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Rebecca

By: GToast



Broken-record time: Almost all of my writing is based, to some degree, on real people and / or events in my life. This one is no exception, but it's about 99% fiction.

There's a lot (I think) of character development, and some explicit sex; but this is not designed to be a stroke story. It's intended to be about loving relationships, both sexual and nonsexual, within and between generations, and healthy, renewable family bonds.

Also: after looking at the finished product, I must say I had not planned for the story to be as long as it turned out. It took on a life of its own, and I refused to shortchange it. It may be too long for some readers; the ending leaves a lot for the reader to infer, and I have faith my readers will fill in the gaps correctly.


Sex and love are serendipitous – the really good stuff happens when we aren't looking.

So it was with Rebecca and me.

I was married, twenty years ago, to a woman named Rachel. She presented her virginity to me on our wedding night. She was demure and proper before we wed; afterward, she was uninhibited. We made love at the drop of a panty, any time and almost anywhere. Our love produced a daughter three years into our marriage, a golden-haired little stunner we named Bonnie.

Bonnie doesn't really remember her mother. Rachel awoke in the middle of the night, some eight years ago. She sat up, said, "I feel really funny..." and sank back into her pillow as if she were asleep. I was about half out of it, but I knew something wasn't right when I tried to rouse her to tell me what was wrong (or if I had been dreaming). She was unreachable. I turned on the light, and saw she was turning bluish. I call 911, but it was already way too late. She had suffered an aneurysm, and was probably dead before she finished speaking.

I soldiered on, a single dad with a little daughter to rear. I did the best I could on my own, but we lived in the burbs and I worked downtown. I couldn't fulfill my obligations to work and Bonnie, and live where we did, so we moved into a nice apartment downtown. That allowed me to carry on.

All went well for a few years. Bonnie became a second edition of her mother, a model-quality little girl.

One evening about five years ago, right after dinner, I heard some noise outside our apartment door. I opened the door and noticed some boxes in the doorway across the hall. I took them for moving boxes, based on what was printed on them. As I was examining them, the door opened and a young woman grabbed a box. She seemed a little startled to see me.

"I'm sorry," I said, " I was just about to conclude someone was moving in."

"That's me," she said.

"I live over here," I said, pointing to my door. "My manners are gone," I stammered. "My name is Jeff. May I give you a hand?"

She hesitated, and then, "Okay, sure. This one's going to be a beast," she said, pointing to the largest of them.

At that moment, my door opened behind us. Bonnie came out with her book-bag in hand. "Hey, Daddo, you mind if I..." Her voice trailed off as she saw us standing in the neighbor's doorway, grunting over what was in fact a very heavy box.

"Here, I'll hold the door," Bonnie announced, jumping over the box, into the apartment, and pulling the door open as wide as it would go. We were able to get the box in easily enough.

The neighbor stood up and wiped her hands on her pants, offering it to me, then to Bonnie. "I'm Rebecca Benton."

"Hi, Rebecca," I said.

"Nice to meet you, Ms Benton. I'm Bonnie," Bonnie replied.

"Hello, Bonnie. Please call me Rebecca," said Rebecca.

"Well, I dunno... Daddo sort of has a thing about me calling adults by their first names," Bonnie answered, shooting me a sly glance.

"If she wishes to be known as Rebecca, then Rebecca it is," I said, and both smiled. "So what was it you wanted to know if I minded?"

Bonnie did a double take, and said, "Oh, yeah, Mindy wants to know if I can come up and work on our HE project. I'll finish up the dishes when I get home..."

"7-8-9," I replied. "And don't sweat the dishes. I can get those."

"Thanks, Daddo," she said, her face breaking into a huge grin. "Very nice to meet you, Ms... I mean, Rebecca," she said; and with that she grabbed her book-bag and headed down the hall to the elevators.

"Such energy!" Rebecca said, laughing a little. "Nice manners, too. What's 7-8-9? Or do you mind my asking?"

I chuckled. "It means, 'I want you home by seven, so be home by eight, and nine at the latest.'" Rebecca looked puzzled. "It just means don't be out too late. It's a private thing between us."

Rebecca said, "I'm sorry, I'm being rude. Please sit."

We both sat down, and she asked, "You trust her to go out like that? My folks would never have let me go out on a school night. No criticism intended," she added hastily.

"None inferred," I smiled. "She's just going three floors up, to work on a Home Ec project with her friend. They're great kids. She'll be home before eight, I imagine."

"You give her plenty of rope. You must trust her a lot," she observed.

"Yes," I said, and I felt the smile fading. "She's that rarest of creatures, a no-nonsense free spirit. I just don't want to crush that in her. She's so much like her mother... Well, I don't mean to wax melancholy."

"So where's Mom? If you don't mind my asking," Rebecca asked.

"She died some years ago. I doubt Bonnie has any memories of her at all."

Rebecca murmured some words of condolence, and we lapsed into silence. "I should go," I said, after a moment. I stood and made for the door. She rose and followed me.

"Well, I appreciate the assistance. Perhaps I can return the favor sometime," she said, sounding as though she meant it. I winked and grinned, and got a grin in return.

I saw her from time to time after that, in the hallway, or at the grocery store. We exchanged pleasantries, and even had a few brief conversations.

Then the clock stepped in and set other things in motion.

I was doing the laundry one day, and noticed some dark red spots on Bonnie's underwear. Well, I thought, it's about that time. It struck me in that moment that she had been a little less outgoing for a week or so. Time to bite the bullet and prepare for "the talk."

The next morning at breakfast, I said, "So, is there anything in particular that's bothering you?"

"Not really," she grunted.

"Anything we need to talk about?"

"No!" she snapped.

I was silent for a moment. "You know, Bonnie, this is a time when changes occur. Girls' bodies..."

"I don't wanna hear about this!" she cried, and put her face in her hands. She was really distressed.

I put my hand on her elbow. She shook it violently away.

Another few moments of silence elapsed. "You know, Bonnie, we can talk about these things. I am Daddo, remember?"

She looked up, thoroughly wretched. "I'm sorry, I just can't."

"Is it because it's me, or because I'm a guy?" I asked.

"Yes," she replied.

I thought for a moment. "Okay," I said, and got up. I began to put the dishes away.

She sprang up and grabbed me in a huge hug. "I'm sorry, Daddo, I just don't know what to do."

I hugged her back and kissed the top of her head. "Well, I do. You need to get ready for school." I spun her around and swatted her bum. "Move, lady," I commanded.

She laughed as she complied, more relieved at the temporary return to normalcy than anything else, I suspect. I dropped her off at her school and went on to work. I formulated a plan I hoped would work.

That evening, she ran up to Mindy's again for some other homework deal. As soon as she was gone I walked across the hall and tapped on Rebecca's door.

She opened it, and said, "Jeff! How are you?"

"Well," I began, " I have a problem, and I kind of need your help."

"Come on in," she said. We both sat on her sofa.

"What can I do for you?" she asked earnestly.

"Well," I began, "it's about sex."

Her eyes widened, and before she could say anything else I held up my hand and said, "It's Bonnie. She's about to start her period, I think, and she needs to have... you know... that talk."

Rebecca regarded me for a moment. "So, why don't you just talk to her?

I shook my head. "I can't. I mean, I can, but she doesn't want to talk about it with me. I know they talk about the mechanics at school, but I want her to know the whole story. I could force her to listen, I guess; but, our relationship has always been so firmly based on trust, I don't want to... impose my will, I guess is what I'm trying to say."

She was silent for a moment. "Look," I said, "if you don't want to, I'll find another way. It's just that she likes you, and you'd probably do a great job..."

Rebecca smiled. "Okay," she said, "I'll do it. Just fill in the parameters."

I thought for a moment. "The parameters are whatever she wants to know."  I was silent for a moment. "Rebecca," I continued, "this is my baby. I don't want her to get hurt. I want her to have all the information she needs."

Rebecca pursed her lips. "How far should I go?"

I shook my head. "I don't care. Just answer whatever she wants to know, no matter how detailed or explicit the conversation gets, I just don't care. Well, okay, within reason. All I can say is, use your best judgment."

She nodded sagely. "How about tomorrow evening?"

The next day was Friday; I could always find something important to have to do. I told her so.

And so it was done.

The next evening, just before dinner (which I had lamely told her would be cold cut sandwiches, 'in a few minutes') there was a tap on the door. Bonnie opened the door, and said, "Hi, Rebecca! Daddo, it's Rebecca!"

"I can see that, Bonnie. Hi, Rebecca, come on in."

"Well," said Rebecca, "I was sort of hoping Bonnie would come have dinner with me. I'd like to get to know her a little better."

Bonnie's eyes lit up. "Cool!" She looked at me. "Daddo, may I..."

"Go clean up a little, and have a great time," I interrupted.

"Cool!" she repeated, running out of the living room.

"I really appreciate this," I said.

"We're going to have fun," Rebecca promised.

Bonnie ran back into the living room. I gave her a quick kiss goodbye, and the two of them left.

Bonnie did not return for about three hours. I was not particularly worried, though I had begun to wonder what was going on.

Right about then the door flew open. Bonnie came roaring in. "Daddo," she exclaimed breathlessly, "Rebecca wants to know if I could sleep over?"

Rebecca was right behind her. "Girls' night out, without going anywhere," she said, a twinkle in her eye.

"Don't let the door slam you in the butt on the way out," I replied jauntily. Bonnie squealed with delight and ran to gather her things for an overnight.

"Everything okay?" I asked.

"Great," replied Rebecca. "You are officially off the hook."

Bonnie ran back in and hugged me. "See you tomorrow, Daddo," she said, and they retreated.

Bonnie returned the next day, her old self. She had clearly had a wonderful time.

The next evening, I was sitting on the sofa. Dinner was over, the dishes were washing, and I was deeply satisfied with the change in Bonnie's demeanor. She came and sat beside me, something she had not done in a while. "Daddo?" she said, looking serious, "will you tell me the truth? I mean, if I ask you something?"

"Always," I replied.

She thought for a second, and then said, "Did you and Mom really do all that sorta stuff? I mean, the sorta stuff Rebecca told me about?"

Time to play it cool. "Hmmm... I guess it really depends on what she talked about," I answered.

"Well," she began, "she told me all about sex. You know, intercourse and all that."

"I suppose we had to," I countered lightly, " or a certain Bonnie wouldn't be sitting here having this conversation with me, now, would she?" I grinned.

She narrowed her eyes to slits in mock anger, and then said, "No, but I mean, you know, all that other stuff. Like, the oral sex stuff."

You told her you'd answer truthfully, I told myself. "Yes, sweetie, we did."

She was silent for a moment; then: "So what made you want to do that?"

I shook my head. "Sorry, Punkin, that's private. That was between your mother and me. One day you'll understand. It's just... something I keep precious to myself."

She laid her head on my shoulder, and said, very softly, "I'm sorry."

I chuckled and placed my arm around her. "Don't be. Not your fault for wanting to know," I said lightly. "I'll tell you this: We did just about everything except for... what should I say, here?... the kinky stuff."

"Oh," she said, sitting back upright, "like anal? Oh, that sounds so gross. Well, it all sounds gross to me, but that part was too weird."

"There are other things, too, like tying people, and hurting them... we never came close to that," I added.

"Oh, yeah, she talked about that stuff, too. She said they were okay for con-send-ing adults.."

"Consenting," I corrected.

"Yeah, that's it, and she said some people did even worse things, but she wouldn't talk about them."

"Did she say why they did those things?" I asked.

"She said some people use sex to show love, and some people just use sex for themselves.," she answered.

"And do you understand that?" I pressed.

She frowned. "Not really, but I think I kind of get it."

"Okay," I said. "Tell me exactly what you think it means."

"Well," she started, and thought for a moment; then, "I think what she said was, if two people really love each other, they use sex to make each other feel good."

Pretty simplistic, I thought, but accurate. "And what does that tell you about when to have sex and when not to?"

"She said you should never have sex just because someone wants you to, because they might just be using you like you were some kind of toy."

Bravo, Rebecca, I thought. "Anything else?"

"Yeah," she said, apparently excited to be remembering so much. She clearly felt like a young woman with all this newfound knowledge. "She said girls a little older than I am have sex and get pregnant, and that meant you have to make bad decisions."

Bad? "You mean, tough decisions?" I ventured.

Her eyes lit up. "That's it! Tough decisions. But she wouldn't tell me any more about them. I guess I was getting kind of tired by then, and she wanted us to get some sleep."

She seemed to have grown up a visible notch. Not physically, mind you, but emotionally. She seemed a young woman, not a preteen.

She placed her head on my shoulder again and we fell silent. "Daddo? Do you miss her?"

"Your mom?" I asked. She nodded.

"Every day," I replied. "I really loved that woman, Bonnie. But it's not like it was, years ago. It's sort of faded away. Besides, I have you, and you remind me so much of your mother."

For the first time in my memory, Bonnie wiped away a little tear for her mother. I held her like that for a few minutes; then I arose, went into the kitchen, and poured two small glasses of ginger ale, which I brought to the living room.

I took my glass and held it up. "No more talk about the past. Here's to the future, and to a wonderful new friend named Rebecca," I said, and she raised her glass and clinked it with mine. We drank, and she kissed me on the cheek. All was right with the world, again.

******

All of this had happened just before the end of school. Bonnie went to visit her maternal grandparents every summer; and since I work for a governmental agency with a fiscal year of July-June, I was barely at home at all during June.

So it was I found myself relaxing over a very long July 4th weekend, the fiscal year successfully put away; when it occurred to me I had never properly thanked Rebecca.

I knocked on her door that Saturday morning. She opened, and looked happy enough to see me. I sensed a slight undercurrent of tension.

I explained, without sounding like making excuses, why I had unintentionally neglected her. She appeared to relax a little as I proffered a sincere apology.

"I suppose," she said when I finished, "I thought you had sort of forgotten about me. Not that I expected anything... I was just sort of hoping... Oh, I don't know..."

"That I would ask you out for a nice dinner as repayment?" I grinned. "That was my intent all along." We made plans to go to a very nice seafood house in town that evening.

Dinner was nice. I got to know more about her – she was divorced, no kids, older than I originally thought by a few years (she was almost thirty) – and I told her about the years I had spent with Rachel. It was a good time.

Throughout the meal, especially when I was talking about Rachel, I felt stirrings of nostalgia. Here I was with a gorgeous woman, having a pleasant evening out. Sex had not been a priority with me for so long, I had actually made the date without even thinking in that vein.

The longer we talked, the more I began to take stock of her. I had not noticed, but her breasts were small and very pert. Her hips were wide, though she was by no means fat. She was, I had to admit, sexy. My libido was awake.

We returned at about 8pm, and she accepted an invitation to have a glass of wine with me. I poured a Chardonnay apiece. We sat on the couch, and before anything else could happen the phone rang.

"Hello?" I answered.

"Hey, Daddo!" came a familiar voice. We talked for a few minutes. She outlined a lot of the things she had been doing. While she chattered, I held my hand to the mouthpiece and mouthed, "It's Bonnie." I made a yak-yak-yak motion with my hand, and Rebecca smothered a giggle; then she made a 'hello' wave.

Before Bonnie melted the phone, I said, "Slow down, kiddo. Write a letter. Remember them there thingies? A letttt-tter! Now, there's someone else here who wants to say hello."

I handed the phone to Rebecca, who said, "There must be a Bonnie on the other end of this phone!" She giggled; and from the way the giggling continued for the next few minutes, not to mention the low voices and back-turned to-me snippets, there must have been some serious girl talk going on.

Eventually I got the phone back, and Bonnie said, "Luv ya, Daddo. Gotta go! Hey, wait!" she called before I hung up.

"Yeah?" I said.

"Doofus me almost forgot, Grampa wants to talk to you," she said. She held the phone away from her mouth, and called, "Grammmmpa!"

I covered the mouthpiece and said, "Another short conversation is about to happen," and grimaced an apology.

"It's okay," she replied, "I'll go to the little girls' room," and left the sofa.

About that time, Rachel's father Frank picked up.

"Jeff?" he boomed, as always, "how you feelin'?"

I laughed. "Great, Frank," I replied.

"Look," he said, cutting to the chase as was his wont, "we've had a little excitement here, and we'd like to know if Bonnie could stay another few weeks."

"Now, Frank," I said, "how do I say 'yes' to that without sounding like I want more solitude from my boisterous preteen daughter?"

We shared a nice chuckle over that. Frank and I had always been able to tickle one another's funny bone.

"Well, like I said, we've had some excitement." He sounded a little more sober when he said, "A cousin of mine, he and I used to be real close.. well, we fell out of touch a while back. Been about thirty years since we saw one another, about the time Rachel was, oh, fifteen or so."

"You've re-established contact, I'm thinking is the next thing you're going to tell me," I interjected.

He chuckled. "No moss growing on you, my friend. See, we've sort of planned a family reunion for the first week of August. Now, he's got grandkids about Bonnie's age, so she's excited about that... but," and he sounded very sober again, "the adult kids remember Rachel, and they want to meet you. I mean, you and Bonnie..." He trailed off.

"I get it. You want me to come up and join in the shindig," I observed.


Rebecca



That chuckle again. "Mary and I'd like that, Jeff. Oh, and Bonnie tells me there's this neighbor lady, Rebecca is it? She'd like you to bring her along."

I thought for a moment. "How would you and Mary feel about that?"

"Jeff," he said quietly, "you're a young man, and you did no wrong by our Rachel. What happened, happened. We can talk about this later, when you're here, but it won't offend either one of us. She sounds like quite a woman, the way Bonnie carries on," he finished with a laugh.

About then, Rebecca walked back into the room and sat. I looked at her and smiled as I said, "I'll run it past her and let you know one way or the other. Okay?"

"Don't disappoint me, boy!" he growled, though I could see him winking as he said it.

I laughed. "Yessir! Kiss Mary for me, and Bonnie."

"I'll do 'er," he replied, and we hung up.

As I hung up the phone, Rebecca said, "That is one terrific girl you have, there."

"I thank you, ma'am," I replied.

We were silent for a while. "I didn't tell you, she really benefited from that girl's night out."

She brightened at that. "Did she tell you what we discussed?"

"She gave me a rundown," I replied. "You gave her some very, very sage advice. She'll probably listen to you, too."

"I hope I didn't say too much to her," she said.

I held up a hand. "I gave you carte blanche," I replied. "You fulfilled my obligation. I am very grateful."

We sat in companionable silence for a moment; then she asked, "So, you were going to run something past... me? The way you looked at me when you said that...?"

"Yeah. It seems Frank... well, wait a second, back up. Frank and Mary are Bonnie's grandparents. Frank said something about re-establishing contact with a cousin of his, and there's going to be a reunion in early August. I think he just wants me to come come get Bonnie," I said, grinning.

Rebecca laughed.

"Anyway," I continued, "they asked me if I'd like to invite you. I'd like to do that, but it's asking you to walk into a crowd you don't know. Hell, most of 'em I don't know. Rachel was about fifteen the last time the families were together."

She cocked her head. "You really want me to go?"

I nodded. "So does Bonnie. She's apparently talked you up quite nicely."

She was silent for a moment. "Give me a while to think on it?" she asked.

"Oh, sure," I replied, "it's a month away."

I remembered the glasses of Chardonnay. I picked them up, and handed one to her. "To good friends, and good families."

We sat quietly for a moment, after the wine was gone. We had moved a little closer together.

"Jeff," she began, "could I tell you something?"

"Of course," I replied.

"I told you I'm divorced, but I didn't really tell you the circumstances. Joe was charming while we were dating, and he even won over my parents. As soon as the honeymoon was over, the honeymoon was over. I mean, really. He showed his true stripes. He began to drink, and eventually got abusive."

"A person does not 'begin to drink' and then become violent," I observed.

"No," she sighed, "he was just adept at hiding it from me. Once we were married, I guess he figured I wouldn't fight him on it."

She paused, then continued. "It soured me on marriage, and on relationships, at least for a while. Then... well, may I be honest?"

I nodded.

"Since I met you, I've been re-evaluating my feelings. I've been suspicious of men for a long time, but you're so nice, and genuine... and then there's Bonnie. I think she's proof of what kind of person you are. It's very sexy, and very arousing, that a single man could do so well, raising a young girl."

"I appreciate those words very, very much," I replied. I had moved a little closer without being fully aware of it.

"It's so obvious," she continued, "I mean, a single man bringing up a polite, charming..."

"Rebecca?" I said. She stopped talking and looked me directly in the eyes. "Shut up and kiss me."

With that I leaned in, and she complied, gently, tentatively, at first; then the passion of the moment overtook us, and we lost ourselves in one another.

We made our way to the bedroom, kissing, shedding garments, trying not to stumble. We threw back the top sheet and landed on the bed, she on top of me, trying to retain some dignity while grinding pelvises.

After a few moments, she flipped me on top of her and spread her legs. "Don't you want... a little foreplay?" I gasped.

"Uh-uh," she growled. "I haven't had sex in years, and I want you in me, now!"

I slipped into her, intending to be gentle; but my long repressed needs, and hers, had us banging like drums. She squealed out an orgasm, and before I knew it, I had erupted inside her.

Those moments of making love are all but lost to me, so intense was the experience; but as we lay there panting, dripping shared fluids, hands running over shared bodies, I remembered the way loving had been with Rachel.

After a few minutes of post-coital touching and feather-soft kissing, we managed to look into one another's eyes.  "Was it really okay for you?" I asked. "I mean, sincerely okay?"

She smiled sweetly and placed a palm on the side of my face. "That, kind sir, was the best sex I've ever had. Not to interject a sour note, I really don't have a lot of experience for comparison..."

"But you'll come back for more?" I added, hopefully.

Her smile widened, and she kissed me, softly, erotically. "Oh, yeah," she whispered. "I gotta get me some more of that."

"I know I'm not all that large," I continued.

"Stop apologizing," she scolded. "You're bigger than average. Besides, 'It Ain't the Meat, It's the Motion.'"

I laughed. "Maria Muldaur."

She buried her face in my neck and giggled.

Suddenly I had a thought. "Are you on the Pill?" I asked, "'cause we didn't..."

She turned my face to hers. "Ssshhh... I finished my period yesterday. I should be safe. I'll get a prescription next week."

I glowed at that. "So you were serious about... y'know, wanting me some more?"

She smiled that same soft, sweet, pitying smile. "Silly boy," she said, and kissed me lightly.

******

My next memory is of sunlight streaming through the window. I remembered last night; I turned my head to the left, and there she was, gazing at me.

"Mornin'," she murmured, then yawned.

"How long have you been awake?" I asked.

"Couple minutes," she replied. She threw back the sheet; and as I saw her body by full daylight for the first time, I was truly impressed. Smooth, almost flawless skin; tight breasts, small but luscious; nicely trimmed pubic thatch over a healthy-looking mons.

She watched me looking her over, and giggled. "Still like what you see?"

I nodded and smiled.

"Got an extra toothbrush?" she asked, grinning.

"I think I can rustle one up," I answered.

We rid ourselves of morning breath, and she dragged me back to the bed. "This time," she whispered, "I want you to make love to me."

I carefully inserted my middle finger into her lovely slit, playing gently with her clit, enjoying the sight of her body moving in response to my intimate touches. I leaned over and took a nipple between my lips, provoking a strong, positive reaction.

When I thought she was nearing critical mass, I positioned myself and sank into her, for the second time. I noted with satisfaction, she felt even better this time.

We gazed into one another's eyes as I moved in and out; then, as I felt my moment approaching, we kissed, a deep, passionate, loving kiss which only broke when we did.

Our orgasms were intense, and perfectly co-incident. This, I thought to myself, was making love, not rutting; and I could tell she felt the same way.

Once again we disentangled, and held one another, caressing and teasing, kissing and being kissed.

"I guess we need to get out of bed at some point," I said, chuckling lightly.

"Any plans for the day?" she asked.

"Spending the whole thing with you," I replied, winking.

I got a wink in return. "Good. Let's get a shower," she commanded.

After our shower, we had a light breakfast, and then spent the rest of the day, as unsexy as it may sound, helping one another with household chores. We did laundry and dishes, grocery shopping and car lubes, and other mundane things that simply must intrude.

In short, we acted like a married couple.

The next evening, and each one for a couple of weeks thereafter, was a replay of our first, though without the urgency. We experimented with love techniques and foreplay, lots and lots of foreplay. I impressed her with my oral techniques, and she wasn't bad in that department, either.

We began to spend every night together, and I knew love was truly in bloom. Our lovemaking was nourishing us as a couple; we both felt it.

Toward the latter half of July, she said, "Well, I guess my answer is yes."

I was a bit confused; then it hit me. "You'll go to Frank and Mary's with me?"

She smiled. "You're quick. Yes, I'd love to go. Before we do, though, we need to discuss something."

I understood. "Right. We've known each other for six months, and we're sort of offering the family in general, and Bonnie in particular, the hope of a new family."

She nodded. We were sitting on the sofa, and she scrunched closer to me. "Do you think you're ready for another marriage?"

I nodded. "If you are, I know I am. I've missed that... oh, what can you call it? that whole-family feel. Bonnie and I are a family, but I've always thought she needed, and wanted, more. A mom. Are you ready to step into that role?"

She put an arm around me. "I've always wanted a child. And maybe..." she hesitated, then, "maybe Bonnie would like a little brother, or maybe a sister?"

I stared at her. "Are you..."

She shook her head. "No, just thinking of the future."

I grinned. "Then, I have to say, gotta be at least a couple of babies."

Her eyes glistened. "You really want me to have your babies?"

"I love you Rebecca, and always will," I replied softly. I kissed her, she kissed me back, and that was that.

******

As we drove down the long driveway to the home of Frank and Mary Turnage, Rebecca grasped my hand. Hard.

"Don't be nervous," I said calmly.

"Easy for you to say. You're not the one about to go without your penis for a week."

I looked at her in surprise. She grinned and winked, and said, "Gotcha!"

We had decided not to expose Bonnie to the fact of our intimacy, at least not right away; partly out of concern for Bonnie, setting a good example for her, and partly out of respect for Frank and Mary. I was sure they knew we were already intimate, but they were old-school, and I really cared about their opinions.

So, we were to be chaste for a week. Oh, the horror.

We pulled to a stop, and a swarm of humans flocked out of the house. Bonnie ran to Rebecca first (I was pleasantly surprised to note), and then to me, squealing with joy.

Frank and Mary were no less welcoming, though the volume was lower. Rebecca and I were soon introduced to cousins and uncles and aunts and great-nieces and -nephews, and I don't know what all else.

The next few hours were spent in a ping-pong conversation; trying to keep all the threads straight was a challenge, but we managed. Bonnie and some of the other female conspirators whisked Rebecca away, leaving me to meet, and swap life stories with, guys I'd never known existed.

I was serenaded by tales of Rachel as a child and teenager; how she and this cousin had done this, and she and these other cousins had perpetrated that. I was praised for having been good enough for Rachel, and equally for having raised Bonnie to such fine young-ladyhood.

Rebecca and I managed to navigate our way through the constant attention for a few days; and then I asked Frank if we could maybe get away for a bit.

"Well, Jeff," he said, "most of these folks are leaving tomorrow. School's starting next week, at least football practice for some of the guys, and college starts soon. Another day, maybe thirty-six hours, it'll just be Mary and me, Bonnie, and you two."

Rebecca and I looked at one another, and exchanged knowing glances. "Okay," I replied.

Frank grinned as only he can.

Sure enough, just over twenty-four hours later, the crowd had dwindled to the five of us. The parting had been sweet and sorrowful, with addresses, phone numbers, and email addresses exchanged all around.

When it was all over, Mary flopped onto the sofa and said, "I've got my house back!" We all laughed.

"You still have the three of us," I noted.

She waved it off. "You three are immediate family." She paused, looked at Rebecca, and said, "I'm sorry, honey, I hope I didn't embarrass you."

Rebecca laughed. "Not at all. I love this place."

Bonnie came dragging onto the living room, freshly showered and smelling like new body-wash. I could have sworn she had grown three inches since the first of summer.

"I need to go to bed," she announced. It was almost ten o'clock.

"I'll come tuck you in," said Mary, rising.

"Could Rebecca do it?" Bonnie asked in a small voice.

All eyes focused on Rebecca, who said, "I'll be delighted."

As the two left the room, Frank said, "That's a special woman, Jeff."

I smiled. "She sure is."

"Are the two of you intimate?" asked Mary.

Well, I wasn't going to lie to her, no matter what. "Yes, we are. Have been for about a month, now."

Frank spoke up. "Jeff, like I told you before... you treated Rachel like a queen, and you've done very well by our only grandchild. We do not sit in judgement of you."

Mary added, "I think you two were very considerate, not sleeping in the same bed with Bonnie here."

"We wanted to set an example. I think that's going to change," I said. "I believe... well, we've been talking about... uh, marriage."

Frank chuckled. "No need to explain, son. You were a good husband before, and you'll be a good one again. All we ask, just don't take Bonnie away from us."

"Never," I replied. "Groom's gotta have a family at the wedding, right?"

Frank and Mary positively beamed.

******

It was was music to my ears: the sounds of crunching gravel on my driveway, car doors closing, teenage voices chattering. A few seconds later, Bonnie and Mindy entered, softly, like civilized folk.

Bonnie had benefitted, I pondered, from having a mother. At seventeen, she had transformed from an energetic child into a refined, responsible young woman. 

"Hi, Daddo," Bonnie said, and kissed my cheek as the two girls sat beside me on the sofa.

"Hi, Mindy. Long time," I offered.

She ignored me. "Hi, Sean," she said, extending a hand to the child in my lap.

My four-year-old son grabbed the hand, wriggled to get down, and squealed, "Minny!" He leapt into her lap.

What could I do? I laughed.

"Oh, hi, Mr P," Mindy said, a bit sheepishly.

"Not a problem, Mindy," I said.

Rebecca walked around the corner at that moment. She smiled broadly when she saw the girls.

"Hey, Mom?" said Bonnie, "is Caroline awake?"

"I think I just heard her stirring," replied Rebecca. "Probably needs up."

"Come on, Mindy," commanded Bonnie. They left the room, Sean holding one hand apiece. "She's gotten bigger since you saw her..."

I put my arm around Rebecca. We watched the kids retreat down the hallway, our heads touching. As was my habit, I surreptitiously stroked the side of her breast, before edging my way around for the prize.

"Mm-mmm," she murmured. "Tender."

"Sorry," I muttered, moving my hand to her waist.

"It's a shame, you know? I mean, they say breast-feeding helps to prevent conception," she said, distractedly; then she turned her face to mine.

I looked at her, knowing, smiling.

"Didn't work. At least, not this time," she said; and with that, she placed her arms around my neck and kissed me warmly. "But this is the last one," she added softly. "And this time, I mean it."

We grinned at one another, and shared another kiss. Oh, yeah. Four would be plenty. 



Rebecca



Rebecca and I stared at each other across the bed in terrified anticipation. She was just wearing panties and I was just wearing jeans. Her panties were beautiful, they curved over her tight muscular ass and had a skull and cross-bones over her snatch. She had wonderfully smooth skin, a powerful muscular body and breasts to kill for. They were full rounded D cups that sat high on her young chest. She was a renowned rowing champ, an Olympic hopeful, the fantasy of every man and woman on the West coast and up until this point, my best friend.

We were both 21 years old and it had just gone 2am. How on Earth did we get here?

Three hours earlier we had been playing a very innocent game of poker, smoking cigars and drinking whiskey. It had been me, Steve, Samantha, Rebecca and Mel. Rebecca and Mel had been going out for nearly six months. He was a huge lumberjack of a guy, 6 foot 6 tall and as thick through the chest as a bear. He had arms like tree trunks and a temper like bad storm. From the outside people supposed that Mel must be rough with Rebecca, but truth be told, she had him whipped. She needed that kind of drive to succeed in the world of competitive sport. Steve and Samantha were friends of ours from way back. We all went to college together, but I think I was the only science student. The rest were art and sports.

Samantha and Rebecca had a thing a while ago. Samantha had doubted her heterosexuality and she fell for Rebecca. Who wouldn't! She is built like a Goddess! One night after too much to drinking Rebecca and Samantha had made out on the sofa and then retired to Rebecca's room. I had accidentally walked in on them with their fingers in each other's pussies the next morning. So that lasted maybe a week, then Samantha found Steve, and Rebecca found Mel.

Mel was putting the shots back pretty hard and throwing chips in like there was no tomorrow.

******

Rebecca curled her long smooth legs under her and looked me in the eye. The light from the street lamps came through the blinds in thin slits of light. It highlighted her chin, her shoulder, her nipples.

"You look good tonight." she said to me.

I leant in and gently cupping her chin, I kissed her, just softly.

"I can't believe I am here." I said back to her.

******

At half past one in the morning, Mel finally lost all of his chips and emptied his glass of whiskey. His long curly hair fell down his back and whiskey trickled through his blond beard. He wiped his hands on his plaid shirt and stood up.

"I'm going to take a piss." he announced, and walked down the hallway.

Steve and Samantha had retired to the sofa where they were softly kissing and pretending to keep watching the game.

Rebecca and I still had plenty of chips and neither of us was very drunk.

"Alright, bitch, time for real poker." I said, with false bravado.

"Okay you little faggot, bring it on." Rebecca replied.

20 minutes later we were betting into a pile of multi colored chips, the value of which we no longer sure of. This was about winning. I had finally realized that I could not raise my way out of this hand and would have to finally show.

"Okay Miss Slutty-pants, I see you. What have you got?"

"Damn it, I was hoping you were going to fold. I've got a pair of threes." Rebecca replied.

"Fuck!" and I threw my pair of twos down.

"Alright, this is what I like." Rebecca crowed and scooped all of the chips onto her side. "I gotta pee. Back in a moment."

She stood up and walked down the hall.

"Hey, where is Mel?" I asked Steve and Samantha, but they were both asleep on the sofa.

I got up to use the restroom and waited outside for Rebecca to come out. She opened the door and smiled at me. She walked over and stood in front of me.

"It's been a good night, hasn't it?" she asked.

"Yeah, a good night."

She took my hand and squeezed it.

"I'm glad you are here, you are a good friend." she said.

I just smiled back. She looked sad for some reason.

"Rebecca? Are you okay?"

She answered by quickly kissing me on the lips.

I pushed her back and stared at her.

'What is she thinking?' I wondered.

Then I dove forward and kissed her deeply on the lips. We grabbed at each other and held on as if our lives depended on it. Soon we were stumbling down the hall, pulling at each other's clothes and finally fell into Rebecca's room.

She had my shirt off in a moment and I fumbled at the catch of her skirt. She had to help me and then she lifted off her top and skirt over her head together.

I reached out slowly and touched her bra covered left breast. It seemed even larger than I had thought. I softly squeezed it through the satin material. Slowly I ran a finger along the edge of the material of the cup and then under her bra strap. Soon I had pushed both straps off her shoulders and she reached behind and unclasped her bra.

Rebecca's glorious breasts were revealed to me. I couldn't believe their beauty. They were full and firm, but high and delicate. Their little nipples, like pencil stubs, stood out proudly. We sat down on the bed, finally taking a moment to think about what was happening.

Rebecca and I stared at each other across the bed in terrified anticipation.

"Where is Mel?" I asked.

"He's vomiting out in the back yard." she said.

The idea that Rebecca's Mack truck driving boyfriend was just outside scared me.

"Don't worry. He won't bother us. He'll be asleep until the morning."

Rebecca curled her long smooth legs under her and looked me in the eye. 

"You look good tonight." she said to me.

I leant in and gently cupping her chin, I kissed her. Just softly.

"I can't believe I am here." I said back to her.

"What do you want me to do?" she asked.

"I want you to take my pants off me." I told her.

I lay down on the bed and Rebecca leant over me. She slowly undid my belt and pulled it through the loops. It came free with a slapping sound, like a whip. She then undid the top button and slowly released the zipper. She could see my pubes through the V made by the open material.

"You aren't wearing underwear." Rebecca said "I like that." and smiled.

She brought her hand over and felt my pubes, she scratched then with her fingernails. She then slipped her fingers under the material of my jeans, to the side of my pubes and touched the top of my thigh.

My breath came in short shudders. I couldn't believe that I was in this position with Rebecca, the most beautiful, powerful, admirable and enchanting person I had ever known. I could feel my cock straining against my jeans and drooling pre-cum onto my leg. Her hand was so close to my aching cock.

She moved her hand around and suddenly, with a surprising shock, she touched my dick.

"Ach!" I exclaimed quietly.

She took my dick in her hand and brought it to the opening of my fly. She then scooped my balls out as well. My cock was raging hard and pointing straight at the ceiling. Rebecca touched the head with her thumb feeling the silky slippery feeling of my pre-cum.

"Your wet." she said.

"I wonder if you are too." I replied.

Without giving me a chance to find out right then she quickly leant in a licked my cock from base to tip and then sucked my glistening sensitive knob into her mouth.

Rebecca sucked softly on my cock, taking deep mouthfuls of my length, and then slowly withdrawing. She sucked on the tip using her tongue and lips to maximal effect.

"Oh, Rebecca. This is wonderful. You have no idea how many times I have dreamed of this. You are so good. I love the way you suck my cock. Oh, arh, yeah. Do that, oh that feels so good. That's so nice. Oh, fuck Jess, this is great."

Soon I pulled her off my cock. She made a whining noise, like a puppy who's had she toy taken away. I laid her back on the bed and kissed her, softly on the lips.

"You are so beautiful." I said.

I then kissed her nipples, then her belly. I stuck my tongue in her navel and licked it. She giggled.

I moved between her legs and knelt down close to her pussy. Her panties were soaked through and I could smell her lust. I kissed her thighs, her smooth beautiful thighs, and then stuck my mouth right over her pussy through her panties.

I sucked on them, drawing her heady essence into my mouth, and licked her clit through the soft cotton of her panties.

I stood up and pushed my jeans all the way off. Then gently and slowly removed Rebecca's panties. She had shaved her bush into a little landing strip down the middle. I knelt back down between Rebecca's wonderful thighs. She looked at me with a mixture of fear, and need.

I kissed her pussy lips, then licked them, probing between them. Her juice was sweet and exciting. I was surprised how wet she was. My tongue found her opening and I pushed deeply into her velvety depths. I slowly inserted a finger into her love tunnel and moved my tongue to her firm clit. It was hard and proud. Rebecca squirmed under me as I licked, and then sucked her engorged clit, but I moved with her. I thrust another finger into her dripping pussy, twisted them and curled them. Rebecca grabbed hold of the headboard as she thrashed and cried out. She made such beautiful sounds of delight.

I sucked hard on her clit, held it with my teeth and flicked it with my tongue. From inside her pussy I pushed up and forced more of her swollen clit into my mouth. Rebecca continued to buck and writhed, her breath coming short and shuddering.

"Oh, fucking Christ, that is incredible. Argh God, keep doing it. I'm going to cum. Oh fuck I'm cuming!!! I'm cuming so big, fuck. Fuck! FUCK!!!!"

Rebecca bucked like a bull and pounded her fists against the headboard and the wall, but I kept sucking on her and twisting my fingers in her pussy until she subsided.

Rebecca collapsed on her side, panting. I curled up beside her and put a hand on her thigh. She put her hand on top of mine and gently squeezed me.

"That was amazing. Truly unbelievable." she said.

She then sat up and looked me right in the eye.

"But I want more." she said, steel in her voice.

I knelt in front of her and Rebecca put her long legs around my hips. She shuffled forward until my throbbing cock was pressed against her scalding hot pussy. She held my shoulders as we faced each other. Rebecca angled her pelvis back and I started to slip into her.

In that moment I thought about Mel, and what he would do to me if he found me with my dick in his girlfriend. He would kill me. He would beat be severely, break my neck and piss on my carcass. But there was Rebecca staring at me with need and want in her beautiful eyes. I kissed her and pushed until I slid inside her.

Oh the warm enveloping depths. Such delight. I held tightly onto Rebecca and gently inhaled her soft smell. I kissed her neck as she began to rise and fall slowly on my cock. I held her under her arms to help as she pumped on my cock. Her breasts slid up and down my chest, her pert nipples stroking me. Her breasts jiggled as she landed, fully impaled on my pole.

Rebecca grunted and moaned as she took my length inside her again and again. Soon I picked her up and put her on her back, I was still inside her and now lay on top of her. I thrust into her powerfully, and Rebecca moved under me, pushing up and pulling away. This girl really knew how to fuck!

Rebecca curled her legs up over my back and clung to my shoulders. She arched her back in delight.

"Oh God this is wonderful." she said "You are fabulous."

I just smiled, then said "Turn over."

I pulled out of her and Rebecca got up on her knees. I spat on my fingers and smeared it all over her pouting pussy lips. I got behind her and aimed my cock at her juicy tunnel. I slipped in with wonderful ease and started pumping into her again.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh." she cried each time I thrust into her.

I grabbed her hips and pulled her into me. My balls slapped against her making a smacking sound.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck me, Oh Christ, I'm going to cum." she shouted. "Oh yeah, fuck me, fucking Christ. Ohh, Uhh, Ahh, Arghhhhhhhh. Fuck yeah, Wooooo."

Her body quivered and shook with the power of her orgasm and her pussy clamped down on my cock tightly.

"Turn over, baby." I told her "I want to cum on your tits."

Rebecca flipped onto her back and I straddled her belly. Rebecca took hold of my cock with her fist and pumped me hard. A moment later, she placed my cock between her fabulous breasts. Those most amazing and perfect breasts, full and round, and firm and tender. She squeezed her tits together over my cock and I quickly started thrusting. I fucked her tits with the tip of my cock poking out the top every time. I was a glorious thing to see.

"Oh Rebecca, that is wonderful. It feels so good. Oh God, I'm going to cum. Arrrrrrrrrrrrgh, Ugh, Ugh, Ahhhhh."

Shot after shot of cum spewed forth from my cock. They landed on Rebecca's neck, her face and covered her tits.

I collapsed on top of Rebecca, kissing her face and smearing my love juice between us.

******

We slept in each other's arms all night. In the morning when we woke up, Sam and Steve were still asleep on the sofa. Mel had slept on the floor of the living room. He didn't seem to notice a thing wrong. He didn't ask where I had slept that night and all five of us spent the day together nursing hangovers and drinking coffee.

A few days later Rebecca dumped Mel and turned up at my apartment door in the middle of the night. We kissed then fucked every imaginable way until dawn. We were really good for a while. We took walks in the park together. We went to the gym together and sat naked in the sauna when we were alone. Rebecca would often walk around the house naked too or just in jeans. She knew she had a killer body, and didn't believe in hiding it.

One day I dropped by Rebecca's house to find her and Sam eating each other out on the sofa. They didn't seem embarrassed when I came in, and they certainly didn't invite me to join. Afterwards Rebecca took me aside and said that we shouldn't fuck anymore. She was quite specific that fucking was the only aspect of our lives that she wanted to change, but I couldn't take it that way. I was hurt and angry, and sought solace in the warmth of some slut's bed. When Rebecca found out, she was furious that I had betrayed her in that way. She screamed and shouted, and after I walked out of the house, I never saw her again.



Rebecca



I just wanted to be with Rebecca, that is how it was from the very beginning when first I saw her standing at the bus stop, looking so gorgeous and beautiful and, and with the purr-fect figure that makes a guy want to think of Spring and yes, another thing.

Never in a month of Sunday's did I ever think I would stand one iota of a chance with her, she was probably inundated with guys wanting to date her.

I didn't even want a bus, I only lived just down the road - I'd just popped to the corner store for a bit of shopping, came out and nearly dropped my purchases seeing Rebecca.

Well I wanted to grab her attention even though she appeared t be in a trance, so I stopped, joined her in the queue and pretended I was waiting for a bus too.

"It's a long time isn't it?" I said, perchance for me to chat her up, this fabulous girl

"What is, from now till Christmas?" she replied with an enticing smile that really said, come on then talk to me. 

I did;

"Nah," I flirted; "more like it's a long time I have been waiting for you." I 

"Not the bus?" she chuckled like she was teasing.

"Not the bus, just you, baby" I continued.

And from that point forward, even though I had to travel all the way back from Watford which was about ten miles - that's where she got off the bus - it was worth it. Already we had clicked like you do when you find the right girl and Rebecca was right for me. I felt it in my bones and points unmentionable - I didn't want to appear to be that forward, you know how it is with women, they like a touch of romance before anything else H huh all you down- trodden guys?

Qh! well most anyway, mind you I know of a few who don't!

But for this horny guy and to be quite blunt the shagging factor was the only thing on my mind as I quickly pecked her on the cheek as she left the seat beside me, st4retching her arm and waving as she alighted the bus.

But there it was, in my hand, her number on a piece of paper she had dug out of her handbag - women seem to have everything in their handbags, where would us guys be without them?, (in more ways than one.) And after she'd gone I was already having carnal thoughts of ways I'd like to be with her, she was tasty, that tight skirt wrapped so neatly around those so feminine thighs did everything for her, and me! - the creases, how the skirt rode up just to show a tantalising glimpse of knee and thigh was a sight to behold.

I got the bus back again, thinking of her all the way. Thinking of how it would be with her all the way! To be quite truthful when I got to bed that night I had a mission to achieve, thinking of Rebecca, all those fantasies so blue - hoping they would soon become reality.

I was stiff and aching, it was really exciting to think I had spoken with Rebecca and me and Freddy soon reached a very relieving climax (Freddy my name for him okay?)

My carnal thoughts were raging as I firmly masturbated, images of her sniffing me, and taking me in her mouth like Freddy was a big ripe cherry for the sucking, and she enjoying is all so much, stretching me back so tight, her tongue working overtime, and then that wonderfully ripe rich pink wet pussy. So lovely and ready for it.

And as I neared the Waterloo, just before my volcano erupted, I felt the throb of her deep fuck, urging me to fuck deeper and harder, her wet mouth covering mine with hot wet succulent French kisses as she heaved on top of me, her ripe breasts bustling and shaking.

Then the finale! We were both away enjoying the splendours of a good quality bonding to be sure. And I was back to reality, it was all a fantastic. But could I make it reality. I wanted to be inside her tight jeans, up her little black tight skirt. Sniffing and tasting her femininity, her scent. All those things turning my sex vibes on, roll on and lets talk more , lets see what she is really made of, what is inside that skirt, those tight jeans, that mind, would she want me as much as I her. I hoped so, I really wanted that.

I caught her the next morning, I got to know her times. I discovered how she preferred using the bus for work because parking problems. I was freely chatting to her now on the bus, it meant I would be an hour early for work, she worked at Sainsbury's starting at 8am and me, I am an office Walla starting at 9.

I managed to get a free seat next to her because, living a way back of course, she was already on the bus.

She seemed chatty enough with no hang ups, I liked her cheery disposition and thought I would delve further into her life, ask if she had a current boy friend - things like that.

Was I pleased when she said she'd finished with this guy called Josh because (in her words) he was a dick head, whatever that meant but I gather from what she said later that he had cheated on her.

"So you are free now, anyone in mind" I asked bravely

"Who's askin'" she smiled. I guess she knew already I was on the prowl.

Go for it I thought;

"Me!" "You askin' me for a date like?" she said.

"Yep"

She looked down, she seemed to be in thought, me thinking I'd made a mess of it, just asking her out of the blue like that without any build up at all.

"Let's give it a try" she said - "But I'll make mp promises. You seem to be a nice guy but you'll excuse me if I am a little despondent"

"I am a nice guy!" I charmed. Tonight then, see you on the bus later and maybe we can go for a drink or something"

"Rather you came to my place!"

I was taken aback, was she being forward or what. I took deep breathy and replied 'of course. I'd like that."

"No promises though, right?"

"Right' I answered not knowing quite what she meant. No promises of what? The mind boggled. All I said is "lets give it a whirl, no strings Huh?"

"Okay no strings."

Then she got up. "This is my stop so see you later erm erm, you know something, I don't even now your name?"

"Alex" I said.

"Nice one, and mine is Rebecca."

I smelt her perfume as she arose, looking rather gorgeous in her tight fitting black skirt and those legs adorned in sheer silk Smokey-grey tights looked a treat, the way she wiggled too. It was natural and so very feminine. Me feeling the surge again, I knew what I would be doing as soon as I got to the office, I would be early so there would be no one around - no more seat sniffin' - oops! That's another story, had this thing about Sue but she's left now and I certainly wouldn't fancy sniffing' that same seat now, because this very large woman has taken Sue's post and does absolutely nothing for me.

Shame that Sue had to go, she was caught shagging in the store room withy the under manager, he has gone tom because it was the director who found them.

So I never made it with Sue anyway.

But who cares, high hopes with Rebecca now, I wonder what it will be like with her. My imagination was working overtime though and that's a fact -me spread out on my cosy turnstile chair, wanking myself. Nice one!

Then it happened, at the office lunchtime. Rebecca looked absolutely ravishing and stunning, and I was absolutely honoured by this wonderfully formed female asking me if it was still on for tonight at her place.

"You bet" I replied quickly.

"I have fixed it that we can have some dinner together, it's be Sainsbury's instant though, do you mind?" I couldn't believe my luck. Did I mind she was asking me and that word instant made my carnal thoughts bubble again, thinking something like if only I could take her instantly right now, how delicious would that be!

"Of course I don't mind, Rebecca, just to be with you is something!"

She smiled in a way that I am sure she knew what I was thinking, there she sat on her swivel chair at her desk and, twisting around, gave me just a very quick shifty between those slightly parted thighs, then she shuffled in her seat, getting comfy she called it, my wicked mind imagining I was that seat, the perfume, the nectar of fresh hot pussy, imagine! But the question was, will she let me into her skirt tonight and will she give me the full showing of pure unadulterated red hugging see -through panties luring my face into her and hopefully not long after my very keen hungry throbbing cock deep inside her magnificence. Feeling her secret, the surge of those magical vibes enwrapping me in the soft sweetness of her ripe honey tasting pussy, all warm and wet and ready for the wet fuck.

"Please God, let it be!" I kept wishing and it was always the same, with any new date, would she or wouldn't she first time too.

Or would she be one of those girls who don't do it first date but say they will do something for you. I guess just to keep you interested or something like that. It does the trick usually, and I have had some wonderful mouth shags that way not to mention those vibrant stiff jerking wanks.

And yet I felt Rebecca was something more than just a cheap wank, I couldn't imagine her suggesting that, no she'd want to go all the way or nothing, well wouldn't she?

I couldn't wait for home time, twice I'd relieved myself in the toilet, the surge was too great to stifle, I wonder if Rebecca had noticed lunch time, when she rested her head on my shoulder, like I belonged already, and enjoyed that wonderfully stimulating French kiss with me against the wall in a quiet corner of the canteen. She must surely have seen my lunch basket was full then, she could have even felt it when she brushed her knee against my crotch be it deliberately or accidentally, I like to think it was the former, that she was preparing me for after instant dinner tonight.

I had taken in her perfume now, it was stunning and so special and so appealing. All the time my cock is quietly and secretly throbbing beneath my trousers and it would be easy to shift into the toilet again and see to the little devil, but no, Jeffrey one of my office colleagues, had already enquired if I had a bowel problem! - if I was going to be lucky later the worst thing that could happen is that I would be all spent out. I am thinking Rebecca would not be at all impressed by that..

So my little devil, lately of the big kind, had to simmer down beneath the calm under my trousers and I had to think of things apart from the ache there everything I thought of Rebecca in that very tight black skirt with the lap creases which did it all for me, wanting to get inside it and lavish her wonderful femininity to the fore, to smell her and taste her to my delight and I'd finish with the most wonderful delightful throbbing fuck ever inside her wonderfully prepared wet warm pussy..

Well somehow I managed to get through the day not wanking any more, the work input was busy which helped. Come five o'clock I gathered my coat and said the usual ' see yer's tomorrow' not having to0ld anyone of my date.

It was going to be between just me an Rebecca and when I met her at the appointed place she was there with her ravishing welcoming smile.

"Guess we'd better catch our bus - but you are getting off at my place tonight Huh?" she smiled with an inviting look.

I said 'Nope' we are travelling in my car.

"Didn't think you had a car with using the bus, Alex?"

"I use the bus because it's easier - there is never anywhere to park for free, and I am a mean sod!"

"Hope you are not mean in other ways, Alex?"

"Other ways, how other ways? I prompted

"'Ill tell you later" she replied with a very sumptuous grin that worked me up again, well not just that but her closeness now as she took my arm and let me lead hear to where my car was parked. Me feeling so good with this ravenous female walking beside me in a way that only women like her walk, with that very sensuous sway of the hip which gives a guy very sensual feeling beneath, imagining how she would be, swaying her hips the way she did when having her on top, feeling her working herself to my throb and giving me what I crave for, her very wet and deep thrusting hungry fuck!

"Alex? She asked as we got into the car, my eyes focussed on those wonderful, knees as she rode up her skirt to sit down, giving me the second glimpse of the day of her gorgeous thighs.

"Yes, Rebecca?"

"Do you mind a takeaway? All this has happened so fast I have not prepared anything you see, but I promise, if we hit it off, I will cook you the most fantastical meal next time."

Then after a short pause she continued; "And besides it will give us more quality time to get acquainted right?"

I was happy just to be with her, to take in her perfume that was so very atmospheric, it did everything for her and could it be, the way things were going, that is wouldn't be long now?

"Down Freddy" I murmured.

"Freddy, who is Freddy, Alex?"

Not realising she had heard I sort of hesitated for a reply but ended up saying I would introduce her later. "You have a brother, that's it?" she continued inquisitively

"Let's just say Freddy is an extension of myself" I returned.

"Oh! You mean a sort of guardian angel or something like that, Alex?

"Something like that" I grinned and at last she stopped the questions and there was me thinking that perhaps later, if she was ready to discover Freddy and what he was all about, what a laugh we would have!

She was a warm and happy human being, that soon came over as we sat and chatted on her gorgeous red velvet lined sofa as we enjoyed our Chinese takeaways.

Both the meal and Rebecca were equally as enticing and I was so happy all seemed to be going well. When she went to get up I kissed her on the cheek thanking her for her hospitality and she chuckled saying how old fashioned I was in my approach.

"Would you like me to be any other way, Rebecca?" I asked diligently.

"Of course not!" she almost snapped back, you are fine just the way you are and she gathered the debris from the coffee table, dumped the used containers and went to the kitchen with the used cups. I followed her, interested to discover just how Rebecca's environment was, did she have a garden and all that. But most importantly I had a compulsion to be close to her, like there was this very special chemical reaction between the both of us and I imagined she felt it too, she certainly seemed to enjoy the touch of my palms around her slim waist as she stood at the sink rinsing.

I soon found myself instinctively snuggling against her warm and curvy form, little surges of energy shooting up my spine as I thought I felt a tiny wiggle.

I heard her sigh deeply.

"I need a shower, Alex, Do you mind? I always have one when I have finished work, sets me off for a relaxing evening, and I want to relax with you."

She smiled almost provocatively I thought and I nodded that it was fine.

She said to watch TV if I wanted and there were lots of CD's to choose from.

I felt comfortable and complete, like I had known Rebecca forever, and looking through her CD's she seemed to have the same musical tastes as I do and certainly the classics which was a rare thing. But I couldn't settle. All the time I was imagining Rebecca in the shower. This so horny and lusty brute was boiling over with anticipation of what the evening may bring.

And for me to be asked to a girl's pad was something, but already Rebecca had commented on that saying I was sexist to even think that.

If that's the way Rebecca wanted it I was happy. I almost felt inclined to find the bathroom and take a peek but I imagined that may just spoil everything, this was a girl who wanted to do everything her way I felt and I would happily go with that.

And burring away in my mind, were wild imaginings again, of just how Rebecca would be in a sexual connotation, that she may like to be in charge and whatever that would involve, a flash of me hand strapped ton the bed rail on all fours while she had her way with me seemed very real and very formidable, and I sensed myself going with that full package, if that is what she wanted, I would be game, I would be everything she wanted hook, line and sinker and ho mistake, my whole body shivered in contemplation 

As I sat there, Freddy was aching again, so I gently smoothed my palm over his bulge tucked away there, as of trapped, beneath my trousers, almost urging me to release him from his small space which needed expansion. Just hearing the trickle of the shower I gently massaged him, even talked to him saying soon everything would be alright, and he would get the gratification he needed so desperately. Talk about people who talked to animals, I talked to my own penis! But then I guess he is a sort of an animal, he certainly behaves that way - like a devil to his own when he really gets going and that's no mistake, and there is no stopping him until he is completely happy, now I was thinking if Rebecca wanted that, or should I attempt to tone down first time.

How can you tell until the ship has sailed so to put it. I had no idea of just how Rebecca would be like sexually, apart from my wild fantasies and imaginings, but each to their own, for me each new relationship was special in its own way and I am sure Rebecca would be that and more.

When she appeared again she was dressed in the most alluring and delightful mint blue bath wrap and looked so huggable and becoming and... well need I say more.

Feeling a little sour compared with her sweet freshly bathed scent I felt a little disordered, that I should indeed be as sweet smelling as she, that it was important so I asked her if I should shower. She said that she liked to because it washed the day or work away and she leave that behind but of course, if that is what I wanted I was more than welcome to use her shower.

I took the initiative and then she said something that really made me think, well I am in, I am on a promise and you know what that was?

"You will need a change of underwear no doubt, I will get you a pair of my boxers." "Your boxers. But? ..."

She laughed and once again told me how old fashioned I was. "It is okay, they are unisex you know - and anyway I have a pair so red, plum red in fact, they would suit you so well, would you like to wear them?"

"Well yes, of course, will be delighted to" and she said she'd place them on the bathroom chair for when I finished

"And a bath wrap perhaps, Rebecca, would you like me to wear that?" "I don't think so, the boxer shorts will be entirely sufficient."

"Erm, you mean, well - just the boxer shorts, nothing else?"

"You are not slow in coming forward are you Alex?" she teased and I must have been showing my excitement because she commented on my flush. I could feel the heat all over and I knew Freddy was in bulge mode.

She noticed alright, her eyes glowing as she looked down... "Be off with you then Alex, get yourself sweetened up."

She looked so gorgeous sat there and talking to me in that sort of commanding way. She was all I wanted ever! I stepped into the shower withy a huge uprising below but tempered it down by flushing some cold water from the shower head, which consequently made me stiffer and harder would you believe. If only Rebecca could have seen me I wonder what she would have thought, run a mile perhaps or what? The 'or what' was the more appealing reaction and I generously applied the all in one shampoo and shower gel to my body which seemed like it was like pins and needles all over, a certain numbness which cried out to be gratified by the touch of a female form, Rachel's to be exact and to me, standing there in the shower, still attempting to temper my erection, to hold it back - thinking I didn't need or what to disappoint Rebecca if that is part of what she wanted, and me thinking if it wasn't I was going to able in a right old state later.

I emerged from the shower after I slipped on Rebecca's boxer shorts, feeling so warm and sensual as I stepped bare feet into the lounge where Rebecca was waiting, listening to some soothing music, stretched out on the sofa looking beautiful. 




Rebecca



Was all this really true, was it make who could be so lucky! 

She moved her legs in a way that made me delight and thrill, slightly opening to reveal a tempting glimpse of velvet red thong between the cool white thighs - and then placing her feet on the rich red pile carpet and prompting me, by slapping her hand on the seat next to her, to join her.

I got the idea that this woman loved the reds and I had to agree, that for her and her colouring, her rich brunette hair and delicious tanned skin made her a real Alex attraction of the month, and me hoping for more.

"Glad you wanted to see me tonight, Alex" she whispered so sweetly. "I have wanted to see you for a long while?" I replied

"I guessed, the way you were always eyeballing me, and you didn't know it - but I saw you sniffing my seat in the office, while I was seeing the boss - or so you thought. Pretending you had knocked something off my desk indeed and kneeling down to pick it up, with the quick sniff action - I saw it all you know!" I was so embarrassed. I had been so careful too. I couldn't find the words, you'd think maybe she would be put off, but here she was, she'd invited me which speaks for itself.

"Don't be embarrassed, Alex. I felt flattered in a way - and I hope you liked what you sensed. By the time she had said that I was in a complete frenzy because, just for a moment, I felt the brush of her fingers along my thigh, her warm mouth touched my left cheek and momentarily her lips delicately touched mine in a way which was so utterly stimulating and thrilling.

I could hold back no longer, the way she was, everyth8ing about her demise, her body language spelt take me, have me and enjoy. I kissed her deep and wet, feeling the sensual delight of her tongue mingle with mine - and then it wasn't anything to do withy my wicked imagination of fantasies of the recent past but she really was touching me, the long slow kiss took me into her heaven, her exploring but gentle fingers bunching me there, it was so good and soon I was feeling the absolute delight and the thrill of feeling her warmth in those gorgeous full breasts , teasing my fingers beneath her bra, she undoing ot for me to feel her smothering of my face, already the animal inside me was brewing to say the least and her response was immediate.

"I want that you to come to bed with me and now!" and I was putty in her arms.

I was already hers completely as I sunk under her rose red duvet, her bath robe thrown to the side displaying the full spectacle of Rebecca with her very slinky burgundy underwear and so gorgeous lacy tie on thong - now I could really feel her whole body press to mine and so divine. she sensually removed my boxer shorts with gently moving fingers, teasing the brim so delicately, hearing her so wonderful sounds of sheer pleasure as her lips touched mine again, but this time her hand massaging me firmly and deeply, it was so good feeling that touch I had yearned for, and so good hearing her sighs of pleasure, when she took my throb deep into her mouth that first time it was like nothing I have sensed before, her cool mouth working the plum of my so aching stiff cock, the tip of her tongue working me, her other hand balling me to a degree I was completely in heaven, Rebecca's heaven.

Now I could really sniff her as she prompted me too, now you can sniff for real I heard my self announce, the touch and taste of sheer wet and ripe pussy and the scent too as I started to enjoy each sinew with my tongue, we both having so wonderful and simultaneous oral sex was divine. It is just a miracle what sexual achievement can do for the senses, it is the most wonderful thing so shed all you wanton secrets and be completely yourself.

Rebecca was the perfect accomplice sexually and mentally, we were a together item in no time at all and I know I will marry her, I know that - and for me that is an absolute revolution. Rebecca just has that effect on me and when we fuck, it is for us the mother of fucks, we enjoy each bother to the helm in every way and I would not want to change that for the world or for any other woman.

Rebecca is truly my woman forever ...



Rebecca



I was a regular at a small club that was known to be a "meat market." Women of a certain age, divorced and horny were there often. I was there every Friday night and the occasional scattered evenings throughout the week but mostly on Fridays. I knew who the regulars were and their preferences. I also knew who the witches, the desperate, the players, and the losers were. There was a smattering of women that were there to dance and a smattering of people that did not seem to belong. I was one of those.

I was too reserved to have much luck with the women but I liked the atmosphere, the music, and the cheap draft beer. I also loved watching the women maneuver around each other for prime men and the men maneuver towards the best looking women or the easy lays. I was not among those men. 

I have a smallish cock, just under the average size. The few women I had luck with had shown disappointment when they first saw it and had apparently spread the word of my shortcomings. Even though I was a good lover and made sure the women had multiple orgasms I was still seldom treated to a fuck.

Some of the more drunk women did come to me but usually some guy came over and picked her off. It seldom bothered me much since fucking a drunk woman seemed un-sportsmanlike to me but I did find it disappointing.

A redhead that seemed to be an outlier became an acquaintance and we had occasional conversations. We had danced a couple of times and were friendly enough but she was the wing girl to a blonde perhaps five years older than she so I though they were looking for two men, I was always alone.

Her blonde friend had big tits and a fine body. She apparently also had money so in a place like that she was a star. I had never spoken to her.

Once the redhead had asked me, "Why don't you like Laura?"

"I don't know Laura and she is too busy to add me to her list of admirers, and I prefer redheads anyway," I answered with a smile.

She had giggled and kissed my cheek before rejoining her friend.

The redhead had very red hair and very white skin but I could see no freckles. Her green eyes were large and mesmerizing. Her ass and tits were very nice and so was her voice. She seemed to glide as she walked and always had a somewhat amused smile on her face. I had always treated her with respect and had never made a move on her. However each time I saw her I smiled and told her I was happy to see her and meant it. Then I gave her all the room she needed. 

She could tell I liked her and I was not going to try to seduce her so she at times would come to me and act like we were together until some guy lost interest in her. I would then be rewarded with a kiss. The kisses were soft and sweet and I was hooked on them.

Although many nights she and the blonde left with at least one guy I never saw her leave with a guy herself. I began to suspect she was there mostly for the threesomes with her friend.

That previous Friday she seemed to be having a bad evening so I sent her flowers. I asked the flower girl to not tell her who sent them figuring the gift would distract her and she would cheer up a little. 

However the redhead immediately came up to me and after a very nice kiss she said, "Thanks, I really needed this." She kissed me again then returned to her friend's table. Her friend Laura apparently asked her who had sent her flowers and the redhead pointed at me and blew me a kiss. Laura seemed to be confused.

So was I. How did she know I sent the flowers? I had made sure she did not see me talking to the flower girl and I did not see her talk to the redhead. On their way out that evening the redhead stopped and kissed my lips before following her friend and a guy with big hands out the door.

Still I was surprised that following Friday when the redhead sat at the bar next to me and bought me a beer. She told me her name was Rebecca and was a bookkeeper for a dispatch company. I told her my name and that I was a teacher.

"We had guessed you were a professor of some kind. Math?"

"Science. Do you have any kids in this school district?"

"No, I live in the town ten miles west although my house is just two left turns and four traffic lights from here. Do you live far?"

"No, two left turns and four miles west."

"Huh, we are practically neighbors. Lets dance."

It was a slow song and she pressed her tits to my chest immediately. My cock pressed her abdomen immediately and I sensed she was judging its size. I did not have any hopes in that regard so I just enjoyed the dance.

When the song ended she gave me a quick kiss on the lips then headed towards her blonde friend. I returned to my bar stool not expecting to see her the rest of the evening but three minutes later she was again sitting next to me.

She said, "Laura said she didn't mind taking both guys home with her, she does that sometimes. Some of those times I get jealous but most nights I just go home. Tonight I am relieved. Both of those guys just fuck and say goodbye, that's how she likes it."

"And you don't?"

"Oh, sometimes I do and those two are well endowed. But I like people that make love to me and not just my pussy."

"I though that was the point of that endeavor in the first place."

"Not for any of the other guys here, all they want is a pussy to fuck. What is my name?"

"Rebecca."

"You still know my name after an hour, the guys with Laura still don't know mine after several months." I decided not to tell her I had known her name for months. 

"Are you ready to take me home?" She asked.

I knew I would have to risk the look of disappointment in her and hesitated. Somehow she understood, smiled then took my hand and walked us out.

I unlocked and opened the passenger car door for her and as soon as she sat she unzipped my slacks and pulled out my already erect cock. After she slurped it into her mouth she said, "Your cock is bigger than your hands say."

She kissed my cock then closed her door. I hurriedly shoved my dick back into my pants and got in my seat. I was on the wide boulevard on the way west when she took my right hand and slid it to her naked pussy. I could see her panties crammed into her purse. I caressed her clit area as I drove.

"Your house is closer," she said amid a moan.

We were naked on my bed within three minutes of arriving. She coaxed me to my back and sucked my cock briefly then impaled herself on it. A long sigh later she pressed her body to mine and began a kiss.

She really needed that kiss and I was surprised to learn I needed it too. I caressed her naked body from her ass to the back of her neck. The kiss continued. I embraced her tightly to me. She rubbed her face on mine and resumed the kiss. My cock began to twitch.

"Are you going to cum already?"

"No, I can last through your second one."

"We'll see," she said with a grin and began the fuck.

I in fact lasted through her third cum. 

After we caught our breath I gently stopped her from getting off me by softly putting my hands on her ass cheeks. I wanted her to know I was happy where she was. She giggled then kissed me as she pressed her tits to my chest.

We kissed until my spent cock slid out of her pussy.

"Hmm, we forgot condoms," she said.

"If you are worried if you are pregnant don't be, I had a vasectomy. If you are worried about my health don't be, this is my first time to forget since I felt the need to use them with my wife."

"How long ago was that?"

"Five years ago although four months ago, she picked me up at the club. She told me she was getting re-married as we fucked."

"You have gone four months without pussy?"

"Yes, I have no seduction skills."

"Dixie and Jenny said they spent a night with you."

"All they wanted was for me to watch them eat each other's pussy then they left. All I got was a handjob. Neither spent the night, in fact neither spent an hour."

"They do love head, I have had to force myself out of their bed to go home every time. Dixie told me your cock was not large but most definitely useful. If Jen had not wanted to leave she would have fucked you."

"That is nice to hear but you must be better a pussy lover than I am."

She smiled, she had just confessed she ate pussy and I was not disturbed by the news.

We kissed. She slid to my side and draped an arm and a leg over me. "Covers please."

She had decided she was spending the night. I was surprised and very happy to see that.

I covered us up and turned the lamp off.

She kissed my neck and said, "Your cock is easily big enough for me and you use it well. Orgasms are the payoff and I had fine orgasms. Thanks."

"Thank you. I loved loving you."

"Yes, I could tell. You are right, you are a pushover for redheads."

I chuckled as she giggled then we fell asleep as we kissed.

It was dawn when I awoke as her hand was caressing my rapidly rising cock. She was still asleep and before my cock began to demand action she stopped.

When I awoke in the morning she was fucking me softly. I was not sure she was completely awake then but I began to caress her anyway. She had a small orgasm then stopped.

"I need to pee."

"Me too. I also need a shower."

We got up, peed, brushed our teeth with my toothbrush, and then took a shower together. We kissed often and after she soaped down her pussy I put the showerhead on pulse then knelt down to spray it.

"Thank you," she said after her orgasm. I kissed her pussy and replaced the showerhead then gently pinned her to the shower wall and lifted her leg at the knee then fucked her for a few minutes as we kissed. It was apparently something new to her and she seemed to enjoy it. After her orgasm we toweled each other dry then went back to bed. She opened her arms and legs to me and I began a long slow fuck. After her next orgasm I began a hard and fast fuck and spilled myself in her when her next orgasm hit.

I rolled us to our sides with my cock still in her. We kissed then went back to sleep. Thirty minutes later I got up and fixed breakfast for us. She was about to put her dress on when I went to get her but put it down when she saw I was still naked then followed me back to the kitchen. We kissed between bites.

She said, "Your cock goes from nearly non-existent to nice more than any cock I have ever seen. I think that unless you have a full erection the ladies would not know the ultimate size of your cock. Yours goes from one inch to six, an impressive percentage of growth. Don't be alarmed when you see me just watch it become erect. I love it when the head suddenly emerges from your foreskin, it's like it says Ta Da."

"Hmm, maybe I should write that on a business card."

She giggled and kissed me then we fell into a comfortable silence. Then as we sipped our coffee she asked me, "What are your plans for today?"

"Work a little on my patio. Come, bring your coffee." 

She followed me out the door after first checking that no one could see us. We sat on my outdoor chairs by a table and I gave her time to take in my little tropical jungle.

"I love this. Do you drink your coffee here in the morning?"

"Yes, although this is my first time to do so naked."

She smiled and we let silence envelope us again for a while.

"Do you like me?" she asked.

"Yes, yes I do."

"Take me out on a date tonight."

"In fact I was thinking of asking you go to the Steve Winwood concert tonight. As of yesterday they had plenty of seats."

"He was the singer for Cream?"

"No. Blind Faith and Traffic, then solo."

"Either way, yes, I would love to go with you."

"Good. Do you like me?"

"Absolutely. You have always treated me as a lady even though you had ample evidence I was not. You have taken me to more orgasms in one night and morning than anyone ever has in any month. You are the first to love me in years. Thanks for leaving the fuck until last, I did need someone to love me first."

"Is that your phone ringing?"

In answer she bolted out of her chair and ran inside. I already loved her ass. 

She returned as she was telling her caller that, "I'm drinking coffee nude in his patio.

Yes I spent the night.

OK, tell me about Harley and Evo, did they take you where you wanted to be?

Really? Did it hurt?

Wow, you are one brave woman.

No, I have a date for tonight; we are going to a concert. But Tim will be there and so will Randall so you will have all the company you want.

Yes I know nobody eats pussy like me but you can teach them. I can have you for lunch all next week if you need it.

OK, bye."

"You two work together?"

"No, she is my boss' ex-wife but still fucks him at times. She eats lunch with him often and I eat her pussy sometimes. And no I don't fuck him."

'Where are your kids?"

"My only son is in the Air Force in Bossier City. Yours?"

"My only daughter married two years ago. She lives in Dallas."

"So all we have is each other?"

"Yeah, bummer."

I fended off her attack as best I could but I somehow ended up with her pussy on my face when she sat on the table in front of me. I retaliated by sucking her clit until she surrendered. Then we went back to bed and took a nap.

We fixed lunch together then at last dressed and I took her home. She had a very nice house in a very nice neighborhood.

She noticed my admiration and said, "My ex is a lawyer for a big firm. When I filed for divorce his firm told him to settle quietly and let me have everything I wanted. I had caught him sucking his boss' dick. 

It was his boss that had panicked, I already knew my husband sucked cock. We swapped with another couple so I could eat pussy and he could give blowjobs. We were basically roommates by then and our son was out of the house. His boss wanted me out of his life so I filed.

I got the paid for house and two thousand a week. I don't need to work but I do out of boredom and I don't know why I am telling you all this. Not even Laura knows that."

"I will keep your secret. What was it again?"

I got a kiss for my touch of dementia. My first thoughts were that her divorce settlement was twice as much as my salary. It also occurred to me that no one from the club had ever been to her house, not even Laura.

I returned to her house at six and we went downtown and had fries and a beer at the Hard Rock next to the venue. The concert was fine, better than expected but less than I hoped for, which was a Blind Faith/Traffic concert although I knew some of those guys were dead. He did do some songs from that part of his career and I was pleased that his voice had held up.

We ate a very late dinner at a large Vietnamese restaurant on the way home and again ended up on my bed. We made love softly before going to sleep.

We again took a shower together the next morning then had coffee naked on my patio. After she finished her coffee Rebecca sat on the table in front of me and I ate her pussy between sips from my mug.

She told me that I was the first man to make love to her pussy and that she and her pussy were thrilled. "Most give head out of a sense of duty," she said.

After her orgasm she made me sit on the table and sucked my cock as she finished her coffee. I stopped her from pushing me to cum in her mouth, I told her I knew for a fact it was too nasty a taste. My confession seemed to make her even hornier and we found ourselves back in bed with her fucking the hell out of me.

It was time for me to take her home then it was time for me to leave her house. Both were a lot more difficult than expected. We left things with, "If we run into each other some time we may do this again."

Thursday afternoon I called her and asked if she would like to go to the baseball game that night. She said yes.

We slept on my bed again that night but did not fuck until the next morning before the shower.

That Friday night I stayed home although I could not think of a reason why I did. Rebecca called me about ten and asked if I was OK. I assured her I was and then she asked if I had company. I assured her I didn't and she said she was happy to hear that too. Half an hour later she was knocking at my door. 

After she kissed me hello she went directly to my shower. I had a small snack and some Port wine over ice ready for her when she got out. She gave me a description of the night at the club but no hint on what she was doing herself other than to say that it felt weird to be there. She also said she liked the Port wine. We went to bed and made love for a long time before falling asleep.

When I awoke the following morning my cock was in her mouth. When she saw I was awake she said, "Coffee is ready," and walked towards the kitchen. After I peed and brushed my teeth I found her still nude in my patio. I kissed her lips and we drank our coffee in silence as we watched butterflies work my flowers.

"Are you busy today?" she asked.

"Sort of, I planned to go see a lecturer at the Science Museum."

"Lecturing about?"

"Paleontology. It is fun to listen her tell about adventures and mishaps on digs. Would you like to go with me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

We went back to bed and made love then ate breakfast. 

The paleontologist was funny and insightful and Rebecca bought the woman's new book and had it autographed.

"A present for you," Rebecca said as she handed it to me. I kissed her right there next to T. rex.

We spent perhaps a couple of hours wandering around the museum holding hands and she was comfortable enough to put her hand on my crotch as we enjoyed the planetarium show.

"Do you always get an erection for the Horsehead nebula?" she asked me as we walked to my car.

"Yes, I have always been turned on by it."

I got my butt swatted then a kiss.

She asked me to take her to her house first before we went to mine. She got a dress and some shorts and blouse and a small toiletries bag. I picked up some fried chicken dinners for us and went home.

We put things away then as we ate the chicken she said, "We are going to make love then shower before we go to my class reunion. I had no intention of going until I realized we like to be together and best of all we look good together. That will keep some of the creeps away from me."

We made love then I fucked the hell out of her, we definitely needed a shower after that.

She had a fine time at her reunion and I had a fine time watching her. When we returned to my house we cuddled together and just went to sleep.

The next morning we again had coffee naked in my patio and I again ate her pussy then fucked her while she sat on the patio table. Fucking as she sat on a table was a first for her she said.

We were drinking our second coffee when she asked, "Any plans for today?"

"No, not really."

"Good. Let's stay home and do nothing. We can stay naked in case anything comes up. We can cook lunch and dinner together and there are three baseball games we can watch."

"Great plan," I said and we did just that.

Early that evening she went home to get some spices she had that I didn't and brought her work clothes for the next day. We had a nice dinner, watched the west coast game until something came up again for the fourth time that day so we went to bed for another long love making session.

We managed to get ready for work the next morning without any incidents and she spent the following Tuesday night with me then Thursday night through Sunday night then did so again the following week. On one of the occasions I drove her home she pulled me to her bed and fucked me there.

"I was wanted to see if it felt different here. Other than my ex you are the only one that I have ever had on this bed. It feels different and I did not enjoy it as much, I prefer your bed," she said.

One week after that she was living with me. I was not surprised even though we had never discussed it but nearly each day for two weeks I had helped her bring some stuff from her house to mine. She said my house was closer to her work but I knew that would have saved her only five minutes so I understood she just wanted to live with me. I was not surprised to learn I wanted her to live with me.




Rebecca



At the club each Friday night she visited with all her friends and I was at times in the middle of conversations with some but especially Laura and Dixie. It was easy for people to assume we were now a couple although I allowed her all the freedom she wanted. Each night I dreaded that she would go home with someone else however what she mostly wanted to do was kiss me. All including us had assumed whatever our relationship was would be a temporary one. 

Dixie and Laura were the only women we took home. I fucked Dixie a few times while she ate Rebecca's pussy and vice-versa although my cum always went into Rebecca. We shared Dixie several times but Rebecca stopped inviting her over and that threesome abruptly ended. I never asked why.

I felt it might upset Rebecca if I fucked Laura when she was on my bed so I did not. Laura was very puzzled. I dawned on me that what confused her was the fact that I preferred Rebecca to her.

On our third night as a threesome I watched Rebecca and Laura fuck then I made love to Rebecca as Laura watched. When I finally had my orgasm as Rebecca was on her third we noted Laura was gone. She never came to my home again.

The Friday of the following week we had been at the club maybe ten minutes when Rebecca took my hand in hers and walked us out. We went to a movie.

Five years passed before we went back to the club. The place was still a meat market. Laura and Dixie were there and looked like they had aged rapidly even though they were our age or so. Their conversation with Rebecca was short lived; they no longer had anything in common.

We found it difficult to believe we once loved it there. But our reaction was understandable; we were an old married couple by then.

We decided to move to a town on the coast and the sale of her house easily covered our next patio home. She became a substitute elementary teacher and I continued my teaching career. We would travel during the summers and on school breaks,

She resumed eating pussy on our bed and I resumed fucking her as she did. I however never fucked the other woman. She had not asked me to abstain but had showed her gratitude as soon as the woman left.

The town very much became home and we loved most people in it.

Then we met some aliens and the town moved.



Rebecca



It was the first weekend of the Christmas holidays, but I was still living in my student house in Canley, by my university. I wanted to get a few days of studying in before I went back home to my parents, but I was also determined to meet at least one more girl before I went back too.

A friend had told me about a new lesbian chat app called Bluebird, and ever since I downloaded it a month ago I had been on it every two seconds. My profile was a genuine one: I was 20, I said I was a student, interested in having a laugh and fooling around – my picture was pretty flattering too, one of me in two French braids, exhibiting the shaved side of my head that I was still secretly quite excited about. I'm slim, but I didn't want to put my weight on my profile as I saw that as too weird. My healthy light brown skin hung tight around my face, and although I present as quite boyish, I have long feminine eyelashes that I love to flaunt. Picking a profile picture reminded me of all the things I liked about my body, you see.

Within about a week, I had started chatting to around 4 or 5 girls, but was too scared to meet up with any of them. A rather forward girl named Rebecca, however, saw through this, bit the bullet, and asked for my number anyways.

We swapped digits and agreed to meet up to go shopping on Saturday, I was excited but cynical, we got along swimmingly over chat, and I really couldn't deny how hot she looked on her profile. Still, I didn't want to get my hopes up.

On Saturday, I was sat at the mall, outside a café, chomping down a large dumpling soup with a close buddy of mine, who was chaperoning me just in case things went pear-shaped. I got a call from Rebecca, and after some directions, she finally arrived through the mall doors to where I was. I looked around, waving, unsure who she was, what she looked like in person.

"Oh. I think that's her." I said to my friend, as my eyes snapped onto a short, shapely brunette in a tight fitting dress, stood with a young well-dressed black boy, looking around nervously. 

"Shit," I thought to myself, "she really is attractive."

We introduced ourselves, asked about home-towns, plans for Christmas, and our progress with Christmas shopping. We eventually got up and looked around to get some more shopping done, walking together with our two friends behind us. She was giggling, but her gaze was steady, her green eyes alert and inquisitive. It took all of my energy not to grab her there and then, her pert butt, her slim waist, all subtly visible through the dress. I smirked to myself, but I was nervous too.

We split up from our friends later on to do more clothes shopping. I was thoroughly enjoying being alone with her. My chaperone, Elliott, was contently browsing by herself, but after an hour or so she texted me to ask if I was okay from here. I decided to regroup.

"It was cool meeting you Rebecca. Your eyes are ridiculous by the way." Elliott joked.

We all laughed and Rebecca blushed.

"What the fuck, Elliott? That's my job!" I laughed, I knew Elliott was straight and had a boyfriend, so she was genuinely just being nice. Besides, I 100% agreed with her.

I hugged Elliott goodbye, and she took the train home. Rebecca and I were alone. I kept imagining her cute little voice squealing with pleasure, I wondered what sorts of noises she made when she was being pleasured, I wanted to feel her skin on mine, to make her sweat... I tried to control my thoughts as best I could, and hoped her trusting face didn't detect any of my nastiness. I didn't want to do anything she wasn't into. We chatted away for another half an hour, and I didn't want to go. I liked us. She looked at me and asked me what I was doing tonight. I said nothing. I blurted out that she could come over to mine if she wanted. She did want.

****

As soon as the door shut behind me I looked deep into her eyes, I could hear my own breath. She draped her arms around my neck and pushed her soft mouth into mine. I tasted her wet tongue, pushing mine against it, biting her lips, inhaling her own heavy breath. I took no time in grabbing her waist like I had thought about it earlier, squeezing her butt. She whimpered and pushed her face into mine. It was as if I couldn't get enough of her body on me.

We clambered on to the bed, I brushed my lips along her jawline, biting, licking her neck, my favourite part of girls' bodies. Rebecca's eyes were sexily glazed over, we were moving like animals. As I slipped her out of her dress and kissed her soft breasts she grabbed my head and whimpered again. I loved every noise she made. I could smell her getting wetter and wetter. I wanted to hurt her a little bit. I wanted to make her scream and cling to me. I pushed my tongue against her hard pink nipples, pointy buttons in my mouth. She writhed.

"Uhhhhh-" more noises escaped her, out of shock and pure pleasure. She was writhing with every lap of her nipple I took.

The scent of her bare flesh was arresting. Her smell was everywhere, my face was buried in the soft, tight flesh of her torso. Her pretty voice, one that was describing what Christmas present she was going to get an hour ago was now out of words and onto sounds. I held on tight to her waist and back. I wanted all of her.

Pinching and massaging her nipples with my hands, I moved my head down to where the action was. There was a large wet patch on her knickers, stretched out into a rectangle between her thighs and ample butt-cheeks. Her flesh was so smooth and soft and erotic. I let out a low growl. I was very serious.

I flicked my tongue over her sex through the knickers. She arched her back and let out a loud moan. I did it again. Her breathing became shallow, her moans became shorter, guttural, frustrated. Everything about her was so beautiful. I could tell I was going to have trouble not seeing her all the time. My own pussy was soaking and throbbing, my nipples hardened into bullets. This could easily have been the most turned on I had been in my life. Her beautiful breasts clouded my view of her face as she arched her back. The whole thing felt so rich in eroticism. I was in ecstasy and we hadn't even really done anything yet.

I pulled her panties to the side and looked into Rebecca's pussy. I couldn't believe I was looking into Rebecca's pussy. I couldn't believe it was so beautiful, and so wet, for me. Wetness was oozing out of her as she was grinding the air, panting frustrated.

"Lick me PLEASE." she said finally, and at that instant I moved her panties out of the way and stuck my tongue into the centre of her vagina. Her sweet voice moaned, it almost sounded as if she were in some trouble, but she held my head in place and fucked it like an animal. I held on tight to her upper thighs, her skin was like that of a baby's. Her smell and her sexual vigour had me close to cumming myself. I could hear her large breasts bouncing about on her chest. Her breath was ragged, she was losing herself.

She eventually relaxed, panting to herself, and I moved back up, turning her over onto her stomach as I did so. I told her to bite down on the pillow, as I didn't want any more of her screaming to wake up my roomates. I felt so dark and dirty inside. I rubbed the palms of my hands all over her body, stopping them, making circles on her nipples. She arched her back again, pushing her neck and head into me, over my shoulder. I took the opportunity to bite on her neck again. I couldn't get enough of it.

I pushed my pussy against her soft cushiony butt. It felt so beautiful, feeling all our muscles pushing against each other to keep our smooth naked bodies tightly locked together. I felt like a seal or something.

Breathing into her neck, hearing her own rushed breath, I pushed my hand down into her pussy again, from the front. She pushed her head further back over my shoulder, and I looked down at the round globes of skin, her breasts and hard nipples, swinging about as she rode my hand. She was so tight, she moved so hard into my hands, her breasts began to slap against each other. We got faster, I could taste sweat as I bit down into her neck. I moved my other hand down to squeeze her clitoris. She let out a startled cry, her back stiffened up, but I didn't let go. She was beyond her own control. Her muscles seized. She bucked and squirted her juices onto my hand as her vaginal walls spasmed. I moaned with her, I was enjoying her so much.

Her voice cut off, her guttural screams caught in her throat as she panted, then screamed into the pillow. Her face twisted as she came. Her screams came out piercing and then wobbly, animalistic, with deep pants. I pressed my chest into her back and felt her breaths with her. I played with her nipples with one of my hands. She relaxed, but much slower this time. She rolled over and looked at me, I stared into her eyes. We held each other.



Rebecca



"So what do you think?"

My thesis partner turned his computer around and showed me a photo from freshman weekend. At our university almost all freshmen participate in freshman weekend - they go to the middle of nowhere, stay there for two days drinking, partying and general horseplay. My thesis partner was in charge of the whole shebang, so he'd obviously had a good look at most of the new students.

I looked at the screen. Facing the screen was a picture of him in a toga showing his hairy ass to the camera.

"Come on dude! That's not what I want to see!"

He looked non-plussed at me. I turned the computer back to him.

He started laughing.

"Sorry, must have hit something."

He clicked the computer and turned it back. I hid my eyes behind my hands.

"No, I can't take more of that horror!" I mocked jokingly.

"You'll like this one."

I looked at the screen. Staring back at me, obviously flirting with the camera, was a very cute little thing. The sun was shining, she was in a two piece bikini, and she was wearing sunglasses. She had perky tits, a flat stomach, absolutely beautiful red hair and freckles. I love freckles. They seem to signal innocence even though they won't disappear with slutty behavior.

"Nice! You bang her?"

He was in a committed relationship, but he was also working as a bar manager at night at a popular place downtown, and I knew he did a lot on the side.

"No, man. Not that I didn't try. But she didn't go for anyone. I did this one though."

He clicked through the pics and found another one. She was probably hotter than the first one, but she was not my type. Just a bit too much. Dye job overdone, tits shown off a bit too much, make-up a bit too heavy. For my taste that is. She'd probably be the right fit for a mens magazine.

He clicked through the pics again.

"Banged this one too. Not too proud of that though, but in one of the activities we had a treasure hunt in the forest, and I was sitting there all alone. And when her group left, she stayed and simply started blowing me. What am I to do?"

I laughed.

"Right. If they throw themselves at you like that, who are you to destroy their confidence?"

A couple of months later I was sitting at my office at the University, when my thesis partner stopped by. I had been elected student body president the year before, so I was usually in my office even though it was getting late. Our terms ran for 12 months and I was not sure, if I would run again. I had spent a year working as skiing instructor in Austria before I started studying world history. Probably the easiest task I've ever had. And so I spend my days drinking, smoking weed, picking up girls - doing absolutely everything that makes college famous except studying. It was no wonder when I dropped out a little into my third semester. Exiting the registrar's office I was at an all time low. I knew I had come to a cross roads. Spend my life chasing cheap empty thrills or throw myself fully into realizing my potential. 

The next semester I moved to a different part of the country and started studying political science as well as joining a youth party organization and the football team. Oh, there were lots of cheap thrills still - but this time they were secondary. Now at 27 I was getting ready for life as a true adult.

"I am truly amazed that you have this fantastic office and yet so few people come by."

I studied his expression gauging his intentions. Was he yanking my chain or up to something else?

"Well, watching me work is hardly anybody's idea of a fun way to spend their evenings." I pointed out with a sigh.

"But you know I have an idea. You're up for elections soon, right?"

I was silent for a moment. In politics stating anything but pure ambition is akin to committing seppuku. I might as well slice open my belly Japanese samurai style as admitting my doubts. But I knew he had my back. We never hung out outside of working on projects, but we had a huge mutual respect. And we had - and still have - each other's backs. Always.

"I'm not sure I'm running though. The party has gauged my interest in running for the coming European elections. And I can't do both."

He whistled.

"Wow! That's really awesome man! Congratulations!"

"Yeah, well. I haven't decided yet."

He looked at me with this sheepish grin that signifies some hare-brained scheme that somehow always manages to work out for the best in spite of all odds, gods and sound reason.

"We are gonna have a party at your office at the annual university party."

Our university have just 17.000 students so each year the university throws a major bash with all students invited. It is general mayhem, beer, booze, music and plundering the labs supply of pure ethanol for mean punch bowls at unsanctioned after parties at the different institutes that are supposedly locked down for the night, but are open to everyone working there. Including TAs, ph.d. students and the likes. That is where the real party starts. Luckily for the cleaning crew our common area floors and walls are made up of granite tiles. As student body president I was to dine with the university president, the board, the administrative director and some dignitaries. Usually the student body presidents would hold a short speech trying to ingratiate themselves with the higher-ups, preparing to be hand-picked for some fast-track career. That wasn't my style.

"You do know that I will be under a lot of spotlight that evening, right?"

"Well yeah. But you are the only one with enough authority to tell security to fuck off."

He was holding up his fingers, ticking one off.

"And you can announce a 'reception' before hand to increase awareness of the work of the student body."

He ticked off another finger.

"And then you can legally use your funding to buy outside booze. And it'll give you a grand stand start to whatever you decide to run for."

He ticked off a third finger.

The only downside to the annual party was that the university set prices for alcohol unwarrantedly high. While it reduced mayhem at the official part of the party it definitely also reduced the fun.

"What's that finger?"

He was still sitting there with his one finger raised.

"Rebecca."

The party was blazing. A lot of people had shown up and all around my office people were dancing, grinding, yelling, kissing and doing a lot of extracurricular activities. I was standing at the DIY bar mixing a drink when I felt a hard nipple half press up against the back of my arm through her flimsy dress, as her hand took my elbow. Electricity ricocheted round my body and seemed to end up in my abdomen. She had my attention whoever she was. 

Drawing on my bartending experience I continued mixing my drink, while looking down over my shoulder at her.

"Hi."

Her green eyes blazed up at me. I suddenly felt intoxicated. It was like the sounds of everyone around didn't carry. She had this mischievous smile in her eyes that just barely reached her mouth. As if we shared a joke that no one else was in one. I could smell her hair. It looked even better off screen. It was red, auburn and bronze all at the same time. Obviously natural. No hairdresser however good could color hair like that. She smelled faintly like coconut.

"Your speech caused quite the stir."

I realized I hadn't said anything in a while. Just been standing there staring at her, fantasizing about kissing her soft full lips. I believe I could have without her protesting. Probably would have if she hadn't thrown me off. She was making my mouth water.

I swallowed hard, before replying.

"Were you there? I'm pretty sure I would have noticed you. Nice to meet you, by the way."

"No, no. But my friend Leann was standing in the doorway hoping to get the autograph of that newsguy - the old journalist - and she practically recited every word."

I had given a speech that made the university president squirm in his chair. Chastising the budget priorities for this fiscal year, basically telling the board, the university president and the dignitaries that they should take a moment and think for a second about the price of the dinner they were having, compared to the fact that budget cuts had been made on almost everything student related. Some classes were so overbooked that not all students had a chair at semester outset. I had not used the language expected of me. I had not kissed their asses.

Afterwards a board member and former deputy secretary of the interior came up to me, shook my hand and told me to keep at it. That I was right on the money. It had made my day.

"Thank you. And thank your friend for me too." I handed her the drink, I had been mixing and started on another for myself. She hadn't released my arm. I didn't want her to.

When we approached midnight, people gradually left my office to seek out after parties, friends, rides or places to hook up. Before leaving my thesis partner had given me wink and thrust two condoms into my hand. Suppressing laughter I had pocketed them smiling and winking back at him.

Rebecca had hopped up on my desk. I was tidying up the place a bit. We were the only ones left.

"Where are you going, now?"

She asked leaning back a bit on her hands. Her perky breasts were jutting out even more that way. Though I had tried not to stare, I had failed miserably all evening. Her small nipples had been poking out through her short flimsy shiny deep blue dress without abandon since she snuck up on me. I dropped some cups in the trash and walked over to her with purpose. 

Instinctually she uncrossed her legs leaning back a bit more bracing herself. I stepped right between her legs, grabbed a handful of her hair just enough to hold her head in place, while I kissed her as deeply and intensely as I have ever kissed a girl. She melted into me and put her arms around my neck.

I pulled the strings of her dress down her left shoulder and dropped her dress below her breast. She broke our kiss breathlessly and tried putting her hand on my chest, but I caught her wrist in my hand and lowered my head to her bosom.

I let my tongue play gently with her nipple, running it over her sensitive bud tentatively before teasing it with my lips. Her head fell back as she moaned in pleasure. She used the wrist I had caught to prop herself up, and the other hand tussled through my hair. I let my teeth scrape lightly against her nipple and she yelped followed by a new moan. I pulled back a bit admiring the flawlessness of her milky white breast. The perfect size, not grotesque, not even large, but to her tiny frame it looked like a work of art. Defying gravity. Mocking both God and Newton at the same time. Accentuated by even more perfect pink nipples.

I could have stared at her tit for an eternity without tiring or noticing time pass, had it not been for the painful erection in my pants and the scent of her arousal. Without pause I fell to my knees, and in one swift motion I pushed her dress up, her panties aside and plunged my tongue into her soaking pussy.

She gasped aloud in part pleasure, part chock. She put both her hands in my hair and tried pulling my head away. I was not yielding.

"Wait. Stop. Not on a first date."

I ignored her pleading and instead sucked her clit gently into my mouth and rolled it gently between my lips.

"Wooaah!" 

She exclaimed excitedly and fell back on her elbows, her hands still holding my hair. I kept at it. My fingers teasing the outside of her hole. Pushing at, but not in her. She put her legs over my shoulders, released my hair and fell back flat on my desk. Her hands grabbed her breasts. One bare, one through the dress and started to pinch her nipples.

My fingers and my face were soaked in her juices. I let one finger lightly caress her sphincter. She moaned continuously and I felt her legs tense up. When I pushed my ring finger almost fully deep into her ass, she screamed and started to come instantly. 

I got up, standing between her legs. She was so out of it in a orgasm induced euphoria that she didn't protest in the least, when I kissed her deeply, gently, playfully licking her lips and sucking on her tongue, letting her taste her own juices. She was responding slowly, still enjoying her post orgasmic bliss too much to think straight let alone get her body to respond to her commands.

I bit gently into her nipple.

"Aaahh!" She gasped liking it.

"We have to get out of here. Security will come by shortly." I told her.

It was surprisingly easy to get a taxi even though we had to wait in the cold November night for about ten minutes. She had a short jacket over her flimsy dress. I don't remember how we decided. Or if we even decided or just shared the same thought. But we got out in front of her two-story apartment building. I was feeling the alcohol buzz a bit more now having been out in the cold. She stumbled to the front door fumbling with her keys while I paid. The cold was obviously affecting her too.

I got up close behind her and kissed the back of her neck, biting her gently. I felt her goose bumps rise against my lips, and she almost fell into me, while still trying hard to get the door unlocked. I let my hands seek out her breast and found her fantastic nipples even harder in the cold. I teased them gently a short while, until she let out a triumphant laugh, when the door opened. She started running up the stairs with me in fast pursuit.

She had more luck with her front door and in seconds we were inside. I tried grabbing her, but she wriggled out of my grasp with a smile and went to the bathroom. I looked around her apartment. It was larger than most student accommodation, but still obviously a one person apartment. She wasn't a neat freak. Discarded clothes were lying around.

I went into her bedroom. Her window sill had a line of candles in different sizes and shapes. I found a matchbook next to one and proceeded to light them all. They gave a warm fuzzy feel to the room. My head was spinning a bit.

I heard her emerge from the bathroom and rummage around the apartment. I stood by the windows looking out into the darkness, when she came in.

She was a sight to behold. Still in her flimsy dress, the red and copper in her beautiful hair highlighted by the candlelight. Her petite frame highlighted by those constantly pointy nipples that I couldn't keep my eyes from. And a half-nervous smile that send a sparkle in her eyes.

I walked to her, took her chin in my hand and tilted her head up. Looked her in the eyes and kissed her gently. She responded eagerly. She put her hands under my shirt and I aided her in getting it off. Still kissing passionately but gently I peeled the straps of her dress down, and pushed it down her narrow hips until it pooled at her feet. I broke our kiss to admire her tits. Damn they were enticing. I lifted her and put her on the king size bed.

I unbuckled my belt and dropped my pants removing my socks in the process. She propped her head up on one elbow and looked at me, obviously liking what she saw. I lay down beside her, resumed kissing her and let my hands roam free. I slipped my hand under the waistband of her panties, and her hand grasped my wrist. I looked quizzically at her, while forcing my hand further down letting my fingers look search out her mound.

"Not on the first date."

I ignored her and resumed kissing her, finding her clit.

She fought my hand, and broke our kiss.

"I mean it! Not on the first date!"

I looked at her, half smiling.

"This isn't a date."

I pushed a finger in her to the first knuckle.

But she was adamant.

"Stop. Not now."

"You are serious, right."

I wasn't asking. She nodded anyway.

I fell back on her bed. Drunk and blue balled. The room was spinning slightly.

She snuggled up to me. I felt her right nipple against my ribcage. This was not how I imagined my evening ending.

But I was drunk. And tired. So it didn't take me long to pass out.

It was very bright when I woke. It took me a second to realize where I was. And why I woke. Rebecca had her hand down my boxers, teasing the base of my cock. It was still just semi-hard, but my balls were damn near blue.

"Morning."

I said. My mouth had wall to wall carpet. I desperately worked my tongue around trying to extract some moisture. She leaned in and kissed me anyway. She did a good job. I put my arms around her, and pulled her on top of me. Her mound was pressed up against my now fully erect rod. Through our underwear I still felt how her labia was astride my dick. She rubbed against me.

My hands wandered down her back, tracing her spine with my fingertips, teasing her ribcage. I put my hands under her panties and touched bare ass. Her skin was so soft and smooth too like the porcelain it resembled. I reached further down and let my finger touch her forbidden hole before finding her nether lips. She was wet. Very wet. Having both my hands down her panties pushed them down over her ass. She kept rubbing her mound against me. I grabbed the sides of her panties and drew them down her thigh as long as they would go in our position. To my surprise she didn't object but instead raised her ass up, so I could take them off. She managed to kick her panties off, without getting off me and resumed kissing me while rubbing her mound against me.

"You know it is starting to get rather unpleasant."

She looked at me quizzically.

"Cloth against my dick I mean. Take my boxers off."

She slid down my chest, trailing kisses on my chest, my nipples, my abs. She then pulled my boxers off. It was pure relief to have my dick out in the open. She straddled me again before I could start getting other ideas and proceeded to rub her mound on my very hard dick. Slowly all the way up and all the way down. I was quickly getting coated in her hot wet juices. And I liked it. But I wanted to be in her. I needed to be in her. So I tried angling my hips to get into position. It took a couple of tries, but then the tip of my cock caught the entrance of her pussy. She stopped immediately.

"Do you have a condom?"

I looked at her. My mind wasn't working too fast. Should I lie and try to get her bare, or should I tell her that I had two in my pocket?

"I'm not on the pill. So if you want to, you need a condom."

"Oh, I want to. Be right with you." 

She fell on her back on the bed, while I got up and rummaged through my suit that was discarded on the floor.

I got the condoms and ripped one open. Usually I get the XL ones. These were standard. I hated them. I hate condoms in general and the standards in particular. It hurts putting them on, and they are so uncomfortable. But I needed to fuck her. I wanted her so bad that I put an effort in putting one on.

"Are you ok?"

She looked at me puzzled.

"The fucking condoms are too small."

After working it for a couple of minutes my hard on had subsided a little, so I managed to get the condom rolled about two thirds down. I jumped right in and started to lick her sweet tight little cunt. But she had other plans.

"Just take me. I need you in me."

She didn't have to tell me twice. I sat back on my hunches and positioned myself. Rubbed the condom clad tip on her slit to get some of her juices on me, before I pushed in.

When I did push in, I hardly fit. I have had my share of women, but none was as tight as she was in that moment. It wasn't friction, it wasn't lack of preparation. She was simply both small and tight.

"Easy. I don't want you to split me in half."

She laughed up at me.

That lit something in me, and I immediately pushed as far and as hard as I could into her. She half screamed half moaned. I pulled out slightly and forced more of me into her. Again she made that sound. It was animalistic. And it got to me. It was no mere semi, condom or not.




Rebecca



I worked my way into her. And even after I bottomed out. Even after I could get no more of my cock into her. Even after she had gotten a bit used to me, she was still tighter than anything I had felt before. It was unreal. I started fucking her in earnest. Her tits moved deliciously under me, so I bent down and caught a nipple between my teeth eliciting cries of joy. I sat back fully on my haunches and let her thrust up against me. She enjoyed it. I enjoyed it even more. She had blue balled me in a bad way last night, and now my orgasm was approaching quickly. I desperately tried to think of something else. But the way she tensed up, the way she whimpered struck a chord with me deep down. She was so innocent in a way. So vulnerable. So warm and wet. In a moment of clarity I realized this was feeling too good. And then suddenly the condom was gone.

"FUCK!!"

I was not pleased. Not in the least.

"What?"

"The condom ripped. Look!"

It had ripped and rolled itself around my cock about two thirds down. I started getting it off. A painful and quite arduous process. When I finally got it off, I got the second condom out in seconds. But between the unpleasantness, the blue ball frustrations and the hatred of condoms I was growing soft. I couldn't get it on.

"Aaaargghh!!"

I exclaimed like a pirate that had dug for a whole day only to realize the treasure map was upside down. She took the condom from me.

"Thanks. But with these tiny suckers I'm pretty sure I need to do this myself."

She looked at me. She was flush. Being a redhead with porcelain skin her face was flush all the way to the top of her bosom.

She looked at the condom in her hand. Then nonchalantly threw it on her bedside table.

"Just promise me to pull out."

Within two heartbeats my cock had gone from flaccid to fully erect. Those were probably the hottest words I had ever heard.

I practically jumped her. I forced my way into her open sex, while she tried to pull me even further in with her heels. Physically I had never felt anything like her. She was slick, yielding,yet so tight. But there was something else. Something I had never felt before. It was all in my head. It was her vulnerability. Of her loving what I did so much that she would risk pregnancy. That she had to have me in her no matter the consequences. And it was a feeling of power. Of me controlling her fate. That I could cum in her if I wanted to. I could knock her up and there wasn't' a single thing she could do about it.

I was fucking her in earnest. I held a steady pace all the way in, all the way out savoring her bare unprotected pussy gripping me. Her moans. The feeling of her hard nipples against my chest, when I thrust in her. The feeling of her hips pushing up to meet me. 

The headboard was banging against the wall in that familiar rhythm. The beat of sex everywhere.

It didn't take long for her to get close. Suddenly she went silent, stopped breathing and her pussy gripped me forcing me over the edge. I pulled out quickly, roared and sprayed what felt and looked like liters of cum over her. I absolutely drenched her. It was all over her mound, her stomach, her breasts. Some had even reached her lips and her little button nose.

I collapsed next to her trying to catch my breath. I rolled over on my side just in time to see her licking my cum of her lips. It excited me. I wiped the cum from her chin and put my finger in her mouth. She licked it gently. 

"Wow! That was awesome!"

I stated the obvious like a buffoon.

I withdrew my finger and let my fingers caress her breasts. I played with my cum massaging it into her smooth porcelain skin. I traced the outline of her tits and down to the pool of cum that gathered in her bellybutton. I looked at the cum running down her mound towards her nether lips. It was like a bolt of lightning struck me. My seed was all over her sex. And she was unprotected. The realization alone made my cock throb again. I had never tried anything like it. Never before had the thought of impregnating a girl made me horny. It had always been something to avoid.

I leaned in and kissed her, while I let my hand slide through my cum and down to caress her clit. She gasped in my mouth, when I found the right spot. I coaxed her excitement back to life quickly and she started kissing me deeply. The tip of her little tongue teased me ever so delicately. Then I had a devilish thought and I couldn't stop myself. Reason was to the wind. I rubbed my fingers through the cum on her stomach and put my hand on her mound and put two cum covered fingers in her pussy. She gasped in my mouth. I knew I might have just impregnated her. I knew that this was bordering on sexual violation. At first I didn't think she realized the risk I was putting her in, but then I noticed her breathing had become shallow. She was as turned on by this as I was!

I rolled on top of her, sliding between her legs, my erection rubbing against her sticky wet nether lips.

"You are not protected."

I told her as a matter of fact. She looked up at me with a somewhat horrified expression. Then shook her head almost imperceptibly.

"You are covered in my sperm."

She nodded slightly.

"I put some of it in you."

She nodded again and goose bumps arose on her arms.

"We're out of condoms and my dick is covered with sperm."

She just looked at me.

"I'm going to fuck you now. And I'm going to cum in you."

With that I pushed forward slowly until I bottomed out. Until I felt the tip of my cock mashed up against her cervix.

Her eyes went wide, she gasped and her mouth formed that silent O. She grasped her tits as I started to pound her. I was crazed with lust. This gorgeous 21-year old woman was taking my cock bare and unprotected. She hadn't protested when I told her, I would cum in her. That I could potentially knock her up. I bent down to kiss her, but I was too excited to even slow down long enough to kiss her properly. I kept pounding away and I knew I wasn't meant to last. Even though this was my second time in a row, she was getting to me quickly. As she had all along, but now it was different somehow.I sat back on my haunches.

"Play with your clit for me."

I told her with a deep growl that surprised me. She obeyed instantly using both hands. One to part her nether lips as to display her sex to me and one to stimulate her clit. In doing so she was presenting her magnificent breasts even more to me. I gripped her nipples and squeezed them hard. She yelped in between her delicious moans.

I took hold of her hips and pulled her onto me in time with my thrusts in a desperate attempt to pound her harder. To get even deeper into her. In an impossible attempt to force myself past her cervix and into her uterus.

She lifted her head and looked down between us, where my rock hard cock pounded into her petite body. I followed her eyes and I could actually see that I was making a bulge in the lower part of her abdomen, when I thrust in her.

"Oh, God! You are so fucking big in me!"

She exclaimed in disbelief.

"I'm so close!" 

I told her.

"Wait! Wait for me!"

She wasn't asking. It was begging.

I thrust into her once, twice more. She was close, but I couldn't hold back.

"Aaaaahhh, you're growing!"

She screamed it out, throwing her head back, furiously rubbing her clit.

I pushed in all the way. And then I tilted my hips and somehow got an extra inch in her. And without a sound I came in a torrent. I sprayed directly into her fertile womb.

"I can feel it!"

She dragged the last part into a primal scream and then she started bucking on me as her orgasm hit her. It was truly a magnificent sight that prolonged my orgasm immensely. She was showing me what the term 'in the throes of orgasm' actually meant. She came so hard that it even dwarfed my orgasm.

I collapsed on top of her and started kissing her neck, gently chewing her ear, kissing her lips. She was making small sounds of appreciation but was otherwise unresponsive in her orgasm induced euphoria. Then my phone rang. I had no idea what time of day it was.

Regretfully I got up and picked up my phone.

"Yeah?"

"Where are you man? Hangover cure is on the table."

It was a friend of mine. We had decided prior to last night's party that we would gather at his house with 4 other friends, eat homemade burgers and watch football. Our dorm was a pretty large building. We even had our own bar. And next to the dorm were some one story studio townhouses that required two residents accommodating couples. His girlfriend was spending a semester abroad so we spend most of our time off hanging out there.

"Right, sorry. I lost track of time. I'm not at home right now, but I'll be there in about 35 minutes."

He laughed.

"You at that blondes place?"

He was referring to a girl I had hooked up with a couple of times before.

"No, I don't actually know where I am right now, but I'll be with you as fast as I can. Keep the burgers warm, will you?"

"Sure thing."

We hung up, and I started collecting my clothes from the floor.

Then I looked over at Rebacca. What a sight she was. She hadn't moved an inch. Her eyes was closed and her face had that angelic blissful relaxed look that only comes post orgasm. And if not for the slow rise and fall of her chest in time to her breath, I would have suspected her dead. She had sperm crusted on her breasts and her stomach. Her sex was visibly sticky and sperm was leaking out of her abused sex.

I began to stir.

I pondered my options for a second. Get dressed, go home, take a shower and hang out with my friends. Or fuck this otherworldly sexual divination again. Easiest decision of my life.

I grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed in one swift motion. She weighed next to nothing. At least compared to the guys I was used to throwing around on the football field. I probably weighed more than her at age 11 - but in fairness I was a fat kid back then.

Her eyes flew open as I interrupted her post orgasm. For a second she looked like she didn't know why I had pulled her. Then she saw my erection.

"Again?!?"

She asked incredulously.

I plunged right back in her, making her wince and snuggled my cock right up to her cervix.

"Ow! Easy. I'm getting a bit sore now."

I bent down over her and kissed her deeply. She winced again at the friction my movement caused. Then I started to move just a fraction of an inch. In essence massaging her cervix gently.

She moaned in my mouth. I loved the sound of her smothered moans. I took them as a cue to start fucking her for real.

I teased her. And me. Drawing slowly all the way out, before plunging back in just as slowly. Alternating with the tiny thrusts massaging her cervix. I reached down and started to pet her clit, but she grasped my wrist.

"Please no. I'm so sensitive. I can't take anymore."

I relented and fondled her tits instead. She just lay there and took it. Her arms had fallen back to her side. Her legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. Her eyes were closed. Her mouth was slightly open letting small moans escape. I pushed them above her head and grabbed her wrists with one hand, while the other kept teasing her tits alternating between her two breasts.

I kept drawing out antagonizingly slow but thrust hard back in making her tits bounce. Still she was laying limp. My hand sought out her throat and closed on it. Not hard, just enough to make her work for her breaths. She opened her eyes and sought out mine. Keeping the pace I bent down next to her ear and whispered.

"You little slut."

She gasped at the harsh word."

"You love having me in you."

I wasn't asking, but still she moaned a yes in reply.

"You love feeling me fill you completely."

Again moaning yes.

"You loved having me fuck your unprotected pussy."

Again she moaned.

"You loved it when I sprayed my potent sperm straight into your uterus."

"Oh, fuck yes!"

I squeezed her throat a little harder and bit her earlobe. Hard. She drew her breath in sharply.

"You love the risk. You love that I could knock you up right now and there isn't a thing you can do about it."

"Oh, yes! Please - would you just fuck me already!"

I complied. I started taking her for real. In the position we were in, it was not as much of a pounding as before. It was hard enough to make her tits bounce, her nipples scraping deliciously against my hairy chest, but it was like her pussy had stopped trying to fight me. She was excited, but it was all in her head. It was the risk she was taking. It was being in my power, having control taking away from her that got her hot. Physically she was spent. Her pussy was just taking it, not really responding with anything but lubrication. The realization made me even hornier.

I released her hands and propped myself up on one arm to watch her. She put her arms around me raised her head and kissed me deeply. My steady pace didn't miss a beat even when she wrapped her legs around me.

I grabbed the back of her neck to prop her head up and keep kissing her, while gaining leverage to fuck her even deeper. Had we known each other better this would be called making love. It was such a fantastic feeling. It was like our bodies were trying to stimulate each other all over. It was like electricity shot through every nerve every fiber. Like the orgasms we had earlier had opened up our neural pathways and now we were transcending normal sex.

When I broke our kiss for a second to catch my breath, she said something I almost missed.

"Fill me up."

I was taken aback. She was asking for it. She had consented to my suggestions earlier, but now she was actually asking for it.

"Say it again."

I said breathlessly.

"Please. Fill me up. Cum in me."

"More."

I ordered. Not sure I meant more words or simply more of all of her.

"Cum in me. Use me. Spray my fertile pussy with your sperm."

She had definitely thrown her inhibitions to the wind.

Her words excited me beyond anything I had ever experienced. I kissed her again, ravishing her mouth, sucking on her little tongue.

"Please!"

She said with urgency.

"Please cum in me! Please! Oh, God, you're working me! How are you hitting those spots?!? You're doing it to me again!"

With that she tensed up and started shaking. I kissed her roughly smothering her, as she let loose a scream for the world to hear. 

I wasn't quite there yet, and as she came down, she went limp. I let her fall back on the bed. I grapped her hips for leverage and she just took it, laying limp. I don't think it would have felt any differently fucking a passed out girl.

I started talking to her.

"I'm getting close."

She didn't seem to hear me.

"I'm going to cum in your tiny pussy again."

No reply.

"I'll knock you up, and you will have to carry my child."

She didn't move a muscle. I wasn't sure she was even conscious.

"Your belly will grow huge."

That did it for me. I started to swell in her and as I did, she clenched her pussy around me making it impossibly tight once more. I sprayed her cervix once more, though not as much this time. When I caught my breath I was lying on top of her, my nose nestled next to her ear.

After a while I regained my senses.

"I really gotta go now."

She didn't respond. I got up and pulled out. That kind of woke her. She rolled over on her stomach.

"God, I'm sore. I won't be able to walk straight for a week."

I laughed. Somehow that always bring a strange sense of pride to me.

I picked up my phone. It had been an hour since my friend called. Oops.

[Sorry! I'm on my way now. Calling a cab.]

I texted him. But then I looked at her. That tout little ass was raised ever so slightly off the bed from the way she was lying. Standing at the foot of the bed I could see her exposed battered sex. It was crusted with my cum. I stirred. Again.

This is unreal I thought. Again?

I threw my phone back on top of my pile of clothes and climbed back on top of her. When she felt my erection against her thigh she tensed up.

"Are you serious? I'm too sore."

"Then I'll just have to use that amazing little ass of yours."

I poked the head of my dick at her sphincter.

"No! Please no! I don't do that. And you are waaay to big for that anyway!"

"You'd be surprised at what you can take. But since you ask me nicely, I think I'll take your pussy again."

With that I pushed my cock in her. I was sore. She was raw. I could feel how the walls of her pussy were bruised and tender.

"Ow!

She cried out.

I lay still on top of her, half buried in her sex. Then I moved a bit. Then a bit more. She moaned in obvious discomfort. I drew back a bit and then forced myself in all the way. Her cum-crusted nether lips were dragging along my rod dryly and unpleasantly. I put a hand under her, using my fingers to part her lips as I drew back and plunged in again. Her pussy started to get wet in defense of the onslaught of my cock. This was bordering on rape.

My phone rang. We both ignored it.

I started teasing her clit very gently. She squirmed a bit trying to escape my fingers but I had her pinned with my weight. I started taking her. There was no other word for it. And she started moaning. I wasn't sure if it was in pleasure or in pain, but frankly I didn't care. She was powerless to stop me.

I took her with at an almost lazy pace as my cock truly was sore. Apparently she did like my stimulation of her clit after all, because after a while she started to push back against me once again having my cock massage her cervix.

My phone rang again to no avail.

When she came shortly after it was a tiny orgasm. But enough for her to cry out with the unpleasantness of my continued stimulation of her clit.

"Don't! No more! I can't take anymore!"

I moved my hand to her beautiful red hair, grabbed a handful and twisted her head to the side. I bent down and kissed her in the somewhat awkward position and then I simply came. It wasn't hard or fast. I just started cumming pretty much without any warning to me or her.

But she must have felt it, because she let out a sigh of pleasure and relief. Though I was sore I didn't really get sensitive as I usually do after cumming. So I just kept up a lazy pace. It was as if I had ejaculated without a true orgasm. I sped up again realizing I could go on.

"Oh, God, no! No more!"

She tried bucking to get me off. I ignored her as her bucking only increased my stimulation. I was now completely ravishing her. This was now nothing more than a rape. A rape of someone who had been willing up until this point, but now she was not enjoying herself in the least. The thought raced through my mind. I was raping her pregnant. I started pounding into her hard and furiously. My phone rang again, but I hardly noticed.

"Please! Please stop! It hurts so much!"

There was something in her voice that made me slow down to an almost complete stop. I didn't want to hurt her for real after all.

"Ok."

I kissed her neck and nuzzled her earlobe while still moving gently in her.

"Then lick my cock. Make me cum with your mouth."

"No."

It was a flat out refusal.

"No? Well then..."

I said sadistically while thrusting hard in her again.

"Ow! No. I want your cum in me. Lay down on your side."

Intrigued by her desire for me to cum in her pussy yet again, I rolled over without disengaging from her. She immediately started to use the muscles in her cunt to milk my cock. It was hot. It was like her body was begging mine for more cum.

My legs started to tense up and I swelled up in her anticipation of another orgasm. My increased size made her wince, but she kept at it none the less.

"Yes. Cum in me again. Fill me. Spray me."

Her words did the trick. I came in a hard orgasm but I didn't provide more than a drizzle of cum. My balls were simply emptied. Into her. Into her vulnerable body. I knew this line of thought wasn't helping, but when I withdrew from her I had to bite my lip hard not to scream out. I was so sore, so spent.




Rebecca



"Ow!"

She said when I withdrew.

"How did you just do that? That has got to be some kind of record!"

I smiled at her, rolled on top of her and kissed her deeply.

"I have never tried anything as hot as this before. You are so sexy, so picturesque beautiful. And this?"

I made a sweeping gesture with my hand, then put it between her legs and touched the stickiness there.

"This is the hottest I've ever done."

We kissed a lot more. Just easy teasing kisses. She felt me stir a bit and looked at me with horror.

"No way! No more! I need to heal!"

We laughed together.

"Don't worry I'm pretty sore myself. And I probably have to go." 

I got up and grabbed my phone. It had been three hours since my friend called first. He was the missed calls. There was a text too.

[Where are you?!? Are you ok?]

[Sorry! But my dick just wouldn't quit! I'm getting in a cab for real this time.]

Two seconds later a reply ticked in.

[I'll forgive you - if you give me all the details. Gotta live vicariously through you :)]

I looked at Rebacca. Had my dick not been so sore, I would have taken her again. Whether she wanted me to or not. I had to possess her. It was like the thirst of a man walking through the desert with no water. Like the hunger of the starving. I wanted to be in her and never withdraw.

I started dressing. When I had put my socks and pants on, she got out of bed and came up to me, caressing my chest and abs.

"Thank you. It was amazing."

I kissed her my consent.

I put on my shirt not bothering to tug it in. Everyone to see me would know I was wearing my clothes from last night anyway. When I had opened the front door to the stairwell she came up to me and kissed me, not bothering to get dressed. She kissed me and the world around us disappeared. I grabbed her tout ass and fondled her breast. Vaguely I noticed footsteps passing us on the landing with a short pause in the rhythm of the steps.

When the door had closed behind whoever that was, she broke our kiss.

"Call me. And be sure to thank your thesis partner from me, when you see him."

"Oh, I will! I'll probably have to buy him a round of beer after this."

She laughed a delectable little laugh and blew me a kiss.