1 comments/ 20411 views/ 2 favorites Lonely By: Xesevoli Remember how it was for you? Living alone, eating alone and sleeping alone... just being alone? Well that's me. After work I came home after stopping at my favorite burger joint drive through, and ate alone. No television and no radio turned on and after dinner with clothes changed I sat at the computer and read the news. I even checked out the 'strange news' while occasionally sipping what was left of a large coke. No dishes to wash because I did them yesterday. No clothes or bedding to wash, I'd done those the night before. There was no cleaning to do and no one's been over or coming over I suppose. Anyway it's clean enough for me and the trash is gone. I'd found and started a tutorial online last week and so I finished it tonight. No telephone calls because my Internet use blocks the telephone line, but no one will call anyway. I played with some stuff for work and planned my effort for the next week and it was still only nine in the evening. I don't drink so my wits were about me. Finally, I visited my online Messenger and looked around. I'd been there before and had no luck; I don't know why I kept coming back. Its human nature not to give up I guessed. Anyway, I'd searched for ladies my age that will talk or that may be interested in a male's conversation. I'd been going through the listings again and reading profiles. I recognized many that were still here and looking but I'd either tried before and they hadn't been interested or I'd not been interested. You may wonder how a guy with no prospects can be selective, and I can't answer but I am. I'd been through many pages tonight and still nothing. I was about to sign-off when I see a new name and she'd just joined Messenger. I located and read her profile and she sounded interesting. I noticed too that it said she's on-line right now. Why not I thought as I composed a short welcome and asked about her? I sent it off and waited, but nothing. I shut down and headed to bed feeling worse than before I'd found her. It was much the same the following night. I was in a lonely apartment with a lonely mind. I cleaned the bathroom including the shower and head and then washed the basin and put things away. I carried out the trash and then returned and turned on the computer. Again the news, and again nothing else as I accessed Messenger again. Wait! Can it be? I have mail from someone at Messenger? I ask to read it and the computer seems to go on a journey like Van Winkle, but finally opened the mail. It's her! She apologizes for not answering last night and says she didn't know what to say. But after thinking about it all day she'd decided to take a chance. She'd included and I read small details of her life and then sent off my own response. It was only moments before my screen wrote her second reply. She was there and willing to talk. Now what to talk about? I was tongue-tied, but finally answered with small facts about myself. She says she is interested and so I asked more of her. Soon we are carrying on a comfortable conversation and I find that I like her... at least what I know of her. She's says that she is a big girl, but so what. I like large ladies and always have. Many people don't understand much about how it feels to want someone to call your own. Not to literally own or control, but to share with. The problem is doubly aggravated when you are large or homely or have anything but averageness or beauty of mind or body or prowess. Even nerds are shunned and they are the thinkers in the crowd in most cases. I'm not a jock, not a nerd exactly, not average in anything and I'm definitely manifest opposite the listing of beauty. I try to explain about my interests, my concerns and my own self image. Suddenly my screen says that I'm invited to view her webcam. I'm insane and this can't be happening but I answer that I do want to see her cam. It takes way too long for my monitor to display an image but I'm enchanted by the screen and wait. It's her and she is smiling and she is beautiful. I mean I know guys that wouldn't necessarily think so, but that doesn't include me. The microphone is next and finally I hear her soft voice asking if I can see and hear her. Yes I respond and study her image. I can't help myself as I type out what I see and thank her and admire her and want to know even more of her. She is almost eight years younger than I am, but eighty years more beautiful. She thanks me and doesn't believe that I feel that way. I really do and tell her again. She is pleased that I think so and then on a whim, she pushes away from the camera and stands up. I can see most of her now as she steps back and then turns slowly and my eyes watch intently. She is still talking to me as she resumes her seat at the computer and I begin to gush my thoughts. I'm honest in everything I say and she is smiling. What can be more pleasant than a lady's smile? I'm not reading and when I finally glance at what she's written she is asking if I have a camera, too. I do, but I tell her that she really shouldn't see me. She insists and so I finally give in. Without much to say, she finally asks me to stand and turn around slowly. I do. She writes back that she is quite impressed. With me? Now that is almost too much. A woman has never said anything like that to me before. She is too kind. I like her and why not? She is a lovely woman that seems to like me and I certainly like her and it has only been part of an evening. I ask about her work, her family and her likes and dislikes. I ask her height and find she'll fit comfortably under my arm. I ask more including her approximate location, but she is reticent and I finally apologize for asking. She thanks me for my interest but prefers to stay private. I can't blame her because in today's world all ladies must get hit on by every guy that sees their name. We talk a bit more before making a date to meet online again tomorrow night. She will be busy the following night but I mention my interest in meeting again whenever she has time. We will skip night after next, but will meet again the following night. I thank her again and tell her of my pleasure as she closes her webcam and then signs off. I go to bed with my spirits lifted for the first time in a very long time. My arousal accompanies me as I crawl naked beneath the sheets while still thinking of her. This night I dream of her in a short white satin gown, wearing nothing beneath. This is part of my dream: I love the way the white satin gown seems to caress her breasts, her thighs and her beautiful ass -- it's very sensual. I slowly approach her from behind and wrap my arms around her and cup that warm fullness in each hand. I feel her respond and love the pleasure of slowly fondling, kneading, and stroking their soft warmth until I feel the warm nipples rising to attention beneath. I love squeezing, rolling, kneading, pulling and softly pinching those two wonderful nipples as I nibble and kiss the nape of her neck. From memory I visualize her and imagine the beauty of each breast, each nipple and that wonderful ass rising off the bed and facing me. I slowly turn her and run my tongue along her neck and up to her mouth and moist lips and gently kiss her and tease her tongue with my own. As she responds I kiss her deep and firm Slowly I slide one hand down across her soft tummy until it rests against that gentle rise between her thighs. I stroke and slowly increase the pressure and then bring my other hand down to gently raise the hem of her gown and allow me entrance. When I have her warm, I kneel and stroke her pussy with my tongue and gently squeeze my hand between her thighs to fondle her full pussy. I cup her labia and slowly stroke across two wonderfully moist lips. I gently spread them as I insert one finger, stroke, insert two fingers, and stroke, and continue until she softly whispers enough and begins to move under my hands. With her building passion, I stand again and raise one hand to release her gown and let it slide over her smooth skin and into a pile at our feet. I slowly drop to one knee, inhale her aroma and use that same free hand to gently nudge apart her thighs until there is room for my face and tongue to enter. I begin a slow lave along her lips and into her pussy. As my lips raise the hood over her clit my tongue and lips enter and draw it into my mouth. I use my tongue and lips to further raise her passion as I kiss and fondle her with the flat of my tongue. I feel it respond and grow firm as I slowly draw a soft suction and caress it. As she presses back against my face, I spread her thighs further and crawl under and turn to face her and insert my fingers to find her g-spot. I insert my tongue and make love to that pleasure spot. As I feel her respond and begin to climax her knees weaken and I lower her slowly to the floor on knees atop me. I watch her bend forward me and take me deeply into her mouth and begin to make love to my cock. I feel her hips rotate as her climax nears and I feel the increased pressure of her pussy against my face. Before she can cum, I wrap both of my arms around her thighs, hold them so that she can't move them, and use the fingers of each hand to spread her pussy and reach in to again caress and rub her clit. I feel her stop the effort on my cock as I arouse her, and then as she reaches climax and peaks I feel her cum from both sensations at once. I taste her juices flowing from both g-spot and clit into my mouth and across my face. I feel her tremble and feel her body tense and her hips thrust as she peaks. I watch again and she slowly bends forward to catch and taste the warm reward from my cock. I kiss her and let the taste mingle as I revel in the sweetness of our juices. I wake and wish I could still be with her. The next day she is on my mind and I hurry home to meet her online. She is late and I fear she has missed the time or changed her mind, but then she signs in and I'm alert again daring not to breathe until she activates the cam again. She is there and as beautiful as I remembered from last night and my dream. I greet her and can hardly contain my excitement as she responds. She is the sweetest I've met on the net, and possibly the sweetest I've met. I ask how many guys are pursuing her after reading her profile and she tells me that she received four replies and none of them satisfactory except mine. Besides my personality she says, she really does think I look nice and that I like her. I ask what we can talk about and she replies that nothing is off limits if I'm comfortable. I ask if that includes sex and she answers again that everything is okay if I'm comfortable. I ask her sexual preferences and she tells me. She hasn't had much sex but enjoyed it and wants a more. I ask if she's ever had or given oral sex and she replies yes to both. She loves the feel of lips and tongue on her pussy and has very sensitive nipples. She's only had oral twice and only one was close to satisfactory. She's given oral a few times and only let one guy cum in her mouth. She says that it may be a taste she has to acquire and I laugh. She asks about me and my preferences. I like to satisfy a lady, especially a large lady. If a lady enjoys oral then I want to enjoy her, too. I tell her that it's true that a woman does taste sweet to me and that I love to try and control her passion. Jokingly I ask if she'd like me to demonstrate and she smiles back and very quietly says yes. I'm instantly aroused and we continue. I'm comfortable discussing sex with her and she is the most honest and open gal I've ever met. She replies that she doesn't know how or why she is comfortable discussing such intimacy with me, but she is. I tell her of my dream and leave out the most graphic parts, but she asks about them and I tell her. She says that she is flattered that after only one discussion I can think of her that way, but tells me that she hopes she can include me in a dream too. She leaves the chair rather abruptly and I fear that she is upset with me, but she returns in a robe and apologizes that she had to get ready for bed. I ask how she is dressed and she tells me that she sleeps nude and the robe is only for the camera. I admit that her reply has me turned on and that I wish for more and would really like to see all of her. She smiles and tells me that it may happen some day. She seems pensive before smiling at the camera and asking if I ever play with myself. For a moment I'm not sure I heard her question right and ask what she means. She repeats that she's sure that I already know what she meant. I swallow twice and respond that I do, and she comes back telling me that she does, too. She then ventures to tell me that she is right now. I notice an arm out of view and ask about it. She tells me that her robe is open below the desk and she has been busy almost since she changed to her robe. I'm pleased and aroused and ask if I can see. She puts her head back and I see her arm moving below the camera and then I watch a range of emotions on her face. She is totally absorbed for a few moments and then her arm stops moving and a relaxed smile decorates her face. She is silent and licks her lips before she looks down and asks if I enjoyed watching her. Oh yes I tell her and I mean it. She raises her hand and asks if I can see the wetness on it. I can. I say again that I'd like to see all of her and she smiles and tells me that she may the next time we talk, throws me a kiss and then closes the camera and signs off. I sit for minutes looking at the black window where she was only minutes ago. My mind is racing and I find that I have myself in my hand and my pants are opened. I shut the machine down and go to bed. My dream repeats with the added feature of my watching her masturbate. It has been a very long two days when I arrive home and turn on the computer again. As I wait for her, I read the news again, check my email, get up and fix my dinner, and wait. Again, I'm about ready to sign-off thinking she couldn't make it, when a message again appears telling me that she is online. With perhaps too much eagerness I reach for the mouse and open a message window. It is a few moments before her camera comes on and she answers and then asks if I've been waiting long. Two days I reply and she smiles. She says that it has been a long two days for her, too. We talk for awhile and inquire about our respective jobs. She hasn't eaten dinner yet and I urge her to go fix something. She's gone for a few minutes and returns with a plate and drink. She asks If I mind if she eats while we talk and my obvious answer is no. I enjoy watching anything she does. I enjoy her movements and her dress and I enjoy movements apparent on her face. She eats shyly and I try to keep the conversation alive. She asks if I like to play with foods and I ask what she means. She replies by opening her robe and selecting a can of whipped cream from out of range of the camera. I'm staring at her breasts with my mouth open and she laughs as she removes the top and points it at one nipple and then slowly circles a nipple with the cream. I decide that I definitely like to play with foods and tell her. She smiles and tells me how pressure from the nozzle tickles and then plays with one finger in the cream. Slowly she brings the finger to her mouth watching me as she cleans it with her tongue. I'm curious and ask her if she can reach her nipple with her tongue and she responds by raising it to her mouth and cleaning it with her tongue as she smiles at the camera. If a tongue can have a hard-on... my does. She gets embarrassed now and leaves for a moment. When she returns it has been several minutes and she is fully covered again. She seems embarrassed and I ask her. She softly replies that she isn't sure why she did it, but she'd thought about it all day. She tells me that she's never been nude on camera before and I believe her, but I try to reassure her that it's okay. I tell her how very much I enjoyed it and that she has such beautiful breasts. I ask her to show me again before she's had time to think about it all night. Eventually I persuade her and she is so sexy looking. I want to push my luck and ask for more and I tell her. She stands and drops her robe and I can see the thong she is wearing. She is a beautiful lady and the word large applies equally to her body and her beauty. I ask and she tells me that she does indeed shave as she returns to her seat without the robe. Now she asks to see more of me and the tables are turned. I really am nothing that a lady can admire. I have a slight tummy and my ass is too small. I try to get out of showing but she threatens to put her robe back on if I won't let her see. Eventually, and fearing that I'm about to lose her, I stand. She asks me to take off my shirt and when it is almost gone she asks me to drop my jeans too. I warn her that she has me excited and that perhaps she shouldn't see all of me. She laughs and insists with even more force. Slowly I unbutton the jeans and she is telling me what to do. I slide my fingers into the waist of the jeans and push them down. My cock is freed and definitely displays my arousal. She whistles and I'm embarrassed, but she apologizes and insists that I finish. My pants hang up in the crotch and when I bend my knees and spread my legs to free them my balls fall forward fully exposed. She says she likes what she can see and then stops. A moment later she quietly asks if I will hold myself for her. I move one hand forward and enclose it with my thumb and two fingers. She smiles and says no that she meant for me to actually hold it and stroke for her. I take it more firmly and slowly retract. She asks again, but this time she wants my other hand under my balls as I stroke. As I do what she tells me she leans back in her chair and reaches one hand down the front of her thong and my grip and my rhythm increase. Her other hand travels to a breast and kneads it with a palm and then teases the nipple with its fingers. She begins moving almost in time with me and I really want to see more. I ask her to take off her thong and I stop as she stands and removes it. When she sits again I can see her finger slowly circling her clit as she stares at the monitor. I talk to her now and we begin describing what we're feeling and wanting. She puts a leg up on the table and brings the other knee up and back on the seat of her chair. Her pussy is open and I watch as she brings her other hand down and I see her stroking herself. After a moment she is talking as raggedly as I am and her fingers enter her pussy while she continues to work her clit. Watching her has me fully aroused and I fear that I might climax before her and I try to slow my movements. Her eyes are hooded as she watches me and works. She hollers for me to not stop or slow down and her eyes widen, but narrow again as I return to a full rapid stroke. She is wet and I can see it as she works both hands and her entire body responds. She tries to talk and I try to answer, but we are each beyond that point of no return. I try to catch it as I release but openly fill my hand and it runs off to be refilled again. I hear her moan and her eyes are wide at what she sees from me, and she excitedly announces that she too is there and all motion pauses as she climaxes. I pick up my shirt and wipe my hands and she manages what looks like tissue and is wiping herself. As I finish I hear her laugh and tell me how erotic that was. She mentions that she has never watched a man masturbate before and never from watching her. I assure her that I don't make a habit of it myself, but that it was such a thrill watching her and hearing her telling me what she wanted to see that I couldn't prevent my own climax. She smiles and thanks me and says that she wishes we could have been together. Lonely Now we don't bother to dress and we talk comfortably for awhile. I ask about her past relationships but return every line to her. She is everything I've been wanting. On a whim I ask for her phone number and she is reluctant. After minutes of promises and explanations she agrees and gives it to me. My mouth is open and she asks what I'm thinking. I don't know what to say at first and then I explain that we have the same area code and prefix. She studies me and then asks if I'm teasing her. I'm not teasing and I give her my own number and then my address. She is quiet and then says we are only about a mile apart. What is the probability of such a coincidence? Meeting someone on the Web, developing a relationship and then finding out we're practically neighbors. I ask for her address and ask if she is busy right now and if I can come over. She smiles, provides me with her address and directions, and tells me to leave the underclothes off. She says she'll expect me in ten minutes. I took the fastest shower of my life, pulled on a fresh pair of pants and grabbed a shirt. I was still buttoning while backing the car. I saw a fast food place on the way and pulled in to get burgers, cokes and fries and was on my way again. It was just over fifteen minutes when I pulled up in front. I took the stairs two steps at a time to her second floor apartment. I was totally out of breath when I rang the bell. She came to the door after the second ring and was even more that the video had shown. She was in the shorty robe I'd seen the other night. She smiled shyly and invited me in, but I was already taking her in my arms. Our first kiss was electric and I almost dropped the cokes I was holding. She responded perfectly and her mouth was warm, wet and sweet. Finally she pushed me away and took the stuff to put on a table, but I was right behind her and when she turned I was ready again. This time when we kissed my arms were around her and I slowly dropped them to hold her cheeks intending to pull her closer. Instead I felt a perfect softness and continued beneath the hem of the robe to explore and find she was wearing nothing beneath. I pulled back and smiled at her and she softly whispered that since she'd set the ground rules for me she didn't think it would be right to wear anything herself. I was on autopilot as I opened her robe and let it slide to the floor. I'll swear that the night gown she was wearing was exactly the one I'd seen in my dream and I could see every familiar curve through its sheerness. I dropped to my knees and my arms pulled her forward to me as my face moved under the gown and I caught the same familiar scent from my dream. She was soft and it was a moment before I tasted that same familiar sweetness. Is it possible to know such things from merely a dream? Before I could follow through she was pulling me to my feet. She took the offensive and removed my shirt first and then my pants. As her hand closed around me I almost had to sit down. She studied me and said that I was everything she'd been hoping for, and I felt the same about her and told her. I slowly removed her robe and we moved to the sofa. She felt so good in my hands and I wanted her more than any gal I'd ever been with. We explored, and explored and then she led me to the huge bed in the bedroom and we finally made love. We explored everything we'd each talked about on the web and added a few personal innovations. It was the best night and weekend of my life. And surprisingly she was exactly like my dream. Lonely A big thank you to my editors, LadyCibelle and Techsan, for their editing of my stories making them a much better read. * Chapter 1 What to say. I was lonely and paid the price. Life was so good and my marriage was great. We had two nearly grown children and were living a rather normal life. Then, she had to go and die. God, how I miss her! Women of forty don't die of heart attacks. At least I didn't think they did. Now I was all alone. Mary and I were good together, really good. She and her twin sister Barb, and me and my best friend Bill hung together all through school. Damn, those were the days. It actually took Bill and me a while to make sure we were with the right girl when we all went out. There were many times they fooled us. Bill told me about a little red birth mark on Barb's behind. It was just above her right butt cheek. Whenever they tried to fool us we would ask one of them to show us her ass. It was funny, all of us wrestling around trying to look at the girls' butts. We used to have so much fun together. We all made sexual advances to one another but to the best of my knowledge we didn't have sex with the other's girl or wife. I say best of my knowledge because in our earlier years Bill and I used to get a buzz on pretty often. The girls always said they could pull a switcharoo on us and we would never know. We really were the best of friends. We actually had a double wedding ceremony. We even went on our honeymoon together. I know that might sound weird to some people but it wasn't. We were able to share our days with our best friends and our nights alone making love; kind of the best of everything. I know you've heard about two peas in a pod; we were four peas. Barb and Bill had two kids about the same age as ours. They even hung around together, till they were older and each went their own way, but sill remained friends. We each had a son and a daughter. Life was good. I was a truck driver, and Bill worked as a dispatcher in a major shipping office. Both Mary and Barb were teachers. What a surprise, them both being teachers! Good thing they taught in different schools or they would have driven the kids nuts since they looked so much alike. They only taught part-time till our kids were old enough to enter school. Then they taught full time. Mary wanted to be there for our kids and she always was. Nice part about being a teacher, she was always there for them since she had the same days off they had. Of course I was there for them too whenever I wasn't on the road. Throughout my truck driving career I did my best to plan around family events. When I would go across country, I would do my best not to be gone more than five days. I think you get the picture here. We were a close loving family and Bill and Barb were our closest friends as well as relatives. The day I was coming back from a run to the west coast was the worst day of my life. My cell phone rang and it was my son Ryan. He was crying. "Dad, they came and took Mom to the hospital. I think she was dead." "What? What happened? I can't believe this." I pulled to the side of the road listening to what my son was saying. Ryan continued, "I got up this morning and was getting ready to head to college. Mom hadn't got up yet. I walked into her room and called to her. She didn't move. Dad, she just laid there. I shook her and she still didn't move. I kind of went crazy crying and yelling at her, then I called 911. They were here in less than five minutes. I heard the paramedics talking. They didn't know I was in the other room listening to them. I guess they just thought I was in shock. I heard them say there wasn't a heartbeat. I asked them if Mom was dead and they said the doctor at the hospital would let us know." "Where are you now, Ryan? I don't think you should be driving." "I'm still at the house. I called Aunt Barb and she said she will be here in a few minutes. I told her what I told you and we are going to the hospital together." I could hear my son crying again. "Ryan, I'll drive straight through. I should be home in about seven hours. If you're able, you should call your sister right away and let her know." "Dad, Aunt Barb just walked in. Do you want to talk to her?" He must have handed the phone to Barb who was crying also. "Jerry, I can't believe this. She is too young to die. She wasn't only my sister but was also my best friend," cried Barb. "Barb, I need you to be strong for the kids." I was crying too at this time. "I'll be there in about seven hours. I asked Ryan to call Sheila and let her know. God, this is so hard. I guess we all say it will never happen to us," I said through my tears. "Jerry, I told Bill and he said he would meet Ryan and me at the hospital. I'll stay there with your kids until you get back." She started crying again. "I can't believe this is happening. Why, God? She was such a good person." We said our goodbyes and I headed down the road with a face full of tears. I had to hold it together; I had another seven hours of driving ahead. My life with Mary was flashing before my eyes. God must have taken over the driving because I don't even remember going up the road. All I could remember was thinking about my wife and family. I pulled up about seven hours later in front of my house. To this day I honestly don't know how I got here. There were a number of cars parked at our house. As I walked in, my daughter was the first to come up to me crying. She was married last year and was pregnant with her first child. A child that Mary will never get to see. "Daddy, Mom's dead," she cried. "Why, Dad? Why Mom?" I was crying. I had no answers. Why did God hurt good families? I always hear preachers say that God didn't do it, but to me he let it happen. I sure hope there was a hereafter so we could all be together again in this so-called heaven. It was all we could hope for. Surely this wasn't the end of Mary's life. There must be an eternal place for good people like her. I just hugged my pregnant daughter and told her I didn't know why God let this happen. Someday we will see Mom again. We just have to believe it. What other choice was there? When Barb came up and hugged me, all I could think about was Mary. I wanted to see if Barb had the birthmark and maybe this was all a joke or fantasy. I knew better, but when a loved one dies, the mind plays tricks on you. I squeezed and hugged Barb like there was no tomorrow. Other than Mary, I loved her more than any woman alive. After the funeral, I felt so alone. Ryan usually stayed at college. Good thing he was home that fateful night of his mom's death. I would hate to think she would have laid there till I got home. Sheila lived a few miles away and came to see me as often as she could. She was working part-time and her husband worked in a law office. He was a few years older than Sheila but he was a good man. Sheila was just working part-time for something to do. She was going to be a full time mom when the baby arrived. She had learned that from Mary. I spent more and more time on the road. I had no reason to rush home. I knew my family was worried about me but there wasn't much else out there for me. Whenever I was home, I would go see Sheila and I was there for the birth of my grandson. Mary would have been so proud. Sheila and I cried when we thought about how her mom would have reacted to the birth. Barb was there for the birth also. She was like a second mother to Sheila and Ryan. I knew she wouldn't have missed seeing the birth for the world. She was already a grandmother when her daughter gave birth last year. Every time I saw Barb, I pictured Mary. It was so lonely. Barb would always hug me. I know that she knew I needed it deep down. She almost always cried when we hugged. Barb's daughter, Sandy, was in college also. I had always wished that my son Ryan and she would hook up, but it never happened. Ryan told me one time when we talked about it that he loved Sandy, but they hung around so much together that he loved her like a sister. They were already family. As the first year after Mary's death passed, I never got over the loneliness. I traveled more and more. The only real solace I got was when I came home and saw my grandson. I also enjoyed going over to Bill and Barb's for dinner. Barb and Mary were from the old school. You made homemade dinner for your families. Not just some quick thaw frozen excuse for meat. The hardest part of going to Bill and Barb's was seeing Barb and being reminded of the woman I no longer had. I started going there less and less. Another year had gone by and Ryan graduated from college. He got a nice position but it was in another state. Of course I didn't see much of him as it was, since his mother's death. Sandy, Barb and Bill's daughter, got married and I did make it home for the wedding. It was nice seeing all our children venturing out on their own. I remember Bill telling me at Sandy's wedding, "You know, Jerry, we did good. We met the two nicest women in this world, we stayed good close friends and we both have wonderful kids who have grown up to be responsible adults. We did good." "Yes, the only sad part is Mary not being here to see it all," I said with tears glassing over my eyes. "She sees it, Jerry. She is smiling down from heaven right now, watching from a front row seat, smiling for Sandy." Here we were, two grown men both crying. We truly were the best of friends. Bill reminded me of a pact that we made years before that we would all remain friends forever. If something should ever happen to any of us, we would all be there for one another and our families. Chapter 2 Life was going on and I was driving down to Texas with a load of paper products. I was stopped by a parade route going down the street to where I was taking my paper load. A couple of college students came up to my truck and starting yelling obscenely at me. "You're responsible for global warming. You killed thousands and thousands of our trees. You're polluting our environment." What the fuck? What the hell were these idiots talking about? I was about ready to get out of my truck with a tire iron and pollute a couple of heads when a police squad car pulled up and told these two assholes to get back in their parade. "Please get back in your truck sir," said the officer. "What the hell is going on? What were those two jokers coming after me for?" I asked the officer. "It's an Earth Day parade, Sir. You know, save the trees, save the spotted owl. Ride a bike, stop polluting our atmosphere and burning our natural resources," the officer said. "You mean they're blaming me for driving a truck and making a living? What the hell has the world come to? The guy out here trying to make a living is the bad guy and these idiots that have nothing better to do think they are the good guys. Maybe I lived too long already," I told the officer. The officer was laughing. "I agree with you, sir, but we are just here to keep the peace. It would be kind of hard fighting crime without vehicles." The college kids kept giving me the finger as they marched down the road. I couldn't believe they spent their time even making up their stupid signs. How would they have drawn the stupid sign if there wasn't a tree cut down to give them their paper to make the stupid sign to begin with. I was sure glad my kids never took part in these crazy causes. I sat there reading the signs. "Save the spotted owl. Stop using our natural resources. Don't drive SUV's, Electric cars are the way of the future." On and on, sign after sign. Someone needed to sit these students down and explain the facts of life to them. To get electric, you need to burn either coal or a fuel of some type. That is our natural resources. Big car, small car, did it make a difference in the end? What would these kids do if someone shut off their grandparents' heat? I think most of these kids need to understand that every truck driver is doing a service. Everything we have is moved from one location to another by truck, train, or boat. Look, I'm not against nature. I like animals, trees, nice parks, fresh water, but there needs to be a balance here. What is one willing to give up to have something else. Why does every generation think they have all the answers? Oh well, the parade has moved on so I can deliver my rolls of paper. I drove in and some of the workers were just shaking their heads at the college kids. I would sure be glad when I got unloaded and out of this area. As soon as I got out of the city limits I found me a nice truck stop. They had day rooms and a lounge for the truckers who wanted to clean up. I got my room and, after cleaning up, I headed to the lounge. I wasn't planning on spending the night in the motel; I just wanted to clean up some of this street grime off my body. I was sipping a beer and watching the club girls dancing. I looked around and saw some of the couples holding each other tightly while dancing. I thought about Mary and how we would go dancing with Bill and Barb. After a couple of beers I decided to hit the road. I thought I could drive for a few more hours before settling in for the night. I had a sleeper cab which was my home away from home. As I approached it I saw a guy walking around with a tire iron walking between the trucks yelling in Spanish. I thought it might be one of the protesters and got myself prepared to fight. From a distance he yelled at me. "Sir, have you seen a dark haired Mexican girl? She's short, maybe 5' 1", a little stocky but pretty. She's twenty years old." I realized he wasn't part of the Earth Day protestors but was looking for someone. At least I didn't have to fight him. "There were a couple of Mexican girls matching that description inside the lounge," I answered. "Why are you looking for her if I may ask?" "She was my girlfriend. She took this tire iron and hit my car with it. I saw her run across the parking lot. I'll kill her if I see her. She damaged my car." "Take it easy, fellow. Don't go killing anyone over a dented car. Just call the police and file a report. Give yourself time to calm down." I got in my truck and started it up. I heard a noise and looked back in my sleeper compartment and saw the girl. "What the fuck are you doing in my truck?" "Please, sir, help me. You heard him; he'll hurt me. Just drive out and you can let me out in the next town." I could see she was really scared and I saw the guy still walking around the parking lot with the tire iron. I knew I should have asked her to get out of my truck but I thought about my daughter. What if it was her and she needed help. I went ahead and drove out of the parking lot. "Okay, get your butt up here and talk to me. What's this all about?" I finally had a good look at her. Her old boyfriend's description was about right. She was a cute gal and a little on the chunky side. Dark hair, shoulder length, she had on shorts which showed a nice pair of legs and her blouse was more of the t-shirt variety. Looked like a nice set of boobs. I spoke first. "You're not part of that damn 'Earth Day' crowd are you?" "No, Sir, my name is Carlita. My friends call me Carly. The man chasing me is Carlos. He was my old boyfriend." "Why was he chasing you and did you hit his car like he said?" I asked. "We broke up a couple of weeks ago. I went home and found him screwing another woman. I threw a lamp at him and ran out the door. I went to one of my girlfriends and moved in with her. When Carlos wasn't at the trailer, me and Francesca, my girlfriend went and got my things." "So, what happened tonight?" I asked. "I turned twenty-one two days ago and my girlfriends took me out for my birthday. We were dancing and having a good time when I saw Carlos come in with that whore. I got mad and ran out to his car and took the tire iron and beat on his car. He came after me and I hid in your truck." "So, what are you going to do now? Where do you live?" "I live in a small village a few miles away from the lounge. I can't go back or I'll have to go to jail. I have to find somewhere to go. Where are you going?" "I'm headed back home to Ohio. You can't come with me. I'll just have to drop you off somewhere. Don't you have family or friends where you can go? Surely they will miss you." "I come from a family of nine kids. My parents are poor and can't afford to keep me. I moved out when I turned eighteen and moved in with Carlos. We've lived together till I found him cheating on me. I've got nowhere to go. Please take me with you." "Look, Carly, I need time to think. Why don't you go back in the sleeping compartment and get some rest. We'll talk later." I had no idea what to do. Here was this young girl, sleeping in my truck and I was driving farther and farther away from her hometown. I couldn't just drop her off and tell her to fend for herself; I wasn't made that way. What the hell was I going to do? Christ, she was only twenty-one and on her own. She didn't have anything with her. What the hell was I going to do with her? Here I was a lonely old fool with a young woman in his truck. I needed to get some rest too. I pulled over at a rest area and tried to figure where I was going to lay my head. I glanced back and saw her sleeping. I watched as her breasts went up and down to the motions of her breathing. What was I thinking? She was younger than my own kids for God sake. I tried sleeping sitting up but I hated trying to sleep this way. I decided to take my chances in the bed with Carly. After all, it was my bunk and was big enough for two people. I climbed back and kind of nudged Carly over to one side and slid in next to her. It'd been over three years since I actually slept with another woman. I do mean sleep, not having sex. I did pay a couple of women for sex since Mary's death. I was tired of masturbating and wanted the real thing, so I went to a prostitute a few times. It just wasn't the same when you had to pay for it. I eventually fell asleep, when I woke up; Carly was pressed back against me, her round butt pushing against my privates. Good thing I had my jeans on or she would have been fucked, literally. She woke up a few seconds later and turned over. I explained to her that I needed to sleep too. She said she understood and was glad I didn't just push her out of the truck. I explained to her that I could never do that. We got up and went inside to have some breakfast. As we were eating I asked her a few questions, trying to get a handle on the situation. "Carly, what kind of work did you do?" "I help my girlfriend clean houses. She gave me $75.00 a week plus room and board. Before that, when I lived with Carlos, I worked as a cashier at the drug store. I didn't have a car and wasn't able to get back and forth after leaving Carlos." "I want you to call your girlfriend and your parents to see if everything is alright. Let them know that you are safe." After she talked to her girlfriend, she told me that Carlos did call the police and said his car was damaged. He didn't mention her by name but he was looking for her. When she called her mom she was told to find work and take care. She was old enough to be on her own. I couldn't figure out how parents could treat their kids that way. Carly said that's how all her relatives are. You turn eighteen and you leave to make your own life. Now I had to decide what to do with Carly. I don't know why I did it, probably from the years of loneliness since the loss of Mary, but I asked Carly if she wanted to come home with me and be my housekeeper. I knew at the time it was a mistake but loneliness does something to your mind. You don't know until you've been there. I explained to her that she could be my housekeeper. She would have her own room and I would pay her one hundred dollars a week to buy herself personal things. We could try it out for a while and if she didn't like the situation then I could take her back home on my next trip to Texas. Lonely The only other alterative was for me to take her to the bus station and buy her a ticket back to where she came from. "I can't go back. I don't want to go back. I want a new life. You are such a nice man and have been so nice to me. I'll go with you and be your housekeeper. I don't have any personal things. Could you give me an advance on my paychecks so I could buy a few items?" She had tears in her eyes and I felt like just maybe it would work out. On our way back to Ohio I stopped at a K-Mart and Carly and I did a little shopping. She bought herself pretty much two of everything for now. She was so happy, you would have thought she had won the lottery. "I don't know how I can repay you for all you're doing for me. You are such a nice man." "Okay, okay, Carly, take it easy. I'll subtract twenty-five dollars a week from your pay. That way you will still have enough each week to still buy yourself some more personal items." She leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and thanked me for helping her. We headed on home, not saying too much but listening to my CD's. I knew I was going to get a lot of backlash from my family. I was preparing myself for the onslaught of questions I was probably going to get. They, my family and friends, just don't understand being alone. I decided that Carly and I would get settled in and I would contact my daughter tomorrow. When I pulled up to my house in the truck, Carly couldn't believe how nice it was. I lived in the country and had a large lot to park the truck in. As we entered the house, Carly was excited like a young school girl. Of course it wasn't that long ago for her. "You must be rich, having such a nice house and furnishings. It's so nice. My parents live in a big old house. I only lived in trailers beside with my parents. This house is so big and nice. You got everything," she said. "Carly, I'm not rich. I'm not even wealthy. I live like most people. I paid for this house over my lifetime. I haven't bought much of anything since the death of my wife. I spend most of my time on the road. It's the reason I suggested to you being my housekeeper. You can live here and it will be your job to see the place stays clean. You can do some cooking when I'm home. You're not my slave so you can lead your own life. Just respect my place and keep it clean. So, do we have a deal?" Carly was jumping up and down like a kid with a new toy. She came over and hugged me and kissed me on the cheek again. I showed her to her room which used to be Sheila's before she got married. Sheila had taken all her personal things with her when she left but the room was still decorated like a girl's room. Carly took her personal stuff that we bought and put it all away in the drawers and set some stuff on her dresser. I really felt good being able to help this young woman out. I didn't know if I would have a problem seeing her prancing around the house. She did have those big boobs and a nice butt. I ordered us a pizza for dinner and we watched some TV. Carly said she never had it so good, which made me feel pretty important. Later I took a shower and told Carly I was headed for bed. I told her to just make herself at home and if she had any questions to just ask. After my shower, I went to my room and laid there. I heard the shower running. I guess that Carly was taking a shower. It ran for quite awhile. I guess she liked long showers or didn't get them all the time. About ten minutes later there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Come in," I said. I was under the covers but all I had on was my underwear. "Jerry, can I talk to you?" asked Carly. She was dressed in red baby doll pajamas. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra and was quite sure she didn't have panties on under her pajamas. "Sure, Carly, what is it? Do you need something?" She came over and sat down on the edge of my bed. I could see she was nervous. "I want to thank you for everything. Bringing me here, buying me stuff and giving me a job." "It's okay, Carly. I just wanted to help you out." She leaned over and kissed me on the lips. I was a little taken aback but it felt so good. "Carly, you don't have to..." "I want to. I want to make love to you. I know you want me too. I could see it in your eyes," she said. While kissing me she reached her hand under the cover and grabbed my hard cock through my Jockeys. She started squeezing it while kissing me. I thought it was wrong but it felt so good. I just let my passions take over. I was lonely and alone. Here was a beautiful young woman who wanted me. It's not everyday that young women came on to old guys like me. I returned her kiss and put my arms around her. She pulled my shorts aside enough to let my cock free. After pulling down the covers she leaned down and took my hard cock between her young lips. God, it felt so good. While holding my shaft, she bobbed her head up and down over my cock. It brought back memories when Mary and I first got married; oh so good was the feeling. Carly stopped for a second and smiled at me. I was somewhere in a never, never land, laying there with my cock sticking straight up. I quickly slipped off my shorts while Carly got out of her pajamas. She had this little round body with big tits, and a fairly hairy mound. I watched as she climbed up on the bed and straddled my legs with my cock at her pussy lips. I continued watching as she lowered herself down on my shaft. Hot and wet is the best way to explain it. She started to move up and down on my hard shaft. I was watching her juices coating my cock as her tits bounced. What an awesome sight! I reached up and gently squeezed her breasts. She was really into it now and was making all kind of noises. God, it felt so good to be fucking someone once again. I didn't care who it was, what she looked like or how old she was. I just wanted to shoot a big load up her pussy, and that's exactly what I did. Carly continued to ride my shaft as I was coming. I saw some of our juices running back out of her as she was hitting her peak. She screamed out as she reached her orgasm. She came down on my shaft and left it buried deep within her as she gyrated back and forth. She got off of me and headed back into the bathroom to clean up. I laid there a mental mess wondering how it all happened. Finally, I decided to hell with it. I was a widower and Carly was an adult, be it a young one, and we chose to have sex. I really didn't owe anyone an explanation. Carly came back into the room and slipped her pajamas on and slipped beside me in the bed. I turned off the light and we went to sleep; Carly with her back to me, and me with my semi-hard cock against her bottom. ------------------------------------------ The next day it was a whole new ball game. Being intimate with Carly changed things. She didn't seem to mind but it bothered the hell out of me. I called Sheila to talk to her. I mentioned that I hired a housekeeper; Sheila thought that it was a good idea. She told me now she wouldn't have to come over all the time and clean my house while I was away. Then she asked how it came about. I told her and she about blew her stack. "Dad! Are you out of your mind? You hired a twenty-one year old girl to come and live with you and clean your house? God, Dad, I can't believe it. What were you thinking? Surely you're not going through with this. Dad, I know it's none of my business how you live your life but you didn't think this through." "Honey, I know it was an impulsive move but I wasn't sure what to do at the time. I'll only be here a few days a week. We're going to give it a try. I can't ask her to leave now. Please try to understand. Come by tonight and meet her. Bring my grandson here so I can see him. I miss the little guy." "Okay, Dad, we'll stop by and meet your new housekeeper, but no promises." "Thanks, Honey, that's all I can ask of you. I'm sure everything will work out fine." Even I had my doubts about that but I had to think positively. I called Bill and Barb and invited them over also. Barb reacted pretty much like Sheila. She called me a few names also, telling me how stupid I was. When they all arrived at the house there was a lot of tension. I told Carly to expect some but she didn't seem to care one way or the other. She told me her whole life was built around tension. This was nothing new. Barb gave me the third degree asking me when I became so stupid. "Jerry, I love you more than anyone but how could you be so stupid. The girl is twenty-five years younger than you. What in God's name were you thinking?" Then Barb said something I couldn't believe came out of her mouth. "I can tell by the look on your face that you already fucked her. I hope to God you used protection? All you need now is to impregnate her to really screw up your life good." I was sure glad she didn't say this in front of everyone else. I didn't use any condoms. I hoped Carly was on the pill. Surely she was since she never had any kids and lived with Carlos for two years. Everyone thought Carly was alright except the women, Sheila and Barb, who said they really didn't trust her. They said they liked her but why would a young girl like her want to live with an old guy like me. It didn't do much for my ego but they did have a valid point. "Dad," said Sheila. "I think she is star struck after seeing everything you have. After talking to her, I think she came from a poor upbringing and had to fight for everything she has. To be with you she probably thinks she won the lottery. The problem is how you deal with it. Just be careful, Dad." Bill and I talked and he kept laughing. "She's awfully young, Jerry. I can understand the attraction. A young girl in distress and you save her. Have you had sex with her yet, good buddy? You know it's going to happen. An old fart like you and a young tart like her. It's bound to happen sooner or later. Just be careful." Carly acted like it didn't bother her. She answered all the questions anyone asked. She told them that I was her hero and saved her from her old boyfriend. She explained that we agreed to give it a few months and see how it worked out. Thank God she never told them that we had sex the night before. After everyone left I called my son who lived in Michigan now. He was single and dating. He told me pretty much the same as everyone else. I didn't have the nerve to tell everyone how many times in the last three years I thought of suicide. Driving the rig down a road and just going over the cliff. If it wasn't for hurting my kids and Barb and Bill, I'm sure that one day I would have done it. Carly changed all that. I didn't love her but I wasn't alone anymore. We had sex every night I was home, which was about two days out of every seven. I usually went on trips for five to six days and then came home for two days before leaving again. Carly said she spent her time, when she wasn't cleaning, shopping and found some young friends who she hung out with. I wasn't too happy with that except she said she never brought anyone to the house. I did find out that her friends were girls that were Mexican that hung out at a lounge in town. Four months had gone by and I got back from one of my trips when Carly said she wasn't feeling good so she went to the doctor. Lo and behold she was pregnant. God, I felt like the roof just fell on my head. "How far along are you, Carly?" "Around four months, what are we going to do? I wasn't planning on having a baby. I'm not married; my parents will kill me. What am I going to do?" "I thought you were on the pill?" "I was but Carlos was talking about us starting a family so I never renewed my prescription." "Why didn't you tell me, for God sake? I would have used protection?" "You're forty-six years old. I didn't think you could still have kids. I didn't know." Wow, now I started to see where the age difference was a problem. I had to do something about the baby, but what. I thought about an abortion but I never could see killing an unborn baby, especially my own. "Are you going to marry me, Jerry?" "Marry you? Carly, we're not in love. We're just two people who had sex and created a baby." I had to wonder if the baby was even mine. The timing was iffy at best. "Let's wait and see how it goes for awhile. I'll pay for all the medical expenses. I need time to think about this." "I love you, Jerry. I want the best for the baby. I don't want to be an unwed mother trying to raise a baby by herself. You have to marry me, Jerry; I'll be a good wife. We'll be a family and raise our baby. We already live together and make love all the time." I needed to talk to someone about this, but who? I decided to call my son, John. He would know more than most seeing he was a lawyer. I needed some good advice now. Of course the minute I called him to talk about business my daughter called me right back. "What's the matter, Dad? John said you called him about business. It must be something you didn't want to talk to me about. My first guess is that it has to do with Carly. She's pregnant, isn't she, Dad?" God, how do these women figure these things out? It's like a second sight or something. "Yes, Sheila, Carly's pregnant. I called John to find out my legal options in the matter." "I could scream at you, Dad, but it's a little too late for that. You can't be thinking of marrying her. You're digging a hole that you're going to have a hard time getting out of. Dad, you are a lot older then her, hell, she's younger than me." "Honey, I know that. If your mother was here she would have known what to do." "Dad, if mom was here, none of this would have ever happened. God, I miss her still." "Me too, Honey, but I have to deal with this new situation. I know Carly is young but she does make me happy and less lonely. I know I'm a lot older but I would make a good father. Look how good you and your brother turned out," I smiled at that statement. My kids were the best and Sheila was a great mother. "Dad, I just want you to know that whatever you decide that I will always be there for you. I'm still your little girl you know. At least for a little while longer." About an hour later the phone rang. I answered it and it was Barb. "What the hell did you do now? I could just kill you. My God, Jerry! What has gotten into you? You don't come and see us anymore, then you bring home a strange girl and get her pregnant. Now you're thinking about marrying her. What happened to the sensible Jerry I always loved? I just can't believe what happened to you." I was getting mad. I jumped on Barb; it was something that I had never done in my life. I had always cared about hurting her feelings. "Barb, no one knew how lonely I had been, always alone. I have only loved two women in my life and one is dead and the other married to my best friend. My life is shit now. Yes, I made some mistakes but I'm doing my best to rectify them. Because of my loneliness Carly is pregnant. Yes, she's just a kid but I have to realize that I'm going to be a father again. I just can't throw money at her and say raise our kid. I'm not made that way. I'm going to accept my responsibility and do what is right." I could hear tears from Barb on the other end of the phone. I wasn't quite sure why she was crying. I wasn't sure what all I screamed at her but something hit her. "Jerry, I have to go. Bill and I will always be your best friends. If you need us, just call." She hung up the phone. Chapter 3 I went over to talk with my son, John. I wanted to meet him at his office seeing this was business and I needed to have a clear mind. John gave me a lot of good information and I had all my decisions made. For some reason I felt I should tell Barb. I know she wasn't going to agree with me but it was just something I felt in my heart that I should do. Bill, her husband, was at work. I wanted to be alone with Barb when I gave her this information. I thought about telling Sheila but I told John to break it to her gently. "Barb, I have something I have to tell you. I know from the outset that you will disagree with me, but I must do what I feel is right." "You're marrying her, aren't you, Jerry? A girl young enough to be your daughter. Why, Jerry? Please tell me why? I know deep in my heart that this is a big mistake and you will probably pay dearly for this." "I was a very lonely person. I have thought about taking my own life a number of times but never did because of the kids. Since Mary's death I've felt alone, so totally alone." "God, I'm so sorry, Jerry. I should have been there for you. It's what we all promised one another years ago." "Barb, it's not your fault or anyone else's. Anyway, I felt so alone. Then, one day I ran into Carly. I know she's way too young for me but it made me feel differently about myself. I wasn't old and dried up anymore. This young vibrant girl wanted me. Me, Jerry Davis. I was so happy to have someone who wanted me that I said, 'Hell,' to the rest of the world and had sex with this young woman. Because of my loneliness and not thinking properly, Carly got pregnant. She didn't do it by herself. I can't just throw all the blame on her. I was a willing participant. "I don't really love her but I do care for her, and more than that, she's carrying my baby. I know some of you don't think it's mine but I feel it probably is. If not I will get the marriage annulled and take her back to Texas. If it is mine, I'm going to love it with all my heart." "Why don't you just wait and see first, Jerry. Get tested and then make the decision." "I thought about that, but as I told you, I'm sure it's mine and I'm not going to spend the next five months biting my nails and wait to find out. I'm going to live my life as a responsible father and husband. I feel Carly deserves that much. "I've talked it over with John and he's writing a pre-nuptial agreement and a will of where my assets will go in case of my premature death. My kids are going to get the bulk of my estate but I am going to see that my new child is taken care of. Also, if Carly decides she doesn't want to be with me any time in the near future she can't leave Ohio with the baby. It's my child and I'm going to care for it." "Is there anything I can say to stop you, Jerry? I'll always be your friend and will be here for you if you need me." "No, I've made up my mind and now I have to follow through. I'm going home right now and tell Carly. I just wanted for you to know why I'm doing it. You mean more to me than anyone."I hugged Barb and headed home to tell Carly that we would be getting married. I can't say it was the right thing to do but as they say, "I made my bed and now I was going to sleep in it." When I arrived at the house, Carly had on a pair of jeans that were unbuttoned. She had on pink panties that were just below her little protruding belly where my child was developing. As I looked at her panties she said that her jeans were getting too tight and it felt better this way. I had to say it looked sexy seeing Carly's panties and little belly starting to grow. "Carly, I have reached a decision. I think we should get married and raise our child." She was so happy as she came running to me and started kissing me. She was saying, "I love you so much. I'll be a good wife; I'll fuck you to death. We can have sex anytime you want, right up to the delivery." She kept going on and on about having sex with me and how I made her so happy. I told her we would talk about the particulars later; right now I wanted inside those pink panties. I turned her around and pulled her back to me. I took my hand and laid it on her little round belly and slid my hand down inside of her panties. I began rubbing my hand through her bush and lowered it to the puffiness of her pussy, separating her lips and pushing two fingers into her. She began to moan and gyrate against my fingers. She had an orgasm on my fingers as I felt her juices wetting my hand. Lonely We went into the bedroom and continued on with our sexual appetites. The one thing about Carly that no one can ever deny is that she is a sexually charged woman. When it comes to sex, there's nothing that she is not willing to try. For an old guy like me it was something I could wish that every man could be with a woman like Carly at least one time in their life. Carly and I were married within a week. Sheila and John were our witnesses. Even though Sheila was against the marriage, she did tell me she would always be there for me. She was one great daughter who took so much after her mother. After the marriage Carly and I still had sex most all the time but at other times her personality changed. She was short with me more often. She wanted more clothes and didn't like to cook. It was a side of Carly that was very childish. Her cooking was no more than taking out a frozen meal of some kind and warming it up. It got to a point that I was doing most of the cooking when I was home or we went out to eat. Even then it was burgers or pizza. If I wanted a good home cooked meal, I had to go to Barb and Bill's or go visit Sheila. I didn't know whether to blame it all on the pregnancy or was it the real Carly coming out. More and more I could remember Barb saying the marriage was a mistake. I was glad to be spending so much time on the road. Whenever I came home we had sex which was always good but our family life outside of that wasn't all that great. I was beginning to think I made a mistake in getting married but I was going to do everything in my power to try and make it work. One evening I got a call from Bill. He asked me if I could come over and see him. He said it was very important. I got in a little argument with Carly because I was going over to see Bill. We were seeing less and less of him and Barb seeing Carly didn't care for them that much. She said something about wanting younger friends. Bill and I were alone. "Jerry, there is something I need to tell you. Barb is the only one who knows so far. I'm dying of cancer of the colon. I went to the doctors last week and they came back with my results today. They give me one to six months to live." "God, no! It must be a mistake. Maybe they read your results wrong. No, it can't be happening." "I wish you were right, Jerry. I needed to tell you. Barb isn't taking it too well. She just went over to see Eric and Sandy to tell them. Jerry, I need you to be strong for my family. I know you just got married and are having a new child, but I need you to be here and help mine also. I don't want Barb and the kids to go through what you did. Barb told me about your talk with her and I don't want her to be that lonely." "I'll be here for you till you draw your last breath, Bill. I'll always be here for Barb and the kids if there is anything they need. I'll do my best to remember our pact, to help take care of each other's family. You and Barb have been there for my kids, after Mary's death, and we'll be there for your family." I was crying. I couldn't help it. Bill has been my best friend for as long as I could remember. We married twin sisters, for God's sake. Now his life was going to end, probably within six months. I promised him that I would be there to see him every time I was home. I did my best to keep that promise. --------------------------------------- Our baby was born. She was a beautiful little girl with dark curly hair. Both Sheila and Barb came to the hospital and waited with me. I actually went in and helped deliver my little girl. We named her Maria. Carly liked the name since she considered it to be a Spanish name. I liked it because it sounded so much like Mary. We took her home from the hospital and I couldn't believe how much I wanted to hold her. She was such a tiny, sweet, innocent little baby. I was so glad that I was pro life. I would have hated to think that this little person would never have had a chance at life. I loved her so much. A couple of things that I need to tell you. Right after Carly told me she was pregnant I went and had a vasectomy. I didn't want to be responsible for the birth of any more kids. I had a DNA done at the time so I would be able to match up to Maria's. After holding this little girl, I wanted her to be mine, God, let her be my little girl. I did get the DNA of Maria's back after about a month. It was one of the scariest days of my life when I walk in and received the results. Maria was my daughter. I cried right there in front of the doctor. He patted me on the shoulder and said, "Congratulation, Mr. Davis," I couldn't have been a happier man. I never told Carly about either test. I wanted her to believe without a doubt about Maria being mine. I went home and hugged my little baby, put her to bed and then went and had sex with my child's mother. A couple of things I didn't like that Carly did or should I say didn't do. She didn't want to breast-feed Maria. It bothered me because I thought it was kind of a bonding ritual between mother and daughter. Of course, I'm a guy and there wasn't much I could do about it. The other thing was she didn't seem motherly around Maria. Sure, there were times when she seemed to nurture her but most of the times she didn't seem to pay much attention to her. Maybe it was the new generation of mothers, or maybe it was just Carly. I started driving more on local routes so I could be home most every evening. I wanted to be there for my baby girl. I also tried to stop by and see Bill at his home most every day. The cancer was taking its toll on him. He was doing chemotherapy which is supposed to target the cancer and try to slowly kill it or at least give him a little more time. He told me that sometimes when he got home he felt worse. Barb and his son and daughter were there all the time with him. I felt so sorry for all of them. I tried to keep a stiff upper lip but it was hard. I even brought Maria over to see him. He reminded me of our daughters when they were that age. The memories were everything for Bill. It was all he had to take with him and all that he would be leaving behind for the rest of us to cherish. About a month later I received the fatal call. Bill was on his last breath and was in the hospital. I couldn't believe that Carly was mad that I was going out to see Bill. She thought I should stay home with her and the baby. The more and more I saw of this side of Carly, the more I disliked her. I walked in and said goodbye to my lifelong friend. The last thing he said to me was, "Remember our pact" and his family looked at me. I was sure they all knew what it was. After the funeral I had to get away. I decided to take a run to California that would last better than a week. Carly asked me if she could come with me. Maria was three months old and Carly thought I could take her to Texas so her family could see the baby. It had been a year since she had seen them and I thought it might be good for her. Maybe she might be homesick and that's why she has been different lately. She talked to her family and friends all the time on the phone. I should know since I've been paying an astronomical phone bill. I finally got her an unlimited long distant cell phone for these calls. It cost a little more every month but saved me a ton of money in the long run. I stopped by and made sure that Barb was alright, remembering our pact. I checked in with Sheila and let her know how long we would be gone and hugged my grandson. He was already four. Boy, how time flies. As we got in the truck, Carly's mood had already seemed to change. She seemed happier. Maybe this trip was a good thing after all. We headed down the highway and I had one of my CD's in listening to some country music. It was probably my favorite other than oldies but goodies. It wasn't long before Carly put in a CD from some God knows what group. It sounded more like they were tuning their instruments rather than playing a song. I didn't want to argue so I just tuned it down some. When I went into Texas I remembered the Earth Day people or whatever they were. It must have been the same week, but a year later. They had their signs posted everywhere. When I saw a sign that said, "Save the spotted owl," I actually was looking for one to run over. I didn't know why I let people like this get to me. Carly gave me directions to her parents' place. It was a fairly rundown house in a not too good area. I had trouble finding a place to park my semi. After parking I grabbed the suitcases and bags of stuff for Carly and Maria and carried them up to the porch. Carly's mother came out to greet us. She didn't seem like a very friendly person. A few of Carly's siblings were there too. They seemed a bit friendlier. I introduced myself and had a cup of coffee, chatted a little bit and said my farewells. I had to head to California and make a delivery. I then had to pick-up a load in New Mexico. I told Carly that I would be back in two days. I kissed her lightly and then hugged and kissed my baby girl. I knew I was going to miss Maria, she was my pride and joy. A couple of days later when I picked my family up, I didn't get the best welcome. It was just a weird feeling like I was somewhere that I didn't belong. No hugs, no kisses, nothing from mys. Maybe it had something to do with our ages, I really didn't know. I was happy to have my little Maria back in my arms. I loaded the truck and we were off again. Carly seemed far out there in her thoughts. I asked her if she had an enjoyable visit but about all I got was, "it was fine." I asked her what her family thought about Maria, and she said they thought she was cute. I knew there was something wrong. So I just came out and asked Carly. "What's the problem? No person in their right mind would just say Maria is cute, especially her grandparents. What gives Carly?" "They said I should have married a Hispanic man. They consider Maria to be of mixed blood and that I should leave you." "You've got to be kidding. They consider us a mixed marriage? What a bunch of assholes. I don't care if they are your parents. I'm never taking Maria back there again." I wanted to go back and strangle the people. They could hate me all they want but to talk bad about Maria was crossing the line. She never asked to be born and never hurt anyone. I would see to it that no-one ever hurt her. It was my job as a parent. Things calmed down after that. When we got home I sat on the couch and held my daughter. She would look into my eyes and smile. She knew I was her protector. Our marriage was strained after that. It wasn't that good to begin with. I got a call one day while I was on a short trip. It was Sheila. "Dad, just about every time you go on a trip, Carly drops Maria off at my house. I don't mind her being here, I love the little girl, but I know there's something up with Carly. After dropping Maria off, she goes out with her girlfriends. Dad, it isn't right." "Oh, Christ. Thanks for calling, Honey. I'll check into it. Please keep Maria at your house if Carly tries to come and get her. Ever since we got back from Texas a little over two months ago she has been acting strangely. I'm pretty sure this marriage is on the rocks. The only thing that counts now is taking care of Maria." I hung up the phone and I was pissed. I noticed a few things missing in the house; some of the stuff left by Mary that never got put away or given away. The women of the family had already taken the keepsakes that they wanted of Mary's. If Carly wanted anything of Mary's all she had to do was ask and I would have given it to her. Now I felt she was stealing from me. What kind of woman would steal from her own husband? I went home early one day and saw Carly getting ready to go out. I knew I surprised her since I wasn't due home that night. I told Carly we needed to talk. I asked her about going out. She told me that she got bored and that she wanted to go out with her friends. She just had lunch and went to the store and bought a few things. They were going out tonight to have a little fun. I had caught her completely by surprise. "What's really going on, Carly? You're cheating days are over. I checked the trash and found the pregnancy test result. So, you're pregnant again. Who's the father this time?" "You are, of course. I haven't made love to anyone but you since I met you." "Bullshit, stop lying! We never made love. We had sex; neither of us ever put any love into it. You probably got pregnant when we went to Texas. Who was it? Carlos? Or someone else. You're not blaming this one on me. You got one hour to gather your shit and get the hell out of my house. "I had you followed this afternoon and you can go back to the motel with Carlos and your other friends. Yes, I know you've been cheating on me; all I needed was the proof. You've provided it for me; it's in your belly." We argued for the next hour. She started with denial and then went to it being my fault, and then when she said she was going to take Maria away from me, I started throwing her stuff out the door. I told her to find a lawyer and we would fight it out in court. I would die first, before I would let her have my little girl. She reached for her cell phone. I knew she was calling her friends to come pick her up. She gathered her clothes and threw them in plastic bags and when her friends pulled up; she threw her stuff into the car and said she would see me in court. She wanted all the stuff that was rightfully hers. I called John and told him what had happened. He surprised me when he said he already knew and would be by to talk with me. I remember telling him that there is no way that I was going to give up Maria. He said he understood and had it well in hand. I was worried when we entered the judge's chamber a few days later. Most judges usually rule in favor of the mother. There is no-way I could let Carly leave with my little girl. Chapter 4 When we entered the judge's chamber, she -- yes, we had a female judge - I saw Carly and a man that I thought might be Carlos - I saw him the one time in that parking lot - and her lawyer looking smug at me. I looked at John for some kind of hope. "Don't worry, Jerry, everything is going to be alright," remarked John. I remember Sheila telling me that John was one of the best divorce lawyers in the area. I was sure hoping that she wasn't just complimenting him because he was her husband and that he really was good. The judge began her proceedings by asking if everyone was present. John told her that he had another witness that would be there shortly but we could go ahead and get started. "Let's see," said the judge. "We have a custody battle over a six month old baby girl named Maria. We also have a problem with the wife being pregnant again. The husband says that the child is not his so there won't be a problem of custody but the wife is asking for child support for both the daughter and the future child. And, last we have a division of assets to consider as well as who keeps up the medical payments during this pregnancy. Does this pretty much cover it, counselors?" Both sides nodded in agreement. "Well, let's begin with custody of Maria." It needs to be noted: From this point on I have taken a few liberties in some of the conversation in the courtroom. It was hard trying to remember everything that was said by both parties. So, this is somewhat of a synopsis of what was said. John stood up. "John Bryant for the defense, Your Honor. I have a witness in the lobby who is willing to testify on behalf of my client, Mr. Davis. Linda DeMarco has spoken to the plaintiff many times about her marriage. May I bring her in, Judge?" After a nod from the judge, John brought in a nice looking Hispanic woman maybe in her early twenties. I'd never seen this woman before and wondered where John had met her. I looked over at Carly and she was astonished to see this Linda woman come in. She yelled out, "Linda, how could you sell me out? I thought you were my friend. I told you those things in private." "Please be quiet, Mrs. Davis. This is my court and I'll let you know when you can speak. Ms. De Marco, what can you tell us about this child, Maria, that we don't already know?" asked the judge. "Your Honor, Carly - that's Mrs. Davis - told me that she didn't even know who the father was. She said that she told her husband it was his and she also told her boyfriend Carlos, that's the man sitting with her that it was his child." "Let's stop right there for a moment," said the judge. "I think we better know who the father is before we can even decide custody. Mrs. Davis, who do you think the father is? Mind you if you don't think it's Mr. Davis then he would not have to pay you child support, and of course Mr. Davis, if it's not your daughter, I can hardly give you custody." Carly looked dumbfounded. On one hand she wanted the money for support if she got custody, but on the other she could lose her boyfriend. He probably wouldn't accept another man's baby. Especially after he was told it was his. John stood up. "Your Honor, if I may speak. My client, Mr. Davis, had a DNA done shortly after the baby's birth. Here are the test results that prove that he is Maria's biological father." John handed the document to the bailiff. The judge spoke. "Well, that helps with child number one, but how can you prove that child number two isn't his also?" "Your Honor, Mr. Davis also had a vasectomy done right after he found out Carly was pregnant the first time. He never said anything to her about it. Of course he wasn't married to her at the time so he didn't legally need to tell her. So, Your Honor, it proves that she had an affair to have gotten pregnant a second time. Ms. De Marco is here to tell you that she was told by Mrs. Davis that the baby was conceived through an affair." John passed my test results to the bailiff. "What do you have to say about these allegations, Mrs Davis? It appears you never told your lawyer about these allegations." I remember the attorney for Carly standing up. "Judge, I'm James McCoy for the plaintiff. Mrs. Davis said that it was a one-time affair. She didn't mean to get pregnant. Besides, we'll agree that he isn't the father of the unborn child. We just want custody of Mrs. Davis's daughter." "Mr. McCoy, we don't need a lot of lawyer talk here. What I want is facts so I can make the right decision for the well-being of this child. Where would your client live and what would she be doing for work if she were to receive custody of this child?" "She wants to move back to Texas and be with her parents. I have letters from them saying they would help raise the child. As far as finances go, we were hoping for a decent child support amount and of course alimony." John stood up. "Judge, they're not allowed to take the child out of the state without my client's permission, and I can assure you said permission will never be given. On the other hand, if my client receives custody of his daughter he has lived here his entire life. He has all the material things necessary to raise his child. But, most of all he has family and friends that all have written letters that say how they will all be there to help raise this child." "You are correct about staying in the state, Counselor. Mrs. Davis, are you willing to live here in Ohio and raise your child here if you're given custody?" "It's not fair. Just because he has money, he gets to call the shots. I don't want to live here. I should have a right to see my daughter, it's just not fair." "On the matter of custody, I'm going to rule for the defendant, Mr. Davis. In doing so I will also rule that Mrs. Davis should have a right to see her daughter every other weekend. I am concerned about Mrs. Davis removing her daughter from the state, so I am ruling that her visits be supervised, either by a member of Mr. Davis's family or a court appointed person. The fee for supervision will be paid by Mr. Davis." Lonely Carly was mad. I know that it was the money that she was mad about and not Maria. Carlos, on the other hand, sported a kind of smirky happiness look. I guess since Maria wasn't his, he didn't want her around. "Now, on the matter of division of assets. I have in front of me a pre-nuptial agreement signed by both parties. Mr. McCoy, is there any reason that I shouldn't go by this agreement?" "Your Honor, my client said it was signed under duress. If she had known that in case of divorce she would walk away with nothing, then she wouldn't have signed it. You have to remember that she was in a strange state, alone and pregnant and taken advantage of by a much older man at the time." "Mr. Bryant, is there anything that your client would like to say about all this forced signing of this document? "Your Honor, I was the attorney who made up the pre-nuptial agreement. No-one was under any duress at the time. It's why we have pre-nups. To save the assets of both parties who enter into marriages. I might add, Your Honor, that this marriage only lasted a year before Mrs. Davis cheated on her husband. If it was even the first time. Also, Your Honor, my witness, Ms. DeMarco would like to speak on behalf of my client. I can assure you it will help to make a decision as far as division of property goes." "By all means. Ms. DeMarco, what can you add to the distribution of assets?" asked the judge. "I'm a fact finder investigator and was asked to check on the background of Mrs. Davis and her friend Carlos Hernandez. They are schemers. They take things from people and resell them. They originated out of Texas. I will pass you proof of the things I'm telling you. Mrs. Davis forged a credit card using Mr. Davis's name and reputation. She has run up over twenty thousand dollars in debts on it in the last year. Most being cash advances. I don't think Mr. Davis was even aware of it till now. "Since Mr. Davis trusted her, he never suspected anything. She would pay the minimum payment each month so Mr. Davis wasn't even aware of it. She also started taking belongings that used to belong to the deceased Mrs. Mary Davis. She told me personally how he would never know since he probably didn't know what she even owned. During this time, Mr. Davis continued to give her a hundred dollars a week for herself. He purchased all items needed for the household and the baby. God knows how much she would have stolen from him if she did all this in just one year." The judge was looking over all the information that Linda had passed up to him. I was totally taken aback by what I heard. John had passed me a copy of the bank statement to see how Carly had scammed me. I actually had tears in my eyes. I was just a lonely guy who had sex with this young woman. I had no idea that she was out to take me for everything I owned. The judge was ready to render a verdict on division of property. "Mrs. Davis, you are the worst kind of human being out there. You should be locked up and have to pay for your crime against this man. Taking advantage of a lonely mature man and then trying to take everything away from him, including his child. You are one despicable human being. Unfortunately, I can only rule on the evidence that is before me. "You, Mrs. Davis, will leave with whatever clothes and personal belongings you now have in your possession. You brought nothing into this folly of a marriage and that's what you will leave with. As far as this money you stole from Mr. Davis, he will have to file an identity theft claim against you in order to receive his money back. If it comes to my court, I'll see to it that you are locked up. "I am also going to amend the visitation of Maria to once a month for two hours for one year. Mr. Davis, you are still married to Mrs. Davis and will be responsible for the medical care of her unborn child until a DNA match is done to prove you are not the father. I can't just accept the vasectomy even though I believe it's accurate. At least your medical insurance will cover the cost of the baby's delivery. If there is nothing more to be brought before the court, this case is settled. I have made my rulings." I was a very happy camper. I hugged my son, his friend Linda hugged me. I wanted to know so much more about her but John said that they had another meeting to go to and that they would see me at his and Sheila's house later. I went home feeling pretty good. I couldn't believe that Carly would do something like that to me. I guess sometimes you think you know a person but later you find out you weren't even in the same ball park. At least I got custody of Maria. I didn't care about the cost; I just wanted to make sure my little girl would stay with me. I called Sheila and told her the good news. I could feel her smiling over the phone. She was one great daughter and even though I did all these stupid things, she was still there to help me. "Dad, you need to come over in a couple of hours. There is something we need to discuss." "Is Maria all right." I asked. "Yes, Dad, it's just a few things we need to talk about. I don't want to get into it over the phone. Just be here in a couple of hours, please?" "Yes, Dear, I'll be there." We both laughed because that's how I used to answer her mother. She caught on pretty quick. When I arrived at Sheila and John's, I couldn't believe how many cars were there. I parked and walked inside the living room. There was Barb sitting in a good pair of slacks rolling a ball to Maria. I said, "Hello, Sweetheart," and Maria started crawling over to me. She was almost seven months old but she seemed so smart. I know a lot of parents say that about their kids, but I meant it. I picked her up and she said, "Da-da." I hugged her and kissed her. She didn't care that I was old; she knew I was her daddy and her protector. It was good enough for me. I looked up as everyone started coming into the living room and adjoining kitchen. I looked up and just about everyone in my family was there. Let me see if I could name them. My daughter Sheila, and her husband, John, and of course my little grandson, Dane. Barb was there along with both her kids, Sandy and Eric. Both had their spouses and Sandy brought her son. I saw the woman Linda sitting there talking to John. I was finally going to find out who this woman was who helped me save my daughter as well as my dignity. I looked up and saw another person enter the room. It was my son Ryan. He must have come down from Michigan. I was almost in tears seeing all the people who meant the most to me. I walked over and hugged my son. "Hey, Ryan, did you say hi to your little sister?" We were still guys and I wanted to say something different to him. "Yes, Dad, I've been here all day. Me and my little sis have become the best of friends," he said as he reached out and took Maria into his arms. "Okay, everyone, I give up. What's going on here? Is this a party or something?" Ryan spoke first. "It's an I'm sorry party. Dad." "I don't understand? Sorry about what?" I asked. "Let me try and explain, Uncle Jerry," said Eric. "After the death of Aunt Mary, we all kind of went our own ways. I should say all except Sheila; she was there the most for you. We weren't there for you. You spent a few years alone. We should have been there to support you and we failed at it. After you got re-married we all realized that it happened because we weren't there for you. We decided to do something about it. We wanted to make sure that Carly was the kind of woman that deserved you. We found out the truth about her and we decided to let her know we were in on her secret, but you beat us to it." "I'm not sure I understand. If you guys knew something, why didn't you tell me?" "I tried to tell you, Dad, but you said you wanted to do what was right and marry her. The only way we thought you would listen to us was with real evidence. You were always one to give a second chance," injected Sheila. "Dad, it's about time you met Linda." said Ryan. The young lady stood up and held onto Ryan's hand. "Dad, Linda is my fiancée; we'll be getting married later this year." I walked over to the young lady and gave her a hug. "Ryan, I'm getting more confused by the minute. Will you explain to me how your girlfriend is a secret agent and was able to help me so much?" John joined in the conversation. "Dad" - he always called me dad except in court - "Sheila and Barb were really worried about you. They asked me to find out everything I could about Carly and where she was from. I didn't want to go through our office so I contacted Ryan." "Ryan? Ryan, what exactly is your job? You're not a secret agent too are you?" Ryan laughed. "No Dad, I'm not a secret agent and neither is Linda. I run a data processing center. This is the computer age and you can pretty much find out anything you want about anyone. John called and told me what was going on. Linda and I started checking the data on Carly and her family. We started to get worried. We talked with John and between the three of us we decided to have Linda become friends with Carly. She stayed at Eric's house when she was down here. All she did was go to the places the Hispanics hung out at. She knew when to go because Carly was always asking Sheila to babysit." "Wasn't it dangerous for Linda to be doing that?" I asked. "It wasn't too bad. I had a couple of Hispanic girlfriends come down with me. It is people like Carly that give all hard working Hispanics a bad name. My girlfriends and I befriended Carly and the girl would tell you everything. She was actually proud of what she was doing. We didn't think we needed all three of us to testify but they were ready if need be," said Linda. "Dad, we didn't want to keep it from you but we needed enough evidence to go to court so the judge would give you custody. When Linda found out about the second pregnancy, we decided to act and bring it all out in the open, but you had already kicked her out," replied Ryan. "Okay, thank you to all of you, but whose idea was it?" Sheila spoke. "It was Aunt Barb's dad. She called a family meeting while you were away on one of your trips. She told us how lonely you were and that we weren't there for you like we should have been and we needed to rectify it. She told us better late than never. Then after Uncle Bill got sick, we all noticed that you were there for him. Even with what you had gone through and what you were going through you made time to see Uncle Bill every chance you could." Sheila and Barb both had tears in their eyes; I had tears in mine also, remembering my friend. Sandy had been sitting there taking it all in. She was Barb and Bill's oldest daughter. "Uncle Jerry, after dad's death we thought about mom and what she'll be going through and it scared us. It scared us terribly. We didn't want her to go though all the lonely times like you did. We decided we would be there for her but most of all she needs a real friend." Eric spoke. "We all thought that Maria needs a woman in her life, a mother image. There isn't a better mother alive than Mom. I can attest to that." "Nice thoughts, Eric, but don't you think that it should be your mother's idea?" "It is my idea. I just didn't know how to approach you on it. I love that little girl," replied Barb. "Uncle Jerry, we all know about the pact that you and dad had made about taking care of one another's family. In fact, all of us offspring are making the same pact to take care of one another." "Dad," spoke Sheila. "Every time I watch Maria, Aunt Barb has been here to help me. Watch this, Dad." Sheila looked at Maria who was sitting on the floor again playing with Dane. "Maria, where's mommy?" Maria smiled and crawled over to Barb. She had Barb with tears in her eyes again. "I have some big problems still with Carly. She has visitation rights and I have to decide whether to file charges against my daughter's mother. Then it will take time for the divorce. I don't think Barb wants to go through all that." John spoke again. "Dad, you told me I was your lawyer and so I spoke for you. Linda and I met with Carly and Carlos along with the judge after you left. Carly agreed to sign off on all rights pertaining to Maria. In return we told her we would not be filing fraud charges against her. I think the thought of going to jail really scared her. Your divorce will be final in sixty days. You are still responsible for the medical payment on Carly and the unborn child. Of course we checked with the insurance company and you shouldn't have any out of pocket expense. Of course you still have to pay the credit card charges that Carly ran up." "So, Jerry," spoke Barb. "It looks like I'm free to babysit if you want me. I told the school that I might be interested in only being a substitute teacher. I have to give them my answer next Monday." "Are you going to live at my house or do I bring Maria to you?" Eric spoke. "Uncle Jerry, Mom isn't going to just be the babysitter and housekeeper. According to what John said, you can get married for a third time in sixty days. The adoption papers can be filed Monday. We want you to know that if you marry Mom you have all of our approval and support. Just so you know, Mom told me to tell you all this." I looked over at Barb who still had tears. I picked up little Maria off the floor and walked over to Barb who was now sitting on the couch. "Barb, would you be my wife in sixty-one days, and be the mother of my daughter as soon as possible?" I couldn't believe I was crying in front of everybody. There was dead silence. "For Pete sake, answer him Mom," yelled Sandy. "Yes, Jerry, of course I'll marry you but I'm sure glad you got that vasectomy," she smiled. Epilogue: More of the story about Carly I found out from Linda a few days later. She told me that she had talked with Carly numerous times. Carly and Carlos were really close friends and almost got married a number of times. They did work together to deceive people. They had been doing it for a few years. The funny thing was I wasn't chosen as a mark. They really did have a fight and Carly really did hit his car with a tire iron. She got scared and hid in my truck. As we drove toward my house she decided to contact her friends and tell them that she was going to make me a mark. She had mentioned to them about me losing my wife and would be an easy target. When we got to my house she saw all the stuff I had accumulated and was going to use me for all she could get. After she found herself pregnant, she got nervous. It wasn't something she was ready to deal with. When I agreed to marry her she actually thought about going straight and staying married and having a family. I guess a tiger doesn't change its stripes and she fell back into her old ways. Once I got her a credit card she used it to get another one without my knowledge. She made the minimum payment on it each month while taking me to the cleaners. I asked Linda about the sex. It sure didn't seem like she was faking it. Linda told me that the sex was real. Carly really got off on it. She was surprised she enjoyed it with an old man like me. Carly was fighting within herself about using me but when she talked to Carlos again that clinched it. She had sex with him when we went back to Texas. Of course that's when their plan really began to unravel. Linda told me that I was lucky to have such good family around me or I might have lost everything. People like Carly and Carlos used and deceived people as a way of life. She told me that they had met their match when they messed with the Davis clan. She was going to be happy being a part of such a close and loving family. --------------------------- Barb and I did get married as soon as we could. The adoption flew through and now Barb was Maria's legal mother. I stopped driving truck and got a job as a dispatcher. I was home every evening to be with my wife and daughter. Ryan and Linda did get married and they moved back to Ohio to be near the rest of our clan. Linda told us she was pregnant and was truly excited. She told me she would teach Spanish to her child and to Maria, since they both were part Hispanic. The last we ever heard about Carly and Carlos was they had a son and it was Carlos's child. I sure hope they changed their ways. I was feeling sorry for their baby. It was an evening in April when Barb had said that she dropped Maria off at Sheila's so we could celebrate. "What the hell are we going to celebrate?" I asked. "Earth Day, it's one of those days that you will never forget so I thought from now on, we would make it our day. We'll give it some real meaning," replied Barb with a grin on her face. "What's this great plan you have? Want me to get my gun and we can kill some birds?" I laughed. "Be Nice, Jerry," she said as she picked up a blanket and took my hand as we walked into the back yard. "Isn't it a beautiful evening, Jerry?" "Yes it is, so, what's the plan?" She spread the blanket on the ground and started to take off her blouse. "You're going to make love to me on the ground every year on Earth Day. Who knows, maybe we will even get the ground to tremble." I started taking off my pants and looked over at a topless Barb. "Take off you pants. I want to see that little red birthmark," I smiled. "Oh, no, if you want to see my birthmark, you're just going to have to try and take my pants off yourself. There's nobody here to help you this time." I grabbed her and we wrestled playfully to the ground. I was able to unbuckle her belt while holding her down and kissing her boobs. She was laughing so hard while we wrestled. I got her pants unbuttoned and she turned over. I quickly pulled her pants down over her hips and bared her butt. There was her little red birthmark. I leaned down and kissed it time and time again. "Kiss lower, Jerry." I kissed down a little more at the top of her butt. "Lower, Jerry," she said. "Then I'll be kissing your butt." "Exactly, you will be kissing my ass." We both started laughing as she turned over and I removed her garments. I had a hard-on that I needed to get rid of. I pushed it gently into her waiting wet pussy. God, did loving someone and having sex with them feel so much better than just sex alone. There we were, laying on the ground and I was pumping into my wife's waiting pussy. "See, Jerry, Earth Day isn't so bad, is it? After we both had our first orgasm I laid down next to her. I was thinking about how good it felt to be with her, the only other woman I had ever loved. "Barb, I have a question that has always bothered me. Did I ever make love to you while we were growing up?" She looked at me and just smiled. I guess I wasn't going to get the answer to that question tonight. * Thank you for reading my stories Comments are always welcome. DG Hear Lonely Ads It's been years that I have been intimate with another woman since my wife passed on. It was pretty hard on me that she had gotten ill and left me alone, especially since I now had to work harder to keep our family together. For five years, it was ruff and thankfully the rewards of a higher pay and less work hours entitled me to a rest. My oldest kid, my son, had moved out last year, and my daughter was mostly spending all her time with her fiancé, so I was now alone again. For the last five years, I had spent many a night pleasuring myself in various ways and now that I was able to commit and have free time, I felt I needed to get back into the dating scene. The problem I had though was that every avenue I tried seemed to not work. After all, who would want to go out with a forty-eight year old geezer like me? All the ladies ranged from 27 to 15. Yep, 15!! Hard to believe the bars would allow them in. Even I could tell they were under aged. While I was reading a restaurant newsletter, I saw an ad for personals. I always laughed at them when I was younger, but now I was thinking maybe it would be a road I should take. I managed to call the number and three days later I received a small booklet outlining women seeking men from the immediate area. Most were not of my type, but one did have outlines that attracted me. I decided what the hell and called the number. It was one of those universal numbers and you had to key in a three digit number to reach the right person. I left a message about wishing to talk and seeing how we'd get along. After a week, I was about to call another woman whom came close to what I was looking for when the first lady called me back. We talked for what felt like hours. Her voice was soothing and our interests were almost the same, from the music we listened to all the way to activities. It turned out she too was 48 years old, named Dawn, divorced and living alone as her kids had moved out. Our chats over the phone continued through the next two weeks when we suddenly decided it would be ok to meet. We decided on a local McDonald's Restaurant and it was set up for tomorrow afternoon. I arrived early, nervous like I was 17 years old again, on my first date with my first girlfriend. I went into the restaurant and ordered a drink with some chicken nuggets to pass the time. I arrived early on purpose so I could scan who was coming in. Dawn said she was going to show up in a blue blouse with a red flower pattern over her left breast and tight blue jeans. I was at a booth that had a view of all three doors and it was easy to see who would come in. After 20 minutes, a lady came in wearing exactly what Dawn said she would wear. The problem was, I knew this person. It wasn't Dawn, it was my ex-girlfriend from high school, Mary! I decided to just remain calm, maybe it was just coincidence. She looked all around the restaurant and I could tell she was nervous. It had to be "Dawn" and then I remembered Mary's middle name, Dawn. I held my head in my hands, breathing heavily and peeked at her. She had ordered a drink and sat at a table on the opposite side of me and was reading a book. I knew I couldn't avoid it so I got up, deep breath and walked up to her table. She looked up at me with a smile, until she realized it was me. "Do you mind? I'm waiting for my date to show up and we have nothing to say to each other anyway." I looked her over as she slightly sneered at me. "So I guess you are not pretending to be a woman named Dawn?" Mary stopped reading and slurping her Coke, looked down and I could hear her whisper something like, oh my God what have I done. I sighed heavily, explained to her that I didn't lie about why I was getting back in the dating scene. Mary was once not just my friend, but also my wife's. She apologized for not knowing and we did end up talking for a while. Strangely enough, I think we talked more in depth than we had on the phone the last few weeks. She explained why she acted the way she did when we broke up in high school and admitted to hoping I would have gone to our prom so that we'd get back together. I always suspected as much, but I stayed away for my own reasons. She then told me about how bad her divorce went with her ex-husband and how she had custody of their youngest child while he got the older one. Now that she was living alone, she felt she could finally get on with her romance. It was somewhat similar to my reasoning. We ended up talking until it was close to closing time. I got up and explained that I best be off and asked what we should do next. "Hhhmmm, well we did plan to meet today, which we did, and to tell the truth I feel like things between us have carried on long enough. Would you like to come over to my place for some more reacquainting?" I smiled and accepted. We went to my car and drove just three blocks to her apartment. She apologized for the fact she was in one, as her ex ended up with the house. I didn't care as I was finally getting a friend back in Mary. I sat on the couch and she went into the kitchen to get some drinks. When she returned, she had the drinks, a smile and her blouse was open three buttons down, revealing that deep cleavage I use to see and play with in high school. She sat beside me and we continued to talk. I told her that I had not been with anyone since my wife passed away, then she admitted to having a few one night stands just because she felt she needed the sex. That sounded like her. Years ago in high school, we started dating and I remember getting a note from her between classes. When I read it, she was explaining that she wanted me to skip a class with her so she could get that "special feeling" again as she needed it. What she meant was me playing with her tits, sucking on them and finger fucking her pussy. We did all that as teens and she loved how big my cock would get for her as she stroked it. I still remember the day I came on the hairs of her pussy. She was so turned on, she came very hard and fell asleep. It was then she noticed my stare to her breasts. "What are you thinking about, the good old days when you use to play with the girls?" We both laughed and I did admit to doing so. She stared at my jeans, likely noticing the hard on I had. "Rob, I don't want to sound like a slut or eager, but I just have to confess that I've been thinking about us as teens as well. You were the first boy to touch my tits and pussy, you know. My first boyfriend tried, but I never let him. I think it was because deep inside, I really did want you." "Oh we've been through that, Mary. You admitted to me about your real feelings and even why you dated him instead of me. That was decades ago." "Well, you have to admit that it was very peculiar that you had your hands up my shirt and down my pants the first day we became lovers, although we were dating for weeks before and even behind his back." I laughed. "I had a dream once that after you went on a date with him, you called me up and we ended up having sex right in the park in your backyard. Then you went to school the next day without him knowing what we did while you would sneak smiles at me." "That is one thing I regret, stopping you that night we almost had sex. I was just scared after what had happened to my two friends. I didn't want to get pregnant and end up in a poor house like them. But there were many nights after that one that I dreamt of you taking my virginity. Even after I slept with John, I still would masturbate with you in my mind and that went on even after I got married." "Even after the divorce?" Mary fell silent a moment. "Yes, actually even recently. God, Rob, even though we never fucked, you always cared about my pleasure. You always asked if I liked what you were doing and if I had a good cum. John and Sam were never like that, even the guys I fucked afterwards weren't. And none were as big as you were." I nearly choked on my drink. "You ok?" Coughing a bit, but I managed to say, "Yeah....just didn't expect that." "Well, it's true. Your cock was so thick, my fingers barely touched each other when I them around it. And the cum you'd shoot. Remember that one time you shot it all over my pubic hair?" I snickered, "Yeah?" "Well, that was when my mom found out we were fooling around. She washed my panties and the front of them were all crusted with your jism. She even smelled it and knew it was sperm, not my pussy. That's when we had a LONG talk and the reason why after that when you got close to cumming, I'd either stop stroking you or I would dry hump with you so that you'd cum in your pants instead." We both laughed. I had my arm behind her and we were now staring at each other. It suddenly felt like we were two teenagers again as our expressions changed. Our hands met and our fingers intertwined together. We drew closer until our lips met and we kissed passionately. I had no idea how long it was, but by the time we broke apart, all the years of being alienated from each other seemed to disappear. "Oh God, I never thought we'd ever do that again," she said. "I'm just as surprised." I swallowed. "Mary, I never fell out of love with you. Even after marrying and having my kids, I still held you deep inside. I know I am risking you kicking me out, but I am just being honest." Mary suddenly jumped me, in a sense. She collapsed her whole body onto me that we fell back in the couch and we were in a very hot, passionate embrace and kiss. Our tongues were dancing and jousting each other. I felt her tits mash against me as we laid there like wild crazy teens in love again. Mary broke the kiss and looked down at me. "I felt the same way, Rob. I regretted breaking up with you back then. Nearly every time I had sex since then, I had you in my mind and would enjoy it all the more." I don't know why, but my hands went up under her blouse and were running over her back, feeling the clasps of the bra she was wearing. Mary moaned and sat up, straddling me. Without a word, my hands moved to her front and I started kneading her breasts. She smiled and took her blouse off, then her hips were starting to move back and forth on me. "Oh God, it feels like you have a monster in there still." I noticed her hands moved down to undo my jeans. By that time, my own hands were trying to release her huge tits. There were somewhat bigger than the last time I saw them. As I removed her bra, they were free to my touch, her nipples were now dark compared to the pale pink that they were and standing straight out for me. After playing with them, my hands went behind her to caress her round ass. Mary grabbed her right tit and laid back down on me, my hands having an even rounder portion of her butt to grasp. "Suck my tits, Rob, just like you use to." I began to lick at her nipple, teasing it as my hands went under her jean waist. She moaned louder as my lips encased her nipple and then she let out a loud gasp as I began to suck on it. It wasn't long before I felt her shake and then tense up with a scream. She collapsed on me breathing heavily. "Oh my God, Rob. You can still make me cum just by doing that!" Smiling, I looked up at her. "Do you think this is a good idea?" "I don't see why not. We aren't married or committed to anyone and we're older, smarter now. We did some stupid things as teenagers." I brushed the hair out of her eyes. "Yeah, we both had done some pretty mean stuff." "Sssshhhh, please. Don't ruin this moment. All's forgiven on my part. Let's just enjoy what we have right now." With that she went up on her knees. I undid the button of her jeans and pulled the zipper down. Then I peeled her jeans off, one leg at a time, and stared at her panties. I couldn't believe how wet she was. Her pussy was just soaking the middle of them and I could see her hair shadowed against the fabric. Then she pulled my pants down and looked at me dead in the eye. "Ready to see my pussy, Mr. Johnson?" "I sure am, Ms. Daniels. As long as you are ready to see my cock." "I've been ready for over 20 years." With that, Mary pulled my underwear down and exposed my cock. I could hear here swoon when it popped out for her. Then she pulled the front of her panties and asked me to pull them from the back. I heard the tearing of fabric and they ripped open. She pulled the waistband up a bit and exposed her pussy for my view. I didn't know what was better, her dark nipple capped 40DDD tits or her wet, pouting trimmed pussy. She stroked my cock a few times while I ran my fingers through her lips, teasing at both her hole and clit, then when I moved my hand, she moved the head of my cock up to her pussy. "Rob's cock, allow me to reintroduce you to my pussy...Mary's pussy, remember his cock?" We snickered at that, but it was VERY sexy. My head slid in easily and we stopped there. "Mary...." "Yeah, I know, Rob. This was as far as we got ever." She was smiling just as happily as I was. "Let's see if you can get that monster cock up inside me. Fuck me like the seventeen year old that I was so long ago." Talking dirty just made it all that much more stimulating. Mary began to bring her weight down on my lap, sliding down my cock and allowing herself to be fuck by the guy she had always wanted. With every inch she took, Mary gasped loudly and once I was all the way in, she was deeply surprised. "OH FUCKING SHIT!!!!! Rob, you're stretching me! It feels like you're splitting me open! Oh I never knew it would be like this!" "You ok?" I asked as my hands grasped at those huge melons of her's. "Uh huh, just let me sit here and enjoy how much you are filling me. God, why didn't we do this 25 years ago???" Her hips rotated slightly to get a feeling of my cock inside her tight pussy. After all the guys she told me she had fucked, I'd have thought she'd be more loose, but I could feel every bit of her pussy muscles. "Ok, I'm ready to ride my big horsey!" With that, Mary began to not just rotate her hips, but also moved them back and forth and even up and down. We were really getting into it together. She was moaning louder and louder with each stroke and I watched her ride me. I thought to myself that this was exactly what I wanted us to do. Her massive tits were just jiggling all over her body, hypnotizing me to maul them. I sat up and held her tightly against me as she fucked me in my lap. Suddenly, she bagan to pant harder and screaming. Her pussy muscles clamped on my cock and I couldn't stop myself, I began to cum in huge loads deep inside her pussy. Just as I was, she too was cumming, screaming my name. When we stopped breathing heavily, she looked at me and kissed me deeply. "Oh my sweet lover! Rob, this was all I imagined it to be and more. That had to be the most intense orgasm I ever had." "I hope it won't be the last," I said as I moved my legs to get her to lay on her back with me on top. "Oh God, are you ready to fuck more?" I laughed as I stroked my cock back and forth, in and out of her pussy. I wanted to fuck her for years, just as she did with me. Her legs wrapped around my thighs and her arms held me at my waist. We kissed more lustfully as my cock was driving deep inside her each time. I tried my best to make sure she would feel my entire length and thickness by going slowly in and out. After cumming once, I was able to last much longer with her. Mary's tits were pressed into my chest and I could feel her nipples poking me. In the process of fucking, we managed to get the remaining clothes we had on still off. I just couldn't believe that after 25 years, I was finally having sex with the first woman whom ever touched my cock and I fell in love with. I noticed that she had tears in her eyes. "I'm ok, just that I'm so very happy right now with you inside me and holding me like this again. I love you, Rob." "I love you too, Mary. And I never want this moment to end." We continued to fuck like the long lost lovers that we were until she looked at the clock. "Damn, it's 3:30 in the morning! We need to get to bed." I got off of her and grabbed my clothes. She looked at me and wondered what I was doing. "Um, getting ready to go so you can go to bed." "Oh no you don't. After 25 years, I am going to sleep with you like we did back then, but this time, we're gonna screw each other to sleep." When we dated back then, there was a night I was at her place and I was sick. I took some medication and was knocked out. When I woke up, I was on Mary's bed with a blanket over me. I was above the sheets and blacket that she was under, but technically we were sleeping with her. I dropped my clothes and followed her into her bedroom. She was already in bed, the blankets pulled down, legs spread and she was running her fingers through her slit and hair. "You look so sexy laying there, Mary." "So what are you gonna do about it?" she smiled. I got on top of her, grabbed the blankets and covered up. Then I pushed my thick hard cock back up inside her, we both grunted. "I'm going to fuck you until we cum and fall asleep." Mary passionately kissed me again with her mouth wide open for my tongue. We teased one another and after several minutes of grinding our hips into one another, we came again in such a force that we were exhausted. I rolled off her, my cock sliding out with a plop sound. She then rolled to me and rested her head on my chest. "Rob, I honestly have to say that none of my imaginations of you were EVER that good." "I don't think we could have lasted that long when we were teens though." We laughed and Mary got more comfy. "Do you mind? I just want to lay here and sleep on you." I ran my hand up and down her hip. "Mary, you just get comfortable and we'll sleep like this all you want." It wasn't long that we were both asleep, likely dreaming the same thing. I woke up just after noon to Mary stroking my morning hard-on. She looked up at me and smiled. "I couldn't pass up the chance to see it up close, Rob. You certainly are big now." I began to run my fingers through her hair. "Believe me, you missed out on a lot as I have that big since as far back as I can remember." "Hhhmm, guess I need to make up some time." She kissed the head, not caring about our previous playing. Then her lips enveloped the head and she sucked at it. I watched as she took my cock deep into her mouth, lips and sucking as she did so. I was receiving the first blow job ever from Mary. I just continued watching as she did her best to take my thick member into her mouth. She had problems, but she never gave up. Then she started doing something that suddenly made me start to cum. "Mary, stop, I'm cumming!" She didn't stop, she just kept taking my shots on to her tongue and she swallowed every last drip I had. I laid back, letting out a huge breath of air and she crawled up on me. "So, do I suck good cock?" "Heheheh, you most certainly do," I stated. "Now just keep yourself like that for a few moments. Mary was a bit confused as I crawled out from under her while she stayed on all fours. I got to see her shapely ass, almost swaying at me to play with it. Between the cheeks and legs was the target, her VERY wet, leaking pussy. I laid underneath and I could see some of my cum still escaping from her hole. I didn't care as my hands began to caress her ass cheeks and I gave her pouting lips a kiss. She stirred suddenly. "Ooooo, Rob, what are you doing? I haven't even washed yet." "So? I didn't either when you sucked me." With that, I went directly for her pussy, sucking on it and licking all the secret places that hide from everyone. She was squirming as my tongue attacked her nether region and I tatsed our combined juices. Mary was groaning loudly as I ate her. "Oh, Rob, you are licking me so good. Don't stop, keep licking....eat me, sweetie." Lonely and Horny - Ashley was lonely and horny... She was getting ready to go to Matthew's party. They'd known each other since she used to work at the bookstore. He'd been a regular customer there getting all his professional books from them. He didn't read much else than textbooks. That's what he'd told her when she struck a conversation with him. She had kind of a crush on him since the first time he came into the store. - It had taken her a while but she finally ended up choosing the little black dress to wear to the party. The chats turned into coffee and they exchanged numbers. They had kept contact even after the bookstore closed and Ashley went back to college. This time she'd really give it her all. That's what she had promised herself. She wanted to be a lawyer. - She put her make-up on heavy. It was her staple look: dark smokey eyes, long lashes and pale pink face, pale pink cheeks and pale pink lips. It was all about her sexy, sultry eyes. She was a little wild when she was younger. She used to only be interested parties and guys and having fun. But then as time went by she grew out of it. At 24 she'd gotten the job at the bookstore and started working on getting her grades up. It took her a while but that wasn't any problem. She was confident she'd manage. It did mean that she had far less time for goofing off though. Most days were spent at home studying. - She picked up her red six-inch heels. She hadn't used these in a while. It was a naughty pair. Being at home more meant less partying and left Ashley feeling lonely. The internet was such a resource. It wasn't long before she found her way to a porn site. On a lonely night it was such a rush! Before long she went from pictures to videos and then to erotic stories. There was a lot of sexy stuff out there. Some weird stuff too, but Ashley considered herself pretty open-minded so she checked those out too. - She called a cab. The hottest stuff was BDSM for sure. She liked those stories. There was even stuff she got excited about that she never would have thought about before. Stories about harsh men. Bad men that used girls. Used them hard and selfishly. Those were hot. Her tastes in porn slowly moved on to rougher scenes. She could watch those and fantasize about the stories she'd read. There were a lot of people at the party. Eventually she managed to find Matthew and thank him for the invitation. He was busy hosting though. Ashley barely knew anyone there. Jake, who used to come to the bookstore with Matthew sometimes was there but she could hardly call him her friend. He tried to hit on her. He was full of compliments and offers to get her drinks. In the end she had a dance with him in the living room where everyone was dancing awkwardly like colleagues usually do. As soon as she caught sight of Matthew she pulled him in to force him to dance too. She felt self-conscious though. As if everyone was looking at them. She wasn't sure they did but it felt a bit uncomfortable and she didn't do anything too wild. She got bolder later. A few drinks later. Her juices were flowing and her party mood was coming on. She and Matthew talked about this and that and pretty soon she got bolder. She wanted to grind her hips on his crotch. And then she wanted to go low. When they took a break she sat Matthew on a bar stool and she stood close. She opened his legs and stood between them while they shared a drink. "How are you getting home?" He asked as the party was winding down. "You've had too much to drink". "I'll figure it out..." she said looking at him through lowered eyelids chewing the straw in her drink. When Ashley got back from the toilet she realized the place was empty. She was in there for a while. Part of her was stalling but she did actually touch up her make-up a bit. The lights were off. She could hear Matthew in the kitchen. He finished in there and turned that light off too. Ashley tip-toed closer and saw him walk to the bedroom. She was thinking what to do. While she was deciding Matthew had changed clothes and was coming out again. She quickly ducked behind the wall, suddenly embarrassed. She heard him shuffle his slippers as he went back to the living room. "What do I do? Should I come out and yell surprise? That would be weird not sexy" "What's that? Did he turn on the TV?" Soon she could hear moans. Was Matthew watching porn? She went closer and peeked. He really was watching porn! Now her interest was peaked. She moved even closer. Matthew was sitting on his couch laying back. A fake-looking tattooed brunette in a blue dress was on the screen. She was dancing and caressing her oversized tits. You could see her shaved pussy when she lifted the small dress. And there was something else there. Peeking between the pornstar's legs was a plastic red toy lodged in the girl's ass. She turned aroung and gave the camera a better view. The brunette was swaying... dancing even though there was no music. Then she lay down on a beige leather couch, completely naked, and started teasing her clit. She was tasting herself. Running her finger across her tongue. Those lips... they were plump and bloated. There was no way they were natural. "What a cheap slut", thought Ashley. The pornstar was now licking her nipples. Then she glided down the couch so kneel on the floor. Three guys showed up out of nowhere and started shoving their cocks down the brunette's mouth. Saliva and tears started running. The cocks went straight to the whore's throat. The men pushed her face between them so she'd suck everyone. Not really suck... no. More like a facefuck. She opened her mouth and someone spit in it. Then she was slapped and the men shared use of her throat again. The brunette was seated on the couch again and the men stood one by one above her and shoved their cocks in her throat. Her spit was frothing out of her mouth while she rubbed her clit frantically. Fingers were plunged into her pussy. She had a tattoo across her tummy, she looked fit. Then she was turned over to sit on all fours. A cock entered the pornstar. Directly into her ass. Her moans were obscene. Fucked in the ass while another man grabbed her hair and shoved his cock deep into her face. "How long have you been standing there?" asked Matthew, with his dick in his hand. "Ehm, uh, uhm... a bit. Quite a bit actually" "Do you like what you see?" Silence. The slut's moans and the men fucking her could be heard in the background. "I... I do" Ashley's eyes shifted from Matthew to the brunette when a man started slapping her while his dick was plowing her ass. "You like watching me jerk off or the slut getting fucked?" Another silence. Shorter this time. "Both!" "Come here and sit with me then" Ashley could feel slickness between her legs. Her pussy was soaking, dripping wet. Matthew sat on the couch again and she sat with him. He had his dick out, in his fist. He was hard. She slid closer to him. He was slowly moving his hand up and down. She reached out with her left hand and touch his. She looked at him with need in her eyes. He removed his hand and she took over jerking him off. After a while she draped her left leg on his. They were both watching the screen. "Look at her. What a whore!" exclaimed Ashley. "She looks so cheap. God how sexy she is. Look at how they use her. She's nothing but a fucktoy. Tailor-made to their specifications. Huge tits, fit body, big collagen lips... totally worthless. Just a piece of meat for them to use. Do you think they're gonna let her cum?" "I don't think they care" "Yeah that sounds right. They shouldn't care at all about her pleasure. Fuck, that's so sexy. To be so low... just a piece of meat that men use... oh god they're making her lick the cocks that are fucking her ass." "She's turning you on like crazy isn't she?" "She is... it's... so... hot" "You like watching her or do you want to be her?" Ashley turned to look at him. His eyes locked on hers. She was flushed, horny her cheeks were burning. "I...I don't know... watching her, maybe... maybe both." "You want to be a whore like her?" "I've... often thought of... something like that" "Fuck I'm going to cum!" "Don't you want to fuck me?" "I do but I don't have a condom." Ashley looked at him frustrated. Then she eyed the room. Then back to him. "That's ok... here, come with me..." She got up and went to the dinner table. Her heels gave her a hard time but she held onto the chair and the table and climbed on top of it on her knees. Then she layed down, on her back. Her head was hanging a bit off the edge, slightly tilted. "You can be as rough as you want" She opened her mouth wide. He slapped her face, leaving a redness on her right cheek. "I will" Lonely and Pregnant I arrived home from work quite late and my wife had prepared dinner as usual. We sat and chatted about our day and she told me how she had been to see her friend Emma who lives close by. They are close friends and my wife Jo goes to see her at least once a week. Emma is younger than us, around early forties I would say. She has a husband, Sean and they have a young child called Kirsty who is about three years old. They started their family late and during her pregnancy Jo was a great support to both Emma and Sean. At this time she was pregnant again and less concerned but because of her age she was being very careful about her health and physical activity, but not as careful as Sean, it turns out. "I have volunteered your time to go and help Emma tomorrow," Jo said at dinner. "She has a number of boxes and packages she needs moved to her loft and some items to go to the tip. She cannot lift them and Sean is too lazy to help. She's given up asking him." I don't work every day and tomorrow was one of my free days. Jo works five days and leaves me to carry out most of the household chores on my free days. I didn't mind helping Emma and she would get me some lunch, no doubt. "OK," I replied, "what time does she want me to start?" "I am not sure; phone her in the morning, I guess when Sean and the little girl have left." I got up from my bed at around eight o'clock and got myself ready for some physical work. I called Emma at eight thirty and she answered the phone rather drowsily. "Yes please do come over when you like, but give me half an hour to get dressed." I walked across to her house at around nine fifteen and she answered the door. "Please come in John, thank you so much for offering to help me with the clearing up. I need to make space upstairs for the new baby. Sean is so busy he hasn't had time to do these jobs." "Yes," I thought, "lazy bastard, beautiful caring wife and you can't even be bothered to lift a few boxes for her." She went to the kitchen and made us a cup of coffee while I stood there admiring her blooming looks and pregnant form. "When's the baby due then Emma," I asked. I had guessed quite soon as she was getting rather large. "Oh, six weeks," was the reply. "Little wonder you don't want to be lifting boxes then," I replied. "We'll drink this and then make a start, if that's OK with you John," she asked. She busied herself with getting washing from the washer and hanging it on a drier and then tidying the kitchen as I stood and watched. I offered to help as she was bending and stretching but she was happy to carry on. We chatted about our children and partners, and she was very loyal to her Sean despite his obvious laziness and lack of care for her. I was content to stand and watch and it wasn't long before I was enjoying the view before my eyes. Emma, as I told you earlier was in her early forties, and weighed around 160 pounds before she got pregnant. She was about 5 feet 7 inches and quite well built. I guess her dress size was fourteen to sixteen before she was pregnant. Her breasts would have been 36 d and she had quite wide hips. Her most striking feature was her beautiful red hair. She was wearing a loose fitting maternity dress. It was summer so she wore no tights or stockings, just this dress. It was sleeveless with shoulder straps fairly low at the neck line and when she was standing the hem came just below her knees. Every time she leaned forward facing me I could see down her top. She wasn't doing it purposely; I think exposing herself to me was furthest from her mind. She wore a pretty bra and this allowed a view of her ample beasts and cleavage. They were full due to her condition and swayed beautifully as she moved. They hung as she stooped and the bra was loose as though not fastened properly thus allowing free movement of those huge orbs. She bent with her bottom to me and I admired the large round shape she presented. The dress was thin and showed the curves from her hips to her thighs and. It slipped into her crack a little at the bottom. I could see the outline of her knickers which must also have slipped into her crack. She remained bent over and I could see the back of her knees and a little way up her thighs. I was getting hard and needed to make an adjustment before she looked around. She completed the tasks and we drank our coffee and then she led me up the stairs where she showed me a dozen boxes in a spare room and said "Those are the boxes to go to the loft. You will need to lower the ladder from the loft hatch." I did this and climbed to the top. There were already some boxes in the loft and I asked how she wanted them placed. She asked me to climb down the ladder and she would go up and take a look at what was there. Oh my word, what a sight. She slowly climbed the steps revealing more and more of her legs. They were quite muscular and as you would expect from a pregnant forty something year old quite large at the top of thighs; fleshy with some signs of cellulite and veins, but still very sexy. I was nervous to look; she didn't realize what I could see. I looked away and she noticed me looking away, but said nothing. She then reached the top and leaned in to the loft. Shit, I was sweating and glowing, I could see her white cotton knickers tightly covering her ample arse and yes they partly disappeared up her crack. I could see wisps of her red pubic hair. I looked away again as she spoke. She commented on the articles already in the loft and asked me to push them to the back and place the new boxes at the front. Down she came revealing her knees and thighs as she stepped down carefully. She was as flushed as I was. I got to my task and carried the boxes up the ladder until I was finished. I was careful to hide the semi erect bulge in my trousers which subsided when she went down stairs to continue her jobs in the kitchen. I then loaded the car with boxes for the tip and my jobs were complete. We sat and had a sandwich and a drink and she began talking about her husband Sean and his attitude to her pregnancy and their little girl. She was concerned because he really didn't want another child, but she became pregnant unexpectedly. This developed into a personal chat and she became quite emotional. She admitted the he had not shown any signs of emotion toward her since he found out she was pregnant. He had some sort of obsession with pregnancy and wouldn't even touch or kiss her. She became tearful, so I go up and put my hands on shoulders as I stood behind her and tried to comfort her. She looked up at me as tears streamed down her face. I could see down her top. Tears dropped on to her chest and then her breast. She wiped them away with her hand. In doing so she pulled her top outwards thus revealing almost all of her bra clad breasts. I stroked her shoulders and caressed her neck. She put her head back and sighed. The tears continued and she stood to face me. She put her arms around me and I did the same to her. We just hugged for minutes and then she sighed again saying, "Oh how I miss human contact, how I miss the feel of a warm body against mine?" I squeezed her upper body to mine and felt her huge breasts against my chest. Her pregnant belly pressed gently against my lower body and I felt a stirring in my loins. The hugging turned to caressing as she stroked my hair and I stroked hers. She looked me in the eyes and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips. She did it again and lingered for longer this time. "I'm so sorry John, I should not have done that, please forgive me." She whispered. "I know," I replied, "It's OK, Just take your time and let your emotions settle. It's a difficult time for you, but we are here for you, Jo and me." "Jo doesn't know about Sean, please don't tell her." "OK, it's our secret." I replied quietly in her ear. She kissed me again but even more passionately this time and whispered, "Thank you John, you are so kind and understanding." I kissed her this time and our tongues met. I pushed her gently away from me with my hands on her upper arm and looked at her beautiful pregnant body. My eyes were full of lust and she knew. "You don't have a problem with me being pregnant, do you John." She uttered. "No, so you've noticed then have you Emma?" "Yes, you were the same when I was carrying little Kirsty, you looked lovingly at me and without being insensitive you just seem to admire my pregnancy." "Does it show?" I questioned. "Yes a little, but I didn't really have a problem with it. Would you like to feel my belly?" I was astonished and nodded yes. I took her full belly in both my hands and gently caressed the swollen form all over from the top to the lowest part almost down to her pubic area. I could feel her knickers. She just stood back and looked down at my hands fondling her. Her breasts were touching the top of her belly and the back of my hands brushed against the underside. All I could feel was her bra. This continued for some minutes until again she hugged me. "That was very comforting John?" She whispered. I was by now very excited and flushed as was she. I was nervous that this would go too far and we would both live to regret it. At that moment the telephone rang and she turned to take the call. She stood in the hall-way with her back to me. The call lasted only a minute or two and as she replaced the handset I approached her from behind. I put my hands around her and caressed her pregnant belly again. She did not object, but just stood there and looked at herself and me in the mirror in front of her. I looked at her eyes and they were watery and half closed. She smiled at me and I continued the caress. I pressed my belly against her bottom and pulled us closer together. My hands wandered down to her pubic area and just stroked her gently there, and then I moved up and touched her breast briefly to test her reaction. She did not react, just continued to smile at me in the mirror. I caressed both her huge breasts through her dress and whispered to her, "Is this Ok or shall I stop?" She smiled and replied, "Please don't stop now, I need this badly." I continued to caress her breasts and my cock was getting hard and needed adjustment, so I made myself more comfortable so it was upright and I pressed it into the crack of her ass. She responded by pushing back. My hands were all over her tits by now and she turned her head for us to kiss which we did passionately. We moved to the living room and got behind the sofa. I got her to place her hands on the back of the sofa and I stood behind her. She leaned forward and I lifted her dress up so far that I could unfasten her bra. I did that and looked down at her large white cotton knickers covering her large ass. Her hips were naked and they looked gorgeous. Her thighs were revealed to their full splendor. What a beautiful sight. I could see her belly hanging down and I moved her bra so that her tits swung free. It all hung down. I got behind her and felt her belly with both hands, and then her breasts, fondling, caressing, and squeezing her milk laden orbs and then her hard nipples. I slipped one hand between her legs and was delighted as I felt her pubic hair through her knickers and then to feel that her knickers were quite wet there. I stroked her engorged mound and pushed a finger into her. I could feel the swollen labia and the opening which yearned penetration. She stood up straight and turned to me and embraced me. "Please be gentle with me John, don't harm my baby. I need this warmth and emotion for my sanity. I have longed for you to come over and cuddle me. I knew you would one day." Her dress and fallen to its proper place and her breasts hung below her bra. We kissed and fondled each other. Her hand went to my groin and felt the outline of my erect penis. "You are so hard and so thick John, please fuck me slowly and gently." She whispered. "I promise not to harm you or your baby." I replied. My cock was bursting and I could feel the precum oozing. "How would you like it Emma?" I asked. She replied that she wanted me to penetrate her from behind in the position we has assumed against the sofa. I lifted her dress over her head and removed her bra. I just had to fondle and suck on those beautiful large breasts and those bullet hard nipples. I did so for some minutes and then she turned her back to me and braced herself against the rear of that sofa. I slipped her knickers down and dropped my pants. My cock stood out rigid and oozing. I placed it in the crack of her ass and rubbed gently. I felt underneath her and caressed her hanging tits and her bulging belly. I then parted her legs and she reached beneath to guide my erect penis into her soaked channel. I negotiated the large wet labia lips and she helped it in at the angle best suited to her. It went all the way in as far as the entrance to her womb. She groaned with pleasure and wriggled to get the most comfortable position. Her fingers went to her groin and I took them away so that I could fondle her clit. It was soaked and lovely and hard; perturbing well from its hood. I pushed and probed slowly and then asked her how she liked it. She replied "Gentle at first and then harder and I will tell you when to increase the speed." I continued with a steady rhythm with my fingers and my cock also slipped gently back and forth. One of my hands held her breast while the other worked on her swollen clit. I looked down at her large bottom and then at her hanging breasts. "Faster," she groaned, "yes please, harder, faster, that's good, more please, pump your cock, now squeeze my nipple, yes, yes, oh, oh, oh." I did as she asked. That was it; she shuddered and groaned and I shot my load into her and held my cock hard against her womb as the spunk pumped. She gushed and the two loads of fluid ran from her pussy and dripped down my legs and hers. After some moments just holding each other there I let my cock slip from her pussy and I helped her upright. "Hold me please John, kiss me and may God forgive me for my transgression, but it was fantastic, just what I needed, and now I want some more. Can you please masturbate me like you just did, I need another orgasm." Lonely As A Cloud When Albert Hiribango was told that there was an American tourist in his town who was looking for a lift to the capital, he initially had mixed feelings. On the one hand, he felt it was his Christian duty to give a helping hand to anyone in need, and he knew there were many out there who would be less ethical than him in extending this hand. On the other hand, he feared that his general loathing for America and all it represented would prevent him being the ideal host. His worries were further heightened when he met Hannah, in her skimpy tee-shirt and her large baggy khaki shorts. She was dressed so immodestly, with the whole of her waist revealed, her arms bared to the shoulder, and even some kind of jewellery pierced into her navel. But he was not a man to go back on his word, even if the woman was clearly one of loose morals. However, this was typical of Westerners. They'd come to Africa bringing their preachers and their faith - which was, of course, the greatest benefit brought by the white man - enforcing their morals, and then, when it suited them, they changed the rules: now dressing with the immodesty that they had initially condemned in the African. However, Hannah was not a young woman. She must have been in her early thirties, but typically for a Westerner, she dressed and behaved like someone much younger. Albert couldn't help admiring Hannah's trim figure and her self-confidence. Her hair was cut expensively, two horns of dark brown hair against her cheeks and an immaculate fringe. Albert carefully placed her large heavy cases in the back of his jeep, covered them with a tarpaulin sheet and invited Hannah to sit next to him. "So, you come from America?" he asked, as he shifted the jeep up into third gear. "Yup. California. Small town not more than two hours ride from LA," she agreed, throwing a strip of chewing gum into her mouth. "How many miles is that?" Albert couldn't help wondering. He's heard that roads in the United States were rather better than here, and he reckoned that two hours drive was probably more than the forty or fifty miles he could normally do in that time. "A hundred or so, I guess. Though when you get to LA, the traffic's so bad, you just don't know your luck." Albert smiled grimly. So, Americans had bad traffic as well, but he doubted whether that meant dodging the insane drivers and straggly cattle he was accustomed to. "And so, what is it you do for a living?" He asked. Then qualifying quickly, because it might be that Hannah was a married woman, though he could see no evidence of a ring on her third finger. "That's if you do work, of course." "I'm a sex poet," Hannah replied with a smile. Albert couldn't help himself. "You're a what?" he asked abruptly, hoping he'd misheard her. "A sex poet," Hannah repeated. "It's the big growth area in poetry. You don't write about landscapes, flowers or whatever these days. Some poets write about urban squalor and drugs and stuff. Like rappers only without the twelve inch discs. Some of us write about sex." "Sex?" Albert wondered, carefully steering his jeep to avoid the carcass of a dog sprawled out across the road. "How can you find anything to write about that?" "Well, it's not as easy as you'd think," Hannah remarked. This, of course, was contrary to Albert's own opinions. Surely sex was something very private. Not something that one ever wrote poetry about. "After a while you run out of fresh words to rhyme with 'fuck'. You know, there are the obvious words like 'suck' and 'muck', but not long you start resorting to words like 'duck'. And you know, I may be broad-minded but I'm not as broad-minded as that. You know what I mean?" "Not really," admitted Albert. "But 'sex poetry'. What exactly is it?" "Poems about sex. The before. The after. The during. The wanting. The missing. The having. You know." "What about love and affection? What about the virtues of chastity and fidelity? Do these have a part to play in 'sex poetry'?" "Of course they do. You don't just write about fucking. Although, fucking's mostly what it's about. And BJs, DP, BDSM, homosexuality. Everything." "Homosexuality?" wondered Albert, who reasoned that this was surely something the Good Lord would never countenance. But, he reminded himself, California was the new Sodom and there was no limit to these Americans' depravity. "Well, yeah. But naturally I'm not too hot on the men-men stuff. After all, I've been close, fucking close, close enough to touch and feel the heat, but it's not something I can really understand. Not really truly. Though I have written a couple of poems about it. You know, from a woman's point of view. But girl-girl. Well, that's another matter. I used to get so much inspiration from my girlfriends, I could just hammer the old keyboard all night long." "I see," remarked Albert, who didn't understand at all. He glanced at Hannah, hoping to see an expression that told him that she was merely kidding, but her face was set and there was a look of frankness in her face. Without a comment, he silently concentrated on the badly scarred road, past the parched fields and the odd scattered tree. Occasionally, an antelope would gallop by or a brightly coloured bird would swoop from the sky, but generally there was as little evidence that this was the land of big game, as it would be obvious to a visitor to America that he or she was in the land of the buffalo. "Sex poetry is still poetry, of course," Hannah continued. "You have to struggle to get the right words. To capture those moments that make it worthwhile. And that was something I was so good at. I would do poetry readings all through the State. And I got a bursary from several colleges for my stuff. And my first volume of poems, They Fuck You, Your Mom and Pop, did very well. For poetry anyway. I got interviewed on National Television. I even appeared on Breakfast TV. And my second volume, Innocence Regained, didn't do too badly either. That had a theme of examining all the different variations there are. You know, transsexualism, incest, hermaphrodism, group sex, all that sort of stuff." Albert coughed. Hannah would be arrested for peddling that sort of filth in this country. "Where do you get your inspiration from?" "Personal experience, mostly," Hannah boasted. "I don't believe I can really capture the essence of any situation unless I've been in it myself. Some sex poets, they rely on watching sex videos or reading porn. It's all second-hand for them. I don't believe in that masturbatory shit. I've got to actually do it myself. Or be pretty darned close to it. I mean, I'm no transsexual, for instance. But I've had so many lovers. My best girlfriend and her husband and I, we've explored well nigh everything together and with everyone who's game. The only things I draw a line on are non-consensuality, bestiality, and, of course, child sex. Those sick fucks just deserve to die." "Indeed," agreed Albert, though aware that when he got married to his wife so many years ago, she was what would be considered a minor in most Western countries. At least this American was showing some ethical considerations, he mused. He set his eyes back onto the road as it wound around the ancient African landscape. Above were a few hovering vultures which told Albert just how far they were out from the nearest town. He leaned forward, and turned on the radio. He tuned it through all the different radio stations, most of them broadcast in different native languages, until he found an English language one playing Western music. Out trilled some Country music, of which Albert was rather fond. He enjoyed those mournful tunes with their lyrics of lost love and quiet despair. This was an America he could understand. Not one that revelled in excesses of godlessness. Hannah was clearly not enjoying the Country songs as much as Albert. But she was too polite to complain, and fixed her gaze through the dusty window at the plains beyond, steadily chewing her gum. "So, why have you come to Africa? And by yourself?" he asked after long last. "Writer's Block!" She replied. "That was the reason." "'Writer's Block'?" wondered Albert, unsure whether this was some illness peculiar to California. "Yes. About a year and a half ago. Somehow, the flow just stopped. I just could no longer write poetry. I would spend hours on the computer, and inspiration just did not come. My muse had deserted me. And to date, it still hasn't returned." "But why come to Africa then?" wondered Albert. "I don't see the connection. Although this continent is famous for many things, poetry is, unfortunately, not one of them." Nor, he almost added, was 'sex poetry'. "Well, I struggled for weeks, months. I had poetry commissions that I couldn't deliver. My work of sonnets, Lonely as a Cloud, was just getting nowhere. The words just weren't coming. I would imagine a sex scene or an erotic incident, but I wasn't able to capture its essence. What I did write was banal and basically not very good. There was no rhythm to my verse. The poems had no structure and I couldn't find words that didn't sound clichéd or leaden. Sex had somehow become reduced to nothing more than gynaecological observations. My portrayals of love were clunky and unconvincing. Something drastic had to be done. I had to do something to break this cycle of despair." "And then you came to Africa?" "Well, I was making love to Angela, who's one of my regular lovers and she said I just had to leave California. Go somewhere. Travel anywhere. Just go to new places, meet new people, pick up things abroad. And, you know, except for a few short visits to Canada and England, I'd never really left the States. Sure, I'd been around so many of the states: mostly on lecture tours. I've been to Oregon, Minnesota, Louisiana, Maryland, even Hawaii. But not for very long elsewhere. So, I put a blindfold on, opened an atlas randomly at any page, and stuck in a pin on whichever page was open. And it was here in Southern Africa. So that's why I'm here and why I've been travelling around here for the last six months. It's all because of writer's block and the Readers Digest Atlas." "So you must have got to know Africa quite well." "You'd think so, wouldn't you? But I dunno. It's always other Westerners I meet mostly. Other people travelling. Or people staying at the hotels. It's not as if there are that many Westerners here, but I seem to meet them. I've seen a lot of the continent, but I don't really know the people." Perhaps, thought Albert, her profession might be part of the reason. That and her immodesty and strange views. He continued driving along the broken roads, the sun glancing through the open window onto his arms and onto the sharp crease of his smart brown cotton shirt. Even with his dark glasses on, the glare of the sun sometimes made it difficult to see too well. Hannah had put on her own sunglasses, which, unlike his, were small and metal-framed. She smiled at him, and then without warning she started coughing. And coughing. Big wheezing coughs that quite frankly worried Albert. He wasn't sure whether he should stop the jeep. But after a minute or so Hannah stopped and wiped a trail of yellowish mucus off her lips. "Are you alright?" Albert asked. "I don't know. I've not been feeling too good recently. A bit of the trots, this funny cough that just comes and goes, and sometimes a bit feverish. But I guess you expect that in Africa." "Do you?" "Well, you've got so many germs here, haven't you? Cholera. Typhoid. Malaria. Hepatitis. Everything. And, of course, AIDS." "Well, yes," admitted Albert. "Most of that's due to poor sanitation, unreliable water supplies and the climate. But AIDS of course came from America with the batty boys." Hannah frowned. "'Batty boys'? I've never heard of them before. But I heard AIDS originally came from Africa. You know, from baboons or something." "Baboons!" snorted Albert. "There was no AIDS in Africa before you Americans left the way of the Lord and brought Sodom and Gomorrah back into the world." Hannah frowned. She studied Albert with his slightly greying hair, the sharp creased shirt and cotton trousers, as the realisation took hold on her that there were people in the world whose view of things was quite different to that which she took for granted in the Golden State. She was to spend several more hours in Albert's company, and she didn't want to spend them arguing on the rights and wrongs of things. Fuck! He might even approve of smoking, or be unsympathetic to vegetarianism, or deny the virtues of tantric sex. All the things she held dear. It even occurred to her that Albert might not approve of sex poetry. But then this was another land, and it was best that she respect people's rights to believe and practise what they believed. As long as they didn't smoke in front of her or force her to eat meat. Or force her to indulge in any unnatural practices. Albert turned up the radio and the rest of the journey was spent listening to a mixture of Country music interspersed with a curious mix of contemporary (and not so contemporary) pop music. The conversation they had veered away from anything about which either passenger could claim to have a strong opinion, and Hannah gradually began to warm towards her African driver. He was going to the capital on business that seemed to relate to the bank and finance house for which Albert was district manager. But he accepted Hannah's invitation to come back to her hotel for a drink. The area in which the hotel was situated was markedly smarter than almost everywhere else Hannah had been in this country. The tree-lined roads were marked by consulates, embassies and the national headquarters of many multinational companies. Albert parked the car in the hotel's vast but nearly empty car park, and the two of them sat in the hotel bar. A man in a black suit and tuxedo was playing a selection of inoffensive standards on a huge white piano, while the large leather seats were occupied by a mixture of black and white guests speaking to each other in a multitude of languages, of which, naturally, English was the most prevalent. A few drinks and a conversation about Albert's job was all that it took for Hannah to proffer Albert the invitation to join her for a coffee in her hotel room. Albert wasn't at all surprised by this, though most such conversations he'd had with women markedly younger than him which had resulted in such an invitation had usually had a price tag involved, something which Albert accepted as part of normal life and an almost expected feature of his visits to the capital. He was not at all alarmed when Hannah, in the privacy of her large hotel room, dominated by a huge television screen where two European football teams were silently running around amongst the on-screen score-cards, took virtually no time at all, and with no sign of shame, in removing her top and shorts. He was actually more surprised to note the light rash that coloured her bare shoulders and the bottom of her neck. She pulled down her knickers and Albert saw that the lips of her vagina were pierced just as surely as her navel. He thought it strange that Westerners attacked the tradition of female circumcision, but had no apparent qualms in practising genital mutilation themselves. Typical hypocrisy, he thought. Hannah took it on herself to unclothe Albert and gave a whoop of delight as his penis sprang up relieved of his boxer shorts. Albert knew that he wasn't the most well endowed man there was (his times showering with other men after playing a game of rugby had disabused him of that vanity), but he'd heard that Western men were quite pitiful in that department, and Hannah's joy as she took his prick in her hands was evidence that this view might be true. She took his erect prick in her hands and touched the glans with her tongue. Albert quivered with tension as he felt the soft warm moistness of her tongue on its tender edge, causing it to stiffen to its maximum extent. And then she knelt down in front of him and guided his penis into her mouth: placing a finger firmly between his scrotum and his anus, and gulped it up and down her neck, her cheeks bulged out. This was something Albert's wife had never assented to. She had always objected to the smell and the association with urination. The only women to ever have agreed to that were the scrawny prostitutes who hung around the bars at the rather more modest hotels he usually stayed in. And although his penis was almost bursting with the need to release, Hannah had the expertise of these same prostitutes to ensure that he didn't reach his climax too soon. She removed her mouth from his prick and ran her hands up and down his black torso and thighs, while her teeth worried at the strands of black short curled hair around the base. She took her mouth away briefly and coughed in a wheezy throaty way, while one hand kept a grip on the hard throbbing shaft of his dick. He looked down on her from above. Her hair flopped over her cheeks and he admired the whiteness of her skin. He'd never had sex with a white woman before and he found the contrast between the tanned flesh of her arms, legs and waist a frightening contrast with the anaemic whiteness of her crotch, arse and bosom. He supposed that in America, white people were probably as white as that all over. The strangeness of it almost excited him to ejaculate there and then. But thankfully that was not to be. Hannah guided Albert back onto her large double bed, the thin sheets pushed back, and as he descended onto his back, she kept herself astride and on top of her. And then, the moment that defined sex, she positioned her crotch above his erect prick, and let it slide, easily and smoothly into her moist vagina. She sank her crotch bit by bit down to its very base, supporting her weight on her long thin tanned legs, her arms falling lengthwise on either side of him. "Ooh! It's been so long! Days! Maybe weeks!" she gasped as she pushed her crotch slowly and smoothly up and down, while Albert lay recumbent, his own arms stretched uselessly on either side of him. "Is that so?" he asked, watching with almost academic interest as his penis was alternately swallowed and eased out by her labial lips. "African men! They're all mouth and trousers!" She explained. "You don't know what a struggle it is to get a fuck round here. I'm just glad there are a few women here who don't mind." "Don't mind what?" asked Albert, not really expecting an answer, but guessing her meaning. The perversion of the suggestion actually aroused him the more, and he took Hannah's waist in his broad hands, the watch sliding slightly down his wrist, and drew her body close to his. Her breasts, so pert and white, pressed against the short curly hair of his chest, tingling his nipples and urgently commanding his buttocks to thrust harder and faster into her. The two kept this up for several moments, uncomfortable as it sometimes was to fuck someone from underneath, even though Hannah seemed to be thrusting with an equal amount of urgency as him. And then they turned round, Albert on top of her: the position he most often enjoyed with his wife and which had resulted in three healthy sons, one healthy girl and a second girl who'd unfortunately died from a bout of dysentery when she was still a very young child. His penis thrust back and forth, feeling redder and rawer against her rough vaginal lips while sweat poured down his chest, lubricated the hairs, and slid against Hannah's own shiny perspiring skin. These white women seemed to sweat so easily, the pearls of perspiration glistening on the pits of her tanned shoulders, and gathering in a pool by his prick. He pushed in and out, while every now and then he felt Hannah's finger press against the skin between his testicles and the hairs of his anus: a trick he'd been told by one prostitute whose body he'd enjoyed would keep his penis erect for that much longer. In. Out. In. Out. Slap. Slap. Lonely As A Cloud And then, Hannah again broke off to cough. This time for longer and more violently. She pushed herself away from under him, and with a weak smile ran into the bathroom, where Albert could hear her cough for several minutes. Long enough for his twitching penis to gradually shrink to half its erect size. He studied the football teams on the silent screen, punctuated every few minutes by a startling spin of the image as a replayed shot or tackle was rebroadcast. She came out from the bathroom, rubbing her lips with the back of her hand, and the two of them recommenced in their lovemaking as if there had been no break. Although Hannah had to first of all coax his penis back up to its full size. And their lovemaking went on and on, for longer than Albert could recall ever having made love before, whether with a prostitute or with his wife (even in the early days of his greatest sexual enthusiasm and especially now where it was usually perfunctory and not very frequent). She knew how to vary the diet to keep up their mutual interest, and even after he had released a mass of semen all over her breasts and waist (as she bizarrely insisted), he somehow regained the energy to begin again. Outside the sun went down and they put on the bedside lamps to allow some, but not too much illumination on their fucking. At one stage, she positioned herself head down, arse in the air, and got him to fuck her from behind. This was something he'd never done before, and was not too sure he really enjoyed. The sight of a bare back (especially one with that strange rash) was not as appealing to his eyes as a woman's face and breasts, but the strange tightness of her vaginal opening from this angle gave him fresh desire, and he pushed in and out of her with vigour, supporting himself by arms stretched out alongside her own. But then she took his penis in her hand, while still beneath him and motioned it towards her anus. Before Albert was sure what he was doing, his penis was thrusting into a smaller tighter hole, one whose type he'd never been in before. At first he was enjoying it. The tight squeeze it gave his prick, the slight resistance it gave to his thrusts gave his lovemaking more passion and more thrust. And then his prejudices took hold. He was no batty boy. This type of sex was quite unnatural and almost certainly would require penance either before or during his after-life. He pulled his penis free and reinserted it into her vagina, enjoying its now familiar warm liquid welcome as it sank into its more capacious depth. Albert and she spent the night together, their arms around each other, occasionally chatting, but more often sleeping. In bed, Albert found her conversation about the lovers she'd known, the sexual escapades she'd enjoyed, the variations she'd experimented in, that much more acceptable and even quite erotic than when he'd driven her along the African roads. Albert never saw her again. When morning came and they'd enjoyed breakfast together before his meeting at the bank headquarters, they'd made promises to keep in touch that both of them knew would never result in anything. A final kiss and a friendly squeeze of his sore testicles through his neat linen trousers was the last of Hannah. At least until a few months later, when his wife drew his attention to the scandal of the death of a famous American Sex Poet who had died of double pneumonia, which it was suspected had been exacerbated by the disease that was decimating Africa. Much of the article concentrated on her fame and her controversial reputation, but also on the quality of her verse. But these parts of the article were the ones that concerned Albert the least. Hannah had unsuspectingly been carrying the retrovirus for many years, and it had matured into its full-blown manifestation while she was in the African continent. It would not have occurred to a worried Albert as he contacted his doctor, but her lonely agonised death in the top floor of the Garret hotel was not at all unlike the traditional death of a poet that Hannah might have aspired to in moments of foolish romanticism. Lonely Babe Took My Virginity I watched her from the gloom of the marquee as she approached, the weak winter sun becoming summer through her orange dress. She was one of those hazy relatives only seen at special occasions and all the other wedding guests ignored her. The murmur in the marquee swelled as she entered, something that stiffened her neck immediately. 'Excuse me,' she said, pushing past to one of the candles at the back of the buffet table. I was simply an obstruction. I was used to that. Like all females, she had never shown me the slightest bit of interest and I wasn't expecting that to change, not even now with her shiny new pariah status As she leant across and pulled the candle to her, dragging the flame deep into the tobacco and closing her eyes as she did so. The front of her dress gaped open and I was transfixed. 'What are you staring at?' Her head cocked towards me, cigarette smoke trailing up through her hair. I blushed. She knew exactly what I was looking at and so did everyone else there. I tried to find words that would save me from pissing off another beautiful woman, but all I could come up with was to point to where her cleavage dived beneath the questionable protection of the orange gauze. 'You've spilt cherry pie on your dress.' She left before I could embarrass myself further. I leant back, trying to feign nonchalance and burnt my wrist on the candle. As she left, she was intercepted by, of all people, my mother. Embarrassing enough, but worse, in a short exchange of heated whispers they both glanced back at me. Then she was gone and my mother was telling me to stay away from her. Normally I would have left it at that, but the shame of having my mother intervene, at my age, made me go find her. I grabbed a wet cloth from a waiter as I left. She was propped against a wall behind the mansion that dominated this park, dragging hard on her cigarette. Her tear-smudged eyeshadow looked like black addition signs stamped into her eyes. As I approached, she retrieved a lipstick from her bag and applied it with a shaking hand. The lipstick was blue, like the centre of a Bunsen flame. I handed her the cloth, telling her it was for the stain on her dress. Not the stuff of Casanova, but for me it was high romance and she didn't tell me to fuck off. Instead she returned my smile and that was the first time that any woman, other than my mother, smiled with me. I didn't need a thankyou. She accepted the damp item and our hands touched as she took it. She didn't flinch away from that touch and I tried to not gaze down her dress as she dabbed it. 'It's a shame that you didn't wear red.' I said, shifting my trousers so that she wouldn't see the effect her touch was having on me. 'I suppose you'd prefer me wearing some thick tweed number like you.' 'It hides the stains.' 'Men's suits need to.' 'I don't think that the cloth is working.' I said She studied the patch, which was now bigger, and agreed with me. 'You look cold.' I said. She had goose bumps. 'I didn't think to bring a coat. I thought that the reception would be inside. Who the hell has a marquee in winter anyway?' 'I think that the bride's father runs a scout group or something.' I gave her my jacket and this time her hand clasped over mine and squeezed. 'Thankyou.' She said and I tried not to shiver in the cold. 'Hold me?' She whispered, wiping a tear from her cheek. 'I just need to feel someone close to me.' 'Me?' No woman had asked me to hold her before. I didn't know whether she was just teasing me or not. 'Why not? Looks aren't just superficial you know. Men can be attractive in other ways.' I'm still not sure if that was a compliment or not. Her arms folded around me and any worries I had about whether she was teasing me disappeared as she placed those blue lips on mine. I just managed not to flinch as I realised who I was kissing. The next thing I knew, her tongue wove past my teeth, filling my mouth with the taste of unburnt tobacco. Stiffly I reciprocated. 'Looks like you need to feel someone close as well.' She said breaking the kiss and it was then I realised that I had just pressed my hard-on into her belly. She feigned coyness, but then put her hand on my crotch and asked if I wanted to see if there was a room free in this lousy place. 'Someone might see us.' I said like a fool, pushing her hand away. I may as well have slapped her. 'People already think I'm a slut. Are you ashamed to be seen with me?' 'No, I…' 'If you're a coward then say so now. Cowardice isn't attractive and you can slink back under your rock and wait for some troll to find you if that's the case.' Without another word I let her lead me by the hand into the hotel and I almost managed not to look guilty when we pushed through a posse of wedding guests. She locked the door behind us and kissed me over long oak floorboards to a bed with blue-black covers. For a moment I felt sure that beneath those covers would be orange sheets, to match the girl's dress. But the dress was gone, it fell to the floor, revealing underwear the same blue as her lipstick. She stood there, fully available to wherever my hands were inclined to wander, but I was too afraid of making a mistake to do anything about it. 'What are those,' I asked, noticing circular welts burning beneath a thick layer of foundation on her inner forearm. She turned her arms to hide them. 'Nothing that concerns you.' She said, pushing me onto the bed. She jumped on after me, those moist lips hovering over my crotch as she pulled my trousers and boxers down around my ankles. She kissed my cock and as her lips touched me, I knew that I was about to get my first blowjob, I was sure of it. Her lips were so soft, I daren't imagine what the inside of her mouth would feel like. 'What's it to be big boy?' She said, pulling a condom out from somewhere. 'You want to feel everything or feel safe?' 'Won't the condom taste bad?' I asked, it didn't look particularly savoury. 'Everything in my life tastes bad at the moment, so don't try and push your decision onto me.' 'Put it on then.' I said, transfixed by the unhindered view down through her cleavage to that cotton-covered pleasure between her legs. 'We won't have to worry later then.' I closed my eyes, wanting no other senses to encroach on this than the feeling of her mouth engulfing me. It was my turn to groan. Too soon she let my cock fall from her mouth. 'You're a virgin aren't you.' I didn't answer and didn't need to. I was lying there like a piece of wood, too scared to do anything in case I killed the magic. She crawled up my body and kissed me, the oaky taste from the condom reminding me of illicit woodland fires from my youth. I reached up and ran my hands along her back, that seemed a safe enough action to me. It seems mad now, there she was straddled over me and I was afraid to touch her. I really was a virgin, in all senses of the word. As we kissed, I edged my hands to her shoulders, then down to her chest. She encouraged my exploration with a moan. Her breasts were so soft in my hands and I was terrified that I'd hurt her, shattering this dream, but she seemed to like it. The nipples puckered under my palms - I could actually feel her getting turned on by what I was doing, it was amazing. I pinched the hard flesh. 'That's plenty hard enough.' She panted. But there was no element of criticism in her voice, it felt natural and the words were gone in a moment. 'Why don't you carry on exploring?' She added. 'Feel how wet I am. Feel how much I want you.' 'You'll have to be gentle though.' She whispered, her cheek resting on mine. 'It's so long since I've been fucked. I slipped my finger inside myself last night and if felt sooo tight. Almost as tight as my arse.' I edged my fingers down past her knickers, into her shaven thicket, within which somewhere was hidden a wet hole, apparently. It was farther down than I had anticipated, despite my diligent research into the matter through the years. Just when I thought my arm would stretch no more, I felt damp hairs, then my fingers slipped over smooth wet skin. More groans encouraged me to slip my finger in. I wondered briefly if I should be doing some more groaning myself, but I decided against it, weaving my finger around the knobbly flesh inside her vagina, exploring its tightness and wondering what it would feel like to have those taught muscles straining against my cock, rather than my thin finger. All too soon she took my wrist and brought my fingers up to her mouth, sucking them one by one. As she did this, she sat up, her hair falling across her face as she looked down at me. 'Do you want me to finish you off with a blowjob or will you take the risk?' She asked as the last finger dripped from her mouth. 'What's the risk?' I asked. 'None.' She said, pulling the gusset aside and nestling her pubes onto the head of my cock. She sank down until her arse was resting on my thighs and it was like pushing into molten toffee. 'Provided the condom doesn't break.' She added. There was a noise from outside the door of the room and for a moment I thought we were about to get busted. 'Relax,' she said lacing her fingers and stretching up to the ceiling. She twisted her arms luxuriously. 'The door's locked, remember?' Her body was loose and alive and I envied her. I stretched out my arms too, hoping that in emulating her I might relax a bit to. The room was light and airy, the breeze from an open window billowing the curtains. This was nothing like the cramped bathroom back home. She fell forward onto all fours and for the first time I noticed that she was wearing a delicate gold cross around her neck. It swung between us, almost brushing across my skin as she fucked me. She stared into my eyes and I, not knowing what else to do, followed suite as she slid her hips up and down mine. There was a draught from an open window somewhere and it played around my cock each time she slid across my stomach, making the heat within her even more exquisite. Each stroke dragged on my cock through the condom. 'Are you sure we don't need lubrication?' 'I'm positive. Lie back and enjoy the heat, I'm just a bit dry, that's all.' I didn't quite understand, she'd felt so wet. But I didn't care, I was fucking someone. I was actually fucking a someone. Well to be more precise, she was fucking me. 'Touch me.' She gasped and I wasn't quite sure what she meant. 'Feel yourself going into me.' She whispered. I couldn't reach round, so I slid my hand between our bodies. She shifted slightly to help and my hand found the familiar shape of my cock. It wasn't slippery, in fact her juices dried on my hands between thrusts, stinging into a cut on my finger, like nettles. I began to buck my hips to meet hers, my fingers crushed around the root of my cock each time we slammed together. The sense of urgency rose and I pulled back on my foreskin beneath the condom. I wanted to feel everything. I didn't even think about whether this would break the condom. I didn't think at all, because my cock began to spasm. 'I'm coming,' I warned her, but she didn't seem to mind, she slammed down harder onto me, concentration freezing her face as she stared at me. I grabbed her hips and pushed hard into her as I came, I just wanted to feel my cock inside her, deep inside her. I wasn't crouched over a sink. I didn't have to worry about making a mess. I could just lie back in comfort and feel my cock cumming inside her heat. It was heaven. She smiled at me, actually pleased to see the pleasure on my face and she gave me time to enjoy the feeling. The breeze from the window played across my sweaty skin, but this close to her I could never be cold. It was long, long after that before I began to wonder if the condom had broken. Lonely Beth Finds a Solution Beth was the only child of a middle aged catholic couple. Brought up in the proper way Beth was raised strong in the faith, and schooled at the convent grammar in the nearby town. As bright and pretty as she was she did not have a lot of friends. Having to catch the bus to school meant that in the evening she would be isolated from her friends and an outsider to the few local children her age. After spending so many evenings alone reading, one thing she did have was a good imagination. As a late teenager Beth had discovered the secret pleasures of self abuse. Even at a girls catholic school in the 60's, naked pictures of men were often passed around. Girls would publicly giggle at the long hanging cocks but at night those images would return in their dreams and fantasies. Having been brought up in the knowledge that all sex was in some way wrong, dirty and wicked, Beth had had a horror of being found indulging her own pussy in the darkness. One picture in particular had a significant effect. It had shown a man and a woman together. The woman being naked on her hands and knees was letting this man put his stiff penis into her from behind. What puzzled her was how could she let him see her naked, never mind how he came to be putting that long thing into her. It all seem too weird and to rude to be true. The only thing that thinking about it did though was to get her panties all wet from her very aroused pussy. The girls at school had speculated about how it could come about that man could enter a woman. Some thought that maybe the priest made you do things like that after you got married. Some girls suggested that kissing made you both drunk then you didn't feel shy undressing in front of each other. So the rude thoughts had made her inquisitive about her own pussy. Why did it get so wet? Why if she touched it pleasure shot through her body? Given time she had advanced her technique and had begun to rub her pussy more and more often, and with more and more vigour. But as she had started to masturbating she knew that if had to be done as quietly as possible in the middle of the night, or in strange isolated places where there was no chance of being caught. At first she had only used her fingers to tease her sensitive nub but as her confidence grew she went on to slip more and more fingers up inside her tight hole. When this got routine Beth found it exciting to find random objects that could be substituted for the large, thick cock of an imaginary lover. In the cellar of her Grans house she had spent quite a few sessions on an old chair with her feet wide apart up on the wall, using a glass rolling pin as the shaft of a slave boy. Sweating and muscular, he was fucking her mercilessly with his black veined monster. These times would leave her exhausted, sat in a puddle of her own making. All this was years ago though, she had married at 21. Then the 2 children came along and having time and opportunity seemed to evaporate, she hadn't played with herself since she was 20. Now at 56 and her husband 2 months in the grave these thoughts had started to rear their heads once again. Her husband hadn't been the most adventurous lover but what he lacked in imagination he made up for with the size of his bulbous member. Not that long at 7 inches but he had a huge purple end. And as a slim small woman it was proportionally massive. When in full vigour, it had felt like he would reach her stomach as he thrust up her love hole. She always came. Now laid on the bed, she casually turned the pages of some of his porn mags she had found when clearing the shed. She wondered if her husband had beaten his cock in his secret place while reading them like she had to do in her youth. After her shower Beth had gone to her bedroom with a distinct plan. She had taken care to shut the curtains without leaving gaps and placed the phone off the hook. Now naked on her bed she was free to turn the pages and let the fingers of the right hand drift across her pubis. Pictures of young women with their taught pussies being stretched by gorgeous hunks was doing something for her. Porn had come a long way from the 60's. The one picture with the spent cock and dripping pussy definitely made her test just how slippery her pussy was. Yes her labia was wet, 2 fingers went easily in and she hardly noticed. She realised if she was going to fuck herself she would have to find something thick and long to do it. Looking around she spotted her hairbrush. The handle was smooth wide and long. Sliding it up and down her pussy gave her that thrill from her Gran's cellar. As she worked it up she fell back and closed her eyes. That black lover was doing his magic. She spread her legs wider to make room for her phantom youth. But it wasn't enough, Beth wanted more. On her dresser was a tall scent bottle 2 inches across, yes that was what she needed. She got it and lay down again. God she needed this! With abandon she drove it urgently home again and again. She wanted a fix now, this wasn't the time for a slow build up. Beth wanted release. Drawing her knees together she went into convulsions as her first orgasm in months ripped through her body. Slowly relaxing she lowered her knees and brought the offending bottle out of her sloppy cunt with a pop. This was good but she wanted to repeat it. Beth thought about finding someone but it was too soon after the funeral. Plus she really wasn't that unhappy about being single. What she needed was a clean casual lover who would do everything she asked of them. It came to her as clear as 150 watt bulb in a cupboard. There and then she dressed, choosing a top that made the most of her 38C bust. She hopped into the car and drove into town. Well prepared and with a plan, the only thing she had not done was put any panties on under her knee length skirt. It was late in the afternoon but she was targeting a particular shoe shop. She had been there the previous week just looking, and had being served by a very timid young man. As she entered she was delighted to see the same ungamely youth selecting items for an elderly woman. Pretending to be browsing their stock Beth waited until he became available. "Could you help me please young man?" "Yes madam of course." answered the shy attendant. 'Garth' was on his name tag. "Could you show me a selection of your black stiletto shoes size 4." Beth sat in an upholstered chair. and took in the scene. Just Garth serving and another female assistant sorting out the days till receipts with her back to the shop. It took Garth some 5 minutes to assemble half a dozen pairs. Garth returned and assumed his normal waiting on position kneeling down in front of Beth's legs. As he went through his usual patter on comfort, style etc he became aware that this lady had parted her legs a little more than he would have expected. In the corner of his eye he thought he could glimpse stocking tops under the skirt. A little flustered he tried to avoid looking that way obviously but was constantly unconsciously being drawn to look again. "These shoe with the thin straps would suits your narrow ankles madam." "Yes try them on me please." As he fumbled with the buckle Beth opened her thighs more. There was enough light that Garth had a clear view of a shaved 56 year old pussy. What's more it appeared wet. In shock he instinctively looked up and was caught by Beth's constant stare, he knew he been caught peeking. "I like the look of these Garth, did you like your look?" Garth blushed. "Take a good long look Garth." Beth encouraged. Garth froze as she leant forward and whispered "You can have a closer look if you have an hour after work to come home with me and help a lonely lady out?" Garth hadn't had much experience with women but he wasn't gay, just not confident. He had done a lot of whacking off, and his bed sheets were often such a mess but real women, no. He had felt some girls tits at a party, and then only because she was drunk. Was he brave enough, what had he to lose. None of his friends would ever find out. Garth thought about it. She was smaller than he was so he probably wouldn't be in danger, plus he could always run off. He was likely to be quicker than she was. In his mind he worked out that he couldn't refuse this polite lady. "Yes madam I finish in 10 minutes, I would like to help out." Garth manage to say in a very sheepish fashion. With that Beth closed her thighs and the sweet scent of quim juice reached Garths nostrils for the first time ever. Beth decided to buy a particularly tall pair of heels and told Garth that she would wait opposite the shop in her red Suzuki. 25 minutes later at the end of a very formal drive home Beth drew into her driveway just as darkness was decending. She unlocked the front door and went directly up stairs. "The down stairs bathroom is there Garth if you'll be so good as to wash, I'll be down in a few minutes. Make yourself at home." "Thanks mam." "Beth Garth, Beth, you can't be calling me madam or mam Garth." She corrected him. "Sorry mam, Beth." He went to the bathroom and washed his cock, it was so hard, It had been since the display in the shop. In the living room he sat in the light of the hallway. "Oh you silly boy Garth." said Beth returning and putting on some mood lights. Closing the curtains she returned and sat in an armchair opposite Garth. Her skirt was shorter with the same stockings only now she had on the tall heels. "Did you like my little show in the shop Garth? Come and kneel in front of me. I hope I didn't shock you too much Garth?" "Oh no Beth, no it was, err nice." "Only nice Garth, really your eyes were so large and you got such a large bulge in the front of your trousers. Do you want me to do that for you again Garth, this time we can talk too?" "Yes I think I would like that." With that she pulled her skirt up and parted her thighs. She watched as Garths eyes followed her every move. Using just a single finger she stroked up and down her lips until they too were parted. Then she leant backwards for him to inspect. "Can you see how you are making the juice run out of my pussy Garth. It's you watching that is doing that. Shall I carry on?" "Please Beth." "When I'm alone Garth I sometimes feel that I need a man inside me so I make do by touching myself." With that Beth found her love hole and pushed a finger up. Repeating the motion for a little while she withdrew it and then circles her clit before placing the finger in her mouth and sucking it off. "What do you do Garth when you need a woman?" Garth was in awe. The question took longer than usual to sink in. "At night Beth I get terribly randy and have to rub my cock." "Does it shoot white cum out when you do Garth? Asked Beth while she tried 2 fingers for size. "Yes lots, it can be 4 or 5 times each night. I catch it in tissues or else my bed would be soaking." "Why don't you get him out now while you are watching me, I can see him try to escape now!" With that Garth started to undo his pants and as he did Beth speeded up her rhythmic fingers a little. Soon his member was upright before him. He clutched it in his right hand while cradling his balls with his left. Garth was uncircumcised and about 6 inches. Beth wasn't bothered by this. It was his presence and compliance she wanted, not length. "Pull down on him hard Garth, I want to see how you abuse him at night. Have you had your cock in a girl Garth?" "No Beth, never." Garth was beating his cock now without any qualms. Beth reached under a cushion and pulled out the glass perfume bottle. Slowly working it in she prised open her pussy and start to fuck herself with it. While it was being guided in and out her left hand was kneading her clit. This was too much for poor Garth. "I'm going to cum Beth, ohrrr." "On this Garth, shoot it over my bottle." Garth clambered forward between Beth's legs just in time for the first stream of semen to shoot over the bottle held out in front of him. Other jets went over Beth's skirt and thighs as he continued to pump it out. The white globules caught the light on her dark skirt and sickly smell of sperm invaded the air. His viscous seed covered the bottle and Beth returned it at once up her dripping opening. Beth motioned for him to come and stand next to her in the armchair. Leaving the bottle nested deep inside her Beth took his balls in one hand whilst pulling his foreskin back for her to lick the drops off his swollen end. Carefully she lifted the salty drops off one by one as she milked them out of him. Then she suddenly took the whole cock to the back of her throat. and started to fuck him with her mouth. With this she returned to pounding her own pussy with her toy, finally tensing and spasming like Garth had never witnessed before. She stopped sucking him and seemed to melt in front of him. Garth was left standing there his eject cock ready to go again. Beth push the bottle into his face and told him to lick it. Garth was happy to do as he was told. Covered in her sweet juices it only hardened him to lick them off. Putting the bottle down Beth was still on fire. "Garth would you like to put your fingers in me? Come between my legs." "Of course. Anything for you." Garth knelt down and for the first time got so close to her pussy that he could smell both her cum juices and his. She had shaved, not totally, just her lips, leaving them exposed for his viewing. He had never seen a real pussy so he wasn't sure just what he should touch. Beth guessed this and got hold of his hand. "Here, this is my clitoris, you only ever stroke this gently, and now use your fingers between my lips, see, slip them right inside, wet and hot isn't it?" Beth took control of his hand and used it like her bottle, finger fucking herself. He look into her face and saw such ecstasy as she rode his 2 fingers. Without talking she slid the straps of her bra down and brought her large round breasts out of their hiding. Each nipple was hard and aroused. "Suck these Garth and use another finger." Garth took over the pussy duties and finding 3 fingers tighter had to work harder at fucking her. Sucking a woman tits was a dream, at 56 they were still firm and sensitive. Each time he changes teats Beth would gave another low moan. After a few minutes Beth took his head. "It's time Garth, it's time that you put your big cock in me." Beth pulled his hand slowly out of her quim and got onto all fours on the armchair. With her perky ass in the air she looked at Garth. "Not too fast Garth, lick me first." Beth had reached behind her and was pulling her ass cheeks apart. Both her pussy and anus where there for his choosing. "You want me to lick you Beth?" "Yes lick eat probe. Do as you please." Garth positioned himself with his mouth open on her pussy. His tongue found her hard bud and from her moans he knew he was doing something right. Round and round he worked his tongue while she pushed back forcing his nose in her love hole. All his senses were being taken to the max. For the first time he noticed how erotic a woman anus could be. Beth's was pulsating as his tongue lapped her clit. "Can I kiss your bottom Beth?" "Yes Garth, you can kiss it, tongue it, even put your fingers in." Garth pushed his fingers inside her wetness and started to tongue her anus. He felt her cunt oozing juice as he fucked her with his hand. The deeper he got his tongue the more she squirmed. "Now Garth, take me, fuck me. I need to cum so badly." Garth stood up and took hold of her hips before sinking his cock up. Beth took control of the pace bouncing back onto his cock, all the while franticly rubbing her own clit. God she was close but it wasn't enough. He wasn't as big as her husband. Quickly she changed her mind. "No Garth put him in my ass, funk me in my ass." With this she reached over and got the perfume bottle quickly pushed it all the way in, then proceeded to fuck herself. Garth put his cock at the entrance to her colon and pushed. This was by no means the first time she had taken a cock up her ass, and a much bigger cock at that. But Garth's was good. His fucking her ass took her over the edge and she slipped into an abyss. The orgasm took over and she gave in to it, as it subsided she became more aware of Garth, still in his final throws of thrusting into her anus. He gave a grunt and tensioned. She felt the pulsing of his cock as it delivered load after load into her rectum. After the last effort he slumped on the floor behind her. Experienced at anal sex Beth waited with her ass upwards. What Garth missed was the sight of Beth's open sphincter slowly closing on the trail of white semen leaking out from her anus. Well what a plan, How well had she executed it. She turned over and sat watching his creamed cock twitch. That had been fantastic and maybe there was another one or two left in him. Lonely Brother-in-Law "Poor Frank," was all Janet said to me one evening as I was watching TV. "Frank who?" I responded. "Come on Ron, how many Franks do we know?" I thought for a few seconds and said, "Well there's your sister's ex, and there's...a..." "Well OK then, we've established which Frank I was referring to." "OK, so why 'Poor Frank'?" "He called looking for you today and he was feeling all depressed and abandoned," Janet said. "Why?" "Well Lori is remarried and their son has moved out to go to college and he feels all alone." "What about his girlfriend?" "Pay attention, Ron, she moved out months ago." "So what am I supposed to do?" "You keep promising to stop by to visit him after work, but you never do." "I know. But the fact is that by the time I get free and get all the way up to his house it is usually after 8:00 and he is three quarters in the bag by then. "I know. It's not your fault. But I feel like we should do something for him. I feel so bad." "I could invite him over here after work. That way you could keep him company and maybe even sober until I get home." "Oh thanks. Make me the bad guy that doesn't let him drink." "I didn't say that you couldn't let him drink, you can just control how fast he does it. If you give him a beer when he gets here and you talk to him, he won't guzzle a 12 pack in an hour." The next day I called Frank and invited him over after work on Friday but he had to finish a job and couldn't' make it, so we made it for the following Friday. I forgot to tell Janet and I even forgot all about it myself. To make things even worse I had to go out of town that week and would not be getting back until late Friday night. I always call Janet before I get on the plane for my return. This time when I called her about 5:30 Friday night she said, "Oh hi Ron, guess who's here." It hit me right away, "Oh my god, Frank! I'm sorry honey I forgot all about it. I'll get there as soon as I can. Tell Frank I'll be there soon." "Ok," Janet feigned nonchalance. "And what time might that be?" I checked my ticket, "Let's see...I land at 7:00 so I should be home by 7:30 or 8:00." "Great...see you then." I knew Janet was pissed and I later found out what happened. Frank showed up just before 5. He had been home to shower and change and grab a couple beers first. When he arrived he had a beer in his hand and a cold 12-pack under his arm. He kissed Janet and said "'My Little Wauneta'. I miss you so much." They talked and Frank drank. Eventually Frank became a crying drunk. He sobbed uncontrollably. "Nobody cares. Even Ron who I love like a brother, doesn't have time for me." Janet tried to console him but he wept like a baby. Janet went over to him and he pulled her down onto his lap. "Oh Wauneta" he moaned and melted against her back and cried some more. Janet tried to free herself from his grip but it was hopeless. He had a death grip on her and he was going into this long weep about how she was the only one who cared. Janet honestly felt bad for him. He's a really nice guy and she hated seeing him so weepy. He kept hugging her and kissing her neck and back. His hands were all over her, touching her hips and stomach and her legs and her shoulders and her breasts and her face and her breasts again and her hips again and her breasts again and her breasts again. She just assumed that he was so drunk that his hands were not connected to his brain. He just kept squeezing her boobs and kissing her neck and she was getting a little turned on. Janet would pull his hands off her boobs and he would put them right back on her tits and squeeze and cry into her neck. "Janet I am so alone and lonely. You know that I have always loved my 'Little Wauneta'. I dream about you all the time and sometimes the dreams get very 'wet' if you know what I mean." By now he had pushed her blouse partly open and he was touching her lovely bare cleavage. She kept telling herself that he was drunk and not aware of his actions. She was also trying to convince herself that she was only getting turned on because it had been so long since Janet and I had fucked, weeks, and not because she had always fanaticized about fucking her brother. She was sitting on Franks lap with his hands on her almost bare tits when she began to feel his dick stirring. She moved around on his lap and soon had repositioned herself so that his rather large bulge was pressed directly against her cunt. He would make it twitch and her pussy start to get damp. Then Frank barred both of her breasts and he touched them with both hands. She didn't stop him; in fact she turned more and brought his face to her naked chest. Frank kissed and sucked her tits in a way she hadn't felt in years. She boldly put her hand on Franks bulge and was amazed to feel how big and hard it was. Now Frank took control of Janet. He pushed her down as he unzipped and unbuckled his pants. Janet watched in guilty amazement as he freed his throbbing prick. Janet looked at his beautiful dick. "Suck me Wauneta," and with a very little touch to the back of her head Frank pushed Janet's face to his crotch and she took his dick into her mouth. My wife, who wouldn't even let my nasty dick get near her face, was actually sucking her ex brother's big prick. He was moaning and telling her how wonderful she was and how good that felt. She loved this. Frank had one hand on her tits and then he pulled her around so he could get his other hand between her legs. When he touched her pussy Janet thought she would faint. He rubbed it through her panties and she had an immediate climax. Janet was afraid that he would stop now so she kept sucking his dick with more enthusiasm and she was rewarded with having Frank remove her panties. "Let me see my beautiful Wauneta," he said and stood her up. Janet boldly removed her skirt and blouse and he pushed her down onto the couch and went down on her. She felt like his tongue was everywhere. He licked all over the inside of her thighs teasing her until his mouth engulfed her cunt lips and his tongue licked inside the folds and fluttered on her throbbing clit. Now his hands were everywhere, he rubbed them all over her body until she took control and put them both on her hot tits. He pinched her nipples sending shivers directly to her clit. Then Frank licked down to her asshole and buried his tongue in there. Janet gasped in wicked pleasure as he pushed his thumb into her cunt and diddled her clit. She had another amazing climax. Janet collapsed onto the floor and Frank stood over her with his prick sticking straight out. "I need to fuck you now," he said. "I want you to," replied Janet. Frank raised one of Janet's legs up over his shoulder and pulled her pussy up to his dick. As he slid his hot prick into her sopping wet cunt, Janet moaned with joy. It felt amazingly wonderful to have the prick that she had often fantasized about actually slipping deep into her hot cunt. Frank just held her leg with his big dick way up inside her. His crotch was pressed firmly against her clit and they both were feeling amazing sexual pleasure. Suddenly Frank began thrusting in and out, slowly for several strokes and then without warning he was fucking her with the speed of light. As she climaxed again Janet screamed with pleasure and Frank grunted and shot off into her cunt. I burst into the room sure that Frank was beating her up or something. There was my wife being fucked by my ex-brother and proclaimed best friend. "What the FUCK!" I screamed. Frank jumped back and Janet jumped up and tried to cover herself. Frank started to blurt out an apology and make excuses. Janet listened for about a moment or two and then she said, "Stop it Frank." "Ron look at you, you have a hard on. That's the first time in years that I've seen you with a hard on while you were fully dressed. You like this, don't you. It turns you on to have someone else fuck your little wife, you pervert." "Well what do you think of this?" Janet lay back spread her legs and opened her cunt showing me Frank's cum oozing out of her pussy and all over her crotch and legs. "Frank and I were just taking care of each other. See what he gave me, AND he gave me THREE climaxes, Ron, that's more than you've given me in a month. And yes I liked it, hell I loved it and I want even more. So if you will stand back I'm going to suck Frank's dick until it gets hard enough for him to fuck me some more." Janet was right I loved it. I was never so turned on in my life. As I watched my lovely wife crawl over to Frank and take his limp dick into her hands and then put it in her mouth I almost shot my wad. As she played with Frank's balls and sucked his dick he got harder and harder and so did I. Frank played with my wife's pussy and she moaned that she needed his dick inside her again. Janet climbed onto Frank and sat on his hard prick. By now I had stripped and I lost control. "Go ahead and fuck her Frank!" I blurted out. And I stepped up behind her and started rubbing my dick on her ass. "Fuck her cunt good, Frank, cause I'm goanna fuck her in the ass." Janet spread her cheeks and said, "Have at it, pervert." I couldn't believe it we were both fucking Janet at the same time and she was wild with pleasure. It wasn't long before Frank said that he wanted a piece of Janet's tight ass. We switched places and my hard dick was now inside Janet's well-used cunt and Frank was shoving his dick into Janet's tight ass hole. It was great. We fucked Janet together and we ended climaxing in rapid succession. Janet finished first and she collapsed onto me and I licked and sucked her tits. Her cunt had remarkably strong spasms sucking an enormous load from my dick. I could feel Frank's dick against mine shoving in and out of Janet's ass until he began to shoot off. Finally he collapsed on top of Janet and we laid there in a heap laughing. Janet laid there wide open with our sperm leaked from her cunt and ass and she said, "Someone clean me up." Frank wasted no time going down on her cummy crotch. He was like a starving animal. First he licked out her ass then her cunt and finally he sucked on her clit until Janet had her fifth or sixth climax of the night. When he finished they kissed deeply. Finally Frank left her lying there all spread out and naked. He couldn't keep his hands off her body as he got dressed to go home. To really appreciate how spectacularly sexy that encounter was you would have to know Janet. She is beautiful and complex. She has baggage that keeps her from ever being able to relax and have fun. She takes anti-depressants that for the most part render her sexually unresponsive and I react by rarely approaching her for sex. This encounter changed all that. Janet asked me if I hated her now and I took her into my arms and told her that I always loved her but now I had a renewed lust for her and that she was the most wonderful and sexy person alive. She got so emotional that she cried through the entire blowjob that followed. Lonely Cashier The story starts out with me; a not-so-attractive cashier. I put through so many people a day I don't even recognize faces or care what they have to say anymore. It's the same thing over and over; how are you? Good? That's good. Have a nice day. Hi, how are you? Blah blah blah. I get cute guys coming through my till all the time, I don't even bother flirting with them. What's the point? I'm just an unattractive cashier. It's not that busy today and I'm just standing around, stuck on express again. This guy comes in and goes straight for the candy rack. He's shuffling around looking a little nervous. Then he comes to my till and pays for the chocolate bar and as he goes to leave, he hands me a little envelope. Weird, I thought, as another customer comes through and I don't have a chance to look at it. I shove it in my back pocket for later. On my break I pull it out and read it "wanna text me, cutie?" I laugh. Then I get serious, is he for real? No, he's just messing with me. It'll be a set up to humiliate me. But, what if it isn't? As I think about it, I wish I would have paid more attention to him. I don't even remember what he looks like. The only thing I can recall is he had a nicely trimmed short beard, and nice dress pants and shirt on. It's been a week. I can't stand it, I text the number. "Who is this?" "Who is this?" He replies. I hate it when people do that! I asked him first! "You'll never know. I bet you drop of 100's of little pre-made envelopes asking girls to text you." "No, just one. I made that for you. I was too shy to ask you in person." "Are you serious then? Why me?" "You're cute, you're always friendly, even though I know you deal with hundreds of people a day, you don't let it get you down. You're one of the most genuine people I've seen. You always smile at me." Geesh, why is he saying this? I don't even remember the guy. "I don't remember you, I'm sorry. I don't even remember what you look like." "Well, let's meet up." My heart pumps a little faster when he says that. What the hell, I think. "I wouldn't usually do something like this, but why not. When and where?" "The mall? We can walk around and talk or have coffee or lunch or anything you want." "Sounds good." I reply, heart racing. "Are you free this afternoon?" My heart races even faster, I am free. I could meet him today! "Yes." I gulp. "See you at 4 then?" He texts. "Okay." I press send. Oh my god! I'm meeting him today! Oh my oh my oh my! I'm meeting a cute guy today! I'm relieved we are meeting at the mall, this way I can make sure he's not some sort of creep in a public place. I frantically jump in the shower, get dressed, and drive to the mall. I walk into the mall and sit down on the bench and text him and tell him where I am. A tall, handsome man is walking toward me, "Melanie?" He says. "Yeah, that's me. Are you David?" "Sure am," he smiles. "let's go for a walk." As he grabs my hand and pulls me up. We walk around the mall and chat about nothing in particular, where we're from, our careers, family, etc. He's in the army and right now he's taking a break, he has to go away to another country as a peace keeper in a few months. Honestly, he's one of the most handsome men I've encountered. He's got dark brown hair, some nicely trimmed stubble and side burns, light blue eyes, nice jaw, he's tall and muscular, ooh. When the malls closing we say our goodbyes, and we are about to part, but I just can't handle leaving him yet. I invite him over to my place. "You are gorgeous, Melanie, I don't want to do anything you don't want to do, so if I start doing someone you don't like, tell me and I'll stop. I think we could be good together and I don't want to do anything to ruin it." He says, as we both sit down on the couch together. I flip on some show I don't even care about. I'm more interested in him. "Thank you." He puts his arm around my shoulders and squeezes me close. It feels so nice to have someone touch me. I wrap my arm around his waist and hug him. I can feel him breathing on my ear, oh it feels so good. The hug turns me over so our chests are pressed together. I'm not a very busty girl, I have nice little b cups. He puts his hands on my waist under my shirt and slides his hands up to my bra strap. He puts his fingers under my bra strap and moves his hands towards my breast. Ohh that feels so good. He grasps my breasts gently with his hands and plays with my nipples. He's staring into my eyes as if saying "is it okay?" I lean in and kiss him on the neck, then pull out and kiss his lips. His lips are amazing, damn can he kiss. His tongue plays with mine just enough and he softly bites my lips. This guy is amazing. Oh you can do anything you want to me. I feel my pussy pulse, aching for him. It's times like this I'm glad I'm on birth control. I'm sitting on top of him now. I can feel a bulge in his pants forming. I can just imagine how big it is. He lays me down on the couch, and takes off my shirt, he runs his hands up and down my whole abdomen, then takes off my bra, and slowly and gently kisses and licks each of my nipples. Sensations run through my whole body and I almost lose myself right then and there. He stops and looks at me and smiles. "Do you want me to stop?" "No." I smile. And pull him close so I can suck on his neck. "I've never done anything like this before but it feels so right with you." "Are you a virgin?" He looks surprised. "No," I smirk, "I mean messed around so passionately, fooled around, kissed, embraced." He cups my breasts again with his nice, big, soft hands. Then he moves them down my sides and undoes my belt and button. My pussy aches for him, I want him deep inside me so bad, but I also don't wanna look like a desperate slut. Though I haven't had sex in about year, I am desperate! I see the bulge in his pants, and undo them and let it out. Oh my! I want it sooo bad. It's beautiful, and huge! I put both my hands around it. "Does that feel better?" I ask. "Oh much better. I could almost melt when you touch me." He stares into my eyes. I can't take my focus off of that gorgeous cock, I want it in me so bad. I know it will hurt a bit, my only boyfriend had a fairly small dick. This one is way bigger. "We don't have to, you know." "I know," I say, as I stroke his cock. "I want to." He takes off my pants and plays with me, I'm soaking wet. We're both naked now. He puts his cock in between my lips and just slides it back and forth for a while, rubbing my clit. Ohhhh it feels so damn good. I could cu- cum ohhhh yes- my body shakes in convulsions. I'm sweating. My pussy is pulsing harder than ever before. That was amazing. And we haven't even started yet. I'm still convulsing. That was the best orgasm I've ever had. My pussy twitches. His dick still sliding in and out of my lips on my clit. OH YES! I grab hold of him, nails deep in his skin, my head rolls back, another wonderful orgasm. My body convulses, my pussy twitches, I close my eyes and cling to him. His dick is so warm in my pussy lips, and it's not even inside me yet. I've never had two orgasms in a row. I get another wave of convulsions, my pussy beats hard and fast and I squeeze my thighs on his dick. "Put it in now, please." I say. He positions the head in the slit of my opening, and gently pushes in. Ohh the slight sting of pain feels good, get it in already, I'm aching for it! He pushes in slowly, I feel his warm erection fill up every crease in my opening. It feels amazing. He slowly strokes back and forth 3 or 4 times, I squeeze my thighs on his cock. Oh, shouldn't have done that, my body convulses and I lose myself. I shake and shake. My pussy beats and pulses, he keeps going and the orgasm gets even better. I squeeze my legs and cling to him and rock my pelvis back and forth. Ohhhh. I'm sweating so badly. I've never felt this good. I've never felt my pussy beat that hard. He keeps going, in and out, in and out and in and out, he's staring into my eyes smiling. I lose myself again, body convulsing as he continues pounding himself in and out of me. "Baby, I'm gonna cum. You feel so damn good." He says. "Where do you want me to cum?" "On my clit, babe, take it out and put it on my clit when you start to cum." He pounds me faster and faster, I can see him start to shake and convulse, he slides out of me and pushes his dick onto my clitoris. Ohh I can feel the warm sticky cum in my lips. When his dick touches me I convulse again, my body shakes, heat waves rush over me, my pussy ACHES, and PULSES so hard! I can't move, it feels too good, I just lay there and convulse with him shaking on top of me. We are a sweaty, sticky mess. This is definitely the start of something great.