mine, squeezing even tighter. Her heels dug into my back as her back arched.

"Oh, Honey I'm sooo close! Suck me! Suck me hard!"

The words to the song were in my mind as my lips found her clit and I sucked. The song? "Show me the way to go home. I'm tired and I wanna go to bed..." I hummed the tune as I sucked on her clit. 

Her back arched harder and she shook all over. My thumbs and first fingers pinched her nipples causing her to scream. I released her clit and drank in all the flow from her pussy. She tasted incredibly good to me and I doubted I would ever get my fill of her.

As I lapped up her gift she jerked and moved with aftershocks and new shocks from my tongue.

Her hands lifted my head away from her wetness and we made eye contact.

"You've got to stop! Every nerve in my body is on fire! Enough! Please."

I scooted forward and rested my head on her lower belly. Her legs still wrapped around me and her feet rested on my back. I could reach the sheet and pulled it over us. As it was about seventy degrees in the bedroom the sheet was enough. We rested in the warm glow for a while.

"Pete, I don't know what to say. Come up here next to me, please."

As I moved up next to her, stopping when we were face to face, I said, "You don't have to say anything. I heard your body say thank you, loud and clear. I learned a lot about what pleases you. I have something to say to you. Thank you for the gift you give me."

"The gift I give you?"

"When I was young I was blessed to have a Dad who talked to me about stuff. He taught me a lot about women. I haven't found him to be wrong about what he told me. He said that for a woman to really open up emotionally and let go enough to have great orgasms she needed to trust the man. Not just trust him not to hurt her in the moment, but trust that he wouldn't hurt her in the future. He also said that trust was a gift. You give it as a gift, with no evidence that it is deserved. Then, either the person you give it to treats the gift with respect or they lose it."




Munchin



"Your Daddy was a smart man. Has he been gone long?"

"He died in seventy-five. He was sixty-eight. The doctors said his heart blew up. There was nothing anyone could have done. In his entire life he had been in a hospital twice. Once when I was born, once when my brother was born. He was born in the farm house where I grew up. He worked that farm his whole life. Mom sold it a week after he died to my uncle. A month later Mom was gone too. My brother was dead, I was on my own and she missed my Dad a lot. She just went in her sleep one night."

Ami kissed my and held me in her arms. When the clock on the night stand showed 6:18pm she asked what I would like for dinner. I smiled and said, "More Ami."

She said I'd had enough for a few hours and asked what she could make for our dinner. While I thought about an answer the back door opened and we heard someone in our kitchen.

Ami whispered, "You expecting company, sailor?"

I shook my head. We waited. The noises went on for three or four minutes and finally Gena's head came into view in the bedroom doorway.

"I figured that since Ami came home early from work you might like someone to deliver dinner. That way you don't even need to get up."

"How do you know I came home early?"

"You were home before one and school lets out at three-ten. Duh!"

"Oh, that."

"Was he as good as I said he was?"

"He is as good as you said, and better!"

I asked, "What's for dinner?"

"Salmon with a mango salsa, braised green beans, brown rice and iced tea."

"Will you eat with us?"

"Naked on the bed, one plate?" Gena had a big grin on her face.

"Is there a better way?"

She disappeared for less than a minute and walked in nude, with a platter of food, one fork and a dish towel. The dish towel became our table cloth. She ran back to the kitchen and brought back a pitcher of iced tea and a big glass. She served all three of us while I held the glass of iced tea and refilled it as needed. Everything was great. I asked about Bob.

"He's working a little overtime tonight so he can be free to help Ami move tomorrow. He's excited about the whole thing."

"Did you save some salmon for him?"

"Nope. When he told me he would be working late I went and bought salmon. He likes some fish, but not salmon. I love salmon. When I saw this fresh salmon in the store and it was big enough for all three of us, I bought it!"

We both kissed her thanks. All three of us went to the kitchen and did the clean up. Gena was ready to go home and picked up her plates, pan and things when Ami said, "Aren't you wearing clothes to go home?"

Gena blushed and said that would be great to be seen going home from my house naked. We laughed and I worried about Bob's reaction. After she dressed and went home I stuck a 3X5 card on the back door with the words "GET DRESSED" on it.

Ami and I went to bed early. At dawn we were both up and dressed in work clothes. She gave me directions on what needed to be done in our house and she went to supervise the packing at her apartment. Two women from the school arrived at ten to help. They came to our house. They worked with Ami and wanted to help, meet me and join the party. They brought cleaning supplies and set right in getting my already clean house even cleaner. At a little after eleven Judi arrived with enough food for an army. She bought a three foot long sandwich. It came with cole slaw, potato salad, chips and a bag of cookies for dessert.

At noon a truck pulled into Bob's driveway. Not Bob's pick up, but a bobtail from Bob's company. His boss had let him use it for the day. They had everything Ami owned in the truck. Judi jumped in her car and took off, back to the sandwich shop. Bob had four guys with him and we didn't have enough lunch! They got started and Judi was back before all the food was gone. 

At one the lunch was gone and we began unloading the truck. Ami supervised. Lots of stuff went into the garage. Some stuff went home with the workers. The couch from my living room went. Ami's couch replaced it. By a little after six she was moved in. I offered to take everyone to dinner and Momma smiled at asked what time it was.

Ami told her and Momma said, "Set the table. Dinner will be here in fifteen minutes. Boys, get washed up." She had arranged for her neighborhood Italian restaurant to deliver dinner. Bob and his friends got a sheet of plywood from his garage and we put it on top of my dining room table. Then we could seat everyone at the table. Gena and Bob brought chairs from their house to augment those I had.

Judi found some candles and two flat sheets to use as tablecloths. When the food arrived we sat and ate like a huge, happy family. Unlike some families, this one cleaned up when the meal was over. 

By eight there were four people in my... our house; Ami, Judi, Momma and me. We sat in the new living room.

"Can I ask questions?" Momma asked.

"Certainly." I answered.

"Who are you? How did you get my daughter to fall for you so quickly and when are you getting married?"

"Ami picks the date. She said next Saturday was too soon. My name is Pete Peterson. I was born with a different first name but changed to Pete while I was in the Air Force. I was born in Malad, Idaho and lived my youth on our family farm. I had a brother and he's dead, as are my parents. Oh yes, how did I get your daughter to fall for me? Ask her."

"I didn't fall for Pete. I chose him. I decided to love him. I decided the night I met him. I decided the next morning and I'll keep deciding every morning for the rest of my life."

"How did you meet?"

"Bonnie introduced us. Bonnie told me that if she wasn't married to John she would marry Pete and be happy for the rest of her life."

"I'm worried."

"Mrs. Lachman, you can worry if you want to. In ten years when we're still happy, loving and laughing I'll ask you to quit worrying. You can decide to stop any time you'd like between now and then. My first wife died in a drive by shooting. I could hide away and decide not to ever have a partner because she might get shot too... or I can marry your daughter and be happy every day of the rest of our lives."

"Ok. I think I'm getting the picture. Now, when?"

All three women got out their calendars and picked a date two months away. Bonnie had volunteered her place for the wedding so Ami called her and found out that the condos where Bonnie and John lived had a club house that could hold two hundred for a sit down dinner. Ami gave her the date and she called back in five minutes confirming the date.

I made a note to call the tux rental place the next morning. I was done. I smiled. I was done and they were just starting. Momma and Judi went home after eleven. Ami slept in my arms all night. I enjoyed Ami for breakfast and lunch. We got the house put together before dark and went out for dinner. 

Monday evening Momma, Judi and Ami took over the dining room for planning. It was that way for a week. Then it got worse.

The next weekend we had to make the list of who got invited to the wedding. Ami and I talked privately about that and I had to tell her that the only people I had any interest in inviting, my only real friends were guys I had been in the hospital with or women I had been munchin. The list came to eight men and twelve women. Ami sat with that for a day and sent all of them invitations.

My schedule got more crowded. My work at the computer still took up about thirty to forty-five hours a week. I still had Bonnie, Gena, Andrea and Beth coming for munchin during the days and Ami at night. Ami had us involved in social activities with the people she worked with and her friends from before Pete. I wondered if things would calm down after the wedding. I was so busy I didn't think about the eight men invited from when we were in the hospital together. We still emailed and spoke on the phone once in a while but hadn't seen each other in years. I gave Ami the list and promptly forgot about it.

Two days before the wedding Jack Williams called. Ami spoke to him. He was flying in the night before the wedding and wanted to know if he could bring someone with him. Ami said yes. An hour later Antonio Piscano called and confirmed again that he would be there. Two of the eight. Ami forgot to tell me they called.

The morning of the wedding I was banished from my own home. I went out for breakfast with Bonnie and Bob. Bob couldn't quite wrap his head around the reality that Bonnie was a lover of mine and had introduced Ami and me. After breakfast Bob went home to dress for the wedding and I went to Bonnie's to dress. 

We were in the clubhouse half an hour before the wedding was scheduled. I don't know what time Ami and company arrived. The minister that had helped me when Honey died agreed to marry us and he was there on time. Ami and he had talked a lot about the ceremony, all I said was I didn't want the traditional exchange-of-property ceremony.

The clubhouse was a huge round room. The chairs for the ceremony were set all around the center and the dais was in the center. We would be surrounded by family and friends.

At the start of the music (The Wedding Song by Peter, Paul & Mary) were walked in from opposite sides of the circle and met in the center. The minister had us hold hands as we faced each other.

He spoke briefly about the symbolism of a marriage. How it could be the public statement of two people intending to unite their lives for common goals, common nourishment, common focus and support.

He held up a purple ribbon about three feet long. He told that the binding of our arms together with the ribbon symbolized our coming together for a purpose larger than we could do or be as individuals. The purpose was to share love. He asked Ami and then me if that was why we wanted to be bound together. We said yes. He held the ribbon for the people in the room to see and he asked, "If you can support Ami and Pete in their commitment to love and share their love please join with them and say, Yes!"

The "Yes!" was strong and we felt their support. He wrapped the ribbon around our right wrists, binding us together.

He held up a blue ribbon and spoke again of it symbolizing our willingly being bound to honor each other with respect and care for all our lives. He asked for our agreement and for the agreement of all those in the room. The "Yes!" rang through the room and he wrapped our left wrists with the ribbon.

Six ribbons bound us together. Six times all our friends and relations said "Yes!" to affirm their support and agreement. The minister then gave us his blessing and had everyone stand and say the words: "From this moment forward Pete and Ami are joined. Their lives, souls, hearts and spirits are as one, joined in love, bound by their promises and our support and love. And so it is. Amen."

The room was silent for about five seconds and then it erupted in noise. Cheers, clapping, whoops and laughter.

The way the ribbons had been tied the minister could cut the ribbon between our wrists and still we each remained tied with three ribbons on each wrist. We left them on the rest of the day.

We all sat down and had a lunch together. Then a friend of Bob's turned on his DJ's equipment and the music started. He began by announcing that the first song would be started by Ami and me and that we should quickly be joined by everyone. He played "The Wedding Song" again. 

We danced for hours. I think I danced with every woman who was there and Ami danced with every man. Ami's Mom cried all the time we danced. After Ami danced with my two friends from the military she came and found me and cut in. I took her in my arms and she sobbed. 

She looked into my face and said, "I talked with Jack and Antonio. You were my hero yesterday, now I am in awe of who you are for those two men. I love you, Pete."

"I love you, Ami." We finished that dance together. Antonio and Jack had contacted the others who couldn't come for various reasons. One had just had another surgery and was still in the hospital. They all pitched together and gave us a wedding present. Ami knew about it but didn't tell me until we were ready to cut the cake.

Everyone gathered for the cutting of the cake and Ami spoke. "Pete has some very good friends from when they were all in the military. They have given us a present and I want to thank them." She had Antonio and Jack come forward. "These men were in the hospital with Pete when they came back from the Spanish American War." The people laughed. "Maybe it was some other war, but they were together. They bought us our honeymoon. We leave tomorrow an a seven day cruise! We're going on the Love Boat!"

We got back from the cruise on a Sunday night. Ami went back to school on Monday morning. Flowers were delivered to her school just before lunch. That evening we had dinner with Judi and Momma. They heard about the cruise and our adventures. Tuesday night Bob and Gena came over for dinner. Bob was dressed up and so was Gena. Ami made lasagna, one of Bob's favorite foods.

When the meal was over and we were just sitting and talking Bob got the floor. "Three months ago I came to your back door wanting to kill you. You treated me like a friend. You helped me learn how to better love Gena. Thank you. Please accept my apology for thinking you would violate my marriage."

"Thank you, Bob for being such a great friend to both of us." Ami and I said it together.

"I would like to ask for a favor. I'll understand if you say no, but... no, never mind." Bob looked embarrassed.

"Bob, if I can grant you a favor, I will. What is it?"

"Can you teach me how to eat pussy?"

The room froze. Not one of us moved. All the color in Gena's face drained out. Bob kept looking at me and holding his breath.

"You want..."

"I know you've been eating her. I know I've never even touched her pussy and I want to be able to give that to her. Will you teach me?"

"You're not angry?" Gena asked.

"I was. Angry, disappointed and having thoughts about killing both of you. Then I went to the wedding. I sat and talked with Jack Williams. He told me about your injury, your wife, your way of looking for a way of seeing sunshine even in the rain. The more I thought about you and Honey and Gena and all the other women I've seen around you the more I realized you weren't trying to take my wife. You were simply loving her in ways I wasn't willing. While you were gone I tried to eat Gena. I failed. I just don't know how."

Ami looked at me and softly said, "When the Master is ready, the student will appear."



Munching Myra's Muff



Tammy left school all excited and concerned; the eighteen year old girl with light brown hair and blue eyes was excited that she was going to an earth day event downtown and she was concerned for the fate of the planet. While having dinner with her mom, her father ran off with another woman over a year ago, Tammy exclaimed, "Mom why don't you come with me to the global warming and earth day lecture downtown?" 

Carol looked lovingly at her enthused daughter and answered, "Oh honey, I would love to go with you but I had such a long day at work that all I want to do is stay home and relax but you can tell me all about it when you get home but be careful when you go into the city. There are a lot of bad people in this world so be aware of your surroundings and watch out for strangers. I love you very much and don't want anything bad happening to my little girl."

The 5'3" girl told her mom, "I am 18 and will graduate from high school in two months so I am not a little girl but I will be careful." The slender girl showered, slipped into her jeans, tee shirt, and sandals then walked two blocks to the bus stop.

Tammy looked out the bus window as she thought that it would take about an hour to reach her destination. Tammy's thoughts were interrupted when a tall black woman sat in the seat next to her and introduced herself as Myra. As they conversed Tammy found it difficult to keep her eyes off of the woman's huge breasts and long dark legs. The woman's pink blouse was so low cut that her nipples were tantalizingly close to popping out. Tammy blushed when she viewed the woman's garter that held up her black mesh stockings. Myra's short black skirt had ridden up so far that Tammy could see the jungle of black pubic hair between Myra's legs. Tammy felt very uncomfortable and was confused by the way she felt while looking at the sexy woman.

Myra gave the young girl a seductive smile when she noticed the young girl's reaction to her voluptuous frame. That's why she didn't wear any panties and exposed as much of her sexy body as she could; her plan was to engage, allure, seduce, and then dominate unsuspecting females. Other lesbians were OK but she much preferred to introduce so called straight women to her lifestyle. The 42 year old 6' woman was an aggressive lesbian and decided right then and there to seduce the timid white girl. When Tammy told her about the lecture Myra eagerly stated, "That sounds great! Would you mind if I went with you? My pad is close by and I want to do my part for earth day."

The young girl was pleased that the woman was interested in saving the planet and exclaimed. "That would be great Myra and besides I could use the company."

The lecture lasted over an hour and they were all given pamphlets to hand out. The unlikely couple walked together down the street and into a nearby park handing out the earth day fliers to all they encountered. When they were finished Myra lit a cigarette and stated, "That was easy now let's you and I go have a little fun darling."

Tammy watched as the woman inhaled and let the cigarette dangle from her thick ruby-red lips and said, "Smoking is not good for you and it pollutes the air so please put it out and what do you mean have fun? What kind of fun are you talking about?'

The much bigger and stronger black woman grabbed Tammy by the arm and led her inside the park ladies room, slammed her against the wall, blew smoke in the girl's face, and then kissed her firmly on the lips declaring, "Listen bitch, let's get a few things straight. Don't ever try to tell me what to do or not do again. I'm the one in charge here; do you understand?"

The frightened girl meekly asked, "What are you doing? Please let me go; you are hurting me."

The rest-room was empty so Myra forcefully pushed the unnerved girl into the end stall and sat her down on the toiled seat. Tammy was petrified when the large woman removed her blouse and skirt and stood provocatively in front of her wearing nothing but a garter,stockings, and high-heels. Myra brought the girl's trembling hands to her heaving breasts commanding, "Fondle them baby, play with Mommy's big tits." While Tammy was squeezing the giant breasts Myra bent over and ordered, "Now suck them baby girl and do it right." Tammy was much too intimidated to disobey Myra and did what she was told. Much to her surprise the girl discovered that she enjoyed sucking on the giant globes and it turned her on.

Myra pulled her stiff nipples from the sucking girl's mouth and offered, "Good little girl,now Mommy has a very special treat for you." Myra moved closer so that her fumy cunt was in Tammy's face, she pulled the girl's face to her smoldering slit, and demanded, "Eat the motherfucker, put your tongue up in it, nibble on my pussy lips, suck my clit, make Mommy cum, and lick it all up!" Tammy stared mesmerized at the puffy pussy and breathed in the musky scent of the hot-hole and felt herself weaken, lose all will to resist, and was overcome with desire to taste the dripping woman flesh and please this dominating woman. In a low sultry voice Myra encouraged, "Gobble it all up little girl. Mommy knows how much you want to feast on my goodies so suck it baby, go ahead and Mommy will reward you with her sweet tasting honey. That's it baby, just like that. Oh yeah, so fucking good, don't stop, yessssss! Lick it all up precious. Oh fuck, suck, suck, suck, shitttttt yeah!"

As Tammy was lovingly licking up all of the sticky juices Myra heard footsteps outside the stall door and opened it slightly to see a park policewoman listening with her hand on her crotch. When she saw Myra the slender black policewoman tried to be professional and demanded to know, "What the hell is going on in there?"

Seeing the lust in the woman's eyes Myra pulled her inside the stall and boldly stated, "Come see for yourself and don't try to act so fucking uppity with me because any fool could tell that you want in on the action. Kiss the white girl and taste my pussy on her sweet lips, go ahead. Taste good doesn't it? Now pull down her pants and show her what you can do. Yeah, hell yeah, eat that white pussy." The police woman was lapping away like a thirsty cat with a bowl of milk. Tammy was moaning and her eyes were rolling; she was in orbit and her frail frame was trembling. Myra pulled down the officer's slacks and finger fucked her violently. The savory scent of sex filled the air as both women quaked to rousing orgasms. Myra then stuck her fingers in the woman's mouth and told her to taste her own cunt then she let Tammy sample the other woman's juices from her fingers. While they were dressing the policewoman gave each of them her card and expressed a strong desire to see them again.

Myra walked the dazed white girl through the park and informed Tammy that they were going to her place to finish her training. Poor puzzled Tammy asked, "Training, what training?"

"Well you see it's like this white girl; from now on you are going to be my submissive little pussy licking bitch! You got any problems with that?"

"I...I ah, don't know." When Tammy looked into the dominating woman's dark eyes she melted and felt a wave of excitement rushing through her veins and wanted to please the assertive woman and give herself to Myra in sweet surrender. Tammy then said, "I will be and do whatever you want Myra."

Myra chuckled and stated, "From now on I want you to call me Mommy or Mistress and obey my every command. You liked feasting on my big juicy black cunt, didn't you bitch?"

Tammy meekly replied, "Yes I did, it was fantastic, and I love it when you order me around. I don't understand but it makes me all wet."

"That's because you are a submissive little girl and you adore worshiping my mature woman's body but don't worry honey because tonight I am going to feed you all the hot cunt that you want. Before the sun comes up you will be a perfect pussy eater and you will belong to me."

They entered Myra's apartment and she told the white girl, "Get your tongue ready for a workout because you are staying the night and your face will be buried in Myra's Magnificent Muff the whole time but you love that don't you?"

"Yes Myra but my mom is expecting me home."

"What did I tell you to call me bitch?"

"Oh, I'm sorry Mommy."

"Don't let it happen again slut or I will take you over my knee and spank your puny little white ass until it turns red. Now call your mother and tell her that you are spending the night with a friend." Tammy did as she was told and was led to the bedroom and ordered to strip. Once again she obeyed and sat on the bed ogling the ebony sex goddess as she disrobed. She licked her lips while gazing at the huge ebony globes and meaty pussy surrounded by black curly pubic hair. Tammy didn't know that a woman could have so much hair down there. Myra seductively cooed, "Like what you see little girl? I know that you crave it, you love it, and you want some more of it. Right baby?"

"Well I..I want to please you Mommy and I want you to be proud of your little girl." Tammy discovered that the role playing was a huge turn-on and her pussy flooded.

Myra pushed the girl on her back, straddled her face, lowered her dripping pussy to the girl's waiting lips and uttered, "Here is what you have been waiting for little girl. Worship my cunt with your mouth and make Mommy feel really good. I'm going to ride your pretty face and let you suck out every drop of my sweet nectar. Yesss!" Tammy could hardly breathe as her mouth and nose were covered by the meaty, drenched, and delicious cunt. Then Myra fucked her face with fervor until Tammy chocked and gasped for air. 

The black seductress lifted her horny cunt from the panting girl's face and observed, "Baby you look so beautiful with your face glistening from my juices and red from the friction of my cunt rubbing all over your pretty face. Now I am going to reward you for being such a good little girl and making Mommy's kitty purr." Myra got between Tammy's slender legs, spread them wide, and dove right in. Tammy's little pussy was shocked by the size of Myra's monster tongue as it wiggled up her tight little love hole. Nothing ever felt so good to her before and she reached the most intense orgasm of her young life. 

They relaxed for about twenty minutes as Myra let the girl come back down to earth and regain her composure. Then she sat on the girl's face again but this time it was her hairy butt hole that met Tammy's mouth. Tammy was confused and didn't know what to do until Myra demanded, "Kiss my beautiful black buttocks all over and then put your mouth on my poop-hole. Then tongue fuck it just like you did my cunt. Put your tongue to work , stick it up my ass hole as far as you can, lick and suck it for Mommy, and fuck my ass with your face." Tammy was afraid but she reluctantly stuck out her tongue and probed the bowels of her lover's nasty pit. She was surprised that the taste was not as gross as she had imagined so she eagerly tongue fucked Myra's anal cavern. 

Myra told her that she was a good slut and sat opposite her and proceeded to insert her toes into Tammy's tight pussy. After bringing the girl to a climax with her feet Myra made the white girl suck her sticky toes clean. Then she grabbed a fistful of hair and pulled Tammy's face to her smoldering cunt and the young girl hungerly devoured the fleshy feast. Myra ran her long fingers through the girl's hair praising, "Yes, just like that. You are such a good girl and your pussy licking skills have improved so much in so little time, you are a natural my little pet. You love munching your Mommy's muff don't you little girl?"

Tammy looked up at her mistress, her face glistened from Myra's secretions, and she lovingly cooed, "Oh yes. Your pussy is a delicacy and I could eat it all night long." Then Tammy resumed gorging on Myra's yummy love muffin. 

"I know just how much you love eating my muggy muff so go ahead and lap it up. Don't stop my pretty little pet; eat the motherfucker all night." Tammy didn't make it all night long but she did go several hours before her tongue felt like it was going to fall off and she rested her head on Myra's thighs. The authoritative black woman thought of reprimanding the girl for stopping but instead noted, "You did good my little slut. I just might let you move in with me; so tell me if you have ever eaten pussy before. You are doing much too good for a first timer."

Tammy admitted, "Well, I did fool around with a couple of friends from school but it was nothing like this."

"I thought so, say, why don't you stay with me for the whole weekend and I can feed you all the hot black pussy you want?"

"Oh Mommy, I would love nothing better but the nursery is going to deliver some trees, bushes, and other plants this morning. Mom and I are going to plant them in the back yard; it's our contribution for earth day."

"Tell me about your mother and how come your father is not helping?"

"Mom is 37 but she looks much younger and people often mistake us for sisters. Dad left us but my mother has a good job at the Governor's office and takes good care of me."

"Sounds nice so I will let you go help your mother and perhaps I shall bring a couple of friends over to help out but I have one more treat for you before you go. Now close your eyes and don't dare open them until I tell you." Tammy was both nervous and excited; she had absolutely no idea what was in store for her. When directed to open her eyes she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Myra was wearing two strap-on dildos. They were both about eight inches long and were black but one was very thick while the other was thin. When Myra told her to get on her hands and knees she complied but was panic-stricken. 

When the well lubricated dildos entered her holes the double penetration caused Tammy to cry out, "Oh God, Oh God, it hurtssssss soooo baddd. Ohhhhh, pleaseeeesss da..don't hurt meeee! Oh, oh, oh, ummm, aggggg!' Soon the pain in her rectum subsided and it was replaced by pleasure and Tammy screamed as she humped back wildly, "Yessss, fuck me, fuck me where I pee and fuck me where I poop. So good, so fucking good, harder, harder, hurt me, yesssss!"

Myra furiously pounded the girl's ass and pussy as she taunted her saying, "Is this hard enough for you my little slut? I noticed that your ass hole was virgin but your pussy wasn't. Who have you been fucking you nasty little pig? From now on you don't fuck anybody but me unless I tell you to. Next time I am going to fuck you with my bigger dildos; this time was just to break you in. You are my clam craving, pussy licking, ass kissing, toe sucking fuck slut and I will do anything I want to do to you. Do you understand little girl?"

"Oh yes Mommy, take me, fuck me, and do whatever you wish. I'm going to cum again, yessssss!" As they basked in the afterglow of their torrid fuck session the sun came shining through the drapes. They managed to get a couple hours of sleep before Tammy kissed her Mommy goodbye and headed home. Myra informed the girl that she would be over later as Tammy walked out the door.

It was exceptionally hot for April and both Tammy and Carol were dripping buckets of sweat as they planted in the back yard. A van pulled into the driveway and three hot black chicks emerged carrying beer and a large cooler. They barged into the backyard and introductions were made. Carol was taken aback by the skimpy thongs and almost nonexistent tops that did little to hide the black women's bodies. Tammy and Carol wore shorts that went halfway down to their knees and tank tops but didn't wear bra's because of their small breasts. Because of all the sweat their nipples were clearly visible. Carol inquired about Myra's friends names, Busty Bertha, and Sally School girl. Myra grinned and explained, "My friends are both strippers and that's their stage names; you can just call them Bertha and Sally if you like."

The newcomers helped with the planting and soon the yard work was completed. Bertha grabbed some beers and passed them out to everyone. Carol objected, "Tammy and I don't drink."

Carol cringed when Myra retorted, "Don't be such a tight-ass; let's celebrate earth day and cool off, after all it's only beer. Don't be so rude to your daughter's new friends especially since we brought you gifts and helped with the yard work. Myra handed them both earth day caps and shirts."

Carol was reluctant to confront the large woman and gave in saying, "Well, I suppose a little beer wouldn't hurt and thanks for the gifts; that was very thoughtful of you . How old is Sally and should she be drinking?"

Sally smiled and answered, "I know I look young but I am 20 and am quite used to drinking so don't worry your pretty self about me." Sally was about the same height and build as Carol and Tammy right down to the tiny tits.

Bertha added, "Sally is a big hit at the club and they all go wild about her schoolgirl looks. They like to fantasize about being with such a sweet young thing. Then I come on stage and show them what a real woman looks like." Busty Bertha was 32 years old, stood 5'8", and no one had to ask her how she got her stage name. Tammy noted that the woman's tits were rather large but not quite as big as Myra's giant globes. 

When Myra and Bertha went to the cooler to get some more beer Carol choked when Sally asked Tammy if she wanted to come work at the club with them. Tammy shocked her mom when she said that she would think about it. While getting beers for everyone Bertha asked Myra, "I have some stuff that I can slip them that will make their cunts itch and crave to be scratched. The bitches will go insane with desire and it will make them beg us to fuck them. What do you say? Should I put some shit in their beer?"

Myra thought for a second then replied, "Put some in Carol's drink. I want to see that condescending bitch turn into a cunt lapping whore. You guys can fuck the shit out of the goody-goody mother and I want her to see Tammy worship my black body with her mouth. Then the bitch will know that Tammy has a new Mommy! As for my baby girl, she doesn't need anything but my cunt to get her hot."

As the group drank and talked Carol felt very strange and found herself ogling the delicious ebony bodies. The conservative mother was overcome with a burning desire unlike anything she had ever known before. She was consumed with lust for sex and let her hand drop to her inflamed crotch. Her behavior did not go unnoticed and Bertha instructed Sally to go to the van and bring back the duffel bag. Then Myra suggested, "Let's all take this inside and get out of the hot sun." Carol was visible aroused and couldn't take her eyes off of the lush patch of pubic hair protruding from Myra's skimpy thong. Myra pulled Tammy to her feet and kissed her passionately; both mother and daughter were shocked. Sally returned with duffel bag in hand and they all entered the house.

Once inside Carol was placed on the sofa and Bertha and Sally sat on either side of the confused, hot, and extremely horny mother. Tammy and Myra cuddled in the love seat. Carol was urged to finish her beer and she gulped it down. When she finished her drink Carol was stunned to see the two drolly dolls had discarded their skimpy attire and offered no resistance when they helped to remove her top, shorts, and panties. She was in awe of Bertha's curvy frame and intrigued by the patch of pubic hair trimmed to form an arrow pointing down to her thick lipped pussy. Looking at Sally she marveled at the long, stiff, and dark nipples on the girl's small breasts. She shuddered and trembled with lewd longings when her eyes traveled down to the girl's bald beaver. 

Bertha kissed Carol full on the lips and inserted her tongue into the woman's mouth. Carol kissed back and her tongue mingled with Bertha's. The white woman moaned with ecstasy when Sally blew in her ear, kissed, and licked her neck. Soon both women were sucking her nipples and fingering her inflamed pussy. Carol went insane with carnal lust when Sally dropped to the floor and eagerly assaulted the woman's slushy pussy with her hungry mouth and probing fingers. Bertha hand fed Carol her breasts as Sally gorged on her pretty pink pussy. The sex crazed mom completely forgot about her daughter being in the same room and gave herself totally to the skilled lesbian lovers.




Munching Myra's Muff



When Myra disrobed and undressed her little girl Tammy protested saying, "Please not with my mom here. Take me to my bedroom where we can be alone."

Myra looked over to the sofa and Bertha had straddled Carol's face while Sally continued to consume Carol's craving cunt. Myra demanded that Tammy watch her mother engage in lewd animal lesbian sex and firmly stated, "Your fucking slut mother is far to busy to worry about you so why should you care what she thinks. Besides, it is about time she learned who is really your Mommy." Tammy never dreamed that she would ever see her mother act like such a wanton trollop. The daughter's feelings of shame were overpowered by the strong sense of taboo at watching her own mother having sex with two black lesbian strippers. Her young pussy flooded, she felt naughty, nasty, and wickedly perverted enjoying her own mother's debasement. When Myra removed her clothing, dropped to her knees, and wiggled that long tongue up her inflamed pussy she reached one wild orgasm after another. Myra's skilled manipulation of her moist pussy combined with the depraved actions of her mother was more arousing than anything she could have imagined. Tammy was transported to an unknown place filled with sublime sensations, raging rapture, flaming feelings, and thrilling titillations and she never wanted to leave this place of wonderment but all too soon she returned to earth when the ebony sex goddess lifted her mouth from Tammy's sticky slit and asked, "Are you alright baby girl? It's as if you were in an other world. Welcome back and let's change places."

The enraptured girl responded, "I have never felt better in my whole life and yes I was in a strange new world and you transported me there. Thank you so much and I will be glad to change places and only hope that I can do the same for you." The strippers and Carol came up for air long enough to watch Tammy, suck her lover's toes, kiss up her leg, linger at the beautiful brown thighs, and loving lick her Mommy's ass and cunt.

Bertha asked, "How does it feel to watch your lovely little daughter worship her Mommy's fantastic frame with her mouth and tongue?"

"What do you mean her Mommy? I am her mother."

"You are her mother but Myra is her Mommy and your daughter belongs to her now and if I were you I would be nice to Myra or else you will lose your little girl completely." 

Carol watched her daughter and knew that the stripper was right. She could feel her heart sinking to her stomach as she realized that Tammy was at the will and mercy of the big black woman. Carol cursed her own body when she felt her pussy, twitch, tingle, and flood while watching her daughter devour the dominating woman's ass and pussy. Myra noticed and patted her girl on the head telling her that she was a good little pussy licker. She instructed Tammy to have a seat and then ordered Carol to come over and sit beside her daughter. She then commanded them to embrace and kiss each other on the mouth. The kiss was not very sexual as both were reluctant to have sex together but it was good enough for Carol to taste Myra's cunt and ass on her daughter's lips.  

Myra moved closer so that her hairy cunt was only inches from Carol's face. In a seductive and inviting voice Myra said, "I am now your daughter's Mommy and there is nothing you can do about it. She is a whore for my juicy black cunt and will do anything that I say so if you don't want to lose her altogether then I suggest you too pay homage to my craving cunt. I am giving you a chance to join your little girl or lose her. The choice is all yours so tell me and show me your answer. You liked the taste of my pussy on your daughter's lips didn't you slut? Your little girl is sitting close so she can get a good look at you so do it real good. Now is the moment of decision so what will it be?"

Carol admitted, "Yes I loved the taste of your womanhood on my daughters lips and I will willingly and gladly be your fuck slut." Tammy fingered herself as she watched her mother greedily gobble up Myra's hairy cunt. The bossy black woman fucked her face furiously until the panting white woman's face was covered with pussy juice and cum. Myra pulled the woman's face from her sopping slit and said, "Not bad bitch, not bad at all. You are too fucking old to call me Mommy so you may address me as Mistress Myra." Then she told the strippers to use and abuse her new slut while she watched with Tammy. She added that they should put the mother on the floor and debase and humiliate her in every way that they could think of.

Sally sat on Carol's face while Bertha worked her toes into her pink pussy until they were all out of sight. Carol's cries were muffled by Sally's smooth slit. The white woman's pussy literally stretched before their eyes as Busty jammed her foot in up to her ankle. As Carol swallowed the cum and pussy juices from the petite girl's cunt Sally announced, "I have to go pee but I don't feel like leaving your slut mouth so just be a dear and drink it all up like a good pussy slut." Carol was horrified when she felt the warn stream of urine rushing into her sucking mouth. Her head was held tightly to the gushing cunt so she had no choice but to drink it all. Meanwhile the foot in her pussy produced both pain and pleasure. 

After reaching another orgasm Sally got up off of Carol's face but was replaced by Bertha. Momentarily her pussy felt empty but that soon changed when Sally put her whole hand in the now gaping hole. The young looking girl made a fist and fucked Carol so hard that she felt as if she was going to pass out but fought it off because she feared drowning in Bertha's flooded pussy. After being licked clean Bertha lifted her cunt up from Carol's face. As the well used mother tried to catch her breath Bertha let go a stream op piss that splashed all over her glistening face, hair, and tits. Then she was forced to lick clean the feet and hands of her tormentors. 

Just when Carol thought that her ordeal had ended she was tugged to her feet and Bertha rammed a 10" dildo into her stretched cunt. The mother was amazed that she could accommodate the thick black dildo so easily but then she realized that her pussy had been stretched wide by the foot and fist of the women that were controlling her. The big fake cock felt so good that she exploded once more. Then Sally probed her butt with a 7" pink dildo. It was thin and designed for the anal cavity. Carol flailed about like a rag doll as she was double penetrated. She shook and quaked to several more orgasms before finally passing out. Bertha quipped, "We have more toys in the duffel bags but she is in no position to enjoy them at the moment so I guess we will just have to wait."

Myra told Tammy, "Let's go over and piss on your mother's face and wake the bitch up!"

Tammy protested, "No! Why are you so mean to my mom? She has had enough; please leave her alone and let her sleep."

Myra was going to punish Tammy for not obeying her but thought better of it and relented saying, "You're right little girl she has had enough for now but I want you to understand that your mother is a submissive slut and thrives on being humiliated. So we are not really mean but only giving her what she really wants." Myra told the strippers to carry Carol to her bed and give her a nice bubble bath when she wakes up. Then she asked Tammy, "Would you like for me to move in with you little girl?"

Tammy thought for a moment and then answered, "Yes, I would like that but please don't hurt my mother."

"I am not going to let any harm come to her but her spare time will be filled with pleasing other women and being used by them. Let's see now, the girls at the strip club, the neighborhood women, strangers and that's just for starters. She will be our slut and call me Mistress Myra but you will be my Princess and just call me Mommy. How does that sound Princess Tammy?"

"Well, as long as my mom likes what she is doing then I suppose that it would be alright You will be sleeping in my bed, right?

"Of course darling, when Bertha and Sally come back downstairs they will be made to service your royal pussy and ass with their tongues. Get ready to be formally anointed Princess Tammy."

Tammy giggled and said, "Our lives will never be the same again but one thing is certain; it won't be boring!"

THE END