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A Good Life

By: SW_MO_Hermit



Ahhh I sighed as I sank into my patio chair. I dearly loved this time of day-especially here at home. It was so quiet and peaceful sitting here on my patio drinking coffee. I could hear the birds chirping and see them flitting about as they lived their lives to the fullest. It was Indian summer, my favorite time of the year. I was still able to wear shorts and short-sleeved shirts. I relaxed in bliss as I watched the sun come from behind the large hill east of my house. I watched the sun silhouette the 70 plus year old trees in my yard and along the stream that chuckled merrily on its way past my home and yard. The shade and cool air made my patio and yard a little slice of heaven. It was so peaceful looking out across the stream. 

My mind drifted back to better days as I recalled my childhood living, working and playing around this place. The land was so much a part of me. This farm had been in my family for well over 100 years and I hoped it would be in the family long after my death.

I remembered the hours I spent in the old swimming hole just down from the corner of the yard. So many of my friends came to swim and play that at times my mother thought she had a day care rather than a family. How many meals had we cooked on the built in grill beside the ole swimmin' hole, then eaten at the nearby table? How many kisses I had stolen while sitting or lying on blankets alongside the stream? 

My mind drifted on to Susan, my first female friend and years later my wife. I felt a tear course down my cheek at the memory. My teeth grated and my stomach clenched in anger once more when my thoughts moved from her to my Best Friend Timothy. The coffee I had been enjoying turned to acid and soured on my stomach. The three of us were inseparable back then. Timothy and I vied for Susan's attention for years until I won out and we became a solid couple.

I cried silently at the memories as I felt the emptiness inside, the overpowering lonesomeness of having the large house and 600-acre farm to myself now. My farming, investments and other interests could not fill the void left when my family was torn from me. I asked myself once again what I had done to cause this.

As I remembered the pain a cloud obscured the sun streaming through the trees and I felt the first chill of fall-a chill as deep and soul destroying as the one I now carried inside.

Here I was, alone, age 35 and newly divorced, my children Jessica, age 11 and Alexander, age 10 wrenched from me by an unfeeling court and my ex-wife and ex-friend. Would this have happened if I hadn't remained in the Reserves and been called up for the last Iraqi war? Was that the cause of my losing my family or would Tim have won out in the end anyway? I knew over the years Susan was becoming more and more unhappy with her status in life but to do this? I knew she wanted to be the wife of a more prominent man but that just wasn't who I was or could be. I thought surely our love would carry through.

I sighed and got up for another cup of my morning elixir, my special mix of coffee I brewed daily, rain or shine. I knew dwelling on my problems didn't solve them but what was a man to do? I came back to my sanctuary and sat once again to look across the creek and over the south field. I loved to watch my cattle feeding on the lush grass as the fog rose off the creek and hung in the morning sun partially obscuring my view.

The gentle lowing of my animals and the sounds of neighbor's tractors were relaxing to me. I thrived on the happy sound of the water rushing over the rocks in the rapids just before entering the deep hole we swam in. I was as at peace as I could be considering my recent divorce. 

I sighed and settled back to once again remember happier times. My parents and their loving rambunctious ways, the laughs and parties we had here in this back yard. Ahhh, times had been so good, so carefree as relatives and friends laughed and played, swimming in hot weather. I could almost feel Susan behind me, then realized never again would I feel her walk up behind me on this patio and place her hand on my shoulder as she bent to kiss me. Never again would I feel her slender body shuddering in orgasm as we made love in this yard or our king sized bed. Shit! Another tear slid down my cheeks. I have to get a handle on myself. 

The happier times were so intertwined with this yard and home. I remembered the summer Susan first refused to skinny dip with Tim and me. The summer we realized she was a really different and, perhaps, exciting creature. We tormented her unmercifully that year and the next. At the time romance wasn't in the cards and as we each grew up some we began dating others. Susan would sometimes run around with me, sometimes with Tim but I didn't think any of us considered that dating her. Finally the summer after graduating high school, I began dating my friend Susan. 

At first, it was just taking my friend someplace for fun and companionship because we both were between significant others. One day my parents were gone and Susan came over to swim. We played and dunked each other like we had when we were younger, then, while wrestling in the creek her top came off. She gasped and I just stared. I finally tore my eyes from her beautiful breasts and looked her in the eyes. Her face was crimson but there was a strange look on her face. We slowly leaned toward each other and I delivered a gentle kiss.

I don't know how long we held each other and kissed but by mutual consent, and without a word, I led her from the swimming hole and into the house. We stopped several times on the way for more kisses and touches. Susan would let loose with that special giggle of hers when I would touch her on one of her "secret" places. Finally, we were standing and kissing in the entrance to the hallway when Susan giggled once again and pushed me back from her. She ran down the hallway and into my bedroom with me right behind her.

When I got to the bedroom Susan was standing by my bed and facing the door. Her perfect breasts standing proud and capped by the most beautiful hard nipples I had ever seen. Her chest was heaving slightly from her short sprint and, I suspect, her arousal. I walked toward Susan while staring at her delectable breasts and the deep crimson hue above them. She smiled at me and pushed her bottoms down.

I stopped as I saw my first hairy pussy. The last time I had seen Susan's pussy was before it had grown a beard. It was so exciting, so mesmerizing, and so beautiful. I was panting and my young cock was so hard! My heart was beating rapidly and I was scared. What do I do now? What if we get caught? I walked to her and we drew each other into another tight embrace as we kissed again. I felt her pushing my swim trunks down and helped her free my cock.

Susan kneeled down and took me into her mouth. Her small hands looked perfect and felt so good on my boner. She was good; so very good. I felt myself nearing orgasm and I guess she felt it too because she stood, then climbed onto my bed and lay on her back, knees up and spread as she looked me in the eyes and licked her lips.

The excitement and fear I would do something wrong or hurt her were almost overpowering. Susan led me through the most exciting and heavenly afternoon. I can still almost feel her clasping cunt and its silky smoothness. The smooth comfort and heat of her lubricious cunt still call out to me. I was a typical kid. I didn't think about birth control until well after the act but when I groaned and said, "Oh, shit. I forgot the rubber!" Susan smiled and caressed my face.

"Don't worry John. I'm on the pill." She said. I didn't even think until a day or two later that that obviously hadn't been her first time fucking either. 

I was so hurt when I next saw her and she admitted Good old Timothy had copped her cherry almost a year before. She looked at me in surprise when I got upset and said, "John, I'm not a slut or an easy piece but so what if that wasn't my first time. So what if there were two before you. Does that matter?" I decided it didn't matter to me then but now I wonder if it should have.

At the end of that summer, we went to the local Junior college and were an item for the first year. In the summer I felt the pull of the world and gave in to my secret fantasy. I had always dreamed of the military so I enlisted. I did my time and came back home a Sergeant.

Susan remained in college while I was gone. I had tried to get her to promise to wait for me but she had only smiled and caressed my face as she said, "Oh, John. You know how much I love you. How could you think I would ever forget you?" 

I had written to Susan for almost a year before she wrote and told me she had met someone and wanted to date him. After my 'dear John' letter I never heard from her again and I lost contact with her. I heard she had dated the guy she dumped me for and several others but I had not bothered to keep track of her otherwise. After all, we were through.

I was walking down the street the second day I was home and saw Susan. I remember how my heart fluttered when I recognized her. When I called her name her face lit up with that wonderful smile I remembered. The whole day seemed brighter as I watched her smile and chatter at me. I felt myself weaken, as she would touch my arm to emphasize some point she was making. As I had walked up to her I checked out her left hand. Oh, God I remember thinking. No rings!

I asked her into the local café for coffee and was so thrilled when she said yes. We spent the entire afternoon visiting. I found the man she dumped me for had only lasted three months. She said she was so embarrassed by what she had done she never managed to get the courage to write me again. Susan said he had been an older man in graduate school and she had been so excited by his manners and knowledge, his worldliness that she just had to date him. He was from one of the better families in the next large town and drove a nice car but she found he was all flash. He had a wandering eye and couldn't keep his dick in his pants. I still remember consoling her as she cried and said, "Oh, John. I was so stupid. I dumped the most wonderful and considerate man in the world for such a jerk!"

She had dated Tim a while but he and she just didn't click she said. She was now in her last year of college and living at home. When she said she wasn't dating anyone at the time I was so happy. I talked, heck, I begged until I convinced her to go out to supper with me that night. 

Over the next few months, I was relentless in my pursuit of Susan. The first time I asked her to marry me she said no and I was crushed. I redoubled my efforts and relentlessly continued my pursuit. Finally, the second time I asked her to marry me Susan sighed and said "Yes". We were married on Christmas Eve and never looked back. Well, I never looked back until this spring any way. Now, how I wish I had taken her "No" to my first proposal for her final answer; but then if I had I wouldn't have my two wonderful children.

I had returned to college and majored in Agribusiness, minor in Math. Along the way I was in Army ROTC and obtained my commission. I opted for an appointment in the Reserves and life was so good. We were so in love. I still loved the military but it now vied with Susan for my time. She complained about the time I spent on Reserve duty and I complained about the time I had to be away from her but I couldn't give it up. It was in my blood singing in duet along with my love for Susan.

After college and my initial Officers training, Susan wasn't too pleased when I returned home and began running the farm. She wanted me to stay on Active Duty or get a job in town. I thought I had convinced her that what I had done was right for me, for us. Shortly after I returned home Susan got pregnant with Jessica. Then a year later, Alex came along. We were living the American Dream I thought. 

Then along came the second Iraq war. My unit was called up. By now I was a Captain and company commander of a combat engineer company. I loved my job and my men and was proud to go. Susan tore at my heart though as she begged me to try and get out of going. I remember the last night home as she clung to me and cried herself to sleep. She just couldn't understand this was the price of freedom and that this was part of what I was, as much my job as Farming or anything else I might have chosen to do. I was a citizen soldier and a farmer. All she saw was how my going would impact her and the children. She complained I was abandoning them. I was in anguish but I had no choice.

I knew Susan was hurt and sad but I just couldn't believe how she acted. When I called she was curt and didn't talk long. I got very little e-mail and no "snail mail" and only a few "care packages" from the children. I had leased the land to Timothy while I was gone so she wouldn't have to do the farm work. The next year shouldn't have been too hard for her but I sure got the guilt trip laid on me about how hard it was without me at home.

About 3 months after I arrived in country I got an e-mail from Susan. She said she had gotten a job at the grain elevator as a clerk. Susan said I shouldn't try to call her at home during the day and to please not bother her at work, as she was so busy. She was so pleased and proud. She said Tim had felt sorry for her being at home alone all day and found a place for her. I found out later he had really found a place for her.

A couple months after Susan told me about her new job Jessica mentioned in one of her e-mails that Tim and Susan had been out on the town and her mother came in drunk and crying. I tried to call Susan but couldn't get her so wrote her an e-mail asking for her side of the story. I never got a reply but when Jessica wrote me again she said she had been in trouble for "worrying me" with her mother's activities and she said Susan had told her to never mention things like that again because she didn't want me to worry.

I was worried but I trusted Susan so I finally decided she was just so embarrassed about getting drunk she wanted to keep it from me. Then came "THE DAY".

We had to move our base of operations and were in a motor convoy when my luck ran out. My vehicle was hit with an IED. My driver was killed and I was injured badly. I had a broken left leg, some broken ribs and a "penetrating wound" of the Right thigh and chest. I had been in Iraq 10 months and did not manage to get home until I had been gone 17 months. My wife and children had never visited me in the hospital and I got very few letters and cards. I had no other family because my parents had died about 6 years before within a few months of each other.

I would phone home occasionally but the children were withdrawn and I never got to talk to Susan. She was either at work or at a meeting. From time to time one of the children would mention she and Mr. Geitner (her boss Timothy) had been out to supper or to some social function. I never got any response to my questions and was beginning to worry. Finally I was released from active duty and allowed to return home. I was so happy and excited. I phoned the children and told them to have their mother pick me up at the airport and to be safe I e-mailed my flight number and arrival time.

I remembered how choked up I felt and how my eyes misted as I looked down on my home area when the plane was landing. I could hardly wait to see my wife and family and hold them once again. I looked and looked but couldn't see them in the arrival concourse. Finally, as I was leaving the baggage claim area I saw a man in a good suit holding a sign with my name on it.

"I'm Captain John Stevens. What can I do for you?" I asked. He looked at me and took a picture from his pocket and nodded. He held the sign out toward me and I saw it was really a fully stuffed legal envelope with my name written on the outside in magic marker.

"Sir. You have been served. This envelope contains the petition for divorce between your wife Susan and yourself. There is also a restraining order preventing you from coming any closer to your home or wife and children than 1000 feet. You are also restrained from having any contact of any type with them including phone calls and/or mail. Have a good day sir." He then looked at me a moment, shook his head and walked off.

I walked to the nearest chair and sat down, panting in shock and hurt as I tried to decide what to do. I felt a sob explode from my throat as my eyes teared. My anger surged. I decided to call Tim and get him to come get me. He didn't answer the phone at home and when I called his store I was informed he was busy and couldn't be disturbed. 

I remembered sitting, staring into space, tears trickling down my cheeks. I was silently crying. People stared at me as they walked past. Finally a security guard came up to me and asked, "Sir are you alright? Do you need a doctor or a priest?" 

I looked up at the guard and shook my head. "No. I just got away from a herd of doctors and another one can't cure what's hurting me now. I am on my way home from Iraq and instead of meeting me to take me home my wife sent a process server with divorce papers. What the damn hell good do you think a doctor or priest can do me?"

By now we were surrounded by a small group of people and when they heard that there was enough gasps you would think the airport sprung a leak. The guard looked so uncomfortable I actually felt sorry for him! As I was sitting there, arms on my legs and head hanging a distinguished gentleman in his mid 50's pushed through the crowd.

This gentleman sat beside me and said, "Excuse me Captain. I think you should come with me while you decide what you need to do next. I can't welcome you home like a loving family could, or like you expected or even deserve, but at least come and let me buy you a drink while you come to terms with this situation."

This kind gentleman gently helped me from my seat and guided me toward the airport lounge. As we walked he introduced himself. He said he was an attorney and a reserve Colonel in the Judge Advocate General's Corps. "If you don't have a personal attorney to help you with this mess, I would be honored to represent you. This is one of the most despicable things I have ever seen and I want to help you settle this matter as rapidly and painlessly as possible."

Since I had no attorney I saw no reason not to let him handle the matter. He bought me drinks while I let him read over the petition. He wrote out a statement for me to sign allowing him to act for me and told me to expect more papers by mail in the next day or two. 

After all the legal business was taken care of Josh (Mr. Joshua Rountree, my attorney) waited until I found a way home before he shook my hand and left. I had to make several calls before I finally found one of my other friends home. When he found out who was calling and what I needed he said, "Oh, shit John. You're kidding. She actually left you stranded at the airport and didn't even let your kids meet you? God, I'm sorry boy. You stay in the bar and have a couple more cool ones until I get there. You know it'll take me about an hour and a half to get there but I'll be there for you."

I remembered sitting alone for what seemed much longer than it actually was waiting on Sam to pick me up. When I saw him standing in the door to the bar I stood and walked unsteadily toward him. It was all I could do to carry my bag and navigate. Sam looked at me and shook his head. "I'm sure sorry John. Now come on and we'll get you back home."

On the drive back to our hometown Sam filled me in on Susan. He said she was really pissed when I left and accused me of deserting her and the children. She would complain about me to anyone in town that would listen until most of the people would just walk away when they saw her coming. The only one of our old friends that didn't get upset with her was Tim. They began going places together more and more. Finally she started working in the business office, then a little later they were seen eating out, dancing and generally acting like a couple.


A Good Life



Those in the area that could afford to took their business elsewhere when it got around that Susan was spending time in Tim's bed. I was offered the opportunity to stay with Sam and his wife Joan in town. Friends and neighbors kept the door warm the next couple of days dropping in to see me and fill me in on the goings on while I was gone. The one thing most of them wouldn't talk about was Susan. At most I would get a sentence or two then they would either change the subject or remember they needed to be going. 

Finally, one day I was in the bank and turned to see Susan walking through the door. I stopped in shock as I looked at her face then my gaze dropped to her belly. She was VERY pregnant. When she saw me her face turned white, then dark red and she ran from the building.

I stood staring and feeling like a fool, and then I noticed the quiet in the building and saw almost everyone staring at me. I too turned and walked outside. I was standing beside my truck when I felt a hand on my back. I heard a female voice saying, "John. Are you OK?"

I looked toward the voice and saw one of my favorite teachers from high school. She had instilled my love for Mathematics in me and spent hours taking me to even higher levels of knowledge than was offered at the school. I smiled and said, "Yeah, I guess Miss Maude. How you doin'?"

Miss Maude gave me a little smile and said with some asperity, "Well boy, probably a little better than you are right now. You know the whole town is sure proud of you and most of us are sure sorry for what you're going through. If you need to talk, you know where I live son." She gave me a little hug and walked back into the bank.

I couldn't believe no one had told me Susan was pregnant! I know I had only been home three days but damn. Well, now I knew there was no way we would ever get back together. I was mostly sure before but now. NO WAY. 

Well, the divorce was long and bitter. A time or two during hearings, Susan and I were both warned about contempt of court when we got into shouting matches. During one of her diatribes she told me one of the reasons she was divorcing me was that I would never amount to anything and she needed more for her and the children. She told me Tim was going places and he could provide more for her and the kids.

I just stared at her in shock. Tim only had 140 acres and while he managed the Farm store he only owned 25% of it. He did like to cut a big swath through town though and there was talk about him running for the State House of Representatives. He had always been flashy and I guess that and his smooth line is what got her in the end. Now I wished I had paid more attention back when we were younger and she was always running around with Tim. It seemed like even when we were together she spent a lot of time with Tim but I just put it down to friendship.

It seemed like we fought over everything. I didn't think I was being unreasonable but she sure said I was. She wanted the house and half of the farm, 3/4 of the bank accounts and full custody of the children.

I did manage to keep the entire farm for myself but it was hard. I had to give her all but $10000 of our savings and a promissory note for almost $200000 to keep the land. I was sure glad the two real estate agents we got to appraise the place were unhappy with the way she did me too. They appraised it at $1500 per acre instead of the $2250 it would probably have sold for. I was scared the Judge wouldn't accept that when she and Tim complained but we had an ace in the hole. One of our neighbors had some financial difficulty about a year before and sold out fast for $1250 per acre so the Judge allowed the $1500 per acre as a reasonable valuation. Tim got so mad he was ushered from the hearing cursing and screaming.

Finally, yesterday, it was all over. I was single and alone again at age 35 except for a town full of friends. Susan got custody of the children but I had unrestricted visitation and was guaranteed at least one weekend a month and two months in the summer.

With another heavy sigh I got up to face the day. The first day of the rest of my life-a life without the woman I had loved so dearly. Times would be rough for a while but I was sure I could get through this like I did Iraq and my injury. I wondered though if it would be as painful as that had been. 

Susan and Tim married two weeks after the divorce was final and moved into his house on his 140 acres. I got to keep the kids during the week they took for their honeymoon. At least the children were close enough I could see them daily if we wanted to. In fact a lot of time they got off the school bus at my home and stayed until Tim and Susan got home from work.

Well, the last 6 years have seemed to fly by. I was still alone but I had a semblance of a good life. I had my children and their love. I had good friends both male and female but no girlfriend. I didn't date for almost a year and a half but I did go to some of the local functions, dances pie suppers etc. Finally I began dating occasionally but just couldn't find anyone that struck that special spark. I went out with a lot of really nice ladies but no one special.

I did have one new interest though. I only lived about two miles from town and I had a large nearly new pole barn on my place that I only partially used to park my machinery in. About 5 years back I had listened in town and watched the neighbors. There sure seemed to be a lot of people doing their farm shopping out of town instead of with Tim's supply store.

I began asking questions and most of the answers I got involved two reasons for people taking their business out of town. One was the cost and quality of Tim's goods and the other was their disgust at how he and Susan had treated me. I decided to set myself up in competition with Tim and opened my own Farm Supply and Feed store. I hired a young married couple that lived about a quarter mile away to help. Sean worked with the feed and supplies while Sally worked the cash register and helped with the books. I did a little of everything including run my farm. I also stayed in the Army Reserve and took several short Active Duty tours. 

Whooo Boy. My new store had only been opened three days when all hell broke loose. Tim and Susan arrived in a cloud of dust and you could hear them cursing and screaming as they got out of the car. My customers stood and watched as they berated me. Tim was carrying a tire iron and I was worried he might try and use it. I suppose Sally was worried too because she had called the Sheriff. We were lucky a car was near and he arrived before we came to blows.

The next few weeks after my confrontation with Tim and Susan were tough. We got several nasty phone calls we thought were probably from Tim and Susan. Tim was very loudly complaining about my new venture around town. By the end of my first summer of business I was making a nice profit and had a pretty large customer base. If I were guessing I would say I have taken about half the business away from Tim. Whenever I saw Tim or Susan in town, if looks could kill I would definitely be dead. 

One other drawback to the store was its effect on my children or rather my ability to be with them. Susan refused to let them visit for a month after I first opened the store. I finally had to contact my divorce attorney and he threatened to file with the court if they didn't let me see the children again. They grudgingly let me see the children but held to the exact letter of the original custody agreement for some time. 

Things finally changed after Jessica got into high school. She needed help with her math or she was going to fail the subject. Her mother and Tim could just barely balance their checkbooks even though they both had college degrees. A bookkeeper and accountant kept all the business records. 

My college minor in and love of Math made me an excellent source of help with the homework. I helped Jessica whenever I had visitation but it wasn't enough. Finally, Susan grudgingly allowed Jessica and later Alex to spend a lot of evenings and even nights with me getting help with their schoolwork. Susan made it very plain though that my keeping the children so many nights had NO effect on the amount of HER child support. As time passed, Jessica and Alex began to bring friends over for help and tutoring. I really enjoyed having the kids around the house and really loved to see the light in their eyes when they grasped a concept.

I was so proud when the children I had helped would rush into the store or my house after receiving their report card and show me their grades. Most of the kids I helped made A's or B's in the subjects we discussed. Everyone made A's in Math. I found more and more that I would be stopped in town by the parents of one of "my kids". They all told me how much they appreciated my help and friendship. Life was fun again.

The fall Jessica turned 17, she was a junior in HS, and Alex was 16 and a sophomore. Both children seemed more and more unhappy. They were spending more and more time at my house, asking for help on schoolwork. I could tell they really understood the subject matter many times when they came to me for 'help'. Finally In February I put my foot down and demanded to know what the deal was. 

Jessica sat looking down at her hands in her lap, then sighed and looked at Alex. Jessica took a deep breath and began to talk through her sniffles. "Daddy. If we are at Tim's place we have to be quiet. We have to keep the whole house clean and do most of the cooking. Momma says we owe it to them because they both work so hard at the store to furnish such a nice place for us to live. If we are home and Tim and Mom want to go out they just tell us to watch George (Tim and Susan's son) and leave. We never know when they will get back. A lot of the time they are gone over night or for a day or two. We have to stay in our rooms when Tim and Mother's big city friends come over. It's almost like they were ashamed of us."

"They always go out to eat or parties and we almost never get to go. When we stay here you don't make us do anything you don't help us with. We laugh and tell jokes. We watch TV and sometimes you take us places to eat or just to go. You let us have our friends over and we can laugh as loudly as we want and listen to our music. Oh, Daddy I wish we had never had to leave our home. I, no, we so want to come back here and live. We miss it and you so much."

After I calmed the children I helped them finish their homework and reluctantly sent them back to their mother. After they left, I sat and thought about them and their problem. How I hated what had happened to my children and to my life.

The next morning I called the attorney that had handled the divorce. He said the children were old enough to decide where they wanted to live and if the court agrees then they could move back "home". One upside to this would be an early end to the child support. I told him to begin working on the problem and filings.

The next time the children came to see me, I told them what the attorney said. They looked so happy when I told them that. I got teary hugs when I told them I instructed the attorney to file custody papers on them. Jessica and Alex both looked like the weight of the world had lifted from their shoulders. Jessica began crying and turned to Alex. She said, "See Alex. I told you Mother and Tim were wrong. I told you Daddy loved us and would let us live with him again."

They both came to me and we had a group hug. Then, Jessica told me she and Alex had asked Susan if they could come live with me a few months before and she had told them No. She had said I didn't want them underfoot all the time and besides, she and Tim needed the child support money. She had said, "Besides children should be with their mother not some man that is happy living like your father does."

Needless to say, the custody hearing was nasty. The lawyer did his homework well though. He had a Private Detective watch Tim and Susan and document the times they were away leaving all three children to fend for themselves. Jessica was old enough to stay alone but it was a little iffy to put her in charge of the two boys for such long periods of time as she was left with them. In addition, the judge listened to the children's desires. He ruled they would be allowed to return to my home.

I think we were all shocked when the Judge ordered Child Support services to monitor the home life for Susan and Tim's son George. Susan was furious. She was screaming and yelling in court then Tim stepped up to me and said, "You just couldn't leave it alone could you Asshole? You just had to shaft Susan and cause trouble for us again didn't you? Wasn't ruining my business and chances for the House enough?" then walked away.

The children settled in and it was such a pleasure during the summer to hear children swimming and playing in the old swimming hole day after day. I think we had half the kids in town down at one time or another. I did notice the same three boys in attendance frequently when Jessica was home and a core group of 16 year olds for Alex also.

The Saturday before thanksgiving I was sitting on the front porch in mid afternoon and heard, then saw an older car coming down the dead end road toward my home. They had passed the store so I knew it wasn't business. I wondered who it was and was a little angry because from time to time people try to drive across my field to get to the road on the other side. The road has been closed for over 30 years because the creek changed course and washed it out. People still want to go through though and try to drive in my field to do so.

I sat and watched as the car stopped in front of the house and a very pretty woman about mid 30's got out. I realized I had never seen her or the car before. When she had walked up to the porch, she looked at me and asked in the sweetest voice, "Are you Mr. John Stevens?"

I nodded, and then said, "Yes. What can I do for you?" I was sure hoping this wasn't some salesperson or bible beater.

The woman gave me a beautiful smile and said, "I am Melody Harris, the Math teacher at the school. I have been having a group of students the last three years doing much better than their peers. From time to time a student that has been having trouble making a C grade begins to make A's or B's. I have discovered these students are all friends of your children. I talked to them and your daughter and found out the better performance on my tests is your fault and I decided I needed to meet my assistant."

"I think your daughter and her friends were afraid you would get in trouble for helping them. They were very reluctant to tell me who was doing my job for me."

I sat in shock for a spell, then jumped as I heard Jessica exclaim, "Ms. Harris! What are you doing here?"

"Relax Jessica. I was grading papers this afternoon and once again you and your friends were doing much better than the other members of your class. I decided I needed to finally meet your father. Since I needed a break, I decided to see if I could see him today."

I regained my senses and stammered, "Ms. Harris. I'm sorry for my Daughters and my poor manners. Would you like to have a seat? We can sit out here or go inside. Jessica. Would you get me a glass of tea please and whatever Ms. Harris wants for her?"

Melody said, "Thank you Mr. Stevens. I just love the view from your porch. Could we just sit here while we visit?"

"Oh, sorry Jessica. Tea will be fine for me also." She said.

I said, "Ms. Harris I"

Ms. Harris cut into my sentence and said, "Melody please Mr. Stevens."

I smiled and said, "OK, Melody. Thank you. I agree. The view from the porch and my patio is worth every cent it cost to build them. And my name is John."

After Jessica delivered the tea Melody and I began to talk about the kids and the help I had been giving them. She was impressed with my minor in math and willingness to help the children. "But what about the rest of your life. From what the children tell me you have homework sessions two or three days a week and Saturday evenings. You operate a Farm Store and a large farm. Doesn't your wife" then she blushed.

"Oh, I'm sorry. How rude of me. I forgot. I mean I heard what happened. OH." Then she jumped up and started toward her car.

I jumped up and grabbed her as she was starting to get into the car. "Melody. Please wait. It's OK. I know what you mean and I'm not upset. Now please come back and finish your tea. I might get upset if you leave before then!"

She looked at me a minute, still flushing, then let me lead her back to the porch. "John. I am so sorry. I know how you must feel. I lost my husband in the war and I have poured all my care and life into these kids just like you have. I keep hoping to get a real life and find someone but there just isn't anyone here that is that interesting. Is that your problem too?"

I started to get upset at her prying but then I thought was she really? After all, she hadn't said anything I hadn't thought about the "mate pool" of my beloved hometown. 

I looked back at Melody and saw tears running down her cheeks. I walked to her chair and kneeled beside her then said, "Shh. Melody. It's long past. If you want to tell me about it I will be glad to listen but you really need to get past it."

She looked at me and said, "We had only been married 18 months when Jason died. He was a Navy helicopter pilot and never came back from his first combat mission. We had wanted to have children but hadn't had time to start our family. I just threw myself into my school work and when I found this job opening here, so far from the coast and bad memories I took it."

I have dated some but other than meet a few nice men; I haven't found anyone to share my future with. I know how you must feel. I'm just thankful for the children I get to nurture at the school."

I think we knew all the same people. I knew the problems and idiosyncrasies of the men she dated and she laughed and told me about the morals and problems with the women I had mentioned dating. We had a good laugh or two reminiscing about dates. We found we neither one liked the bar scene in the nearest large town (45 miles) and none of our friends had anyone acceptable to set us up with.

Melody was impressed I was still in the Reserves, was now a Major, and was eligible for promotion to Lt Col soon. I have 22 years total time in now and am trying to decide whether to retire or not. 

I explained that Sean and Sally had long since taken over 98% of the work at the store. They and the other hired help made me redundant so since I had nothing much to hold me at home I had taken a lot of short active duty tours in the Reserves. I also explained those short tours had stopped when the children came to live with me again. I was thinking about retirement solely so I could be home with the children and not have to worry about being deployed again if the Army needed me.

Dusk settled in and we were still talking. My stomach growled, then Melody's. She blushed and apologized. She said she needed to go. "I didn't have lunch and really need to get supper."

I said, "I have really been enjoying our talk. Why don't you let me take you to supper in town? The Kids have dates and I would be here by myself otherwise. We could go to the café and continue our talk over supper."

"No John, I really couldn't. I can't believe I have kept you all afternoon as it is. I'm really sorry I kept you from your work." She said.

I looked at Melody and thought I saw something wistful in her eyes. "Melody if you really don't want to go with me fine, but if you are worrying about imposing forget it. I have enjoyed this afternoon more than any afternoon I can remember since I got back from Iraq 6 years ago and I really, really don't want it to end."




A Good Life



Melody looked at me then licked her lips and said, "OK John. I have really enjoyed talking to you also so let's do it."

I smiled and said, "Great. Do you need to go home first or can we just take my car and go from here?"

"OH, I'm not dressed to go now. I have to shower and change." She said.

I laughed then said, "Fine. If you want to clean up OK but remember where we are going. I bet half the people in there will have manure on their clothes and will go straight from the café to the barn or field again. You look fine to me but we can do it your way if you want."

Melody looked shocked then laughed. "John, when you're right, you are right. Let's go." She reached for my arm and away we went. I can't remember when I enjoyed a meal more.

I hardly got to eat though. Seems like everyone we both knew kept coming up to the table to check us out and talk. It was closing time (9 p.m.) before we left the café I managed to talk Melody into coming into my house for some wine when we got back. We were sitting together on the couch at 1 a.m. when Jessica got back from her date.

"Dad. Ms. Harris. I" then she blushed and looked at her date for the night and said, "We didn't think you'd still be up!"

When Jessica realized what she had implied she moaned, put her hand over her mouth and ran to her room. I looked at a very shocked young man and teacher then smiled. "Excuse me," I said. "I think I need to talk to Jess a minute. Why don't you both sit here while I clear this up?"

Jess was crying when I knocked then entered her room. She threw herself into my arms and said, "Oh, Daddy. I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to say that and I am so sorry I interrupted."

I kissed her and said it was OK then got her to come back out to the family room. When she saw Melody she blushed again and said, "I'm sorry Ms. Harris. I really didn't mean that like it sounded. I was just so surprised you were still here."

Melody said, "That's fine Jessica. I knew what you meant and what you said didn't bother me. I'm sorry we interfered with your time with Nathan."

Melody looked at me and said, "John I really must go. I don't know when I've had so nice a time."

I got up and walked her to her car. As she started to close the door I grabbed it and asked her "Melody. Can I call you? I mean could we do this again please?"

I felt my heart sing and I got a fluttery feeling in my stomach when she smiled and said, "Oh please. I'd like that so much."

Well, that is how it all started. Melody and I began dating and found we were soul mates as they say. I felt so much more in tune with her than I ever did with Susan. I wondered at times what I had ever seen in Susan-especially after she got so nasty during and after the divorce.

As the months progressed I found myself more and more under the spell that Melody cast. We enjoyed going to town for a nice meal and to many of the local and school functions. The world seemed brighter now. I found Melody to be an exciting and sensuous woman.

From thanksgiving on, I was with Melody every moment I could possibly spare from the farm or she could spare from her work. On Valentines Day we went out for a nice candle lit supper. When we returned to my home that night I finally found out how passionate Melody was. I had suspected she was a passionate woman for several months but until that night the most I had been able to get was her wonderful kisses and a few feels of her magnificent breasts from outside her clothes.

Both the children were on dates and I ushered Melody into my house. Her simple red silk dress was amazing. It clung to her like a second skin. The skirt was full and had a delightful swish as she walked. I could tell she wore no bra and I was unable to keep my eyes off her very prominent nipples. They almost poked holes in the low cut bodice of her dress. We sat on my couch and stared into the fireplace as we sipped our wine and talked.

We kissed. At first the kisses were gentle, and then they became more passionate. Melody moaned, then to my surprise pulled my hand under her skirt. As I worked my hand upward, she spread her legs to give me better access. I felt a familiar dampness, one I hadn't felt since well before Thanksgiving when I met Melody. Then I arrived at my destination.

I felt her smoothly shaven pussy, then I heard Melody moan. Her hips tilted upward and my finger slipped into its target. She was so wet. I had never felt a pussy this well lubricated. I kept kissing Melody as I rubbed her clit. Her hips were in continuous motion, and then she grabbed me and pulled my mouth tightly to hers as she went into a large orgasm. 

After her orgasm, Melody looked deeply into my eyes, sighed and laid her head back against my chest. I still remember her whisper. She whispered, "I love you John. There will always be a special place in my heart for Jason but I do love you so."

I was so shocked, and then I felt my chest swell. I bent to kiss Melody once again and I said, "I love you too Melody. I have been afraid to tell you for the last two months but I think I already love you more than I ever did Susan."

This was the first time Melody had spent the entire night in my home. It was also the first time we had sex. We were both embarrassed the next morning when we had to face my children. Looking back it is funny but it wasn't that morning.

I had gotten up early to make my morning coffee and was sitting on the patio when Melody came out to join me in a cup. She had been into my closet and was wearing one of my old sweatshirts. It hung about half way down her thighs and I rapidly found out that was all she was wearing. 

We were sitting on the swing cuddling as we enjoyed the rising sun, each other and the coffee. We were exchanging gentle, loving kisses and not thinking about anything else when we heard a gasp from behind us.

"Oh, I didn't know... UNHHH, I'm sorry." We heard in Jessica's voice. We then heard rapid steps and the door closing. 

I started to get up and Melody put her hand on my arm. She gave me a quick peck and said, "No John. This is my fault and I think I should handle this one for you if you don't mind." She was up and going into the house before I could frame a reply so I just stayed where I was hoping it would all come out OK in the end.

Melody was gone for about 30 minutes and I was starting to worry when she came back onto the patio with a fresh cup of coffee and still in my old shirt. Damn she was sexy! Close behind her came a bemused looking Jessica. She had a small smile on her face as she bent to give me a kiss on my cheek. "Good morning Daddy." She whispered.

Melody didn't leave until nearly 2 p.m. that day. She and Jessica would never tell me what they discussed that morning but I noticed they seemed more relaxed around each other from then on. They were more like friends with a little Mother Daughter interaction thrown in. Whatever, I was pleased. I was even more pleased when Jessica came up to me after Melody left and said, "I'm so happy for both of you Daddy." 

I think we knew we would marry from Valentine's Day on but I waited for my once again yearly Memorial Day cookout and party to officially ask Melody to be my wife. She had once again spent the night with me so she could help with the preparation. That morning before we had breakfast or began working on lunch we sat on my patio. I turned to Melody and said, "Mel you look like you belong here. I feel so complete sharing my patio and home with you. You look so happy and content when we sit here watching the sun come up over the creek and burn the fog off. I don't know what I would do without you in my life. Since you have come into my life I feel so complete again."

Melody looked at me funny, almost in anticipation, then she sort of 'sagged' when I didn't say any more. Finally she said, "John I feel content and complete when I am with you also. I love to be with you anywhere but especially I feel that way here in your home with you."

I thought I saw her eyes tear a little when I smiled and said, "Good. I am so glad you feel that way." I didn't say anything else but I felt a little like an asshole when I just got up, gave her a gentle kiss on the lips and said, "Well, shall we start the day?" 

That afternoon, just before the food was served I got all my friends together and asked Melody to come to me. I said, "You all know Melody by now and you all know how wonderful she is. I wanted to let you know that she is responsible for almost all of this wonderful meal. She is responsible for the sunshine we have and the happiness we share here today. This morning I told her she looked like she belonged here, that I felt complete with her here."

Melody told me she felt complete and content here with me. I think she was expecting me to say something else but I didn't. I felt Melody tense up as I pulled her closer to me with the arm I had around her waist. I turned to her and said, "Melody I think I hurt your feelings this morning but I wanted to verify your feelings for me and my life one more time before I asked you in front of all our friends to share the rest of our lives together. Melody, will you marry me?"

I was staring Melody in the eyes when I asked the question. I heard a murmur go through the crowd as I reached into my pocket and pulled the ring from it. I held it out toward Melody and was so happy when she raised her left hand to me. Her eyes were tearing as she said in a whisper, "YES, OH, Yes John. I have dreamed about you asking me to marry you ever since Valentine's Day."

Now I stood looking at my Daughter standing beside the church altar across from me. I was musing on the twists and turns we take in life and really not paying close attention to the goings on around me. I heard a murmur and the music started-Mendelssohn's Wedding March. I turned when I heard the guests stand and looked toward the rear of the church. A vision of loveliness was walking down the aisle on the arm of her father. It was my love, my life, my future wife Melody. You could say I now truly have a Melody in my heart once again. It was hard to believe it had only been nine months since she had driven into my yard and heart.

The years have passed by so rapidly now. Jessica finished college and got married. She and her husband took over the Farm store. A few years back Tim and Susan had to close their store due to lack of business. I bought the buildings from the bank and moved my store back into town. It was more than Sally could handle after Sean died. Alex is a Lieutenant in the Army and getting very serious about a senior officer's daughter.

I am sitting once again on my patio in the Indian summer with my favorite morning Beverage-my coffee. I hear giggles coming from the kitchen and turn to see my daughter carrying my new Grandson John through the door. She kneeled beside me and held my first grandchild out for me to see. I was gazing at the most perfect little face and hands when I felt a hand land on my shoulder and a face came into view. A gentle kiss was placed on my lips.

I feel a chill come over me as my mind once again flees down the path of so many years back to the memory I suppressed so long ago. For a fleeting moment I remembered Susan doing that very same thing. Melody looks at me in shock as I recoil a little then she relaxes when I reach up for her neck and pull her to me for a proper kiss. When we break apart she stands and looks at me with a question on her face.

"Honey. When you did that I remembered back to when Susan and I were first married. She used to lay her hand on my shoulder and lean over me for a kiss just like you did. I used to sit here and cry wondering if I would ever have someone to do that to me ever again in my life. I am so, so happy now that I can answer yes to that question. Yes I have someone to do that for me once again and it is so, so much better now."

When I finished I saw tears in Melody's eyes and then I heard Jessica crying quietly. I turned to her and she laid her hand on my knee and said, "Oh Daddy. I know mother hurt you so much but I am so happy for you now."

Life is truly good again. 



A Good Lift



It had been a good day, in fact a good week, so far - hard work, but successful. Everything leading towards the end of the month was almost complete and I'd just said my farewells to my colleagues. Our office was on the 10th floor of a 12-storey building in downtown Los Angeles, and I usually chose to walk down the stairs. For some reason, that day, I'd decided to take the lift. It was notoriously unreliable, breaking down more times in a week than my most stressed-out colleague. We even christened it 'the rape lift' although no-one had ever complained about being raped in it, at least not that we'd heard.

I worked as an account manager in a group of 5 women and 3 guys, all in their 30s, active. modern and quite attractive, in general. We had a good relationship and spent time at each others houses and also enjoyed social events together. None of them seemed to have paired off, because most already had partners, but a few rumours had circulated a few times about John and Caroline, the two most attractive of the group. They always smiled at each other in that special way that you usually only see between lovers, but both were married with kids, so....

Musing on my day, I pressed the lift call button and waited. I heard the lift start up from one of the floors above - even the floor-indicator lights didn't work successfully. But within about a minute, the lift did arrive at my floor and the doors slowly cranked open. I stepped in the quite small lift to find it occupied by just one young guy who I'd seen a few times in the building, especially during lunch in the restaurant. I remembered that he was always with a most attractive young girl who made my hormones boil. I've always been a little bit bisexual, and love the taste of a young female pussy once in a while. I smiled at him as the lift doors closed and the machine began its slow descent.

But only to the next floor. The doors opened again to reveal a large party of people standing there waiting to get in. The lift had an 8-person limit and it was soon full. But the nice thing was that I was pressed up against a few people, all of whom smelled good and they were chatting excitedly about a meeting they'd just had. I now couldn't see that young guy, but I could feel someone very close behind me, pressing against me. In fact, as the lift started moving again, very jerkily this time, I felt the person behind me move up very close. Could I feel a large lump pressing against my ass? Wow! yes I could. There was a guy with an erection pressing against me and it felt like a really big one too. I knew immediately that it was the guy from the floor above.

The lift started to grind its way slowly downwards and that erection seemed to get larger and larger as it pressed harder into my soft yielding buttocks. My pussy had already been wet at the thought of going home to my lover and now it began that tingle that tells me to beware - it wants some action. I even wriggled my ass a little, to try to get the erection to move between my ass cheeks, but a look from the woman just in front of me made me give up that idea quickly. For some reason, she was looking at the guy behind me with a rather sexy smile - maybe she'd enjoyed him some other time in the lift?

At the ground floor, all of the group got out of the lift, except the guy behind me and myself. And he didn't move away from me as the lift doors closed again and it started on down to the underground garage. In fact, his hands moved to rest on my hips and he pulled himself even harder against me. It felt like he had a steel rod pressed against my ass, and it was throbbing like a wild thing. Oh so sexy! I wasn't going to resist, at least not yet. I could feel my pussy juicing up nicely and my panties were getting a lot more damp.

The lift stopped at its lower limit and the doors opened. He stepped away from me into the doorway and grinned. 

"You know, Julia, there's no-one on our floor now. They've all gone home." 

I grinned back at him, glancing quickly down at the huge bulge sticking out of his trousers. 

"Yes, you did get me hard, as you felt. I've been thinking about you for several weeks now, hoping we might meet sometime," he continued, not moving out of the lift. "Shall we go back up to the 12th?" he asked sweetly.

Well now I did have a very simple choice. Say 'no' and go home and make love with my boyfriend, who would be more than ready for me after our sexy telephone calls all day. Or....enjoy this young stud for a while. I'm afraid that my pussy did the deciding for me. At just the moment when I needed to have a clear head and make a rational decision, there was a terrific pulse through my pussy - was I squeezing my legs together or something? And I almost had the most amazing cum! Somehow I managed to just moan a little as I bit my lower lip to keep myself from crying out with pleasure as the lovely feelings rushed through me. But too late - he'd noticed my eyes displaying their pleasure.

He stepped back in the lift and pressed the 12th floor button. And he cancelled all the other calls on the way up - I knew about that function of this otherwise archaic lift. It was a way to get up to the top 3 floors quickly. The doors rattled shut and he moved against me again, this time face to face. He had a hungry look in his eyes, one that turned my legs to jelly. 

"I really fancy you," he whispered as he brushed his lips across mine. 

So soft and warm, I wanted to grab them and kiss him deeply... His hands were on my hips again, such gentle hands, stroking along my sides and pulling me rhythmically against him. Yes, I could still feel that huge solid shaft between his legs, urgently pushing out towards me.

I put my arms round him and pulled him close, just so that I could feel his hardness burying deeper into my belly. Oooooooooooo it did feel good and my pussy was already saying how much she wanted to enjoy him, juicing even more with each passing moment. We passed my own office floor and I heard some banging on the door as we rattled past. I'd done that myself several times as it annoyed me when a lift went straight past. But that time I was quite glad it did! It would have embarrassed me a lot if any one of my colleagues had seen me in such a compromising position. They all knew my lover well, some of them more than just that as we'd enjoyed several 3somes with the girls. I just didn't want him to find out from them - I'd tell him later - maybe.

"My name's Brian," he murmured as the lift came to a stop on the 12th. "Do you want to go to my office?" 

"Uh no," I replied, pressing the emergency stop button of the lift. "Let's just stay here - it's rather erotic." 

He smiled and his hands slid above my waist taking my short soft top with them. The feel of his bare hands on my skin was electrifying - so warm and so gentle. He encountered my bra but with superb expertise, he slid it upwards and freed my breasts. I have deliciously firm breasts and my nipples were already hard and aching, even more so when he pushed me back against the side of the lift and started to massage them erotically. He cupped them and lifted them to enjoy their weight then squashed them against me, then circled them with his finger nails until I was almost crying with delight. As the fingers of both hands closed on my big nipples I knew he was going to make me cum - just as he started to squeeze them my body erupted into a raging orgasm, which almost threw me to the floor.

He stayed caressing my nipples gently as he felt my cum explode and rush through my body, his face, when I could focus on him again, was open in a broad and very satisfied grin. 

"Oh man," I managed to smile, "I guess I needed that!" 

"Yes Julia, I gather you did," he grinned. "How can I add to that?" 

I chuckled softly at him, "Maybe you can't, but I'm sure that you'd like to try." 

"Would you mind?" he asked gently. 

"Mind? If you stopped now I'd just claim you raped me," I grinned mischievously. 

"Maybe you would actually like it if I did?" he asked with an equally mischievous grin.

I didn't reply, but simply took his hands from my breasts and pressed the down button of the lift. He looked at me in surprise and then somewhat in shock. But as often with this damned lift, nothing happened. I pressed the clear button and re-pressed down, but still nothing happened. I noticed he was grinning even more broadly. 

"Looks like you'll have to run down the stairs now. Or perhaps, you would now like to let me taste your body even more completely?"

Now should I put up a fight here, or would it be best just to enjoy this obviously very skillful and experienced guy? 

I did not have to make that decision, because at that precise moment a soft female voice called out "Brian, is that you?" 

I just had time to push my bra and top down to cover myself up when his pretty girlfriend appeared in the doorway of the lift. She took one look at me and smiled. 

"Oh, I'm sorry, Ms. Jonson, I did not realise you were here. Is Brian keeping you amused? I know he fancies you. We often make love with him calling your name as he empties his big balls into my aching pussy. Don't you Brian?" 

She snarled at him a little, and when he sheepishly said "Yes, darling" I realised who was dominant in their partnership.

But he didn't move away from me - his body was still pressed against mine and his big prick was throbbing, if anything it had even grown a lot bigger. 

"Are you going to invite Ms. Jonson into your office? Seeing as tho you've brought her all the way up here!" she almost shouted. 

At that he stepped away from me and she held out her hand. It was perfectly manicured, as I imagined it would be, and her body was lithe and athletic as I already knew it was, having eyed her up many times.

I took her hand gently and she urged me with her eyes to follow as she started to walk down the corridor, not far, just two doorways. 

"Oh it's OK Ms. Jonson," she exclaimed, "No-one here but us - we often spend evenings here having fun." 

She threw open the office door on which I saw his name, Brian Wilson, Account manager. His office was standard, except for a very large table and some cushions thrown around the floor. The outlook across the city was superb as our office block was away from all the others in downtown and looked across a lovely park. The sun was just going down behind the sea in the far distance - a beautiful sight as always when the smog eased away.

He followed us into the room and sat on the edge of the table. His huge erection was tenting his trousers again and I looked at it hungrily. But I was now wondering whether I was going to be able to enjoy him at all, with her dominating the scene. However, I didn't need to worry. She pulled me with her as she moved right up to him and knelt down in front of him. 

"Go on," she urged, "You know you want to see it. Take it out. It's quite gorgeous." 

She was licking her lips in anticipation, and my pussy was now dribbling juices through my panties and onto my thighs.

I reached out and gingerly found the top of his zipper. 

"No underwear!" she cried, as I started to slowly pull his trouser zip downwards. 

However, I was not expecting the beauty of his massive erection as it literally shot through the opening. It was truly massive, long and thick, like a tree branch, and absolutely soaked with pre-cum. I wanted to grab it and possess it immediately. I still managed to pull the zipper down completely and both of us girls just sat back on our heels and watched as his huge tool just jerked back and forth in front of our eyes. It was truly magnificent, and he knew it.

I leaned towards him and she followed me, but it was her hand that went out first. She grabbed his prick firmly close to the base and pointed it towards my mouth. 

"Don't worry darling," she cooed, "this prick can spurt at least 5 times tonight. You'll have a chance to watch it, taste it and feel it wherever you like." 

She smiled at me and her eyes indicated that I should try and take him into my mouth. I love giving head, but this was bigger than I'd ever tried before. I nuzzled my lips against it and got the sweet taste of his pre-cum on my tongue. Oh yes, this was going to be good, I knew it.

I parted my lips, and opened my mouth as far as I thought it could go and then pushed my head down onto the head of his huge prick. He groaned with pleasure as it actually went into my mouth and I could run my tongue across the sensitive ridge. I was surprised that I could take it inside, and tried to grin. That was impossible with such a huge stick in my mouth, and then I moved it deeper. He hit the back of my throat before he was half way in. Oh man, I thought, I'm never going to be able get it all in. But I didn't need to try any further. I could feel her hand stroking the long part of the shaft that was not buried in my mouth. And I could also feel the tension building up in his body. He must be really close, I thought.

I did manage to push him in and out of my mouth a couple of times before he shouted something totally unintelligible. He suddenly jerked his body and his prick shot out of my mouth. With her hand holding him firmly, the throbbing shaft began to pulsate violently before sending out the first of a long series of spurts of his hot cum. That spurt hit the floor and then on my skirt, then she aimed it at herself and the second went almost entirely into her mouth. With a quick sign from her eyes, she asked me to take the head into my mouth quickly and the third spurt shot down my throat - so warm and delicious. Then she let go of his prick and let him direct it where he wanted as the next three spurts slowly decreased in strength. Most of the rest of his cum just fell to the floor as I had moved as did not want to travel on the metro with my clothes covered in a layer of drying cum. The small amount that got onto my skirt would sponge off easily.

She grinned at me. 

"That was great. You enjoy it too?" 

"Oh yes," I replied watching his prick as it didn't even deflate one little bit. 

She helped me to stand up and pushed him roughly aside, then pushed me backwards until I had no choice but to lie on my back on the table. She ordered him to put a pillow under my head, while she was already lifting my skirt and pulling down my soaking wet panties. I don't think I've ever been so wet. She murmured and moaned to herself as she eyed up my cleanly shaven pussy. 

"Can I taste you?" she asked softly. 

There was nothing I wanted more!

He stood beside the table and started to push up my top again, as he'd done in the lift so successfully. I watched her though as she pushed my legs apart and moved between them smoothly, running her nice hot tongue up the insides of one thigh, then the other. 

"I can see your pussy oozing juices. Babe, you're so horny!" she exclaimed. 

"Don't talk, just lick me," I begged her, desperate to feel her tongue lapping at my sensitive clit.

She put her arms on either side of my legs and almost lifted me up towards her mouth. I watched as her tongue came out, tensing myself for the pleasure I was about to feel. His hands were now squeezing my breasts after he'd pushed up my bra yet again. Then her tongue brushed across my clit. And I was in heaven. The orgasm feelings built up so rapidly and so far as her exquisite tongue played its tune across my horny clit. I was going to cum, cum quickly and cum very hard. And suddenly I was floating somewhere in space. His fingers had grabbed onto my hugely erect nipples and he squeezed them hard as her tongue completed its run up my clit. I exploded quite literally inside and she said later that I simply filled her mouth with a big spurt of cum juices. All I remember is wave after wave of extreme pleasure coursing through me and I was dimly aware of hands holding onto me.

When I'd calmed down and the room came back into focus again, the two of them were breathlessly watching me, holling tightly to various parts of me as I still writhed across the table. 

"Hey, darling," she cried, "Coming down at last? We had a difficult job holding you on the table!" 

They were both grinning broadly, obviously almost as excited by watching me cum as I was in actually having the orgasm. He bent down and kissed me deeply on the lips, his tongue giving mine a great exploration. Her fingers were gently playing around my pussy, which felt like it was now in need of his big hard prick.

I didn't need to tell him, he knew, and so did she. She moved aside and invited him between my legs, which I was holding so wide apart it felt like my pussy was a mile wide. And maybe it needed to be! I looked over my pussy and watched as he moved gently between my legs, his enormous tool sticking up proudly way beyond his waist. It was a true monster, and much bigger than anything else that I'd ever had inside me, even sex toys. He put his arms on my thighs and pushed them even further apart. 

"I love to see a wide open and horny pussy eager for a treat," he murmured as he took that great shaft in his hand and directed it towards my now aching pussy.

Work in progress...



A Good Little Boy for Jeanette



This story contains aspects of Female Domination and male humiliation. If you're not one of those (grown up) boys who would like to have their little bottoms bared, spanked, and penetrated, I advise you NOT to read it. 

In accordance with Literotica rules, all characters are aged 18 or over. 

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Timmy Lovell had muscular dystrophy, a mild form thereof, but it had taken hold over the years to the point that his foster mother Jeannette was now obliged to help him out with even the simplest of tasks. "Obliged" was the word she frequently made use of in front of Timmy, making sure he fully appreciated the hard labor his illness made her go through. 

In truth, ever since his 18th birthday it seemed that she had been taking an inappropriate amount of pleasure from this burden which God had bestowed upon her. Not to mention the elaborate expansion of her duties, most of which obviously were no more dignified than a perverted thrill. 

He was a very handsome boy, having inherited the beauty of his long-lost mother, with delicate, almost boyishly feminine features, complemented by a deep hazelnut warmth protruding from his eyes and the fine locks atop his head. 

Jeannette herself was an attractive middle-aged woman, slim but with feminine curves. Her features were beautiful, but her face, framed by wavy chestnut hair, carried a majestic look that spoke of domination and a no-nonsense manner. Her piercing blue eyes and full red lips added the hint of sex appeal, even with several decades behind her. Her body was likewise in good shape, large, full, round breasts, topped with large nipples, a bright pink in shade. Elsewhere was also sensual curves; belly, hips, buttocks, and mons leading down to her sex.

Jeannette had always been kind to her charge, in her own way. Although stern and unbending in regards to her many principles, she had a heart as large as her bosom, and those deserving of it were never in dire need of care in her presence. She was a tall and well-built woman, and Timmy, being ill and quite small for his age, always felt powerless and insignificant when she hovered over him, the great twin globes of her chest symbolizing her maternal authority over him. 

He loved her; that she knew. She couldn't mistake the look of utter devotion and supplication in his eyes - even when sheltered in a grimace of scarlet coyness and embarrassment. No matter what her wicked mind decided to do with his body, his protests were never more than a timid whimper. Not that he was in a position to resist her anyway, as she would simply drag him across her firm lap and punish him until he was sobbing and his poor bottom, as well as the sensitive plump marbles beneath, were glowing bright red. 

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It was a regular Tuesday morning and Timmy awoke to the sound of Jeanette readying things in the bathroom while humming to herself. He felt a shiver travelling down through his spine at the thought of the morning proceedings he would have to endure, which were now becoming routine, and yet his penis was rapidly engorging, pressing firmly against the soft fabric of the cloth nappy she made him wear at night. 

He pretended to be asleep as Jeanette entered the room, dressed in a soft cashmere sweater and attractive patterned skirt, and crouched down beside his bed. 

"Good morning sweetie. Did you sleep well?" She whispered while running her fingers soothingly through his hair. 

"Yes mommy," he answered sleepily. She insisted that he call her mommy, even though it made him feel rather silly. 

Jeanette slid her hand underneath the covers and trailed her digits across the soft flesh of his stomach, cupping his bulging testicles on the outside of his nappy. She had not allowed the boy to ejaculate for over ten days now. 

"Did my little boy stay dry all night?" She asked smiling warmly down at him. 

"Yes mommy," he mumbled with a blush. 

"Be a polite boy and ask mommy to check your nappy." She reprimanded him while tightening her grip on his delicate marbles. 

Timmy closed his eyes at the slight pain, gasping,

"Please mommy." 

She let go and softly padded his bulge. "Good boy," She cooed while bending down and kissing him tenderly on the lips. 

She drew back the covers and positioned herself on the bed between his smooth slender legs. Slowly, almost methodically, she started to unpin the large safety pins on either side of the nappy.

Timmy knew what was expected of him. He drew back his knees as far as he could, and laid out his arms flat above his head. He closed his eyes and gasped slightly as the cool air of the room came into contact with his most private parts. 

Jeanette felt almost dizzy with excitement at the sight before her. 

Every crevice and surface was completely deprived of hair, a condition she put great pride into maintaining every evening. His pecker was plump and beautiful, laying pulsating on the flat of his stomach with a single pearl of pre-cum dropping from the shiny pink glans. It looked enormous next to his slender frame. 

Underneath it hung the full twin globes of his testes, tightly mashed together by the leather testicle cuffs she made him wear on a regular basis. It caused him no harm, and Jeanette had come to love the aesthetics of it, as well as the sense of ownership it signified. 

She took hold of his tight sack and gently swung it onto the shaft of his penis, giving her a better view of the perky round anatomy below. 

Taking both his slender ankles into the palm of her left hand, she bend him backwards, raising his bottom from the bed. 

"What an adorable little bottom," she said while tracing a long finger down the cleft of his cheeks, stopping at the pink butt-plug protruding from between his nicely spread buttocks. It had been inserted on the pretense that she didn't want any enema leaks during the night - a bit redundant considering the cloth nappy. 

Sliding her finger into the ring at the end of it, she looked into his innocent face, eyes closed, mouth agape, and then proceeded to slowly withdraw the plug. The whimpers of the boy fluctuated in accordance with the pink plastic curves, as well as the bouncing motion of his erect member. 

Finally it popped out with an audible cork sound, making the boy blush even further. 

The teenager felt the cool air of the room passing through his gaping sphincter, and he could hear the low moans of lust coming from the woman hovering over him, as she exposed him with no consideration of his modesty. 

The pink, glistening ring gradually retracted before her eyes, until it was once again a tiny rosebud of flesh. It was all she could muster not to start playing with his young body right there and then, but there was work to be done. 

She got up from the bed and helped him to his feet. Standing unsteadily before her, blushing, eyes at level with her bosom, she drew him in for a big hug, pressing the boys face firmly against her cleavage while her hands roamed freely across his naked back and cheeks, cooing in a soft tone,

"Such a sweet boy you are." 

Timmy was then led by hand towards the large bright bathroom at the end of the hall, where a steaming brass tub awaited him. His dangly bits bounced rhythmically before him as they walked, the inflated genitals almost a burden to his feeble legs. 

As they entered, Timmy's nostrils filled with the scent of ivory soap and talcum powder, and like every other morning, he was struck with a feeling of utmost ambivalence. 

She made him stand by the tub while she nonchalantly removed his testicle cuffs in one smooth motion, before helping him down into the warm soapy water, the foam reaching just above his shoulders. 

He savored the feeling as his young body was enveloped into the temperate chasm, and during the next few minutes in which she let him soak quietly, Timmy forgot the shame of being reduced to a mere child in the hands of this goddess whom he called mommy. 

Jeanette would start off by washing his hair, spending a considerable amount of time lathering up his scalp with her long slender fingers, playing havoc with his feelings. When his hair had been rinsed a second time, Timmy was made to stand up in the tub, and the deep red hue would once again return to his cheeks. 

Jeanette told him to grasp the safety rails above his head, and as he obeyed her command, she would proceed to fasten his wrists to the rails using a pair of rubber encased handcuffs, explaining to him that it would serve as an extra support should he become weary. 

He was now completely at her mercy, and Timmy felt utterly helpless and exposed as Jeanette smiled down at him in a benign superior fashion. 

By this time, his penis had once again become flaccid, but as she began lathering up his smooth chest, he felt his delinquent member rise to the occasion.

She worked over his arms, back and stomach before skipping down along his slender calves and up the inside of his thighs, occasionally scraping the sensitive flesh with her long manicured nails. 

When she reached his mid-region, she pretended to only then notice the violent erection standing proudly a few inches from her face, and she would shake her head in disbelief while saying something in the lines of, "Little boys never seem to be able to control themselves." 

Resting her left hand on his buttock for stabilization, she gently touched her index finger to the receptive slit of his helmet, making the boy's knees buckle slightly in response. 

Timmy moaned softly as Jeanette moved her foamy palm over the corona, sliding back his foreskin. 

"No fuss now Timmy," She scolded him with a sharp slap on his behind. Jeanette felt her panties soak in the moisture of her inner folds. The complete control she was exerting over the young boy had her mind racing deliriously. 

Taking a firm grip at the base of his rigid rod, she brought her other hand around and cupped his bulging jewels. She began sensually soaping up his shaft, while the fingers of her left hand casually played around with his delicate stones, now and then encircling the base of his sack, squeezing together the smooth teenage plums within. 

With her thumb she began rubbing the underside of his glans in a small circular motion. A moan of dreamlike ecstasy escaped the boy's lips as he threw his head backwards. 

Jeanette let go of the boy and firmly patted his scrotum, making Timmy raise to his tiptoes. 

"My, my, looks like you are enjoying yourself a bit too much Timmy," She said while moving around him, the nails of her right hand scoring across his ribs. 

"Please mommy," the boy whimpered, begging for release. 

Jeanette lowered her head next to his ear, whispering, "Don't worry, mommy still needs to clean this cute little bottom of yours."

She punctuated her words by clutching one of his soft globes in each hand, digging in her long nails. 

Soaping up her hands generously, she commenced to deeply fondle every crack and cranny of his boyishly perky behind, while constantly whispering into his ear, purring to him how adorable she found his little tush to be. 

Her fingers delved shamelessly into the deep crease of his bottom, locating his tiny spasming orifice. 

Timmy closed his eyes tightly, as he felt the prying lioness behind him line up a long soapy finger. 

"Now, be a good boy for me Timmy... I want you to try and relax your little hiney - ooops there we go!" Jeannette cooed triumphantly as her index finger slipped up into him with little resistance. 

An asphyxiated gasp escaped Timmy's lips as she buried her finger to the knuckle, making the boy jump onto his toes. 

Her finger worked his tight pliant channel a couple of times, and then, locating the sensitive flesh of his prostate, she quickly withdrew her finger before adding a second digit, stretching his anus skillfully. 

She reached around him with her other hand, and once again took up the wicked teasing of his solid meat scepter. With supreme dexterity, Jeanette began rotating her embedded fingers, while simultaneously flicking her fingertips across the pliant flesh of his prostate in a zigzag motion.

"Uhhhaahhhhh ohhhhh!" Timmy moaned besides himself from the adept and unrelenting stimulation of his young body. He flung his head backwards in rapture and soon felt the warm voluptuous lips of Jeanette upon his own. 

Her fingers were now moving with slow deep thrusts, firmly jabbing at his core, and while her tongue invaded his mouth, the palm of her left hand tightened resolutely around the full heavy plums of his testicles. 

She suddenly felt his prostate begin to harden, and in one swift motion her invading touch slipped from his body. 

"Clean as a whistle!" She ascertained with a sharp slap across his buttocks and then began unfastening the poor desperate boy from the safety rails above. 

What followed was all routine. She would sit on the toilet lid with Timmy standing between her thighs, hands on his head. Then she would gently pat him dry with a big fluffy towel, paying special attention to his engorged genitals and the deep crease of his bottom cheeks. 

This was followed up by three full enemas, or how many was required before the water ran sparkling clear from the boy's rump. He received them all on his back, knees drawn back, on top of a bath towel that Jeanette placed in the middle of the vast porcelain floor. 

After this, he was quickly sprayed down with cold water in the shower booth, looking like a sad wet puppy when she pulled him out and dried him down once again. A liberal coating of moisturizing cream was then applied onto his smooth teenage body, before she led him stark naked by the waist, down the stairs and into the cozy warmth of the living room, where the fireplace had been lit in advance. 

She told him to warm up his little tush for her, and placing his palms upon his knees he stuck out his pale bottom towards the fire, feeling rather foolish in doing so. 

Jeanette stifled a giggle and lovingly ruffled his hair. 

"Good boy." 

She left the room, and Timmy knew all too well what was to happen next. This was her price, she had told him, for taking care of him. His little bottom was hers to do with as she pleased. To spank, fondle, and penetrate. 

He was mortified by what was to come, and yet the thought made his rock hard member jump in anticipation. 

After a few minutes, the goddess of his dreams came back, striding leisurely into the room with a huge pink strap-on protruding from her pelvis. Jeannette had removed her skirt and panties, but the phallus and harness around her hips kept her sex hidden from Timmy's gaze. In fact, whilst every inch of Timmy's most private places were regularly opened up to his foster mother's gaze, he was yet to see her undressed.

He had once wandered past her bedroom door, which had been ajar, and stopped in awe at the sight of her dressed only in a blouse and panties, facing away and bending at the waist to pick something up off the floor. The sight of the thin cotton material of her underwear clinging to the full, plump curve of her womanhood had caused him to gasp, his young body springing to attention. At that Jeannette had spun around, standing tall and glaring down at him. Moments later Timmy had been lying on his back on his bed, arms and legs tied to the headboard, genitals and bottom bared and exposed, howling in pain as Jeannette's palm came down on his sensitive flesh over and over again. Since that day though the image had haunted his dreams, he had never again caught even the merest glimpse of his foster mother undressed.

Now she stood before him, hands on hips, the soft wool of her cashmere sweater accentuating her large, firm bosom, her shapely legs bare, leading his gaze up to the large dildo that pointed proudly at him. Timmy felt his buttocks tighten protectively at the sight of the menacing plastic phallus. 

Without being told, he kneeled on the soft fur beneath him, head down, and arched his back as much as he could, looking back at her with a nervous expression on his face. 

"Such a good boy." Jeanette purred while gracefully falling to her knees behind him. 

She reached between the boy's thighs and drew back the heavy marbles of his scrotum and then, as was expected, she placed the testicle cuffs back on him, savoring the sight of his tight dangling sack. 

"Squeeze your legs together now." She ordered him, and as he did so, she let go of his precious jewels, letting them slap against the back of his thighs. 

She drew a deep breath. She could almost hear the exhilarated beat of her young charges heart. 

Raising her hand slowly, she suddenly brought it down hard on the elevated twin hillocks of his bottom, causing the boy to yelp out in pain. 

"Awwww! Please mommy!" he whimpered. 

"I think we better make sure you understand your place Timmy. I won't tolerate any fuss when I pop this thing up into your little hiney - understood?" 

"Yes mommy..." 

And so Jeanette began her chastisement of his backside, raining down slaps upon his perky rump. 

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

She alternated between the two globes, a faint blush extending across the smooth surface. 

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" 

His bottom cheeks had begun to turn a lovely pink shade. Jeanette observed the pendulum of his scrotal sack with a sly grin, and then awarded them a sharp slap, making the delicate eggs bounce off the back of his thighs. 

"Awww, please mommy, I'll be good!" the boy begged her with pleading eyes. 

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!" 

"Auuuu! Awww! Please!" 

"Smack! Smack! SMACK!" 

Another blow landed directly on his swollen balls, making the boy exhale in defeat. She swung from underneath at his pale thighs. 

"Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!"

The boy had gone quiet as she stoically resumed executing his sentence, her fiery hand descending between long, uneven intervals of silence. 

"SMACK!....... SMACK!....... SMACK! SMACK!"

Jeanette held her stinging hand midair. As she listened to the quite sobs of the boy, she took pity on him and ceased the preemptive punishment. 

"Shhhhhhhh. It's okay sweetie," she cooed while soothing her hands over his bright pink flesh. 

"Now, be a good little boy and tell me; who does this adorable little bottom belong to?"

She scored her nails across his sore buttocks in a possessive manner. 

"You, mommy," the boy whimpered. 

"Good boy." 

She grabbed the lubricant can next to her, and proceeded to pour generous amounts of clear thick liquid down the crease of his bottom, letting it dribble down on to the swollen plums beneath. Timmy gasped as the cool substance trickled down his burning flesh. 

Likewise she thoroughly coated the big pink strap-on, making sure he would be able to take the entire length. 

Spreading his cheeks with one hand, she started to work in the lubricant around his sphincter, watching with fascination as the tiny pink star puckered up at her touch. 

"Uhhhhhhh please," the boy gasped as Jeanette popped first one, then two long fingers up inside him, overcoming his sphincter's resistance with little effort required. 

Fully embedded, she twisted her digits around a couple of times before retracting abruptly. 

Quickly she pressed the tip of the can against his anus and began squeezing its cool content directly inside the young boy's bowels. 




A Good Little Boy for Jeanette



"Uhhhhhhh, Ahhhh." The boy gasped helplessly at the invasion as Jeanette emptied the entire lubricant can deep inside of him. 

Throwing the can to one side, she positioned the dildo along the crease of his bottom, moving the bulbous head up and down between his firm young buttocks. 

She leant over him and kissed his cheek while sliding her hand underneath him, patting the underside of his rigid erection. 

"My, my, judging by your little friend here, I'd say you love being my little play-toy," She whispered teasingly into his ear before getting back into position. 

Lining up the dildo with his quivering rosebud she pressed forward, watching closely as the little pink opening began to give away to the thick intrusion.

"Uhhhhhhhh... please.... Ohhhh..." Timmy moaned, beside himself, as his tight orifice began stretching around the strap-on. 

Using the palms of her hands to spread his cheeks wide apart, Jeanette lightly dug her nails into the warm soft mounds of his backside and pressed forward. 

The tiny glistering hole began opening up more, almost nearing the edge of the strap-on helmet. 

"Ohhhhhh... uhhhhhhh.... please... mommy..." 

Keeping up a steady pressure, the rosy ring of muscle suddenly gave up, and with a rush of ecstasy, Jeanette watched the head pop up inside his velvety warm rectum. 

"Ohhhhhh... uhhhh..." Timmy cried out in defeat, as he felt this massive intrusion settle within his very core. 

Jeanette could not deny the delicious thrill she experienced, as she quickly followed up the phallus tip with a couple of thick greasy inches, feeding his poor little fanny unrelentingly. 

"Ohhhhhhh ohhhhhhhh ahhhhhhhh!"

Timmy could do nothing but accept whatever length and size Jeanette advanced on him. He felt his penis throb violently against his stomach, leaving thick droplets of pre-cum around his naval.

Jeanette pushed down on him firmly, easing inch after inch inside his little bottom until the entire length was buried to the hilt in his bowels. 

She was quite pleased that she had been able to fit the whole tool inside his slender frame. 

"That's it, such a good little boy you are for mommy, and how perfect your sweet little hole looks wrapped around mommy's toy," Jeannette purred.

She spread his cheeks even more widely apart with both hands, crudely exposing the sight of his young bottom and the pink shaft penetrating its tight opening, and then began fucking him with slow rhythmic thrusts of her pelvis.

"Ohhhh uhhhhh." Timmy's limbs went into small fits of spasms at the acute stimulation of his young body. 

Gradually she began increasing the length of her thrusts, until she was working the entire dildo through his slippery anus, piling down on him with long, full plunges. 

The sight of his pink rosebud wrapped tightly around the girth of her shaft had her going mad with lust.

"Uhhhhh ohhhhh.... Ahhhhh!" 

"Such a good little boy you are." Jeanette kept murmuring as she lovingly violated his round taut bottom. 

She withdrew right until the head of the strap-on, before plummeting back in with a steady push, pressing her pelvis firmly against his sore behind. 

Back and forth. Again and again the glistering phallus slid along his pliant velvety canal. With each thrust the base of the dildo pressed to Jeannette's clitoris, the sensitive organ stiff and aching. 

She angled her hips, altering the thrust to make the most of his delicious rectum, rocking her body to heighten her pleasure. Beneath the boy, his own swollen cock swung to and from with her thrusts. Harder, and deeper Jeannette used him, her hands now on his slender hips.

A few more thrusts later and she felt that familiar feeling building between her legs, and beginning to spread out through her body. Jeannette threw her head back, and pushed hard forward, deeply in to her foster son's submissive body. 

She groaned in pure ecstasy, her clit throbbing, body clenching as she continued to ride the young boy, until her orgasm began to subside.

Jeanette continued though to stroke the dildo slowly in and out of Timmy's sweet little opening. Now her moans had ceased, she could hear the boy began breathing more rapidly. 

Tracing her index finger down the rim of his dilated anus, she incased his cuffed testes in a firm possessive clutch. 

"Is my little boy about to cum without permission?" She asked, pulling gently on his bulging sack of manhood. 

The boy timidly nodded his head. 

"Well, that won't do at all!" 

Placing both hands upon the small of his back she raised herself up in one smooth motion.

"PLOP!" it said, as the dildo left his slippery insides. 

The boy was left with an odd sense of emptiness as his anus stood gaping up towards her gaze. She stood silently for a few seconds, admiring the subservient exquisiteness before her. 

Removing the phallus she raised the boy and cradled him in her arms. 

"Such a good boy you were," she purred while looking deep into his eyes. She could feel his arousal pulsating against her thigh. 

"I might let you cum this evening" she continued, gently placing a kiss on his forehead "After I've properly finished with that saucy little rump of yours." 

"Thank you mommy," Timmy answered with sincere gratitude. 

She led Timmy back up to his room for the usual midday-nap. The boy stood blushing and exhausted with a raging erection, while Jeanette laid out a fluffy towel on the bed. 

She grabbed the teenager by his narrow waist, and gently pushed him down onto the towel on his back. 

"You know how mommy likes you..." His foster mother commanded. 

A small sigh escaped Timmy's lips and although weary, the boy promptly drew back his legs and hugged them to his chest. 

"God he is cute!" she thought. This was how she liked to see a young boy. All his charms accessible and exposed to her every whim. 

His anus a deeper shade of pink than normal, and still slightly open.

She picked up the talcum can from the nightstand and began sprinkling it all over his genitals and the elevated crease of his bottom. She carefully worked in the powder along his rigid pulsing flesh. 

"We don't want your little willy to get a rash now do we?" She whispered softly. 

Despite the acute embarrassment he felt, the boy couldn't help himself eying her voluptuous bust from between his widely spread thighs. 

She lifted his ample marbles and rubbed her coated fingers all over his sensitive perineum. 

"Uhhhhhhh..." The boy gasped as she handled him expertly. Teasing his naive sexual feelings to fever pitch. 

With a long stroking motion, she traced her hand from his scrotum down in-between his bum, repeating this action over and over while his member throbbed vigorously in response. Then she proceeded to simply pad down the entire area with the flat of her hand, reveling in the feel of his flesh under her palm.

"Doesn't that feel much better?" She cooed while working a few traces of talcum around his spasming anus. 

She stepped towards the nightstand again, and this time picked up a tube of cool cream. She squeezed a good mount onto the tips of her fingers, and then insinuated them into the appealing aperture of the boy's buttonhole rectum. 

"Ohhhhhhh!" the boy moaned as the cool cream was cautiously smeared around his inflamed opening. 

"My, my... such a good little boy you are... laying so calmly while I take care of your fanny-hole... And your little willy is all hard and firm.... such a smooth slim body." 

In this way she kept cooing softly while fondling his most private parts. 

Finally she let go of him, and picked up a pair of white cotton panties with a little heart on the back of them. 

The boy blushed furiously as he saw her holding up the garment. The very first day Timmy had been sent to live with Jeannette she had thrown away all his boy's underwear, explaining simply that little boys wore either diapers or panties, if they were permitted to wear anything at all. 

Without further ado, she slipped his feet through the openings of the panties and began sliding them up his slender legs. 

Jeanette smiled reassuringly into his face, as she pulled the panties up tight around Timmy's bottom, the thin material doing very little to contain his throbbing member. 

She slapped the boy playfully on his panty-clad behind and told him to scoot up the bed. As he did so, Jeanette took hold of his wrists and cuffed him to the headboard with a pair of fluffy handcuffs. 

"This will keep you from the temptation of self-abuse," She lectured him and drew up the covers, a small tent forming above his mid region. She gave his glowing cheek a small kiss. 

"Try and keep some sleep Timmy. It's going to be a long day. Later today my good friend Dr. Underwood is coming over to give you a full medical check-up."

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Timmy awoke some time later to the sight of his foster mother standing over him, beside his bed. She had changed, and was now wearing only a thin silk nightie, that stopped just short of covering her bottom. From beneath the pure white silk protruded the pink shaft of the strap-on. She smiled down at him tenderly, whilst pulling back the sheet, exposing his body.

"Did you have a nice nap Timmy?" she purred softly, "Mommy tried to have a nap too, but I just couldn't stop tossing and turning with thoughts about what a good boy you were earlier." 

Timmy was speechless, unable to respond. Never before had he seen her sensual figure dressed so skimpily. Though he still was denied the sight of her naked glory, he could clearly see the curves of her body, the silk draping her breasts, stiff nipples clearly visible beneath the thin fabric.

He swallowed, his mouth suddenly dry, allowing himself to simply be moved as Jeannette leaned down, lifted his hips, and slid the cotton panties over his hips and down his slender legs.

He blushed and she giggled as his erection sprung free.

"Oh my, someone is happy to see mommy aren't they. Poor baby's scrotum must be so full and heavy." Jeannette said, smiling down at him. 

From beside the bed she produced a matching pair of handcuffs to the ones that tied his wrists to the headboard of his bed. 

"Lift your legs." she commanded, and Timmy was compelled to obey. Jeannette helped him lift his legs towards his chest, then, she leant forwards spreading them apart and pushing them further back, until his ankles were beside his wrists. 

She quickly snapped on the furry handcuffs, leaving him helpless, bent double, the sensitive soft, hairless skin of his genitals and bottom utterly exposed. 

Timmy let out a moan of embarrassment, which Jeannette shushed with a finger to his lips.

"Mommy is going to use you nice and deep sweetheart. And she wants to enjoy the view as your perfect little hole surrenders to her. And if you are a very, very good boy, and please mommy, then she's going to stroke your little willy. Would you like that Timmy, if mommy strokes your wee-wee as her nice thick toy slides in and out of you?"

Tommy groaned, looking down between his widely splayed thighs at the monstrous phallus. 

With a sly smile down at him, Jeannette returned to the drawer beside the bed, removing a tube of lubricant gel, and smearing it liberally along the entire length of her strap-on. 

Then, kneeling on the bed, she began slowly tracing two fingers around the rim of his anus. As she knew he would, Timmy moaned softly and closed his eyes; he had the most sensitive little anus she'd ever encountered in all her years of fostering dozens of young boys and girls. 

Then, with expert care, she slipped first one curved finger inside him, quickly followed by another. 

As she slid them in and out of him, liberally coating the walls of his rectum in the lubricant, she twisted them, causing the boy to moan again, and his pretty cock to begin to throb visibly.

Jeannette pressed the tip of a third finger against his entrance, and with only the slightest resistance it slid through his sphincter to join the other two. 

She began beckoning her digits in a 'come hither' motion, caressing his swollen prostate, resulting in more moans from Timmy as he arched his hips, squeezing her fingers tightly.

Without warning she slipped her fingers out of his young backside. His anus, no longer puckered up tight, was now an inviting opening, glistening with lubrication. Jeannette moved forward, until the head of her dildo rested against his hole, cupping his buttocks and pulling him closer to her.

"Now Timmy, as I said, I want you to please mommy and take her toy like a good boy. I'm sure you'll agree, that since I dedicate my life to caring for you, that's not so much for a mommy to ask is it?" 

She smiled sweetly at him. "Now, you are strictly forbidden to cum without my say-so, and certainly not before I'm done with you, is that clear? If you get close, tell mommy, and she can help. If you do cum without being told to, I shall spank you so hard and so thoroughly between your legs you won't be able to sit still for a month, is that clear?"

Despite the threat of punishment, if anything Timmy's member seemed to grow thicker as he mumbled a response.

"Yes mommy."

This time, there was no slow build up. With one firm thrust, Jeannette drove the pink cock deep inside of Timmy. His well lubed and relaxed anus gave way around the hard phallus, and his soft rectum opened up easily as she drove in to him to the hilt. 

Only when her belly pressed against him, and every last inch of the strap-on was buried in him did she stop, but without pause, moved her hips back, sliding almost entirely out of him until only the bulbous head was left inside, pressing on his anus from within, before mercilessly pressing back in to him. 

Timmy's head was thrown back in a guttural shout, his face a mask of overwhelming sensations as his young body was plundered. 

After just a handful of strokes, Jeannette build up a steady rhythm, and already she could feel that familiar aching between her legs. 

Her folds were swollen and wet with desire, her clit stiff and pressing out from its hood, being massaged by the base of the dildo with every movement. She fully intended to serve him a reminder of his place and of hers; that he would never forget. 

In only minutes felt the first orgasm ripple through her body, but she continued to pound his pink opening, the hole now stretched and gaping around her shaft. She knew the second climax would soon follow, but that he too may be close. Without warning, she raised her hand, and brought it down squarely upon the boy's cock.

SMACK! Upon the sensitive, turgid flesh. Timmy cried out at the sudden shock, then again as she encased her hand around his swollen scrotum, and gave a sharp tug. She pulled his swollen pearls down and away from his body, his moans mingling with her groans of pleasure. She squeezed tighter on his most sensitive part, as she felt her second orgasm build. 

"Yes!" she hissed, arching her back as her second orgasm overwhelmed her. Even through her climax, Jeannette sensed Timmy's stimulation and squeezed tighter on his scrotum, pinching one of the full testicles between thumb and finger and massaging it firmly. Timmy cried out, and his moment passed.

Panting now, as Jeannette recovered from her second cum, she slowed her pace, but kept up a steady rhythm. Releasing his tortured scrotum, she surveyed the scene. 

Whilst once tightly puckered and a light pink, the glistening shaft of her strap-on was now gliding in and out of a gaping, red anus. His scrotum was full, heavy, straining against the cuffs that held them. His erection throbbed, and a thick pool of pre-cum was oozing out on to his belly. 

She buried the shaft to her pelvis, and then once again withdrew in one slick motion. 

"Uhhhhhh ohhhh!" the boy whimpered. 

Jeanette looked into his blushing face knowingly, making sure he followed her gaze as she lowered it to his gaping anus. Timmy could almost feel her scrutinizing gaze piercing his insides. 

"Such a beautiful little boy you are."

Suddenly the sound of the doorbell rippled through the old house, and the scarlet blush seemed instantly drained from Timmy's face. 

Jeanette gave him a sharp slap on his rudely displayed fanny. 

"That would be Dr. Underwood if I'm not mistaken. She will be very pleased to see that my little boy is all ready for his examination!" 

To be continued...



A Good Little Housewife



The yellow curtain valance above the sink featured a maraschino print that suggested a cheerfulness that Hanna didn't feel. She had selected the window treatment herself, many years ago when Sam and her had first moved into the neighborhood, before kids, before restrictive budgets, and before Hannah could have ever imagined that life with Sam could be anything but perfect.

Now the days dragged on, one gray harsh day after another, cleaning up messes, meting out punishment and reward, cooking and dusting and generally being taken for granted. Currently, the children where playing some made up tackling game in the front yard while Hanna stood elbows deep in soapy water, rewashing the same dishes that never seem to stay clean. She could see them out the window which was hung with the cherry print valance that was now at least 14 years old. Their exuberant voices carried through the thin pain of glass as crunchy orange leaves fell all around them.

Sam was in the garage, working on one of his latest projects. Hanna didn't even know what that might be. She had long ago realized that the garage was his retreat, that he went there to be left alone. Even the children knew that when he was in there he was not to be disturbed. Hannah herself had no such consideration. She could be interrupted at any time for the littlest thing. She couldn't remember a time when she had taken a bath- or even a shower without a knock on the door and a problem that could only be handled by Mommy. 

Even now, with her hands wet and soapy, in the midst of her endless daily chores, she knew she was not safe from interruption. Sure, the children seemed busy and happy, but a fight could break out, or one of the kids might decide that a snack was in order, and come tracking leaves and mud in and demanding to be fed. Then she would have to dry her hands and switch gears in order to prevent said child from trying to do it themselves (if it was Anne) and making a bigger mess for her to clean, or sitting at the table and whining (if it was Shelby or Bert) until she felt like she was going crazy.

Lately, Hanna had just started feeling so tired and worn, as dry and aged as the window curtains. She stands in faded jeans, swishing a dishcloth over a chipped plate in lukewarm water. The stack of plates and cups curved menacingly toward her threatening to collapse, to tumble down upon her and buried alive. She wondered how that would be any different from the way she currently felt, buried alive by her housework and family responsibilities.

She pushed her ash blonde hair behind an ear with her elbow, and thought about Lazarus, friend of Jesus, dead and buried and raised up again. "I need a resurrection," Hannah thought, not without some bitterness. She still went to Church two times a week, less because of any strength of faith than because it was the most peace and quiet she was ever afforded at one time. 

She was lucky enough not to have a fire and brimstone pastor, but a soft-spoken young minister who was, if she let herself admit it about a married man of God, quite easy on the eyes. His lean body, disarmingly distinguished in dark suits and bold colorful ties, probably picked out by his wife to bring out the clear blue of his eyes. Hannah had always had a weakness for men with dark hair and blue eyes, perhaps it was the unexpectedness of the combination that made her feel week in the knees. 

Hannah tried to be good, to do the things she was supposed to, to fulfill her duties with a cheerful heart, to keep her thoughts pure. But life had worn her down, and sometimes her own private thoughts were the only joy she could find in life. She felt guilty, sitting in a pew with the hymnal in her hands, and her own husband standing next to her, wondering what the good reverend's lips might feel like on her neck, what his hand would feel like on the small of her back. 

She remembered with mortification how her face had been so flushed with the culpability of her sinful thoughts after one particular stirring service. Pastor Hopewell had spoken so enthusiastically on his topic, that Hannah had mentally transferred some of that passion onto herself, to the point that she was embarrassingly damp between her legs for the time and the place. As they were leaving the building, they exited though the line of farewell handshaking of the church elders. 

When they reached the pastor, he had looked upon her, red faced and glowing with a delicate film of perspiration, and proclaimed joyously to her and her husband that she 'must have really been filled with the holy spirit.' And that he could see that the sermon had 'moved her.' She felt her color darken still more, and tried to nod and agree. She prayed that her husband didn't suspect the truth, hoped that the preacher wasn't mocking her somehow, having gotten by divine communication, a revelation of the true nature of her appearance. It seemed a bit ridiculous, but her own mortification was clouding her intellect. In her shame, she felt that everyone could see right through her. She felt exposed, naked, ashamed.

Why then, did this incident not keep her, week after week from escalating her fantasies? Always the hand on her back, his lips on the back of her nape, his nose nuzzling her ear. And then she's begin to wonder what type of words he would whisper in her ear. Would they be romantic and sweet, or would the kind of dirty words that passed out of her husbands mouth in the heat of passion also cross the good pastor's honorable lips, now so hot on her flesh. His kisses, in her mind, burned like a crucifix pressed to the skin of a vampire. His whispers scorched her soul in the same way.

Images of God and the devil, the sacred and the profane danced through her mind, tempting her, convicting her. She felt like an adulterous of the worst kind, a sinner of the highest order. The innermost circles of hell were reserved for her. Yet the flames licked at her, burning a desire right through the center of her being. It wasn't right to want this, and yet she did. She wanted this forbidden desire to overtake her, to overtake him; for her to feel young and beautiful and wanted again in the arms of a man. A man who would risk his job, his family, his very soul just to have her. She wanted, she realized, to be irresistible. As she once felt that she had been.

A door slammed, and a child entered with voice loud and steps hurried. "Mo-om! I'm starving, what have we got?"

Hannah blinked and brought herself back to her kitchen; back to her senses. Her hands had not been moving, had forgotten to continue in there chores without her attention. Her auto-pilot had failed and now they rested in cold gray water. Cold and gray and lifeless, how depressing she thought as she pulled the plug and let the used up water swirl away and out of existence. She dried off with a hand towel, neglecting the skin cream she always means to apply to go straight to the business of snack making. Her beautiful child smiled up at her with round eyes, expectantly, and she kissed him on the forehead.

Soon the others would be coming in, asking for snacks wondering what was for dinner. There was no more time for daydreams, no room for the body and soul searing thoughts that she had let overwhelm her. She had obligations to fulfill, duties calling out for completion.

Tonight's dinner would be a guilt offering, her husband's favorites with a desert that everybody loved. She would have no time to relieve the pressure of her yearnings in private; God willing (did she dare bring God into this?) the children would go to bed before Hannah and Sam collapsed from there own exhaustion. Her husband would reap the benefit of her sin. He might wonder at the reason for her unexpected enthusiasm, but he wouldn't complain. He would think she was a very good wife.



A Good Little Lot Lizard



Her name was Daisy, such a pretty young lady, with honey-blonde hair, big blue eyes, circled by long lashes, her body small-boned, with perky breasts, and peach colored nipples that always stood erect, like two little coat-hangers! 

Daisy's boyfriend Peter, was out of a job and daisy had no choice, but to go out and get a job. Peter decided that selling her body and favors was, an easy way to make good cash. Daisy agreed, since she didn't want to be kicked out on the streets. 

On her first night, it was terribly cold, yet she wore a short cotton pleated skirt, with wool thigh-high stockings, and a white cotton blouse, covered by a v-neck sweater. She heard the honking of a loud truck horn and it startled her. She saw the man inside, a greasy looking guy, fat and crusty looking, and she began to tremble. 

He opened the door, on the passenger's side and yelled, "You... Come in. "

She stood still, paralyzed with fear. 

She wanted to run, far, far away! 

"didn't ya hear me sweetie? I said in.. NOW!" he shouted, his face a flushed color. 

She climbed up and aboard the truck and slammed the door shut behind her. 

She heard the automatic click of the master lock, and her heart began to pound

There was no turning back! 

She could smell his stench, of body odor and beer. His massive belly, spilled on top of his belt, and the crack of his pimply ass peered from the back of his pants. He smiled, a smug smile, and she noticed that some his teeth were missing. 

"It's 30 for a blow job, 100 for full intercourse" she announced. 

That smug smile, remained on his face. 

"I ain't payin' for a fuckin' thing, sweetheart" he said, calmly. 

"I am... I am leaving... Then... I... I am leaving, asshole!" she shouted, quivering all over. 

"hell, no! You ain't my little bitch!" he slid over, and smothered himself against her. He grabbed her by both arms and dragged her to the back, to his bunk. 

Around his bed, were stashes of porno mags, that were all used and wrinkled up, bottles of beer, and a small cooler. She cried, hot tears spilling on her round cheeks, and knew it was no use screaming, since it was her own fault for being here. She would do as told, and hopefully he would give her some cash. 

He shoved her on the bed, and peered over her, she stared in fear and disgust at this grotesque man. 

"Mmm... "he grunted" I want some of that sweet pussy! you gonna give daddy some of that sweet pussy? "

She didn't respond, and he didn't ask again because he knew he would. 

He lowered his full weight on top of her petite frame, and she gasped for her breaths. He began rubbing the crotch of his pants, quickly on her panties, like a dog in heat. He licked her face as she squirmed and whimpered. He took his left hand and seized her face, and forced her mouth open, probing his slimy tongue inside her mouth. He swished it round and round as she felt the sticky saliva, stream down her chin. 

"Mmm... Ah, yeah, sweetie, kiss me!" He whispered, as she felt the hardness of his cock, growing between her legs, so much in fact that it caused her to feel a hot burning sensation. 

His scent was stronger now and it made her stomach turn. "Shit, I'm hard!" His eyes squinted. He kneeled on his knees, between her legs, and pulled down his pants, his huge thick cock, sprang out. It was nestled under a extremely hairy bush. 

As he removed his shirt, and revealed his flabby chest and beer gut, she noticed he was hairy all over! he ripped off her panties with one quick hand movement, which demonstrated just how strong he was, and how she should not try to escape! 

She was still in awe of that monstrous big cock, never had she seen one that immense. Her knees were shaking uncontrollably. He instructed her to sit up, and when she did, he stuffed his cock inside her pretty little mouth. She could not take it, it was gagging her, as he pushed her head back and forth faster and faster! She clung on gently to the base of it, and was disgusted by it's strong musky and urine scent. He grunted, and moaned like a savage animal, as she awaited for his cum, that never seemed to finally shoot! 

Her lips were sore, and when he withdrew his large cock from her mouth, she thought it was finally over! 

She was was so wrong! 

He once again laid on top of her, and inserted his fat finger up her cunt. She was wet, and began to enjoy it, ashamed. IN and out his fat finger traveled, while he mummbled "Nice and wet, for big daddy's cock!"

Then she felt it. Just as she was about to cum, he shoved his enormous cock up her, entirely. 

She let out a scream of surprise. He pounded her, pumping that big cock into her snug little pussy, so fast that his cheeks jiggled. She wanted him to slow down, and she pleaded, but that only made him go faster. 

He ripped the sweater, then the blouse, and saw she had no bra on. He nursed on one of her tits, sucking so hard that she squealed, while still pumping madly inside her. She was incredibly wet, her warm juices oozed out of her pussy. 

The bed was squeaking, as he slammed in hard inside her. He was grunting loudly now, sweat glistening on his face and neck. 

His odor was getting stronger, and after what seemed like forever, of him ripping inside her, she felt the twitches inside her, as his cock released it's juice, but a flood of it, that overflowed her hole and streamed down her sore inner thighs. 

He kept it in her, and she felt herself come too. 

He lay beside her, cradling her in a spoon position, and said, "You will stay with me, and be my own bitch, I will feed you clothe you and fuck you as I please, alright? "

"yes, sir" she responded. 

"good girl!" he cooed. 

The next morning he started to drive, and instructed her to sit on his lap. He inserted one finger up her tight ass, and she shuddered. 

He bounced her up and down on his fat knee, and she asked, "Where are we going sir? "

"Up north.. We'll stop along the way to collect me some more bitches!"



A Good Little Male Slut



I told you to be waiting at the corner, dressed in that tight black miniskirt, thigh-high leather boots, sheer see-through low-cut blouse and my favorite red bra showing under it. You looked perfect as you slid into the passenger seat. I noticed your makeup was amazing; you are learning well. 

We pull up at the club and you step out, straighten your skirt as we walk hand in hand through the doors. We spot our "toys" as soon as we enter, a nice looking couple, sitting at the bar, drinking wine. I watch his eyes look at you as your skirt rides up your thighs as we sit next to them. I lean over and run my hand along your knee and slide it up under your skirt, looking at him all the while. He squirms and automatically tries to "adjust" himself. I smile at him as my nails trace the huge bulge under your lace panties; you uncross your legs and part them slightly.

He can't take his eyes off us and his partner notices and turns to watch us as well. She's a pretty, slim young blonde. She licks her lips as she watches my hand move between your legs, and I watch her fingers rise up to touch her nipples, already so hard they are already poking through her top. With slow circular movements, she teases herself.

I smile at them both and turn your face to mine. I lick your lower lip and begin to kiss you deeply as they watch, while all the time, my hand is massaging your hard cock. When we break our kiss we both turn to look at them, I see that her hand has been replaced by his. One of his hands cupping her breast, the other hand pressed hard against her pussy, rubbing it nice and firm. I see that her eyes are closed.

I tell you that you cannot touch yourself until I tell you, and then I slowly stand and walk behind them both. I press my body against her back and slide my arm around her waist, and she leans into me as I lick her neck. You watch me whisper to her and a smile graces her lips as she looks at you while I slide my hand up to cup her other breast. The darkness of the club only encourages our bravery as I pinch her nipple and slide my other hand onto his knee. This new "toy", he looks at me and shifts his position until I'm almost standing between his legs, his girlfriend still in front of me. I feel his hands go to my waist and he slowly lifts my shirt, his hands sliding up my stomach, moving higher still as finally his fingers cup my breasts. He pinches and pulls on my already hard nipples and his girlfriend leans over and takes one not otherwise occupied in her hot wet mouth, sucking it gently.

My eyes are watching you. I see the huge bulge under your skirt knowing how badly you want to touch yourself. I lean down and whisper in the woman's ear, and she slowly turns to face you. She tells you to get down on your knees and service her wet dripping cunt. Hesitating, you look at me for approval, and I nod my head. You smile, sliding off your seat, and cast a look across the room but nobody is paying any attention to us. You spin her bar stool until she faces you, your hands on her thighs as you push her skirt up. You sink to your knees before her and begin to lick her inner thigh.

I move to the back of her chair once again and wrap my arms around her, sinking my teeth into her neck. I cup her breasts and lift her top up over her head she falls back against me and opens her thighs wider for you. Your hands slide up between her legs and push them wide apart, and I watch as your fingers pull the soaking wet crotch of her panties aside. Your tongue licks her up and down, lapping and sucking at her hard little clit, darting your tongue in and out of her soaking wet slit, your face covered in her slick juices.

He stands and walks beside you both, his mouth dropping to her naked breasts as he suckles at one, then the other. I stand behind him and reach round to undo his pants. I feel how hard he is and in seconds he is freed from his pants. his huge hard cock already slick with precome. I wrap my hand around it and hold him outright, pointing it at you and slowly pumping my fist up and down his shaft. Your eyes move from him to me as I nod yes, and you immediately move your mouth to his cock, replacing your tongue on his girlfriend's cunt with two fingers which she grinds against wildly.

Your mouth is filled with his cock, stretching your lips wider to accommodate him as you suck your cheeks in trying to siphon his juices. I watch entranced, your hands fucking his lady's cunt, your mouth swallowing his cock. I slide my hands down her body to meet yours as they pump in and out of her cunt. Taking her clit between my thumb and finger I pull and tease it till she's bucking frantically on your fingers. She's so wet you can't resist another lick of her as you turn your head to suck her lips for a moment, one of your hands pumps at his cock while you lick his lady's cunt and my fingers. He grabs your hair and pulls you back to his cock, it's pulsing so hard he can't hold back any longer. He thrusts a few times into your open mouth as he begins shooting his load of hot wet sticky cum all over your lips, tongue and face. You continue sucking on his cock as my fingers dive into her sopping cunt, fucking her as fast as I can. She's thrusting so fast that she's almost sliding off her stool, it's so wet. She moans loudly as she shudders and shakes, coming all over my hands.

I pull my come-soaked fingers from her cunt and force them into her mouth. She sucks them hungrily. You stand and pull down your skirt as much as is allowable, considering the huge bulge that's under it.

I grab her hand and pull her to her shaky legs. "Right, let's go back to my place.. I want to watch you fuck my slut," I say, "While I finish off your lady with my tongue." We all smile and walk from the club as quickly as our shaky legs will allow us.