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Buck

By: Egmont Grigor



This story is set in New Zealand with Kiwi spelling.

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CHAPTER 1

The screaming of Carolyn Orr brought her parents running to the bathroom. Hugely in tears she accused her younger brother Buck of pushing a finger up her ass.

"Oh Buck, how could you!" yelled his mother. "What were you two doing in the shower together?"

Buck, always quick, said, "Saving hot water."

"He was soaping me all over and then did that to me," Carolyn sobbed.

His mother, hugging Carolyn, snarled at him, "Out, out."

"No, fuck it. You take the weeping Miss Righteous out of here."

That was the opening his dad Roger was waiting for. "How dare you speak to your mother like that; how dare you sexually assault your sister," he said, slapping the left side of his son's face and as the other hand launched to slap the other cheek Buck sank a fist into his father's beer belly.

A wide-eyed look of surprise gripped Roger as he flew two feet back against the blue and white tiled wall and sank down on to his arse and vomited mostly beer.

"Your father, you've killed your father," Beryl Orr screamed.

"Dad, oh dad I love you," Carolyn yelled and pushed her mom aside to reach her father first.

"This is a fucking circus, I'm going to my room," declared Buck. He was ignored.

Buck had a nap and at 7:00 joined the family for dinner.

Danny his kid brother took a huge risk by whispering how far did Buck get his finger up Carolyn. Carolyn glared at Danny and if looks could kill he was a dead 15-year-old.

Beryl went to the head of the table, and with her hands resting on the shoulders of her white-faced husband said, "Buckley, your father and I have bad news for you. We want you to have dinner and then go to your room and pack and leave this house after breakfast in the morning and you are not to return, ever."

"Why? Why over-react because my old man can't take a punch?"

"Carolyn has confessed to us what you two have been doing over the past seven months and we find that totally revolting and unacceptable."

Buck looked surprised. "Carolyn, you and I made a pact we would never tell a soul?"

Carolyn looked at the tablecloth, ignoring him.

Danny asked, "Were you two fucking?"

"Go to your room Danny."

"No mom, I have a right to ask that question."

"You have no rights unless I say so," Beryl said, walking to the bench and picking up the wooden jam spoon.

Danny sat defiantly.

"You attempt to hit Danny with that mom and I'll take it off you and whack you with it."

Shocked Beryl said, "Roger, do something."

Roger muttered, "Sit down your stupid bitch and stop being provocative."

When Buck sat down everyone relaxed but ate in silence. 

Buck then packed two bags and went out to the family room where everyone was watching TV.

"Drive me to the bus station dad, I'm leaving now."

"No."

"Mom?"

"Go to hell."

"I will," said Carolyn. "Buck I was emotionally upset and just blurted it out."

Buck patted her on the butt and said, "I understand, you are a woman." He said to his mother and father, "You two go easy on Danny -- light discipline is okay but if I hear you have beaten him up I'll be back and break both of your arms."

"Danny's a little asshole, just like his big brother," Beryl said.

"Blame yourself mom. Danny and I inherited your aggression."

"Can I come to the station with you Buck?"

"Sure thing Danny. Is that okay mom?"

"Yes and now fuck off." 

At the station Buck sent Danny off to buy him a girlie magazine.

"I'm sorry Buck, I'm responsible for all this."

"You are indeed Carolyn so learn from it... learn there are times when you just have to keep your mouth shut. The truth is I should have left home when I was twenty, but I was too comfortable and have wasted those five years in many ways. Look, I sent Danny to get that magazine for a purpose: I want you to teach him about sex, like you have done for me."

"But he's only fifteen?"

"You'll know when the time is right. Just as you did with me you'll catch him in your panties and bra. It's the moment requiring enlightenment."

"I'll think about it."

"Good girl. Now no matter what mom and dad say, I want you to invite me to your wedding."

"There is no wedding in sight."

"It will come Carolyn. You are a swell chick. Try to lighten up a bit and you'll be surprised the different that will make and remember guys who only want sex won't marry you. Look for guys who share your interests and have other things on their mind beside sex."

"You sound like my older brother and yet you are younger than me,"

"I look at the big picture, always the big picture sweetheart, that's why I'm leaving tonight rather than go in the morning. I have committed to doing it and what's the use of dragging it out?"

"Any more advice?"

"Yeah, three things: Ignore dad, try to get mom to become your friend and aim to be married by the time you turn thirty."

"Why?"

"You set yourself a target with plenty of time to see it happen. Make sure you keep in the right places where nice guys will notice you."

"Thank you my darling. Kiss me."

"Cripes Danny, that guy in the news stand shouldn't have sold you this hot one. Keep the change."

"I assured him I was eighteen and offered to go to my car to get my driver's license for ID."

"Good one buddy, and try not to be a smart-ass with mom. She's still capable of killing you. Use to brain to out-smart her and make sure she doesn't notice. If she barks at you just say yes mom; that's the only thing she wants to hear."

"Yes Buck."

Buck grinned. "You're a fucking quick learner buddy. If I want something from you guys I'll contact grandma. Danny of I can land a decent job and settle in I'll eventually send you some money to come and stay with me during the school holidays buddy."

"Mom won't let me."

"Danny, use your scone. You'll be off to stay with grandma, won't you?"

"Oh yeah. With your brain I have no worries about you Buck."

Buck turned away and brushed something from his eye.

"Right, you two fuck off. A bus will be here soon. I don't want mom screaming at you for taking too long."

No one had asked where Buck was going. He wouldn't have told them anyway. He'd caught a northbound InterCity bus and arriving in Auckland called Aunt Maggie, the younger sister that his mother despised. Aunt Maggie had always sent Beryl's children birthday presents from the day they were born and as the children aged the presents became more sophisticated and more expensive and cut off when the niece and nephews reached fifteen, an arbitrary figure that she'd decided without explanation.

"It's Maggie."

"Buck."

"Buck who? It's not a common name."

"Buck from Hamilton Aunt Maggie."

"Oh Buck, darling. Are you in trouble?"

"Yes, in a manner of speaking. Your sister has thrown me out of her house for sexually interfering with my sister and because when my dad hit me I hit him back."

"Oh Buck."

"Is that a sympathetic comment?"

"Oh my, your voice is deeper and by that comment you appeared to have matured. Are you wanting a bed and some loving?"

"What level of loving?"

"Buck, steady on. I am your aunt. I'll send Donald for you. Where are you?"

"At the Sky City Coach Terminal in Hobson St."

"Oh darling, it's just a 10-minute walk down to our apartment in the Viaduct Basin. Would you like to walk to us -- I'll give you directions?"

Donald would be a girly guy. Maggie had been married twice and had a few other guys besides. She picked guys who'd fawn over her. Buck had stayed with her when he was eighteen waiting to go to university to study business management. She was between guys at the time and was bored. One night she got him almost drunk and jerked him off, using her tits as well, and when he finally blew Buck found it difficult to believe how far he shot two streams over her head and then half covered her tits with cum. 'Oooh my big boy', she'd cooed, but she wouldn't allow him to stick it into her. She managed a limo hire service and had shares in the company.

He knocked at the door to the swanky apartment. She answered and her eyes widened in surprise and she said, "Ohmigod."

"It's your nephew," the 25-year-old said and his aunt, only nine years his senior, said, "I know and just look at you."

Buck felt his zip, but it was done up and looked down and found no sign of food on his shirt so asked what she meant.

"You've grown into a hunk, that's what."

Donald was knitting for fuck sake and his hand was like a wet fish when they shook hands at Maggie's introduction.

"Donald is a city planner and is knitting me a skirt to my design."

"Oh yeah," offered Buck and Maggie asked to be more forthcoming.

Buck looked at the tits he'd cum over all those years ago and thought he'd like a repeat performance. Perhaps he might get that if he were nice to Donald.

"Oh that is most interesting Donald and holding down a job like that and knitting to design. You must by a guy of many talents?"

Donald checked to assess Buck's expression and then accepting the comments as genuine said, "That is lovely of you to say that Buck."

Buck thought 'lovely'? There was no way he'd bend down in front of Donald!

Sun was streaming into his tiny bedroom next morning when Maggie walked in completely nude.

"It's the first time you've seen me like this if I recall correctly," Maggie said, climbing in against him. She reached between his legs and began coaxing his cock to operational readiness.

"Yeah, nice tits."

"Oh thank you my eloquent young man."

Maggie played around until she had him sexually excited and then turned around on him, lifted a leg into the air and said, "Take me."

"Um, which hole?"

She giggled and said he was not having her arse until he earned it.

Buck gave her what he'd call 'a right royal bollocking' and when they came off their highs he asked, "How was that?" and felt a little like strangling the bitch when she said, "Not too bad; you have much to learn."

"Teach me, please."

"Okay."

Three times a day for five days they were at it and quite a big of useful tutoring was delivered.

During the midday fuck on Friday Maggie said casually, "Donald would like you gone before midday tomorrow. He thinks you've been here long enough and he suspects you are fucking me."

"Can't you talk him around?"

"He found condoms in the bathroom trash can. He doesn't use them and he owns half the apartment."

"Oh."

"I've arranged for you to stay with my ex-father, the first one. He might even offer you a job if you shape up well."

"Is he married?"

"No."

"Is he gay?"

"You have to be joking. I'll take you around after dinner so pack your things."

"So you don't want me to stay?"

"It doesn't matter to me either way. I've loved fucking my sister's son, knowing it would really send her crazy if she knew, but Donald wants you out and my first loyalty is with him. He shaves me two or three times a week and does my nails and talks to me intellectually. Once you've gotten what you want you just grunt at me and talk about things that interest you." 

"I'll never be a Casanova will I?"

"No but don't worry. You'll find a woman who thinks you play her tune."

"I want to thank you Maggie for putting me up for six days and for being so patient and understanding and particularly for being so friendly. You are a wonderful woman."

"Darling, you said that so beautifully. Thank you."

Bushy eyebrow Frank Rossford looked a fairly tough guy but his manner was pleasant. After Maggie departed Buck said, "This is kind of you and it came out of the blue."

"I see Maggie once a week for lunch. She mentioned you had a business degree. Did you fuck her?"

Buck hesitated. What a thing to ask a guest! Perhaps he should answer carefully. 

"To answer that question outright could be embarrassing for Maggie?"

Frank grinned and said well answered. "Adding to what Maggie has said, it tells me you have some depth to you rather than being just another young 'taker' as so many youngsters are today. You may stay here for up to a month but if I'm bring a woman home I want you out of here until midnight although there is one woman who wants to meet you because she needs a guy like you to date her daughter who's recently arrived back after working in London for five years."

"I only date good looking women."

"I can assure you she looks good."

"I think there's something about this, perhaps a connection between you and this woman returning home?"

"When I want you to speculate I'll invite you to do so."

"Okay, keep your shirt on." Buck asked was sort of business did Frank operated. 

"I own the Meridian Holiday Apartments built on the site of one of the old wharves that became obsolete with the introduction and growth of container shipping. That newer development is half a mile east of my apartments."

"How many apartments?"

"Two hundred and sixty comprising 120 2-bed, 90 4-bed and 50 6-bed units."

That's impressive -- 900 beds at say $150 a night including breakfast that's $135,000 gross a night."

"I think I remember doing that exact figuring when I first thought of going ahead with the project -- er, the bank and me. Trouble is we've never been much more than half full on any night since we opened eight months ago."

"Well there are two answers to that, actually three. Either you fouled up on the design and marketing is misfiring or it could be a combination of both."

"You're confident of yourself for someone not long out of university."

"We were taught to analyse, find solutions and be confident."

"And to charge big fees."

Buck grinned. "It's no use me lying to you as you fuck my aunt so know about me."

Frank smiled and made no denial.

"I've had trouble finding a permanent position. Apparently I don't interview well and at my young age half the prospective employers expected me to have had 10 years' experience."

"That's a polite way of saying bugger off."

"Yeah. It's occurred to me I need to make my breakthrough by teaming up with someone like you Frank. You have rough edges too."

"You are a cheeky sod. Those employers or HR people interviewing you must have sensed that or you didn't bother hiding it. Let's go over the road to my favourite bar."

A number of people greeted Frank as he walked to the end of the bar. A barmaid said hi warmly and scarcely looked at Buck.

"Lora this is my friend Buck."

"So?"

"Having a bad day Lora?" Buck asked. She flashed a look and perhaps noting he looked sympathetic said. "My husband is having an affair."

"Hmmm. That's difficult. Have you asked him why?"

"I don't have to. It's because I work at till 11:00 at nights."

Buck said, "Talk to him about it. Tell him you are working your guts out to bring in extra money and for what?"

"What do you think Frank?"

"Unless you two talk about it nothing is going to change and even then nothing may change. But at least you gave him a chance before you dumped him should that happen."

"I don't want him to go."

Buck said, "Then talk to him and no shouting. The best time for that is right after he'd had a piece of you."

"You're all right, you know that Buck. May I buy you guys your first beer?"

When Lora walked away Frank said, "You know you probably have screwed up Lora's marriage?"

"Excuse me, but what was happening before she began talking to me about it?"

"Um... Oh I get you. She was thinking her marriage was screwed."

"Right Frank, for an older guy you are not so dumb."

Frank sank some beer. "You just could be the answer to my business problem."

"Oh yeah, and how do you figure that?"

"Your mind comes in from the left field."

"You mean I think laterally?"

"Yeah. I bet you've even figured out about my illegitimate daughter."

"The homecoming girl?"

"Yeah."

"Do you have other kids Frank?"

"No."

Buck said, "Jesus."

"Maggie thinks a lot like you. She told me you were my best chance with Capri -- her name is Capri Cameron. I sleep with her mom sometimes. A month after Capri left for London her mom got pissed at a party we were attending. She was missing Capri and I said something like did it really matter. She burst into tears and said she was really missing her and I would miss her too if I got it into my thick head Capri was also my daughter. She then went to pieces when she realized what she'd just said and we finally got it sorted."

"Does Capri know?"

"No."

"That makes it difficult. Does Capri know you?"

"Yes."

"Ah, that's something we have going for us."

Frank, a great cook, set another place for dinner and obviously was waiting for Buck to say something. Buck took the salt and pepper to the table and the tray of sauce bottles that bachelors tend to have as part of standard setting and said nothing. Frank asked him to set three wineglasses, with emphasis on three.

Still no comment.

Frank finally roared, "Aren't you going to ask who's coming to dinner?"

"No."

"Well who is it?"

"It doesn't require rocket science Frank -- it's Capri's mother."

Frank snorted how the hell could Buck enjoy surprises when he had a mind like he said and snorted again when Buck asked what was so great about surprises.

"Honey, this is Buck Orr I've told you about."

"Hi Buck."

"Hi Honey."

Frank looked confused and the visitor smiled, almost giggled, and said her name was actually Sally -- Sally Cameron."

"I told you that," Frank huffed.

Sally read Buck's face and said, "He hadn't told you my name had he?"

"No and please excuse him; he's uncharacteristically nervous. Are you married to someone else?"

"Yes."

"Oh god," Frank whined.

"I'm looking forward to meeting Capri. I gather you want me to treat her softly, supportively and not touch her."

Sally looked surprised. "Did Frank tell you that?"

"No, all he said was it was necessary for you to approve of me."

"And you worked out the rest?"

Buck scratched an ear and muttered what else was there to think?

Sally, being female, didn't back off. "And what else have you thought about this situation?"

"That Frank's been holding out on me. He wants to place Capri in his holiday apartments business -- I would think Capri is a marketing specialist -- and he wants me there in some role to reveal to Capri at the right time the relationship between you two and Capri."

It was difficult to tell who's jaw had dropped the lowest; probably Sally's.

There was silence so Buck fetched the bottle of white wine. The other two stared at him as he poured until Sally recovered and said conversationally, "Tell me about yourself Buck." That indicated to him that the inquisition was over.

As soon as they finished dinner Buck excused himself and said goodnight, that it had been lovely meeting Sally. She kissed him goodnight and said he was a very nice man with rough edged and laughed when he replied, "That's what all women say."

"You won't appeal romantically to my Capri."

"Does it matter?"

"I suppose not."

Buck grinned and looking at Frank said, "But Frank thinks it would be good if it happens?"

"Yes," she said and Frank slapped his forehead.

Buck went over the street to the bar. He was pleased to be told by Lora that she and her husband had had a big fight followed by reconciliation and their relationship had taken a definite turn for the better. She said she was hopeful it would get even better as her husband was interested in her again.

She asked, "What is your advice now."

"Don't rush it. Facilitate but don't push it."

"Thanks. Have a beer on me."

Frank had waited up for Buck when he returned just after midnight.

"A good fuck?"

Frank skipped that provocation and said, "You pissed me off when you revealed my master plan."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not."


Buck



 First post. Be gentle (or pull my hair!)

To begin with my name is Andrew Bucklin. I'm 52 years old, 6'3", about 245 pounds, with blond hair going grey, and blue eyes which my wife compared to the deep ocean. My friends call me Andy or Buck. Anyway I was coming home from delivering a restored (and enhanced) 1992 Trans-Am when I saw them on the side of the road. Now I don't know about you but two stranded women waving for help isn't something that happens to me every day so I slowed down and ended up on the shoulder in front of their Cadillac.

I hopped out and walked towards them while noticing they were both hotter than hell. As I got closer I could see they looked like sisters. Both were petite with the smallest (and oldest) of the two looking to be about 5'3" while the younger woman was about 5'5". Both had nice racks, and as I got closer I spotted even more similarities. They each had strawberry blond hair, blue eyes, and pouty lips that (I must confess) would look great wrapped around my cock.

I sighed because they were looking for help, not an old pervert, so I smiled and said "Looks like you ladies need help."

The older woman (mid to late thirties) smiled back and replied "We do. Our car quit running." She frowned and added "It over-heated and, I'm not certain, I think we cracked a head." She sighed gustily and added "We aren't rich and I suspect fixing it will undoubtedly drain our resources yet it's obvious we can't camp out here." She looked me square in the eyes and finished "We are at your mercy, sir, and I can only hope you will help us." 

The young woman, who looked like she was about 15 or so, just nodded her head. I noticed they both looked exhausted and the girl looked about ready to collapse. I nodded as I made my decision. "Not a problem, ma'am. Oh, by the way, I'm Andy Bucklin." She shook my out-stretched hand and replied "I am very pleased to meet you, Mr. Bucklin. I'm Tracy Miller and this is my friend Tina Klasinski."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Tracy. Well, I guess we ought to be getting things done." I said. "It'll take me about thirty minutes to load and secure your truck for transport. While I'm doing that why don't you ladies take a load off?" At their quizzical looks I smiled and pointed towards my rig. 

"The cab is air-conditioned and the bench seat is pretty comfortable, and since it'll take about 30 minutes to load and secure your car onto the trailer, I figure you ladies might want to wait in some comfort." I told them.

Tracy smiled and replied "Thank you, Andy, but with your truck running aren't you afraid we'll steal it?"

I laughed and shook my head. "Even if you did you wouldn't get far. There's less than a half tank of gas in it."

Tina touched my arm and asked "Do you have any water? We've been stuck in this heat for hours and we're really very thirsty."

That got my attention because I knew how quickly dehydration can kill so, like most natives of this area, I always carried a few gallons of bottled water. I have one of those 12 volt powered ice-chests so I climbed into the bed of my truck and pulled out 4 large bottles of chilled water and handed them to the women.

"It's best if you sip, not gulp, at least at first." I told them then, in a flash of inspiration asked "Have you got two pieces of cloth long enough to drape around your necks?"

"Why yes, I'm sure we do. Should I get them?" Tracey answered and, at my nod, walked to the passenger side rear door. I looked at Tina and said "Would you climb into the bed and grab 4 more water bottles please?"

She did so and was back out as Tracey walked up holding two t-shirts. "Will these do?" she asked and I nodded before laying them out on the tail-gate. I opened one of the bottles and drenched both shirts, handed them to the women, and ordered them to sponge their faces. 

They did so and I drenched the shirts again, emptying the bottle, tossed it into the truck bed and cracked open a second.

Tina looked to be worse off than Tracey so I moved to her, put my hand on her chin, and said "Head back. This is going to be a shock but we have to get you cooled down." She nodded her understanding so I started to pour the water on her left shoulder. 

She squealed a bit and jumped a little at first but steadied down as I moved towards her neck, then across her throat, and continued towards her right shoulder. I timed it just right because the bottle was emptied just as I reached her arm.

She looked at me, smiled, and said "God that feels good." Then she looked down and giggled. "My goodness, are we having an impromptu wet t-shirt contest?"

Without even thinking about it I followed her gaze and saw the white cotton t-shirt had become almost transparent and molded itself to her form. Her nipples were noticeably erect and I felt myself blushing (and becoming aroused).

I somehow managed to tear my gaze away and looked at Tracey. Her eyes were riveted to the bulge in my pants so I cleared my throat and said "Your turn, Tracey."

She looked me in the eyes and said "The idea of a wet t-shirt contest has suddenly acquired a lot of appeal."

I was so startled I dropped the water bottle, much to their enjoyment, and by the time I had picked it up she had her head back, her back arched, and a small smile was on her lips as she waited for her drenching.

My timing was way off, primarily because I was watching her t-shirt turn transparent and the bottle was empty before I had reached her right collarbone. Still, her tits were soaked (her nipples were erect and I stared at them then the empty bottle, and had no fucking clue what to do next) until Tina took the empty then handed me a full one while saying "Finish the job, cowboy, then we'll watch as you winch our broken car onto your trailer."

Bless her, it was the kick in the ass I needed and I impulsively gave her a hug. She hugged me back and I could have sworn she rubbed herself against my erection but I dismissed that thought because I had to get things done.

I finished soaking Tracey without once looking at her tits, set them both on the tailgate with wet t-shirts wrapped around their necks, and took care of business while they watched. 

Their car was a 1972 Caddy (it was in good condition) which was made of iron and steel, and it took a hell of a lot of muscle to winch up onto my trailer. Half-way through I stopped, took off my hat and my t-shirt, mopped my face with the sweat soaked T, put my hat on, dropped my t-shirt onto the trailer, and continued cranking. Finally it was done and I secured the car to the trailer with wheel straps.

I was doing a final walk around when I noticed the stain left on the shoulder by their car. Oil and radiator fluid mixed together was an ugly mix. "Not good!" I thought, realizing too late I had spoken my thoughts aloud."

"What isn't good, Andy?" asked Tracey. I jumped because I hadn't realized she was next to me. I looked down at her and noticed her shirt was dry, as was the t-shirt around her neck.

I pointed at the stain and said "That. It tells me that your engine block is cracked, which means you need a new engine, which given how heavy this bitch is, is a problem."

Forty minutes later we pulled up into the driveway of my house. Tina planted an elbow in my side (she was sitting next to me while Tracey sat next to the passenger door) and asked "I sure hope you've got a shower here, cowboy, because I'm hot, sticky, and want to cool down.'

"Three of them, as a matter of fact, or you could just hop into the pool." I replied.

"Oh my god, you've got a pool? Is it big enough to swim in?" she gushed.

I grinned and nodded. "Through the gate next to the attached garage, back behind the house, through the door, is an Olympic sized pool." I replied.

Tracey got out and Tina bolted past her heading for the gate at a trot. Tracey shook her head and smiled at me. "That girl is crazy about swimming." She walked around the truck to stand near me and said "I hope nudity doesn't bother you because if I know Tina, and I do, she's going to skinny-dip." She looked into my eyes and softly added "I think I would like to join her."

"Skin doesn't bother me, Tracey, in fact" and I deliberately looked her up and down "I might just join you." It had been over three years since my wife and children had died and the thought of a nude romp with two beautiful women sent blood pulsing into my dick. Tracey looked at the lump which had suddenly appeared in my jeans and gave a soft smile.

She reached out and touched my cheek then ran her hand lightly down my chest and stomach before gently cupping the bulge. "We would both like that." and, taking my hand, she led me towards the pool.

As we walked through the gate we were on a paved walk-way. The wall of the garage was on our left and a stretch of mowed lawn was on our left. Flower beds separated the grounds of the house from the range land. About once a month I would hook a mulching mower to the tractor and cut the range grass down for a quarter mile in all directions (primarily so rodents and vermin didn't have a breeding ground but also as a fire safety precaution).

The walk-way stretched to the end of the house and terminated in a door which led into the enclosed structure father had built after having the pool installed. This housed the pump station where the water quality, chlorine level, and temperature setting could be tested as well as the filter traps (all of which I checked on a weekly basis). A secondary pump room handled the enormous hot-tub father had had installed at the same time as the pool.

An open door-way led out into the pool area itself. It was, as I mentioned, Olympic sized and the deep end (located at the far end) was 30 feet deep to safely accommodate anyone who cared to use the diving boards. Two of them as a matter of fact: the low board set at regulation height and the high board 10 feet above it but offset so two divers could use them simultaneously without fear of collision.

To the immediate left of the outside entrance was the large shaded patio which, in addition to three tables with chairs, a dozen lounge chairs, a mini-bar, and a high wattage sound system also held the 9 person hot-tub, granted access into the house proper. 

It was a really large backyard because it also held a half-court for basketball, a horseshoe pitching field, a complete playground for kids, a sandy area large enough to have a 2 person beach volleyball game, and even a croquet course. (Mom had put her foot down when Dad had mentioned miniature golf.) Dad had even built a brick barbeque pit capable of roasting, I shit you not, an entire cow.

The house itself was a large 4 bedroom, 3 bathroom laid out on one floor. The kitchen was huge, with ample counter space and cabinets galore (Moms' one and only demand. She told me later she had become really tired of cooking in a cubby-hole).

I realize this all sounds as if we were really rich but, actually, my parents never had much money. Dad owned a construction firm (which I inherited) and Mom was a stay at home wife. Dad lucked into a series of Federal construction programs back in the late forties and bought 160 acres of land cheap. His crew built the house, pool, and playgrounds at cost.

I'll admit that changed when I married Lori and she took control of the family finances. I had met her in college. I was studying to be (what else?) a construction engineer while she was going for a business major.

About the only thing we had in common was our height. She was 6'1" and I was one of the few men she could slow dance with and not have their head buried between her 38 E cup breasts. 

My reverie was broken when Tracey gasped and said "Holy cow, Andy, this is something else." She spun to look at me and asked, quite seriously, "Is there a Mrs. Bucklin?"

I felt the half –healed scar begin to tear open but I answered her honestly. "There was. She and our twins died when a drunk driver crossed the center line and hit them head-on 3 years and 5 months ago." Suddenly the old wound became fresh and I sank to my knees, sobbing, not caring that I showed weakness in front of a strange woman.

Tracey, bless her heart, set down beside me and dragged my head down to rest just below her chin and comforted me. She held me, and let me cry and sob, until there were no tears left. All the time she used one hand to stroke up and down my back while the other hand held my head close to her chest.

It took a while before I realized she was repeating two words over and over. "I know."

I raised my head and, through tearful eyes, asked "How can you know?"

"I was a twenty-four year old mother, who doted on her husband and infant daughter, when the earthquake hit." Her gaze was fearless and steady as she added "I survived, they didn't, and it took five years of therapy before I realized it was just one of those things."

Tears filled her eyes as she continued. "Shit happens even to good people, Andrew, and the worst thing in the world is to bury your spouse and child while continuing to live even though you want to join them in death."

It was like a light-bulb, hell a 500 watt halogen lamp, went on over my head. SHE UNDERSTOOD! The years of loneliness, the lusty desires for what few women I found attractive, the sheer desire to touch (and be touched by) passion again overwhelmed me and I reached out.

"I want you." My voice was harsh and low, a combination of remembered sadness and exquisite passion. My cock, which had gone soft while I cried, threatened to burst my zipper when she kissed me and moaned "Then take me."

God, I felt like a teen kissing his first tit, I was that excited. I would like to say that I swept her up and carried her to bed where we made passionate love but, sadly, that wasn't the case.

I pulled out my dick, she pulled down her shorts, and I fucked her right then and there. 3 or 4 strokes later I ejaculated. I felt like a total shit once I regained my senses. I hadn't even taken off my boots!

I rolled over so she rested on top of me and tried to apologize but she stifled my words with her mouth and began to ride me. It was then that I realized I was still erect, still lodged inside her, and so I just laid there while she did all the work. I was mesmerized by this woman on top of me, loving me, and I wanted to pinch myself to see if I was dreaming.

Now that my immediate needs had been taken care of I began to register sensations. The tightness of her vagina as it slid up and down upon my erection, well lubricated by our combined juices, the way her firm breasts swayed in time to her motion, the look in her eyes as she gazed down at me, all added up to a timeless moment I will forever remember.

I reached out with my work roughened hands and cupped her magnificent breasts. She gave a soft moan, leaned into them, and sped up. 

I began to manipulate her nipples and she moaned louder, threw her head back, and sped up even more. I looked down to where we were joined, still tugging and twisting her enlarged nipples, and was amazed to realize she was shaved. I watched with fascination as her bald labial lips spread wide on the upstroke and then almost disappeared entirely on her down stroke.

Her lubrication, plus my sperm, caused a white frothy ring around the base of my cock and I was aware of her hands braced on my chest, kneading me as if she were a cat, and when I looked up she had her head lowered.

Her loose hair tickled my chest and her face was one of determination, eyes closed and mouth turned down, a woman intent on a quest, and I could only watch in awe as she found what she was looking for. Her eyes opened wide, her vagina began to spasm around my hardness, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as her climax started.

She rocked back, causing our pelvic bones to meet, and then threw her head back. She didn't scream or shout but there was no doubt in my mind that she had just had an intense orgasm. She collapsed, her head on my chest, and sighed deeply. Her eyes, when she finally looked at me, were those of a woman who had just been fucked well.

Her eyes widened as she realized I was still hard and she giggled before saying "I guess it's time for round 2." She began to fuck me again but Tina had other plans.

I heard her scream "Tracey, you bitch, you got yours. If he's up for a second round it's my turn!" I had been so entranced with Tracey I hadn't even noticed that Tina was sitting next to us!

Tracey sighed, pulled herself off of me, and rolled to the side. Before I could even think of protesting Tina was straddling me and suddenly I was balls deep in her pussy. Unlike Tracey she was a vocal type. She screamed as she impaled herself and then she began to babble.

"God, I love cock. I love fucking. I'm going to fuck you until you cum and then I'm going to keep fucking you." I know it sounds crazy but all of her shouting and screaming began to annoy me. 

Tracey had given me love but with Tina it was all about sex so I rolled us over until I was on top, clamped my hand over her mouth, and shouted "Shut the fuck up, slut!"

As I pounded into her I kept up my verbal abuse. The more abuse I gave the wetter she got and I lost control. I pummeled her pussy while screaming "I'm going to fuck you until you cum and then I'm going to put you on all fours and fuck you in the ass!"

She climaxed at that and I kept my promise. "Get on your hands and knees you slut!" She did so and I rammed my dick into her ass hard. She screamed as I sodomized her but just I grabbed her hair and used it to pummel her tight ass harder.

"You're a slut who loves taking it in the ass, aren't you?" I shouted. She managed to nod her head but I wasn't satisfied with that. I noticed her right hand was under her body, apparently fingering her pussy, so I pulled her arms over her head and was easily able to contain them with my left hand.

Continuing to pound her ass while pinning her hands gave me a head rush like I had never felt before. I added a sideways motion to my fucking and yelled "I asked you a question, slut, and I expect a reply!"

She groaned and her ass clenched down as she climaxed again. "Please, Master, please let me finger my pussy while you take my ass. YES, I'm a slut who loves taking it in the ass. I'm your slut for life if you'll fuck my ass like this all the time."

I was getting close, and I really enjoyed her begging, so I kept her hands pinned. Speeding up my thrusts I whispered in her ear "This isn't about your pleasure, slut, it's about mine. Tell me you understand." She just moaned in response as I began to rabbit stroke her.

I'll admit I was surprised when Tracey grabbed Tina's arms but I went with the flow and let them go. Tracey forced Tina's arms behind her back and used my belt to restrain them at the elbows (I hadn't even felt her take it from me I was that intent on sodomizing the girl).

My belt had a friction buckle so Tracey was able to cinch it tight before she moved to place her bald pussy in front of Tina. "Lick my pussy clean, slut, or I'll have your Master whip you until you bleed." she growled. I was startled but when I looked at Tracey she just winked at me.

It dawned on me that they were playing an incredibly erotic game and I gave Tina's right ass cheek a hearty slap and said "Eat that pussy, slut." Tina shook her head so I wrapped a hand around the back of her neck and shoved her face into Tracey's pussy. "Eat it NOW!" I commanded reinforcing my command with another, heavier, slap to her right cheek.

Tina began to lick and suck on Tracey's pussy like a mad woman and I felt my own climax approach yet I didn't want this moment to end so I lodged my cock deep into her ass and waited until the moment was past. I slowly pulled out of her then adjusted the angle of my dick and slammed into her wet pussy.




Buck



Tina screamed into Tracey's pussy when I entered her and Tracey shook as her own orgasm swept through her. What I was seeing blew me away and I gave a hoarse bellow as I came as well. Tina admitted later that having both her partners cum at the same time triggered her own massive climax but at the time I was too intent on pumping her pussy full of my semen.



Buck A Bar



Ah, home at last. It was a tiring day and I just wanted to chill. I ran upstairs, changed into my gym shorts, sans underwear, put on some tunes and burnt a fatty. Relaxation. I live in the end unit of a condo complex and if someone passes my front window, I know they're going to my door. As I kicked back, I noticed this high schooler dressed in a cheerleader outfit, pass my window. I heard a chime and I went to see what she wanted. She was selling candy to raise money for her schools football team. Buck a bar. She was cute. Brunette with nice legs. I had the munchies and told her wait while I went and got a dollar. As I handed her the bill, it slipped and fell to the ground. 

She bent first and after picking up the bill, she glanced up and could look right up my shorts. I'm a righty and the head of my cock was just above the bottom of my shorts and only visible if you look up from below. She stared for a moment, glanced up at me and reached to touch me. She swirled her finger around the head, ending up caressing the underside with a powdery touch. I was getting harder by the second. My cock was now pushing the leg of my shorts up and exposing my balls. She now started to stroke me slowly and to my full length. I was breathless. She moved her head towards my cock, opening her lips when I stopped her. "Not in the doorway."

I helped her up and we went to the couch. "I hope you're legal." "I am." As I sat back she put her lips on the tip of my cock as if to kiss it and then sucked my cock into her mouth. As I entered, her tongue would tickle my opening and slide under the head and provide exquisite stimulation. She would withdraw my cock from her mouth until she was again kissing just the tip and repeat the whole process. I wasn't going to last long if she kept this up, so I pulled her up and exchanged places with her. I hooked the waistline of her shorts and pulled them off her. She was shaven and it was beautiful. I pushed her legs back and open and slid my hand down her left thigh. Smooth and soft. I found the little man in the boat and lightly touched him. She hissed through clenched teeth. I kissed and licked my way up her right thigh sucking in her labia and testing their texture with my teeth. I looked up. Her eyes were closed, head pointed towards the ceiling. My tongue darted out and licked her clit. I kissed it and held it in my lips as my tongue ticked its tip. She was moaning loudly and breathing heavily. Time to take her to a new level.

I wetted my finger and slipped it into her. She gasped. I licked her clit and pumped my finger in unison. After a few strokes, I inserted a second finger, much to her pleasure. Within minutes, I had worked four fingers into her and "oh" was her optimum word. She pulled off her outfit and her neck and chest were bright pink from the glow of orgasm. I wanted to drive her over the edge so we exchanged places again, this time with her straddling me. She reached between us, grasped my cock and guided me in. I love it when a woman's on top. I continued my assault on the man in the boat, timing my caresses with her pumps on my cock. On the up stroke, my partner would just allow the head of my cock to slip past her labia and then she'd lower herself full tilt. It was nirvana. But in my haste to get going with this honey, I had forgotten to close the front door.

As I looked up I noticed another high school cheerleader staring at our union. This one was a long haired blond with nice tits, flat belly and great legs. I nudged my partner, she looked and motioned for her friend to join us. She closed the door, shed her outfit and knelt between my legs, kissing her friends cheeks and handling my sack. On the apogee of my partners stroke, I slipped my cock out of her in hopes of having her friend suck it. She got the idea and I could feel her hot breath surround my tool, her lips finally closing around its base. She slipped her lips up over my length, tasting her friend and fine tuning my senses. Her head bobbed up and down my tool a couple of times and then she guided me back into my partner. I told the blond to push her finger up her friends ass and then push forward until she could feel my cock. She did and then I told her to push forward and put pressure on my cock as it caressed the walls of her friends pussy. That did it. My partner was over the hump and having a powerful orgasm. Her head jerked from side to side and her neck and chest were red with passion. She beat on my chest and pleaded through a smile for me to stop. She slipped off and her friend took her place. 

Slick with the brunettes juices, I slid right in. I had to slow this one down and she too got into the motion of using the full length of my pole. I told the brunette to push her finger up her friends ass and it had the same result. A few seconds later I was right with'em. "I'm gonna squirt." and I started to pump my load into the blond. It took me three pumps before I could pull out and have the brunette suck the juices from me. I jerked from being overly sensitive as she sucked with the intent of making me say "Stop." She didn't get her wish. 

Best buck I ever spent.



Buck



"No, I had no wish to be smothered in some kind of charade."

"Buck I'd planned to tell you all when the time was right."

"Good for you Frank."

"You are correct. I'm bringing Capri in as director of marketing. She'd written to her mother asking Sally to try to find her a job and Sally wrote back saying I could place her. Capri emailed expressing her thanks and I said I was in need of a marketing expert. I have given notice to termination to the current marketing executive and today, with Sally's approval of you as someone suitable to work alongside Capri, I now offer you the position of general manager. I'm also replacing the director of finance so we begin again with virtually a new team."

"That's a big risk."

"Sometime it's best to go for all or nothing. Are you accepting?"

"Yes."

"You'll not tell Capri I'm her father until I give the go-ahead."

"No, you can tell her that yourself. Accept the risk Frank. Think of it from her point of view, being told by someone else and then she having to face you."

Frank scrubbed his chin looking a little distraught. "I suppose you are right."

"You damn well know I'm right. Perhaps I can set it up for you?"

"Any help would be appreciated. What level of salary would you like?"

"Just the going rate Frank. But I'll talk to Capri about it once we are going well in the saddle."

"What!"

Buck yawned and smiled. "Calm down. I meant working well as a team and if she'd good that shouldn't take too long.

One afternoon Sally invited Buck out for coffee. He almost declined, thinking he didn't want her probing any farther into his background but his instinct told him otherwise, so he agreed. This could be important.

He entered the coffee house and sitting beside Sally was one of the most beautiful young women he'd even come across.

"Hi Buck," Sally said. "This is my daughter Capri. I've told her you are staying with Frank and will start at the holiday apartments on the same day as her as key players in the business resuscitation team."

"Hello Buck, it's very nice meeting you. Mom said you are Maggie Ryan's nephew and she introduced you to Uncle Frank. My promiscuous uncle has a coterie of very favoured ladies."

Sally fell into a coughing fit.

"Oh mother, swallowed a fly?" Capri said, and then patted her mother on the back helpfully. Her grin told Buck she knew about her mother.

CHAPTER 2

Capri sat opposite Buck in the restaurant, the second evening after her arrival home. He'd called that morning to suggest lunch but Capri had suggested a leisurely time over dinner might be preferable.

"Tell me about yourself Buck?"

So he told her including his inglorious departure from home and the reason for it.

"You are not a very nice man to know Buck Orr."

Buck's head dropped.

"But I bet your sister loved it."

He looked up into smiling eyes. He gritted, knowing this could offend her: "I'm not ashamed of it but it's over now, permanently."

"Well I imagine if you both thought like that you carried on like lovers?"

Buck nodded. "Exactly and the truth is my sister is no slut."

"Well I guess she was just vulnerable, being younger and impressionable."

Buck wondered when would this end. He could end it now and talk about something else but he was the idiot who rarely backed down, wasn't he?

"She's two years older than me and had seemed knowledgeable and had an older boyfriend. It began by my asking if she would tutor me. Tutoring advanced into touching and neither of us backed off."

"Well who could blame her Frank, you are rather cute."

It was time to pull the plug. "We should talk about something else."

"No Buck, I'm fascinated. Take me through it step by step and then describe your feelings and thoughts the first time you did it. If you can remember."

"Oh, I can remember, vividly."

"Oh goodie. I'll come around and sit by you so you don't have to talk so loudly. Other diners might hear."

Capri snuggled up against him. "God, this is the most interesting restaurant conversation I've ever been involved in."

"Capri," Buck said weakly.

"I know Buck, we don't know each other very well but this will change that. If you like afterwards I'll tell you about the first time I was fucked."

The room began spinning for Buck. But a deep breath and grabbing his glass to gulp water restored his equilibrium. 

A bond established between them that evening, although they didn't touch, apart from a chaste good night kiss. And Capri hadn't started sex very early -- she was twenty when the first guy got to her.

The next morning they went down to the old banana wharf site (where freighters carrying bananas used to dock) and had a good look around at the apartments and without revealing their identities accepted an invitation from the day manager Margo to inspect a two, four and six-bed unit.

"Are you full?" Capri asked.

"No and have not been yet as 900 rooms is a pretty large sudden addition to the city's mid quality range of accommodation. We are very new, as you can see, and we're working at getting more and more people to find us, especially incoming tour groups."

"That seems to be the way to go," Capri said. "Well thank you Margot, we'll see you again soon."

"Thank you ma'am. Here's my card. I look forward to seeing you again."

Capri took Buck by the arm as they walked out and agreed with him that Margo would be staying on staff. "Yes, pleasant, open and not aggressively intrusive. She should have asked, 'Will you come and stay with us?' but that was pretty well implied."

"What would you like to do now?"

"I should let you go. You'll have other things to do."

"No, I'd like to stick with you if that's okay."

"Well let's have coffee and then would you like to visit the zoo? I loved the zoo when I was a little girl and would like to revisit."

"Good, and I can throw peanuts at you."

Whether she meant it or not Capri squeezed Buck's arm against her left breast. "You're funny."

Mid afternoon Sally phoned and Buck heard her concern in her voice.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes fine. We inspected the apartments this morning and now are having late lunch after visiting the zoo."

"The zoo?"

"Yes, where you took me many times when I was young. Buck had never been to a zoo. He threw peanuts at me."

"For goodness sake."

"It was hysterical mom -- have you forgotten doing stupid things when you were young?"

"No. It sounds lovely. Would you like to invite him for dinner?"

"Yeah, just a minute."

Capri asked Frank. He said yes, noting the urging in her eyes.

"Yes, should I say 6:00 for drinks?"

"Yes that would be lovely. I'm glad you're having a lovely time darling. Bye."

When attacking a thick slice of roast beef Buck said looking at Capri, "Does your father live in Auckland?"

Mother and daughter froze.

Buck chewed on, ignoring the silent chaos he'd caused.

"Yes."

Sally almost whispering said, "How can you say that?"

Capri said with tension, "Mother has always claimed she doesn't know who my father is."

Buck smiled and said she wouldn't be alone as a one-parent child to have been given that answer.

Capri said, "And some parents treat their child as if the child is dumb and always will be."

"Oh god," Sally said. You do know. Damn you Buck for bringing this up."

"Thank you for bringing this up," Capri said defiantly. "On the 25-hour flight home from London I thought it was time to reveal I knew the secret. Only I couldn't figure out how to drop it on you mum without unduly upsetting you."

Sally wheezed, "When did you find out?"

"I figured it out when I was thirteen. Only one man in my life gave me birthday and Christmas presents. Frank stopped doing that when I turned fifteen but when I turned twenty-one he sent me in London the title to my very own apartment in the Meridian Apartment Building."

"Yes, Frank is your father."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Frank and I agreed if it got back to his wife it would kill their marriage."

"Their marriage is scarcely a marriage."

"It has been a marriage of convenience since before you were born and that suits Alice who never has been particularly fond of men."

"I'd wondered if that might be the reason. And what is the other reason mother?"

Sally stalled, grabbing her wine glass and draining it.

"It's your chance, and probably your only chance, to lay the ghost to rest Sally."

She looked at Buck and nodded.

"Frank had said he didn't want to be a father and didn't want to give up his other women friends."

"Friends? Ha!" Capri snorted.

Buck said softly, "Some of us, if resolute enough, choose the type of life we wish to lead."

Capri shrugged and said that was true. "I'm sad but am not resentful of you mum. Does Frank still fuck you?"

"Oh Capri."

"Does Frank still seduce you?"

"Yes and in a way he loves me. The other thing you were always told was I was married quite a while before you came along. Well it was actually just before you were born. My father found a young guy with the surname of Cameron and paid him to marry me and then go to Australia to live. I never saw him and heard of him after the small civic wedding and I later divorced him on the grounds in those days of being abandoned."

"So technically I'm legitimate?"

"Yes, I registered you with Jack Cameron as your father. You have a copy of the birth certificate." 

"Yes, but I didn't know the story, did I? You told me you didn't know who my father was so I assumed you made up the name Jack Cameron. It's all very devious. The truth would have been better and put you through less pain and meant less uncertainty. But even so, thank you. I'm sure you thought you were doing the best thing."

"Well you have Buck to thank for bringing this out."

"Yes but please don't tell Uncle Frank I know the truth. I think he's preparing to tell me. Let him do it his way mum."

"Capri you have handled this very well although the reality is you have only had confirmed what you'd already learned. Don't be hard on your mother."

"I won't Buck, and thank you. I could have been extremely mad at you opening this up but I'm not. I think it's actually brought me relief. Please don't give even a hint to Uncle Frank. My relationship with you mom remains unchanged... the change comes in the relationship between Uncle Frank and me. Just let it happen you two."

At the door saying goodnight, Capri pulled Buck's hand on to her breast. He gave it a wee squeeze and then moved away and said goodnight. He assumed she was signalling he was as good as in. But he'd wait; there was no hurry.

On Saturday Frank said he was taking 'the girls' to Waiheke Island for lunch and invited Buck along.

"Who are the girls?"

"Capri and Sally."

"Um, no thanks. I want to have a look around for somewhere to live."

Frank handed Buck a key with an address on the tab. "Take a look at this one. It's vacant and I own it. It's on The Strand overlooking the railway yards and the port and across the harbour to the North Shore. Great views."

"Thanks, I'll take a look."

An hour later Buck took a call.

"Hi, it's Frank. The girls want you with us. Be at the helicopter base at Mechanic's Bay just before noon. I've phoned and booked and paid for a seat for you and the chopper flying to Waiheke Island at noon. You will land at Mudbrick Winery where we are lunching."

"Sounds great, thanks."

As soon as Buck was clear of the chopper Capri ran out and pressed against him strongly and kissed him hungrily.

He chuckled. "Have you been drinking?"

"Yes, on the boat and we've had a couple here."

"You look great in that flimsy sundress."

"Want me to take it off."

"Er, where are the others?"

"Yapping in the restaurant. Don't you really want to see my breasts?"

"No, I'll have difficulty walking with a boner."

She laughed merrily and pulled him along to the restaurant.

It was almost 4:00 when at Matiatia Frank rowed them out to one of the moored launches, not one of the stunningly designed and luxuriously equipped 'plastic fantastics' bobbing in the bay but to a veteran all-wood motor-sailer.

Buck thought Frank appeared to be wealthy enough to own the best boat at the anchorage but as they drew up to Ice Maiden, Frank said simply, "She was my dad's boat; his uncle had it built for himself when he was in his early twenties."

"She'll be still going when this modern boats are scrapped."

"Yeah," Frank said, looking at Buck in surprise.

As soon as they were underway Capri stripped off her sundress; she was wearing a bikini. She looked up and caught Buck licking his lips. Well, great legs, very little belly and well-shaped tits, who wouldn't? But it didn't last -- as soon as they emerged into the gulf the stiff afternoon breeze hit them and Capri pulled her dress back on as well as a jacket.

The women went below and Frank yarned to Buck about the business and outlined some of the things Frank wanted him to look at changing. After they'd docked at the Westhaven Marina and were walking back to the car Capri said, "Will I see you tomorrow?"

"Yes. I've found an apartment and would like you to inspect it with me."

"Oh I'd like to do that. Does it have a bed?"

"What?"

"Um is it furnished?"

"No."

"Well perhaps that's just as well. You can get it furnished to your satisfaction."

"Um."

"What?"

"Um if it appeals to you perhaps you might like to share. You said your apartment is on long-term lease."

"Are you sure?"

Buck said he was very sure.

"But I have been giving you signals and you've backed off?"

"I wanted you to be sure and to be confident after the disclosure about Frank and whatever has brought you back home."

"I was having an affair with my married boss and after his wife came into the office with their baby I broke it off and he made it so difficult for me that I resigned and decided to come home."

"So you are not a lily-white virgin?"

"Buck!"

"Sorry, that was a cheap shot. I'm glad that you are sexually vulnerable as I was with Carolyn."

"Your sister?"

"Yes."

"Buck in case you are worried about me meeting her I can say I like her... I might even love her for being so kind to you."

"Thank you for saying that, I really mean it. I also have a nifty kid brother who is fifteen. You'll meet him fairly soon because now that I am back in work I'll invite him to stay with me during the upcoming school holidays."

"You mean with us, remember? I'm sure I'll be living with you; I don't believe you'd take me to view an apartment I wouldn't like."

"Um, I better tell you it's one of Frank's investment properties."

"That's fine, so long as we'll not be sharing with his wife."

Buck gaped and Capri laughed and said he now knew she liked to tease.

* * *

At an ungodly hour for Sunday morning Buck heard the doorbell ring and then, "Hi Uncle Frank. I've come to take Buck out for the day. I have mum's car."

"Oh I'll shake him awake."

"Isn't the lazy sod up yet?

"It's no quite 8:00 my dear."

"That's a quarter of daylight gone."

"God, oh to be young."

"I'm heading for the bathroom," Buck called. "Give me ten."

He emerged, dressed smart-casual and Capri reached up, checked he'd shaved and said good. She then kissed him.

Frank asked, "What are you guys going to be doing?"

"A bit of this and that," Buck said. "May we take you to late lunch?"

"Yeah, why not. We can talk about your first day at work tomorrow."

"Yeah and anything else on your mind. Come on Capri."

They drove around the harbour to Mission Bay and went into a restaurant for All Day Breakfast.

As they came out Capri asked, "Where's this apartment?"

"We passed it coming here."

"Why didn't you say?"

"Because it would mean me having to wait much longer before I had breakfast."

"Oh right, guys know their priorities."

They parked outside the apartment block.

"This one? Oh hot-diggity. This is my favourite apartment block in the city."

Capri excitedly took Buck's hand and in the elevator was all over him. Buck unlocked the apartment door and they walked in. Capri looked straight out at the yachts racing on a spinnaker run down-harbour and said, "This is heavenly,"

They inspected other empty rooms and she made suggestions about furniture and then said, "Are you ready to fuck now?"

Buck had expected this would be coming so didn't have to make inane comments about the floor being hard, knowing that's what bare floors were like. He held out his arms and Capri folded into them and drove her tongue into his mouth. He pulled her hand on to his rapidly rising dick and she held on to it very possessively.

They sank to the floor, passion rising. She struggled with his belt so he swore, pulled away and jumped to his feet, dropping his pants and pulling out of them and his underpants and kicking off his shoes while Capri said, "Hurry, hurry" and although aroused he was smart enough to croak, "Undo your skirt". He then pulled off her skirt and panties.

"Are we ready?" she panted.

"I can't think of any more delaying tactics," he chucked but she did not appear amused.

After a couple of minutes of kissing and groping she gasped, "Sixty-nine."

As he did an about face to move into position Buck wondered whether he should be surprised she knew what that was and then cancelled, thinking did it matter? Within seconds he knew Capri didn't have to be told what to do with his dick when he pulled her on to him and she licked and then swallowed him deeply. As usual it took a few seconds to almost puke initially over the girly smell but it would be similar for her with his odour wouldn't it? But as soon as his tongue hit moist 'pink' his brain and body tuned into her, he thought her odour was love perfume and away he licked and fingered as if he were dealing with the most wonderful cunt in the world -- not that he was thinking of any other.

Later he filled that vagina completely and the way Capri smiled at him in the morning sunlight filled his heart with stars. They then began their first fuck, savouring it, loving it. In that empty room it was as if they were the only two persons on the planet.

They went back to Frank's apartment and he greeted them, looking serious.

"Are you okay?"

"Capri, I've decided to tell you something. When I've finished you might decide to never speak to me again."

"Oh I doubt that," she laughed but the laugh sounded a little forced.

"I'll wait out on the balcony," Buck said but Frank said no, that Capri might need support.

Frank led them to the table where he'd set out perhaps thirty photographs.

"We start here," he said.

The slightly fuzzy photograph was of a smiling woman in the late stages of pregnancy.

"That's me inside mom," Capri said quietly.

"Yes."

Other photographs traced Capri's growth through until her departure at the airport for the UK five years ago.

"Flip that photo over Capri."

"It reads my daughter leaving for London."

Capri said how lovely.

Swallowing hard, Frank said, "I've kept this dark secret from you, and persuaded your mother... what did you say?

"I said how lovely. I've known since I was about thirteen, or at least was pretty sure without a confession."

"Oh god."

"May I call you dad?"

Frank held out his arms, eyes moist, and nodded.

As Capri went to him Buck went out to the balcony and made a call.

"Hi, it's Buck. Frank's just told her. Everything looks fine. Will you join us for lunch?"

"I've just sat down in a restaurant with a couple of friends but I'm coming right away."

Buck gave Sally the name of the café on the waterfront where he'd booked and said there would go there in a few minutes. He knew she was in Newmarket about fifteen minutes away.

Sally arrived breathlessly and rushed up to Capri, and kissed her and then brought Frank into their huddle. Frank looked at Buck after kissing both women and danced his fingers over their wine bottle. Buck assumed that meant bubbles and ordered two bottles of Veuve Clicquot champagne and went to the toilet to give the threesome a little time to themselves. There were no recriminations and once the flush of family reunion subsided Buck flushed with pleasure when Capri announced she and Buck were moving in together, into one of Frank's investment apartments near Mechanic's Bay. It had been agreed apparently that Capri should call her father Frank to avoid complications with his family and mutual friends.




Buck



"Oh that's lovely," Sally said. "My feeling is Buck is so right for you darling."

"I'll trim 50% off the rent," Frank said expansively.

Capri looked at Buck and he frowned.

"That's generous of you Frank but business is business. Let's say 20% and no rent rises for two years. Fair enough?"

"Fair enough," laughed Frank and I'm tossing two grand towards furnishing it."

"And I'll match that with $2000," Sally said. "You two have to get yourselves established so need help." 

CHAPTER 3

Almost three years later Buck took his wife of six months to Carolyn's wedding. His parents had refused to attend his marriage to Capri but had allowed Carolyn and Danny to go and their parent's were amazed to learn from Carolyn that Buck and his new wife lived in a luxurious apartment and had top jobs at a large hotel built on the site of a former wharf.

"His wife must be keeping him," Beryl said.

"I don't think so mom," Carolyn smiled. "Buck is Capri's boss and he runs the whole show of 900 rooms."

"You mean ninety."

"No, it's huge mum -- almost a thousand rooms."

"Danny you go to Auckland twice a year to see your brother. Why haven't you told us he's moving up in the world."

"Buck made me promise not to paint the true picture mum. He says you expected him to be unable to make a success of himself so he preferred to keep you happy and keep on thinking he was a failure."

"B-but why would he want to do that?"

"As I said mum, to keep you happy."

"He's always been a rotten sod to me, ever since he got a mind of his own, always defying me, refusing to let me win."

"I recall you beating the shit out of him attempting to make him back down," Carolyn giggled, sending Danny into laughter.

Her father said, "I won't have you talking to your mother like that; it's all lies."

"Shut up Roger. It's the truth and we both and Carolyn know that."

"I won't be spoken to like that in my house."

"What are you going to do about it Roger, slap me and get your teeth smacked down the back of your throat," Beryl snickered, looking at the children but neither was laughing.

Two days before the wedding the Roger, Beryl and Danny were watching Carolyn and her chief bridesmaid Cathy opening presents when Cathy said, "Oh I can believe it." She turned white and handed the contents of an envelope to Carolyn.

"What is it -- a nasty reply from someone complaining about not being invited?" Beryl asked.

"Holy fuck," Carolyn screamed. "It's a check from Buck and Capri Orr for $20,000." 

"Ohmigod," Beryl groaned, and slumped to the floor, almost in a faint.

Buck and Capri were now in the money, big money. Three weeks after starting their jobs at the holiday apartments they'd sat down with Frank to go over their business plan with them.

He complimented them on the new marketing initiatives, and Buck said Capri was mainly responsible for that. Frank thought the budgets appeared rather optimistic and Capri smiled and said Buck was mainly responsible for that but they were tied into marketing forecasts.

"Frank," said Buck, "we are prepared to work hard to increase bed occupancy but invite you to provide incentive for us to go even harder at driving up performance."

"Oh yeah, like diamonds and gold watches?"

"No, a three-year program and then that's it because our venue will be bedded into the minds and hearts of travel agents sending people to this part of the world."

"Shoot."

"The first 12-months Capri and I share 15% of revenue for every bed occupied over 50% of house occupancy. The second 12-months that becomes 15% for every bed occupied over 60% of house occupancy and the final period we get 15% for every bed occupied over 70% of house occupancy."

"I see. It's progressive as your marketing bites in. What occupancy are you thinking we'll settle at, providing if travel stays stable?"

"We should settle at 80-85%," said his daughter.

"Fifteen per cent is a big bite. Some would call that my profit."

"It's how you look at it Frank. You have huge fixed costs and mostly remain whether or not you have even one bed occupied. You are lucky to get the house half full at present and all we are asking is for a cut on all beds sold above 50% occupancy and remember you'll get 85% of that additional business and then at the end of three years you revert to raking in 100%."

Frank pursed his lips for a minute while Capri and Buck studied the ceiling quietly.

"All right -- it's a deal. I'll have a contract drawn up so we establish a paper trail. We start on the first of next month."

Capri worked on having new videos shot and establishing other marketing tools and then disappeared overseas for a month to six weeks at a time and a fortnight to three weeks later would be off again, taking Buck with her or having him make short-stay trips to join her to meet major clients who arrogantly wanted everything for the payment of practically nothing. Capri's attitude was, "We only have to win some." With structures set up she then commenced her own advertising campaign mainly in magazines in countries in which New Zealand was a favoured travel country amongst her targeted market segment. As expected, the results slowly began to appear and then accelerated and further improved when they hooked into a like-minded promotional cost-sharing network in Australia.

* * *

The front door was open and the wedding photographer was taking photos of the bride dressing when the visitor arrived.

"Come in," someone shouted.

A middle-aged heavily-built although not unduly fat woman in a smart lilac tailored suit said, "Who are you?"

She looked at the young blonde dressed in a moss-coloured French lace and chiffon layered maxi skirt with a slightly lighter coloured French lace camisole top. The shoes were dyed to match the top and a wispy hat of moss coloured French lace appeared to be woven into her hair stacked high. The make-up was impeccable and the 'intruder' was truly beautiful.

"Oh good morning Beryl, I believe you are my mother."

"Joan!" Beryl screamed, clutching the door for support and her sister came running.

"Oh good morning Joan. I'm married to your nephew Buck. Please call me Capri."

Joan stared and swallowed and said good morning before yelling, "Carolyn -- you better come to the lounge."

Carolyn dressed in white, mostly silk, came quickly, carrying her tiny hat. Her face radiated in delight when she recognized the visitor and rushed up the two young women kissed very delicately.

"Mum, this is your daughter Capri Orr."

"Ohmigod, I can't believe it."

"Mum, please be on your best behaviour today. You did promise."

"Welcome to our humble home."

"Thank you Beryl. That is a tailored costume isn't it? Although I don't wear it lilac is one of my favourite colours."

"I went up to Auckland for two fittings."

"Oh, you should have called on us and we'd taken you to lunch."

"Call on you?"

"Yes, that's what mothers and mothers do."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

Joan and Carolyn exchanged a smile, both probably wondering where Beryl had found that word; it had never been heard from Beryl before.

"Please come through to the bedroom Capri and see if you can land this hat on my hair so it looks right. We all have failed, even the photographer who's up himself as a pseudo fashion consultant."

"Would you like a gin or a sherry dear?"

"Thank you Joan but I put down a couple of bottles of champagne at the front door before I knocked. I thought this part of the day was worth celebrating."

"Champagne -- how do you open those wire things."

"Bring it through with the glasses and I'll open the bottle Joan."

"Beryl only has wine glasses."

"They'll be fine Joan," called Capri as Carolyn pulled her into the bedroom.

"Jesus," the photographer gaped.

"Jason this is my sister Capri."

"H-Hi Capri."

"Hi Jason, you look manly with those big cameras around your neck."

Jason blushed.

"Sit please Carolyn. Ah, I see the problem. Pass me a comb Beryl."

"Are you going to change Mrs Black's hair setting? She's been doing hair for neigh on thirty years."

"I wonder why I'm not surprised."

Carolyn's giggling relaxed her. "Hold the hair spray mom, Capri will need it."

Capri pulled out and up the sides of Carolyn's hair and fixed it into place. She then hitched up her skirt and sat across Carolyn's knees. "Hat please Beryl."

"You're putting in on back to front."

"It's the way it's designed to go," Capri said, bending in close to adjust the left side until she had the slight rake to her satisfaction.

"Darling, is that horse liniment you're wearing?" 

"A Christmas present perfume two years ago, made in England."

"The it probably has a liniment base. Would you like..."

"What you are wearing? Oh yes, it's divine."

Capri stood up and her assistant Beryl passed the handbag without being asked and Capri took out her Dolce & Gabbana fragrance Sicily and applied it to green-eyed Carolyn with her dark, sultry looks.

They and the photographer, nodding approvingly at the hat that was now sitting well, sipped their champagne while in the background Beryl was ordering husband Roger to have the church ushers now seat Buck and Capri in the family pew and she wanted Capri seated next to her.

"Who's Capri?"

"God you are thick. She's your daughter. And call reception and have Joan and Evan replaced on the top table with Buck and Capri."

"Is Buck suddenly back in favour""

"God you are thick. Go!"

* * *

In the church Beryl was waiting for the second-most exiting moment, the arrival of Capri. She just loved her and Capri had sprayed her, on request, with some of her fantastic perfume. She lifted her glasses on the loop around her neck -- God she hated having to use them now to see long distance -- and saw Capri arrive. She had to resist standing up and waving. Capri had someone standing beside her with his arm around the shoulders of her 18-year-old thug Danny. 

Beryl experienced palpitations -- it was Buckley. She peered again for confirmation. Without a doubt and looking so suave. Well he'd have to be, wouldn't he, to hold on to a glamorous lady like his wife? God, they were by far the best looking couple in the church. She thought Danny at eighteen was tall but Buckley was a full head taller. Oh god, he was now blond. Capri would have insisted on that.

They trio arrived at the front row and Beryl said to Roger, unnecessary but she was rather nervous, this is your son Danny."

"Hello Danny."

"Hi dad," Danny grinned and in a deep voice said, "Hi mum." God he was growing up, Beryl thought. Oh for heaven's sake, soon she'd be left at home with just Roger!

"Roger, this is your daughter Capri."

"Hello Capri. What a funny name."

"Roger," Beryl hissed.

"What? God will really turn you into a shrew if you hit me in church."

Palpitations made Beryl's left breast jingle. She still managed a light kiss on Capri's cheek establishing to everyone in the church that glamour babe and Beryl were oh so close.

"Darling," she said to Roger, palpitations being replaced by euphoria, this is..."

"Buck my son. I know. Christ Buck what have you done to your hair?"

Beryl sighed and threw her arms around Buck and kissed him warmly. She expected him to say 'Hi mom, have you been drinking' but he didn't.

"Him mom, great to see you again. Capri thinks you are great as mother of the bride."

"Sit next to me Capri," Beryl squeaked, wondering if she should rush out for a pee before Carolyn arrived.

But the groom Simon and his drunken associates were arriving. They took their places and then Simon broke out and came over and kissed her, saying she looked so lovely and wasn't it a marvellous day for her. Beryl couldn't believe it Simon only had eyes for her, although he appeared drunk. He didn't even look at Capri!

"Oh he's such a lovely young man," Beryl confided as they watched Simon walk away scratching his butt.

At the reception, wearing her glasses because the damn caterers had everyone seated so far away, Beryl noticed Roger talking to the Master of Ceremonies and wondered what that was about. Capri, sitting on the other side of the bridegroom's parents, another fuck-up, had leaned forward to give her a cute wave so when Roger sat beside her she'd forgotten to ask what was he chatting about.

The wedding breakfast was expensively lovely and Beryl was glad Danny had convinced her to go for thick sliced roast beef instead of pickled pork. The speeches were going along fine and then she heard Albert, the MC, say, and now the toast to the bride's parents.

Oh god, her brother was supposed to give that and now Evan and Joan could be seated anywhere, another fuck-up. Perhaps the microphone was detachable and one of those than operated on batteries without needed a cord. Then her palpitations roared the idiot Albert called on Buck to give the toast to his parents. God, it was suppose to be a friend of the family, not the family's Black Sheep son. Another fuck-up, a gigantic one!

"The beautiful bride and by far my most favourite sister, Carolyn being my only sister, and my budding brother Danny who's becoming a lot like me, and of course myself, are the products of two disparate parents, Beryl and Roger Orr. You'll notice I put mum's name first, because that is how it is in our house, Petticoat Rule with a clip over the ear if you misbehaved or ignored her. Notice dad's ears. When he married mum they stuck out and now they have been clipped so often they are pinned against his head. Mum taught us those useless things like self-discipline, obedience, honesty and family allegiance. The funny thing is they become rather important when you leave home and begin a career. I chose commerce and am doing well because ingrained in me are what bosses call desirable assets, namely self-discipline, obedience, honesty and company allegiance. For his part dad was, or so I though, a yes man. But after I left home I realized what his contribution was, and it certainly was to Carolyn and Danny as well. He taught us something that I could crudely call, don't let the bitch get you down, only he'd never call her such a name even behind her back. Because you see he loves her. Dad grew up as a 'yes mother' son and had a good look around to find Beryl who, whether or not he knew it, was a disciplinarian replica of his own mother."

Pausing to take a sip of water, Buck continued. "Dad taught us the elements of guerrilla survival -- how to keep out of mum's way; how the way to please her was to surprise her, how to read her moods. At first I thought he was talking crap, acting like a scoutmaster attempting to teach a kid a reef knot. But gradually I learned he was a cunning sod, and his counter-revolutionary tactics in most cases were successful because it never occurred to mum than any of us had the brains to outwit her. Carolyn had defied dad's tutelage but when I also began working on her she adapted and lost her fear of mum and mum was pleased to find she had such a compliant daughter that she heaped on her the support daughters expect from their mother and didn't mum do well?"

The guests cheered and clapped.

"That allowed mum to concentrate on me and because of that I learned the qualities of defiance, doggedness and to feel unafraid in the face of the enemy. At university those qualities in me were identified and I learned to develop them even further. After I graduated I continued living with them so that should tell you I was in no hurry to leave my family home and my parents. I learnt a lot at university, that's undeniable, but I attribute the basis of my success in the business world today to those foundation basics ingrained in me by the actions and attitudes of my parents. I also must acknowledge that having Danny attempting to role model me encouraged me to take a straighter line and my beautiful sister taught me to find my emotions and how to deploy them and until I left home, aged twenty-five, honestly still believing she was the loveliest female on this planet. So there we are, our parents Beryl and Roger or if you prefer Roger and Beryl who shaped and nurtured us to make us into the people they thought we should be. Looking at this lovely bride before you I just have to say, you've done a brilliant job mum and dad. Please stand and toast the bride's parents, Roger and Beryl."

There was a thunderous toast "To Roger and Beryl." Beryl wept when looking at her son, the overhead light above his fake blond hair appearing to almost give him a halo and she openly cried as she watched Capri go to Buck, kiss him, and lead him back to their seats.

When the tables were cleared and taken away the dancing began. Bride and groom danced off first and the music paused to allow them to pick their next partners. Beryl was happy to see Simon choose his mother and Carolyn choose her father. Then Simon invited Beryl to the floor and Carolyn put out her hands in great happiness to dance with her father who'd she found to be an incorrigible tease, almost as bad as Buck had been.

Beryl chose as her brother as her partner as Carolyn had raced in to snaffle Buck.

"Evan I must apologize again for shunting you back a pew to make way for Capri and Buck."

"That's fine, it was where those two were meant to be and as for Roger asking me if I would mind Buck making the toast to his parents I was peeved, until I heard Buck get into his speech. He was magnificent."

"I thought so too; it made me cry. I was unaware he had that perspective of Roger and me."

When general dancing began Capri came over and invited Beryl to dance with her.

"Can we do this... what will people think?"

"Fuck what other people think Beryl, this is Carolyn's and your show. Buck and I want Roger and you to come and stay with us for a few days and bring Danny if he's interested. I'll find him a lively tart..."

"Er, could it be a homely girl?"

"No way, I'll find him a classy date with instructions to hold back because he's girl shy."

"That sounds a lot better. Yes Capri, I'd love that and will we have the opportunity to meet your parents?"

"Yes of course; they are anxious to meet you guys. You know of course I was born illegitimate and my father is married to someone else?"

"No, oh dear how sad that must have been for you. Rest assured it makes no difference to me whatever the complications."

"Good, I'm going to love having you for my mother?"

"Who me?" Beryl said, hugely surprised, sending Capri into peels of laughter.

A guy carrying four bottles of beer leered at them and said, "You two must be lesbians dancing together."

"Apologise or I'll kick those bottles so hard up your backside they'll emerge out of your mouth," Beryl said, breaking away and crouching slightly, hunching her shoulders.

The guy paled and said, "Lady, I apologise and mean it."

As he scurried away Capri laughed and said, "God Beryl you're priceless. That guy was big enough to send you into Sunday."

"Yeah, but he'd have to find his courage to do that and I would have walloped him by then."

"Don't you ever change Beryl, I agree with Buck. You are one of a kind."

"Buck said that?"

"Yes of course Beryl. And he said it affectionately."

"Well, well. I think I've misjudged that boy. I suppose he told you why he left home?"

"No," Capri lied.

"Well you'll not hear it from me," Beryl said. "That's water under the bridge."

THE END



Bucket List Boning



Jonette and I had dated for three years and lived together for two years. About nine months ago we began discussing marriage and our future. I am 31, once divorced and having had several serious relationships and a short marriage, am convinced that Jonette is the one for me. 

Jonette is a beautiful, bright, warm 26 year old woman of Swedish and German heritage. She has beautiful skin and soft flowing shoulder length wavy hair, greenish eyes, and a sweet girl next door smile. She is charming with a good sense of humor, eager, curious, determined, hard working, and fun to be around. While not a "life-of-the party" personality, she is comfortable around most anyone and well liked. With a well tone 5'-4", 123 pounds body shaped into a delightful 34C, 25, 36 inch figure she is also veerrry nice to look at. I could easily see myself growing old with Jonette. 

Jonette had one prior serous relationship but has pretty much been my special project over the past few years as she has learned to enjoy a full and active sex life. We've tried all the positions, every room in the apartment and a few at our places at work, a little porn, some toys, and my favorite -- photographing her in her growing wardrobe of sexy lingerie and outfits. Jonette has been an outstanding "student", learning with enthusiasm and outgrowing the narrow image of what constitutes an intimate relationship that she grew up with. We are very compatible in the bedroom and out. 

Several weeks ago we were watching the Bucket List movie on cable and began talking about things we wanted to do in our lives. First it was the professional and personal things, then, as we settled in bed we teased each other about our sexual bucket lists. Jonette challenged me to put together my list for her. Nothing was said for a few days then Friday evening after returning from a party with some friends I gave Jonette a little list I had put together. I divided the list into two sections. The first was the long term list of things I hoped to do with Jonette. It included taking erotic photos of Jonette in the Costa Rican jungles, fucking her silly in a romantic Parisian hotel after a night on the town, seeing Jonette flash for beads on Bourbon Street in New Orleans, and getting Jonette pregnant with our kids. 

As Jonette looked down the list she grinned and seemed moved by the romantic suggestions and the reference to having kids, saying, "That's sweet." 

I told Jonette there was more on the back of the page. She turned it over and read a new list with the heading "Things to happen before we Marry." 

Her look turned more serious as she read down the list aloud. 

1. Seduce a shy young man and give him a lifelong memory. 

2. Give in to a lustful urge and satisfy yourself with a hot jock, and, 

3. Submit to a weekend of entertaining a wealthy businessman.

First she laughed then looked at me more seriously asking what's the deal with the list. That started a long discussion. Jonette said she couldn't understand why I would put those things on the bucket list if I cared for her. That led to several days of discussion of the differences between love and sex and how guys in particular could easily differentiate between recreational sex and love and intimacy. 

Jonette has always been a little uncomfortable with the fact that I had "sown my wild oats" as the saying goes, while she had fallen in love with me before having many intimate experiences. While she had shown no interest in anyone else and was committed to our relationship, she had seen her sister go through a divorce due to infidelity and was uncomfortable around a close friend who was cheating on her husband. She had seen people succumb to temptation and understood the logic of satiating any curiosity to eliminate that motivation to stray. 

Jonette acknowledged that women, including her, could lust after a hot guy or get excited about some porn but she struggled with the idea of going beyond fantasy to recreational sex. 

She asked what was on my sexual bucket list. I told her that my remaining fantasy was to make sure she had some hot memories before we settled down to a normal life of work, kids, family and community. I wasn't interested in either of us being distracted emotionally or physically once we were married and it would be too risky to our reputations in our community. But for now, I wanted to see her have some fun. Jonette smiled and said, "If this is going to happen I am going to need your help and a little liquid courage." 

It had been three months since I had first brought up the bucket list. As we went about our normal activities I occasionally teased Jonette, mentioning seeing some guy check her out, asking her if she found particular men attractive or complimenting her on sexy outfits. Jonette seemed to be getting numb to the idea. Finally, about four months before our planned wedding I invited Jonette to travel with me to Atlanta for a three day weekend following a software trade show I had to attend. I told her it was time we made some progress on the bucket list. 

The reality seemed to be sinking in. Jonette was eager to visit Atlanta but noticeably nervous about the bucket list plan. Her emotions fluctuated between being excited, horny, scared, anxious, and even a little excited. As I encouraged her to pack several sexy outfits she was almost trembling. Our trip was uneventful and we had Thursday evening diner at a nice place before retiring for the night. I abstained from fucking her to keep her as horny as possible. I told her to check out the pool and shops while I was in meetings the next day. I told her I had reserved the adjoining room for Friday and gave her the key card so she should move her things there. She looked puzzled as I explained that if she got lucky she should use the room next door but unlock the pass-thru door on her side. As she indicated that she wasn't sure she would be able to go through with the plan I mentioned that 120 rooms in the hotel were reserved for college software programmers who were part of a completion the conference was hosting and that I was sure she could find quite a collection of shy bashful types to seduce. And if not, there were no doubt numerous jocks or businessmen around to choose from. We cuddled and I feel asleep with visions of Jonette with another man. 

As I headed out in the morning I handed Jonette her smallest bikini and said I was sure she would have no trouble finding some very interested guys around the pool later in the day. I told her she could fill me in at dinner at 7:00 so to make any dates for later in the evening. As I looked at Jonette she looked adorable with her sweet innocent smile. Her skin glowed and her skimpy nightie did little to hide her full breasts and firm nipples. Jonette had no idea how easy it would be for her to get some lonesome horny guy interested in getting in her panties - if she showed any willingness at all. 

I gave Jonette a passionate good bye kiss and wished her luck as I headed out to my meetings. I wondered what might really happen. I suspected that Jonette would not be willing to go thru with anything without a lot more encouragement and some liquid courage -- but then again some strange man might be nailing her to the bed while I was off at meetings. 

As I suspected, Jonette had a pleasant day shopping and sunning by the pool. When I returned she was dressed in a sheer white blouse with a very visible white push up bra and a tight white short skirt and sandals. The sun had given her a warm glow. She was nursing a margarita and anxious to see me. In response to my inquiry "Well?" she smiled and said she had fun shopping and checking out the prospects. 

She asked, "Do you like my new hunting clothes." I grinned my acceptance as I realized just how sheer her top was. It was obviously meant to be worn with a camisole and the fact that she only had an overflowing bra under it made it hard to resist staring. 

We headed for dinner at a nearby pub. About half way through dinner Jonette's cell phone rang. She blushed when she looked at the number and took the call. 

"Really?" "Congratulations." .... "I am at dinner now but, yes, I can meet you at 9:00?" ... "I said I would help you celebrate if you won, and I will keep my promise." ... "Let's meet at the patio bar." 

Jonette smiled as she hung up. Trying to be casual, she said, "One of the guys I met by the pool was competing in a software design competition and just found out he won a blue ribbon. I had told him that if he won I would help him celebrate." 

Then after a pause she said, "He is a shy young man -- just what your bucket list called for." 

My stomach tightened and the blood surged to my groin as the statements sunk in. I quickly poured her another glass of wine and made a toast, "To liquid courage and good memories."

As I looked at her I said, "Tell me about him." 

Jonette smiled and said, "Well, he's young, a college sophomore, cute, not really handsome or hot, but cute. Curly hair, kind of slight, nice smile." "We visited for about an hour after I splashed on him." 

I asked her what he knew about her and she said, "Next to nothing. He thinks I'm on a weekend shopping visit. I didn't wear my engagement ring and didn't mention you. I do know he doesn't have a girlfriend, and he definitely got a tent in his swimsuit as we visited." "He was anxious about the competition and I'm sure he will be very excited about the ribbon." "He is in town alone and flies out tomorrow evening."

I asked, "So how does he think you are going to celebrate?" 

Jonette responded, "I think he wants to go to a jazz club. -- I didn't tell him he was a candidate for my bucket list."

"So if he plays his cards right is he going to get in your panties?" I asked.

"Could be." "Is that what you want to happen?" 

"I think you might enjoy it and I'm betting it will be a lifelong memory if you make it happen." 

After that we paid our tab and headed back to the room. Jonette was going to freshen up before heading to the patio to meet Jim. I was going to make sure the pass through door was unlocked on both sides and place a baby monitor microphone in Jonette's room -- part of our agreed upon safety assurance plan. 

Jonette headed down at 8:45 and I followed but at a distance so I could take a look at the young man --also part of the safety plan. After I spotted them together I headed back to the room to watch some movies. 

I was surprised when I heard noise in the hall and Jonette's room door opening about 10:30. Seemed early to me and I wondered if she was alone. As soon as the room door was open the baby monitor microphone picked up the conversation and it was clear that Jonette had company. She sounded giggly drunk and the young man was mostly quiet as Jonette chattered. Things quieted quickly after Jonette told Jim to sit on the couch. For the next fifteen minutes there were various sounds with Jonette's occasional giggle and various words like, nice, more, here, that's good, and umm. At one point I heard Jonette say, "You've been ogling my tits all night now get your head down here and take care of them." 

The most intelligible sentence I had been able to make out from Jim followed, "They are even more gorgeous than I imagined." Followed by suckling sounds. There was some moaning and groaning and whimpering sounds for several minutes - the sounds to two people making out. After several minutes I heard Jonette says "Its time to really celebrate." Followed by sounds of a belt being undone and a zipper being lowered. Then a second zipper. I didn't know if it was Jim's pants or Jonette's skirt first, but it was pretty clear they were both down to their underwear. 

Jonette giggled and said, "It looks like your cock is standing at attention and ready to celebrate now." 

Jim responded, "Time to see what's hiding in those little panties." 

The patience of youth -- they had been going at it for over half an hour and Jim still hadn't got Jonette's panties off. 

The next twenty minutes was more unintelligible sounds of hot passion. Grunts, moans, gasping for breath, and panting. Finally, I could hear Jonette, "Fuck me. Stick that cock in me. Quit teasing me and fuck me." 

Then, "Yes, yes, yes -- fuck me." Then moaning and groaning and the sound of bodies slapping together. It sounded like Jim was pounding Jonette good. Jonette was being pummeled by her first new cock in years and she seemed to be enjoying it. 

Very quickly I heard the familiar sound of Jonette having an orgasm followed quickly by loud grunts that I presumed was Jim unloading in her hot wet pussy. My lubed-up pulsing six inches exploded into a towel as I masturbated to the sounds of my fiancé being fucked in the next room. 

The room was quiet for about 20 minutes. It was just past midnight. Finally I heard Jonette ask Jim if he would take a quick shower than go to the lounge and get her a margarita. The shower ran for a few minutes that I heard the door close. Jonette quickly appeared in the connecting doorway. She has slipped her panties on but otherwise looked like a well fucked young woman. She smiled and boasted that she could now check the first item off her bucket list. I asked how it was and she said it was exciting because it was different and he was so eager and inexperienced but sensitive to her responses. She said he seemed completely infatuated with her breasts and had said his only serious girlfriend was a small A cup and Jonette's shapely C-cup boobs were a real treat.

"And his cock?" I asked. 

Jonette said it was a tad longer and a tad thinner than mine and worked just fine. 

"Did he do it in the Missionary position?" I asked. 

Jonette responded. "Yes, he wanted to watch my boobs bounce as he fucked me."

"And what position are you going to try next when he gets back with your drink? " I asked. 

Jonette looked at me with a funny look and paused. She seemed surprised that I was suggesting she wasn't done. After thinking a few minutes she rather proudly said, "I'm going to teach him how to suck pussy next then do me doggy style." 

I said, "He'll be back soon better hurry and freshen up. I'll be listening, have fun."

As Jonette closed the pass through door I was back to listening to the sounds in the room next door. The shower was turned on and a few moments later I heard the door as Jim returned. A few more minutes and the shower was off and soon I heard Jonette asking Jim how he liked her outfit. As Jim responded that she looked hot in red I realized that Jonette had put on her red satin bra and panty set. 

They seemed to be visiting over their fresh drinks for several minutes then the unmistakable sounds of love making resumed. Jim was being coached as Jonette moaned and groaned between instructions. Jim seemed an eager student as Jonette steered him on the directions and intensity of his oral exploration. After what appeared to be another orgasm my Jonette caught her breath then instructed Jim to burry that cock in her. I imagined she was taking it doggy style over the arm of the guest chair in the room. As Jim came a second time I did as well. 

I cleaned up and turned in for the night as the room next door went quiet. Jonette later told me that I must have slept thru the 3:00am cowboy style romp and the 8:00 am shower romp as Jim received his first ever blow job and titty fuck in the shower before he cleaned up to head out for a seminar. 

Jonette slept late but woke up very happy. She had been apprehensive about whether or not she would be able to go through with it and enjoy it without feelings of guilt. She enjoyed being the dominate partner and giving the young man a night to remember and she had been so horny that the multiple couplings had been very satisfying. 

The rest of the weekend was delightful and relaxing with tender sex Saturday and a hot romp on Sunday before heading home. Jonette seemed pleased that the liaison did not seem to impact our relationship and that she was able to go through with it. She was excited by the thought of another man finding her attractive and fucking her. 

As we drove home Jonette mentioned she only had two months to complete the bucket list before the wedding. She volunteered that she had an idea for item two, satisfy yourself with a hot jock, but it was my job to arrange number three, submit to a weekend of entertaining a wealthy businessman. 

She mentioned that one of the trainers at her gym was going to be moving back to Brazil in two weeks to take care of the family business so she was thinking of giving him a special good bye gift. I told her that sounded hot and I would like to watch.  

The rest of the way home my mind wandered between the memories of the sound of Jonette being fucked to the vision of her being taken by a muscled jock to what devilish plan I could concoct to carry out item three. 

To be continued...