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Missie

By: Missieb



It was a cloudy cold morning and the thoughts of you were fresh in my mind. The things you do to me with you masterful knowing skill still sends me over the edge. 

I feel your hands exploring me, your mouth kissing me with the occasional light scratch and kneading of fingers. The way you touch my hair drives me insane, your kiss sends chill pulses over my entire body. And when your mouth is on my nipples I don't want to stop. You know exactly what to do to me to drive me wild. 

You drive me to explore your body by simply being near me. I look at you and I know I want you. Your body is hot and hard. I kiss your neck because it is a weakness. I kiss your mouth because it feels so good. Your tongue and lips I can't get enough of and they stir a strong desire for more of you. When we kiss it the start of a roaring fire. The desire is so strong I have to give in. Our breathing and bodies seem rhythmic and it's as if we are a perfect match in knowing what the other wants and we are just learning each other. We are both passionate and attentive.

I kiss your body slowly but deliberate. Each kiss, lick, nibble and tease has a purpose. I want you hot and hard. I want to tease you and then I want to please you. I want to give and take pleasure. You are the good guy with a slightly bad side, the man I want to and can corrupt...the man I want to have total control of sexually. I promise to only take control some of the time and only when you allow me and only in this one area of life.

I don't want you to know what I'm going to do. I want you to imagine and want. I have an image of you blind folded and if you are very bad ill bind your hands and feet to the bed. I want you to touch me but I also want you helpless. I want total control for now and I want you to give in to me. 

I kiss your chest oh I love your chest and the way it feels to my touch and against me especially when we are naked. . I look at your body and find it is simply beautiful. I kiss a little lower...I kiss your thighs. They are slender and strong. I explore and kiss more than your thighs. You have to let me kiss you there and take them in my mouth. I kiss them and I feel your body change I hear a pleasure gasp. You know what I'm going to do and you are hard by now.

I look at how hard and large you are and that is a total turn on. One long lick all of the way up to the head, again pleasure sounds but this time from both of us. Licking your head to tease I take more of you in my mouth. I touch you everywhere while my mouth is on you. My total focus is on you, and enjoying every moment. On what you like and how to make you cum. If you get close to fast I back off. I want to blow your mind. 

After a while I let you watch me. We lock eyes when I lick your head and I take you in my mouth. You play with my hair gently. I wonder how gentle you will be when I take you past the point of no return. You taste so good and your body is so sexy. I'm so turned on by you and I want you inside me that I actually ache for you. . I love being in total control of your pleasure but in my mind I know how good you feel inside me. The last time from behind was incredible and a moment I still think of. You are huge, hard and I'm wet and ready for you. I want you so badly. I cannot be disciplined because I know how good you feel inside me. The first time you were behind me when you pushed all of the way inside me we both felt the intensity. You were a perfect fit you even said so. It was as if you knew what do to do drive me wild. I almost came while you where there. When I was on top you knew when I came, you asked me if I had. I hope you felt me cum felt how good you were and what you did to me. I know you felt how wet I was. You are truly amazing lover and I love all that you do to me, with me and for me. 

Mentally you have my mind and my total attention. Physically you are like a master and know what to do to me to please me. You have my heart too but you just don't know it...I'm afraid to tell you because you are not there yet. When the time is right I will worm my way into your heart and make you mine in every aspect of life. I want you so badly and soon I will make my move. 

MissileToe Mania



Every X-Mas the MissileToe under the trees and in the stockings of families throughout the world now prompts far more smilie faces than Zoids or Yu-Gi-Oh cards.  Yes indeed, MissileToe Mania.  It’s everywhere! It’s everywhere!



Missin' You



"Did you check the mail today, sweetness?" I couldn't help smiling into the phone, "You should, sent you a little something." The grin grew broader as I listened to you trying to guess as you made your way out to the mailbox. "No hun... no it isn't... guess again baby... yes, of course it's a toaster oven," I couldn't stop myself from chuckling to save my life, "Just open it sweetness and have a good night, I gotta get going hun... yeah, I'm on next. Love you, baby." Hanging up the phone, I jogged back down the hall.

Back home, you put the letter off to the side and finished the last chores of the evening before settling down to read it in bed.....

The moment I got back from the trip we were on each other like it was our first night together all over again, ripping each other's clothes off as we made our way upstairs. I lay you down on our bed and ever so slowly I pull your panties down your legs, kissing my way along just ahead of the lace tickling your skin. Instinctively, you pull your knees together as I raise myself above you. I gently push your knees apart, kissing your left and then your right and slowly working my way down your legs as I spread them farther apart.

I kiss my way inch by inch down your leg before moving to the other, breathing lightly before I begin kissing, sucking, and licking my way down. Trading back and forth, I push my way further and further down until I am breathing heavily on your moist lips. Lightly tracing up and down your folds with the tip of my tongue until they part and let me tease circles around the tiny bud of your clit. 

Slowly at first, I use the very tip of my tongue to trace a circle around your clit while I raise my hands to cup both of your breasts and massage your nipples with my palms. Breathing heavily on your bud as I lower my lips and lay a squeeze your breasts harder, I suck your clit into my mouth gently, darting my tongue around it quickly as I pinch your nipples. 

I suck harder on your clit for a moment and then I lower my head and dart my tongue as deep into your pussy as I can, I pinch your nipples harder and pull them down towards me. Licking faster and faster, I dart my tongue in and out of you like a little cock. 

My right hand leaves your breast and slowly trails down your body, only my finger tips dragging along your skin as I raise my head, kissing my way up your belly. Running my fingers up and down your wet slit with my soft fingertips as I kiss my way up to your breasts and take a nipple in my mouth. Sucking and flicking the tip lightly as I rub circles around your clit with my middle finger. I pause for a moment, cradling your nipple in my teeth as I grip your whole pussy in my hand before sliding my middle finger up and down between your lips. Slowly pushing it inside you as I bite a little harder on your nipple and raise my head higher before letting go.

I kiss my way up your chest and nuzzle, suck, and kiss your neck on my way to your ear, sliding my finger deeper into you as I blow a light breeze on your ear lobe. Sucking it into my mouth as I press my body against you, grinding my hand harder against your wetness.

Kissing my way around your cheek, our lips meet and our tongues dance together as I slide another finger into your cunt. Slamming them harder and faster into you as our kiss grows hotter. 

I can't wait any longer and slide my hands up your body as I move myself between your legs. Resting on my elbows and cupping your tits as I lower myself over you, kissing your lips as I push the head of my cock into you and holding the kiss, I slowly move in an out of you, pushing deeper inch by inch, thrust by thrust. 

Leaning back onto my knees, I slide my hands to your hips and pull you into me as I begin to thrust harder. Lifting you a few inches off the bed, I hold you suspended in mid-air while I slam into your pussy. I lean forward and wrap one forearm under the small of your back and hook my other arm around your shoulders. Then lifting you into the air and taking a nipple in my mouth while I hold you up, I thrust up into you and pull you down at the same time.

I wait until you wrap your legs and arms around me and then move both of my hands down to firmly squeeze your ass while I lift you higher each time I thrust into you. Slowly inching my way to the edge of the bed, I stand and keep you held against me as I lift your ass away and cradle you their before I start pounding back into your wet pussy.

I let my arms swing with your weight balanced between them while I drive into you for a minute and then I wrap both arms around the small of your back and bend forward. You lean back and put your palms on the floor as if doing a handstand and I straighten part of the way back up, still inside you with your legs wrapped around me. 

Cradling your weight again, I slam as hard and fast into you as I can while blood is running to your head. I feel you begin to tighten hard around me and I lift you back into the air and swing you over the bed. Dropping you onto it, I quickly drive back into you as deep as I can while you're still cumming. 

I lean forward and kiss you long and hard while I slide much more slowly in and out of your still quivering cunt. I squeeze and kiss your breasts, sucking and pinching your nipples each in turn as I start to move in and out of you faster once more.

I kiss you again before we start to fuck too fast to keep our lips together and I pound into you as deep as I can for a few moments while we hold our heads cheek to cheek, moaning into each other's ears. I lift your legs over my head and slide one hand down your legs to hold both of your ankles with one hand. Driving into you, I use my free hand to tease your nipples and clit one after each other. 

I concentrate on your clit, tracing circles around it with my thumb in pace with my thrusts, faster and harder as I go. I press into you as deeply as I can and gently roll you onto your side, sliding slowly two or three times before pushing back into you fully. I roll you a little more so that you are on your stomach and I throw a leg over yours smoothly so my cock stays buried deep in you the entire time. 

I lean forward as I start to slowly stroke in and out of your cunt and my weight comes down on your back. I slide my hands along your sides and underneath you to cup your tits as I kiss my way around the back of your neck and up to your ear lobes. Whispering how tight your sweet little pussy is and how good it feels to fuck it as I start to move faster behind you. 

I trace my fingertips up the back of your arms and entwine my fingers with yours, pressing down with my palms and pinning your hands to the bed. I start moving in and out of you slower, harder and deeper, but taking a pause between each stroke. Slamming against your ass with each thrust while I have you pinned beneath me.

I lean back and grab your wrists bringing them behind you, pressing them into the small of your back, I wrap one hand around both of your wrists and use my other hand to grip your shoulder and pull you slightly up and back. Slamming into you as hard as I can, you scoot inch by inch across the bed with each thrust. Holding your hands tight, I keep ramming my cock into you until I feel you start to heat up even more and squeeze me deeper into you. 

I let go of your wrists and lean back down to gently kiss my way up and down the side of your neck once more and wrap my arms around your body. Slowly moving my throbbing cock in and out of your soaking wet slit. I kiss my way around your cheek and tease your lips with the tip of my tongue until you turn your head. 

Kissing you slowly and softly, I push deeper and deeper inside, but never speeding up. Throbbing solidly as I groan into your lips, I pull out of you for the first time and start to lower myself back onto you as my knees give way. Shooting my cum all over your back and the top of your ass as I collapse back on top of you, a shudder finally breaking our kiss. 

My arms still wrapped around you, I squeeze you against me tightly and roll both of us onto our sides. Loosening my grip as we snuggle closer together, I nibble one last time at your ear lobe before passing out with my arms still wrapped tightly around you, whispering how much I can't wait wake you up for another round before breakfast.



Missing



Author's note; First I want to apologize for the length of time it has taken since "Merry Little Christmas" was published until now. I completed this about mid January. I sent it to my editor who never got back to me.Shortly thereafter, I got fed up with my girlfriend and we parted ways. Also some of my stuff parted ways.....like my PC. Luckily I was able to keep tabs on the non return from my editor via my Android.

Frustrated, I sought out a new editor. I found one who was honest enough to tell me up front that I was looking at a three week lead time. Thank you 76waystokiss for honesty and trying to help....even though I am an author, I'm not making this up. I figured that since I could read, write, and send e-mail from my droid, all I needed to do was forward my story file from my sent folder to 76wtk. Right? Fuck no. After waiting three and a half weeks, I got pissed and was about to send scathing words 76's way. My voice of reason asked that I re-check the sent email. Low and behold, I saw I sent words of introduction to 76, but.the file failed to attach. Silly fuckin me! So now, with help from the love of my life I give you an un-edited "Missing."

To clear up a misconception, this is not a continuation of "Merry Little Christmas." Marty appears in this tale but not as a main character. His tale gets wrapped up here though.

Before folk blast me about inaccuracies concerning the locations in this story, let me say I have only been to one of the cities and used literary license to make the others work in my tale.

*

Missing

My name is George Starsky and just over six weeks ago I was handed a death sentence. No, you're not going to hear about my last meal consisting of rare baby seal pate, forty seven White Castle Sliders and salad dressed in the pussy juice of a virgin. I don't know what my last meal will be or when it will be. Truth is it will likely be bland and shitty, as I seem to have problems holding solid food down.

Every last one of us begins dying as the sperm cell meets our mother's egg. Some of us just do it sooner. I don't know the exact moment, because if I did I'd pick an amusing place to die. Unfortunately I don't know exactly when, but I know my time is soon. I have known long enough to have made peace with it. As a matter of fact I welcome death. Maybe I'll get some of those pesky fucking questions answered, like, "Why do I never get the hot teller at the bank?", or Why do the birds shit more when I have washed my car?" or "Why are hemorrhoids called hemorrhoids and asteroids called asteroids? Shouldn't that be the other way around?" Most of all I want to know why it is that when I am running late the slowest assholes in town are in front of me on the roads.

So what, you might ask, is a guy so close to death doing on a boat in the Gulf of Mexico just south of Pensacola Florida? Keeping a friend alive. My friend Martin Fischer is an under water welder. I am in charge of monitoring his breathing air supply while he dives to weld repair patches on a boat. I have only known Marty for three weeks, but we became fast friends since we have things in common. We both love to dive, even though I can't anymore and have sold my gear because of my illness, and we were both married to faithless cunts who stomped on our hearts after ripping them out of our chests Terminator style.

I see by the welding gauges that he isn't welding any more. I start taking in the slack from all of the various lines running to him. Finally he breaches the surface and I help him board the boat. We secure the gear and then have a beer and a sandwich.

As we are eating, he tells me his tell of woe. He tells me about his ex wife; Josie, and how she had started sleeping with a guy she went to college with. She chose to go with the guy instead of Marty on several occasions, always lying to Marty about where she was going or lying to make Marty not go. On his final night in Santa Fe, she went to her company's Christmas party with the dick. When she left Marty packed his shit and left.

"I used a disposable cell phone to contact my attorney after I left. I had thrown my cell over the first bridge I crossed that had water under it. He told me that on the evening that I left, the boyfriend was killed by a drive by shooter. No one saw the shooter and all efforts to locate the car were fruitless. I sat down with cops in Tennessee to answer questions from the New Mexico police. When they asked me where I was at the time he was shot, I told them I was half way across Texas. I drove all night, so I really didn't have an alibi, but I had several gas receipts from my credit cards form locations far away from Santa Fe, including one five minutes before he was shot for gas in Dalhart Texas."

. He had told me bits about this before today. He knew most of my story as well. As a matter of fact he's one of few that know I am doomed. He took a pull from his beer and sighed. "I heard that when Josie got home and saw my note and evidence of her whoring on the table, she lost it. My brother said an EMT pal of his had to sedate her.

For the months following my exit from Santa Fe, my ex tried to track me down. My attorney told me that she had hired a PI to find me. How she afforded a PI I don't know; her boss was so pissed that she had used his business as a cover to cheat that he fired her. He couldn't have it on his conscience I guess. I even quit contacting members of my family for a while because she was getting them to try to talk me back there. I left her everything, and only took a few things with me."

He looked off into the distance and took a deep breath. "I thought she and I were forever. Now she seems to think we still can be, but when I gave her the chance, she chose him. I just hope she never finds out I am down here. I like it here and don't want to leave. I still get questions about the shooting every now and again. I drop hints to those that I still speak to back there, that I might be Canadian now." We laughed at that. "Fuck her! I don't have time in my life for an unfaithful cunt who won't choose her own husband over some random swinging dick." I know exactly what he meant.

Finally I had to ask. "Did you shoot him?"

"The truth? George I'm not sure you really want to know. I will tell you that if it wasn't for a few brothers' help, I wouldn't have an almost airtight alibi. I had a couple dudes riding this way with my credit card to buy gas along the way so I would have time stamped receipts. But the kicker is that if I did theoretically shoot him, it wasn't because of her.

My uncle was an early member of the Sons of Silence. I still have his 1% patch. I don't know if the whore knew it or not, but when they were at Stanford her slime ball boy toy got caught peddling horse at school. When he was arrested he turned state's evidence. He implicated several Sons and one whole chapter went to prison. My uncle died in prison because of that smarmy cock sucker.

Maybe when my brothers found out who my ex was banging, I was given an opportunity to endear myself to them and gain their gratitude for life. Maybe that's what happened is all I'm sayin'."

He looked at me as if he wanted to reassure me, "I regret not handling her differently. I should have tossed her whore ass out as soon as I had evidence. Some guys might think I'm a pussy, but I wanted to make it work with her. That is until she chose him over me at important times." We finished our sandwiches and stowed the diving gear and turned for port. Even though he didn't really confess to me, I added two and two and came up with one dead jerk off. I didn't think any less of Marty. I know there are a couple of people out there that I would love to whack. My own mother among them.

Forty five minutes later we are pulling into his slip at the marina. We secure the boat and walk up the pier. He waves at Tiffany. He is close to my age I think; she is no where near either of our ages. He says she's 23, but if I was a bartender I'd doubt her ID if it said she was 21. She looks 18 and has the perkiest set of tits this side of the equator.

She is obviously very pregnant. I am glad because Marty has told me many times of his ex's miscarriage and the hell that put him through. At least he'll know a joy that I never will. My legacy dies with me.

The closer we get to her the more stunning she appears. Hell, I'd kill for twenty minutes with her. I could never do that to Marty so I am friendly with out being too friendly with her. Besides, I don't trust any female farther than I could throw her.

We say our good byes and they get in his new ZR1 Corvette. I climb into my trusty Chevy Tahoe and head for my apartment. As I drive I think back over the years. One cunt in particular has caused me more heartache and stress than I would wish on Hitler.

My tale actually starts 22 years ago at the ripe old age of 7. I lived with my mom and dad in Jacksonville. My dad was a cop and my mother was a stay at home mom at that time. My mom's best friend from high school Tammy moved in up the street from us that year. Tammy Lloyd had a daughter Linda. With Tammy and my mom being close friends I saw Linda just about every day, and soon we were inseparable.

When I was 10 years old, my mom hot a job at the bank. Tammy would watch me after school, which was fine because Linda was my best friend. We did everything together. We would go for hours long walks around the neighborhood everyday. Even at the age of 10, I couldn't picture my life without Linda.

When we were both 12, a new family moved onto our block. They had a son who was our age. So before long Linda and I had an inseparable third. Randy Meisner was a tall athletic boy where I seemed to be stockier and more able to figure things out. At first Linda wasn't too keen on our new neighbor. She thought he was too much of a jock, and didn't think he'd find most of what we did fun.

It didn't take long before all three of us were together all of the time. Whether we were swimming, reading or just walking around town we were together. Linda still seemed to favor my company; she'd often sneak over to my house after Randy's mom called him in at night.

Randy was a month older than Linda and three months older than I, so he was the first to get a driver's license. Once he had that little piece of freedom we rarely walked anywhere.

Shortly after Linda got her driver's license, Randy began dating Vicki Peterson. Mostly Linda and I would cruise around, never parking out where lovers seemed to go, but we were still often linked in people's talk.

I did once ask Linda to go with me to Homecoming. I was just 16 and had my first car. It was a 68 Camaro RS/SS that my uncle had owned for years but couldn't take with him to Alaska. Shortly after I asked Linda to the dance, she called me to come to her house. When I got there and Randy was there. Randy didn't have a date for the dance because Vicki had to leave town that weekend for a wedding so Linda didn't feel right going with me. We decided for all three of us to go and share the evening. I was pissed that instead of going and finding another date, Randy had whined until Linda changed our plan.

Linda had agreed with both Randy and myself that there would never be any romance between any of us so that our friendships would never suffer. Of course they didn't know this but I was suffering. From about the time I had my first wet dream, I realized that I was in love with Linda. I couldn't tell anyone, which made it worse for me.

On February 13th of the year that I would turn 17, my father was called to a robbery at a mom and pop jewelers downtown. He was shot four times for his efforts and died that evening. My world was thrown into a tailspin, and even the fact that my friends were there for me didn't help. Aside from the pain I felt in missing my father, all I could think about was how much I loved Linda and could do nothing about it.

Randy took me out one March night and we got shit faced. His older brother had bought us a couple of cases of Bud Light and we finished it all in one night. During my drunken stupor, between bouts of crying over my father, and swearing revenge on the bastards that hot him, I professed to him my love for Linda.

As we talked we figured out that since he was taking Vicki to the prom, I should ask Linda. We had just over two weeks, but I figured I could get things lined up in time.

When I got to school that Monday the first thing I saw was Vicki Peterson walking out of the building pissed off at the world. She shot eye daggers at me when I said "Hi" to her.

As I got inside, Jerry Whitehorse pulled me aside and told me what was going on. It seemed that Vicki had walked into homeroom and caught Randy making out with Joan Black. Joan had been dating Tommy Perry but they'd been on the outs for a couple of weeks.

Randy was kind of fucked up about his fight with Vicki, but I figured he'd ask Joan to the prom now. I forgot all about asking Linda until after lunch. As I was walking to my last period class, I saw Linda and Randy talking by her locker. They both saw me coming and headed for their classes. I thought maybe Randy had been priming her for me.

That day after school, Linda called and asked if I could come and talk to her. She acted kind of funny but I said I could. When I got to her house she came out to meet me.

"You knew that Randy and Vicki broke up didn't you?" she asked.

"Yeah, she caught him and Joan macking on each other in homeroom."

"Yeah, but then it turned out that Joan was just making Tommy jealous. So they got back together and Randy was left out in the cold for prom. He told me that you and he had discussed it at lunch, and that you were totally cool with him asking me. So he did, and I said yes. We are looking for..."

I didn't hear another word she said. I felt like I had been punched in the gut by Mike Tyson with an iron glove. I don't remember crossing the street back to my house, nor do I remember getting in my Camaro. I don't even know how I ended up twenty miles out of town sitting on a little finger of dirt at the edge of a lake. The sun had gone down and I had no memory of getting there. I realized it was where that traitorous cock monger Randy had brought me that night the week before to get drunk.

I thought over what recourse I might have. He was larger and stronger, so kicking his ass was out of the question. Plus I am a peaceful man at heart, so evil intent was not in me. I decided that I was definitely not talking to either one of them again for as long as I was drawing breath. They could both fall off a cliff as far as I was concerned.

I asked my self, "Why are you mad at Linda? She didn't know you were planning on asking her." But as I followed that train of thought, I remembered that it was her idea to not have any romance between any of the three of us, because of Randy's fucking whining. I guess that rule went out the window for poor heart broken Randy. Well fuck him, fuck her and fuck everybody.

It was past midnight when I arrived home. I could see Linda's bedroom light was on, as was Randy's. I hurried into my house before either one of the fuckers could come out and call out to me. I went straight up to my bedroom and undressed without turning on the light. Five minutes later my mom opened my door and came in.

"Randy has been trying to find you all evening. So has Linda."

"Fuck those two!"

"George! What have I told you about that language?"

"Sorry ma, but those two back stabbing fucks can go choke on each other as far as I'm concerned. They're dead to me."

"Now I know I have told you over and over that I wouldn't get involved in your troubles unless you wanted me to, but you three, especially you and Linda have been friends far too long to fall out over something trivial."

"Trivial? I planned on asking her to prom, and since he couldn't keep his dick in his pants, he had to stab me in the back and ask Linda. So no, there will be no getting past this. If I have to move to Alaska with Uncle Cyrus to avoid those pukes I will."

"Now Georgie," she knew I fucking hated it when she called me Georgie, "You can't go around avoiding those two. Sooner or later, you'll have to be the bigger man and forgive."

"Not bloody likely. He's lucky that I aint a fighting man. He'd be a blood smear on a sidewalk somewhere."

"Now go to sleep dear. I'm sure it'll all be better in the morning."

I awoke to a ringing phone Tuesday morning. As my mom was answering it I was getting in the shower. She came into the bath with the phone in her hand.

"Linda's on the phone for you babe."

'Fuck her!" I yelled as I turned on the shower.

"He'll have to call you back dear." She said as she hung up. "She might have heard you son. You need to be more polite to your friends."

"I hope she did hear me. You want to be polite to shit like her? Feel free. I'm going to try for a turd free lifestyle."

Mom muttered something as she left the bathroom. I silently reminded myself to start locking the damn door. I could hear the phone ringing again as I finished drying off and was getting dressed. I locked the door as soon as I heard my mom answer it. A moment later, she was at the door. "Randy wants to know if you want to ride with him to school today."

"Not if I had two broken legs and arms."

As soon as I was dressed I went to the kitchen and grabbed some toast. Mom was getting ready to cook breakfast. "I'm out of here mom. I wanna get an early start."

"Don't you want breakfast?"

"Nope. I aint hungry anyway, and I want to be gone before those assholes can try to pen me in here."

"Aren't you being a bit melodramatic son? You act like there's a conspiracy to make you see them."

"Conspiracy or no conspiracy, I plan on avoiding those two like the plague. See you tonight mom."

I went out and got in my car. As I started it I saw Linda's curtains move. I quickly backed out of my driveway and sped off down the street leaving two long black streaks that I'd get bitched at for later.

When I got to school I parked in the south parking lot, the parking lot furthest away from their last class. We'd always parked in the east lot since it was nearest to the front door and most convenient when school let out.

I was glad that my locker wasn't near theirs. I wouldn't have to work too hard to avoid them all day. I only had home room and one other class with Randy, and I only had three classes before lunch with Linda.

I got to homeroom twenty minutes before the bell rang and found a seat near Chris Nicholson. Randy hated Chris with a passion and Chris didn't have two good words to say about Randy. Chris was the long haired, head banging pot smoking sort. So naturally everybody's all American Randy didn't like him On the other hand Chris and I had several classes together and we got along just fine. In truth, I had more in common with Chris than I did with Randy.

Chris and I were sitting there discussing the new bands that were coming out, he turned me on to an album I wasn't aware of, when Randy walked in to class. He looked at my usual seat and then looked around the room. His gaze faltered when he saw me. He almost started towards me and then seemed to rethink. Chris made a comment about the possibility of Randy and his buddies being closet queers, I laughed and silently wished that were the case.

At the end of homeroom period, Randy waited in the hall for me. I walked out with Chris and we bullshitted all the way to our lockers. I knew Randy was walking just behind us, waiting for Chris to break off and go his own way. I got my books for second period and headed that way with Chris. We stopped at Chris' locker and he got his books. We shot the shit for another minute or two, meanwhile Randy, in danger of being late for P.E. had to quit tailing me and head his own way.




Missing



Linda was sitting in her usual spot when I got to second period. I looked around the room and found an empty seat near the back. Linda looked around and was about to move closer when Mr. Ashby came in and admonished her to sit.

Luckily for me, Linda's locker was no where near mine, so she didn't have the luxury of tailing me. All morning I was able to avoid being near her. At lunch I left campus and smoked some weed with Chris.

When I got back from lunch, Linda was waiting for me by my locker. I walked up like she wasn't even there and got my books. "Come on George, you can't keep me out in the cold all day. I'm sorry I said yes. But Ran.." I cut her off at that point.

"I really don't give a shit what you have to say. He knows how I feel about you and he stabbed me in the back. You didn't think twice, you just went along with it. When that whiny cunt didn't have a date for Homecoming, you dropped our plans to make room for him. Fuck both of you. I hope you have a wonderful time at prom, but I don't want to know you any more. Now please go find your boyfriend and leave me the fuck alone."

I thought I saw tears in her eyes as I walked away, but I didn't care. If I never heard from her again it would be too soon. Randy must have talked to her before our sixth period class because he didn't look my way once. I saw them together in the hall before my last period class, he seemed to be trying to hold her hand, but she shook him off when she saw me. He threw a glare my way but I ignored him.

The rest of the week went pretty much the same. I avoided any contact with them and I felt just fine about it. They even quit calling my house. Mom got kind of moody on me, but she could stew too for all I cared.

Saturday morning I was outside washing my car. I had seen Linda out front of her house from time to time out of the corner of my eye, but I never looked straight over there or acknowledged her at all. The way I had my car in my driveway made it impossible to see Randy's house.

Around noon, I saw Tammy and Linda heading towards my house. I pretended not to see them and went into the garage and slipped out the door into the back yard. I could hear them inside talking to my mom. I couldn't tell what was being said, nor did I care. I went back into the garage and finished waxing my car. I was trying to finish quickly so that I could just split.

As I was putting my waxing stuff away, mom came into the garage and asked me to please come inside. I told her that I really didn't care to hear what they had to say, at which point she sighed exasperatedly.

"Georgie, I know you're hurt. I know you're not fully over dad's death. Linda and Tammy both care a lot for you and we have a proposition we'd like you to hear. Please come in and hear it out."

I reluctantly followed mom inside. Tammy and Linda were sitting on the loveseat. Linda smiled up at me when I walked in, but I barely looked her way. My mom sat in her chair and I sat on the chair closest to the door.

"OK Linda. He'll hear you out." Mom said.

She seemed to be gathering her thoughts, and she looked at the floor. Tammy gave her knee a reassuring squeeze and then looked at me as Linda started.

"Randy admitted to me that you didn't give your blessing to our prom date. He told me this yesterday as we were picking out our colors for my dress and his tux. Since he rented a Corvette for prom night, we'd like for you to rent a tux, with lavender in the color scheme, and follow us to prom. We could be a three person date like at Homecoming."

All three looked at me expectantly. Feigning interest I asked, "It took a whole week to come up with this plan?" She nodded. "Randy admitted he lied, and your idea was for me to be a third wheel at prom?" Then she looked at me with tears in her eyes.

"Yeah, but I had already told him yes. I didn't want to hurt him by breaking our date off."

"You had no fucking qualms about breaking our date off when he didn't have a date for Homecoming. You had told me yes weeks before he whined. So here's my thought for prom. You and he can go fuck yourselves, and you can forget you even knew me. This is the most insulting line of bullshit anyone has ever tried to feed me." They all looked at me with stunned expressions on their faces.

"But we just thought.."

"Think again bitch! You want him, you got him. I am out of the equation. The only question remaining for me to have answered is; are you assholes going to forget I exist or do I have to move to Alaska with my uncle for the future? And to think that I thought I was head over heels in love with you Linda. Stupid fuckin me!" She looked stunned at my revelation.

I got up and walked out of the house. I saw Randy walking up the sidewalk towards my house as I got in my car. I backed out of the driveway and sped off up the street.

Prom came and went. I didn't go. To be constantly reminded of being thrown over for that asshole was just too much to bear. So I spent prom night getting stoned with Chris and his buddies.

One morning in homeroom Chris and I were sitting there deciding who to buy our next bags from when Randy walked into the classroom. A few of the girls started laughing and I saw Randy turn red. I tapped the girl in front of me on the shoulder and asked her what the humor was.

"Well I heard that Randy guy and one of them poetry girls went to prom. Well one thing lead to another and they ended up out in the toolies somewhere doing the nasty." I cringed at the thought of that asshole defiling Linda.

"Well he was bragging about it to some of the guys and she found out. So she told a few folks that God's gift to women over there is hung like a field mouse." If I hadn't been bothered by them fucking, I would have laughed. I knew Randy was hung up on his cock size, I just never knew why.

I spent a lot of time smoking weed with Chris and before I knew it, my college acceptance letters had arrived. When we were all friends, Randy, Linda and I had all put in for the same schools. We stuck to schools Randy might get athletic scholarships to. We all three applied to all of the Florida schools and Georgia and Georgia Tech. LSU had never expressed any interest in Randy so we didn't apply there.

Due to a misunderstanding, I had applied to Auburn and Alabama as well. I had thought that both schools had offered Randy scholarships, when they had never even looked at him. My test scores and 3.8 GPA earned me acceptance letters to every school I applied to. As an unintentional added revenge bonus, since I was no longer aiding him with his studies, Randy didn't meet academic requirements to accept any of either of the scholarships he'd been offered. Northern Louisiana and South Florida were the only ones who offered him anything.

I enrolled at Auburn and opted to begin with classes that started just two weeks after graduation. I heard through the grapevine, that Linda enrolled at a community college in town while Randy opted for the Marine Corps. Both were a long way from Auburn.

I worked my ass off that first summer. I had a part time job as well as a fairly full class load. When school started in the fall I took on another task. I became a statistician and information associate for the football team. This kept my Saturdays pretty full plus I got to travel a bit and see some other places.

During that first year I got to the point where I was only calling my mom every couple of weeks. She was always asking things about my personal life. I figured she was feeding info to Linda and Randy, so I padded my stats a bit, so to speak. I told her I was always busy; not a lie by any stretch of the imagination, but I alluded to my dating countless women. Why else would every Saturday be so busy for me?

The next summer, I worked more hours at my job; I worked for an auto dealer doing detailing. In order to do that I cut my summer class load back. There was one girl who seemed to be vying for my attention as well. Never having dealt with someone chasing me, I wasn't sure how to play the game.

Jenny Fields was always asking me to help her with one thing or another from class. I got the feeling that she really knew the material, but was trying to get closer to me. Shortly before school started up that fall, I found Jenny waiting for me by my car in the parking lot.

"Why don't you like me George?"

I was dumbfounded. I had no idea how to answer that. "Who says I don't like you Jenny? I know I have never said anything to that effect."

"You don't have to say it. I have been practically throwing myself at you all summer and you have never even asked me out for coffee or anything."

"I'm sorry I gave you that impression. It's just, well; I really don't have that much experience playing the dating game."

"So you already have a girlfriend?"

"No I don't have a girlfriend."

"So you're gay?"

"Oh hell no I aint gay! It's just my best friend in high school was a girl. I never really dated anyone because they all thought I was dating her."

"Where is this friend now?"

"Who knows? Who cares? I could care less."

"Wow! I take it she burned you somehow."

I could feel my face turning red. "Who says she burned me?"

"It's written on your face George. Your mouth said 'Who Cares,' but you looked lost saying it. Look, why don't you and I go over to Sherman's and get some lunch. My treat. You can tell me all about it."

"I don't think so."

"What? You won't have lunch with me?"

"No, I'll have lunch with you Jenny; I just won't let you pay."

That lunch date turned into my first relationship. Lunch somehow ran into dinner, and then later I lost my virginity.

Jenny and I became fairly serious over the next few months. I really can't recall a study session where we wore clothes. By the end of October I had moved into her apartment. Her former room mate had taken a job in Montgomery and had quit school. Jenny also had a part time job in Montgomery but she never talked about it much. She worked every Friday night and Saturday night. It worked out fine for me since most Fridays and Saturdays I was doing my job with the football team and spent those nights at the team hotel.

At Christmas Jenny flew home to Oregon while I stayed in Auburn and worked. I called my mom on Christmas day. She hadn't been very happy when she learned that I was living with Jenny. She was dead set against her from the start. "So are you spending Christmas with that little floozy?"

I heard sounds from the background, and guessed that mom had guests. I didn't have to guess as to who they were. "No, she flew home to Eugene and I stayed to get extra hours at my job."

"Did I tell you that Randy has been sent to Iraq?"

"Nope. Didn't care either."

"Come on now George. Isn't it past time that you quit holding your silly little grudge against..." that was the last I heard as I hung up. I'd try again on New Year's Eve. I would have thought that by that point, she'd realize that bringing either of those names into our conversations caused my phone to go dead. On New Year's Eve she actually had the audacity to put Linda on the phone.

"George? I'm so.." Damn lousy phone connections. For some reason I just never heard my phone ringing the rest of the night. Of course Jenny was pissed off later that I hadn't answered her call, but when I told her what mom had pulled she forgave me.

In late April a couple of guys I knew asked me to go with them to Montgomery to visit some strip clubs. Jenny as usual was at work so I didn't see the harm. I had told her we were going and she'd told me to have a good time.

We got there in the early afternoon and had gone to a couple of clubs. Most of the really hot dancers would be on in the late evening so we drove around killing time.

We passed an adult bookstore that advertized hot nude dancers and a live sex act. Out of morbid curiosity we went in and inquired about the live sex act. We were shown to an area at the back of the store. It was a hall way with doors on either side. On one side the doors opened into arcade style video booths. You put quarters in a machine and got to watch five minutes of a porno. What got to me was the fact that there was cum stains in the booths. How does anyone get aroused enough to jerk off and cum in five minutes?

The other side opened into rooms with shuttered windows. In these rooms you could get a minute long peek for $1.00 in quarters. Of course you might see nipple or a flash of bush but not much more. If you liked what you saw during that fateful sixty seconds, you could put twenty dollars in another slot and the girl would open the shutter and give you a ten minute nude show.

At the end of the hall were four doors. The two center doors opened to rooms with room for up to five people. The other two opened to rooms just big enough for two. For $100 in the larger rooms or $50 in the smaller rooms you got to watch a thirty minute sex act. On the hour you could see Dave and Christine, the picture showed a smiling guy with dark brown hair and an aging red head. Supposedly every third show she took it in the ass. We all thought she looked fat and dumpy from her picture so we waited for the show that started at half past.

Mr. Mandingo and his ladies looked to be more entertaining to the guys I was with. I was more interested in seeing some strippers later and then fucking the shit out of Jenny when I got home. Mr. Mandingo's picture showed a tall bald smiling black guy with three gold teeth. In the picture, he was plugging some Creole chick from behind while a brunette with DDD tits licked his balls.

When the two people came out of one of the far rooms from watching Dave and Christine, I heard one tell his buddy, "She looked like she could suck a mean cock, but her asshole was all worn out." My buddy Charley said "I wonder if Christine has been with Mr. Mandingo?"

We went into one of the larger rooms and put our money in the slot. A minute later, the shutter went up and we saw Mr. Mandingo. For the first few minute all he did was swing his cock in a circle and rub on it. We were contemplating leaving and asking for our money back, when a skanky looking blonde sauntered onto the stage. She looked like she was maybe fifty years old.

She came closer to the glass and we realized she wasn't that old. Maybe in her thirties, but she'd obviously had a hard life. Her thighs were moonscapes, and her belly hung over a sparsely shaved mound. Her tits sagged like DD's but they might have been a C. She wore far too much make up to be sexy.

She spread her ass for us and showed an asshole that may haunt me until the day I die. If the guy in the hall thought Christine had a worn ass, he should see this cunt's tube. She went straight to her knees and started sucking Mandingo's flaccid cock. As Mandingo pumped his cock into her face, she was making these shuddering moans that sounded like a motor boat was cumming. Her lipstick was leaving these bright red streaks all along his cock, making it look like a chocolate candy cane.

"I wonder if she is big enough to be considered two ladies." Said Charley

"Why did you ask that?" said Chet.

"Well the poster said Mandingo and his ladies. Plural."

"Shit, this skank barely counts as one." said Marvin.

We all laughed, but my laughter was short lived. The woman stopped sucking Mandingo's cock and spun around and put her ass towards him. We could see her cunt and asshole even as he moved in behind her. Then the second lady came out.

"OK, now we're talking ladies. Hot little brunette coming his way." said Glenn.

The little brunette came out and stroked Mandingo's cock to full hardness and then sucked on him. I couldn't see her too well from my vantage point, but I thought that those thighs I could see looked familiar. She then stood and grabbed his cock to guide it into the older woman's ass. I saw her face and wanted to vomit.

There, in all her naked glory, with the fresh hickey on her left breast that I had put there Wednesday night was Jenny. She guided his cock into the frumpy woman's worn out ass and started licking her way around to Mandingo's ass.

The other guys started applauding and cat calling and I slipped out of the room. I went out front and vomited into some bushes. At least none of the other guys knew Jenny, so I wouldn't have to put up with that embarrassment.

When the guys came out fifteen minutes later, they told me how Mandingo pulled his cock from the old lady's ass and plopped it right into the brunette's mouth. We then headed for the strip joint.

When I got back to Auburn at three in the morning, Jenny was not at our apartment yet. It didn't take me long to pack my clothes and books and load my car. Just as I was about to leave, the phone rang. The answering machine picked up and I heard Jenny's voice. She sounded out of breath.

"Hey baby. You must be in bed already. I'm staying here tonight but I'll be home bright and early. No jacking off baby all of that sweet cum is mine!"

I stood there staring at the answering machine. How could she do this to me? How long had she been doing this too me? I wanted to vomit thinking about all of the times I had kissed her. How many times had she cleaned shit streaks off Mandingo's cock and then cam home and kissed me? I definitely would not need to buy a diet book. All I need to do is put that image in my skull and my appetite is gone.

I drove over to Charley's place and asked him if I could crash on his couch. "Trouble with the old' lady?"

"Yeah. Cunt can't keep her legs closed."

"Oh man, I'm sorry. By the way your secret is safe with me bro."

"What secret?"

"I saw the look on your face when that brunette showed her face. I didn't say anything since none of the other guys saw you. That was Jenny wasn't it."

"Yeah. Fuck her. She wants to end up looking like that other cunt so be it. Far be it from me to stop her."

Sunday I was glad to be among the cell phoneless. People were always asking me how I could get by with out one. "It's easy." I'd tell them, "If I don't want to be found all I have to do is go somewhere." Luckily I took my address book with me or Charley's cell phone likely would have been ringing.

Usually during school, Jenny's schedule was much so that I only saw her for brief moments during any day, if I hung out long enough, so Monday was easy. Tuesday I had one class in the morning, then I went to work until two and then I had a class in the afternoon.

When I headed for my car to go to work Tuesday morning Jenny was standing there waiting. She looked like she'd been crying. When she saw me she came running, her face switching between anger and relief. "Where the fuck have you been? I got home Sunday morning to find all of your clothes and you car missing. No note, no message." She tried to hug me and I ducked her, "What the fuck George?"

"Funny thing happened to me. I went to watch strippers on Saturday as you well know."

"You fell for one and are leaving me?" she asked on the verge of crying.

"Nothing like that." She seemed to calm just a bit. "We ended up cruising around because all of the stripper were burnt out looking old hags, kinda like the cunt we saw this dude named Mandingo fuck at an adult bookstore." She paled and dropped her books.

"George, oh baby I can explain. I didn't think you'd like me working at the book store, so I never told you what I did. I usually dance in the glass booths. Shanna, the girl who usually works with Mandingo called off and they offered me a lot more money than I usually make to be in Mandingo's show. Saturday was the first day I have ever done that. Please, you have to believe me."

"And why did you sound so out of breath when you called Sunday morning? I know what time your slut shop closes. A little after party to cure your jungle fever? Fuck off Jenny. Just stay the fuck away from me."




Missing



I got in my car and drove off leaving her there on the curb crying. I heard a couple of weeks later that she had quit school to go work full time at the book store. A year later, my buddies and I had gone to Montgomery again and went to see the live sex act. Jenny was the main attraction for Mandingo's show. She looked like death warmed over, and was obviously pregnant. She saw me but I couldn't tell of she recognized me or not. I really didn't care, I was in love.

Mom asked me to come home for the summer. I asked her if Tammy was going on vacation and taking Linda with her. She said that Tammy and Linda were going to go to New York over Fourth of July weekend to see her family. I told her then I might come home for the Fourth. But I didn't get to go home for the Fourth.

Three weeks before the Fourth, I was driving home from work when a drunk driver in an old Ford pick up t-boned me at an intersection. I spent a month in the hospital with broken ribs, a broken femur, a broken pelvis, and some internal injuries. My Camaro was totaled. The drunk walked away with out a scratch. The cops actually arrested him in a bar just down the street from where I was trapped in my car clinging to life.

Mom came to Auburn to nurse me back to health. The entire football team came by my apartment to visit me. One Friday evening, mom went away for a little bit. When she came back she was acting suspicious.

"Where'd you go mom?" I asked.

"Oh, um, well I went up to the admissions office to make sure you weren't behind on any of the paperwork to enroll next semester."

I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. I also kept waiting for two or three houseguests to appear unannounced. Luckily it never happened and I forgot all about the admissions thing. My cast came off in late August, and before my mom went back to Jacksonville, she bought me a cell phone.

Within a week of having my cast off, I was working for the football team. The coaching staff had me running video cameras on parts of their practices. I would still do my statistician job, I was now the head student statistician, I reported only to the head statistician in the athletic department.

On the day before our first game, I went home to pack my stuff so I could report to the team hotel on time. There was a girl sitting on the bench in front of my apartment building when I got there. I didn't really even pay any attention to her. I just went inside and got my stuff. Ten minutes later I was waiting in front of my building for my ride to the hotel. We all car pooled to the hotel before home games, in order to save parking places.

As I was waiting the girl turned and left. I thought there was something familiar about her. Just as I was starting to contemplate it my ride showed up and I left. I slept well that night and got to eat with the team that next morning.

ESPN's College Game Day did their show from our campus and I got to work with their stat people, and I got to meet Lee Corso. During the game I was given a director's head set so I could feed information directly to the ESPN crew.

We beat Georgia Tech and there were celebrations all over campus that night. I always enjoyed going to the bashes, but since I had no car and my leg still bothered me I ended up going to only a couple of parties near my apartment. Around midnight I went home.

As I approached my apartment building, I saw a female form leaving. For some reason I thought back to the girl who'd been outside yesterday when I left. From where I was it looked to be the same girl. She was nice looking as far as I could tell, well built any way.

When I got inside there was an envelope taped to my door. I pulled it off and went inside. I opened it and there was a note that said "Call Me." and had a phone number. At first I thought Jenny was trying to get a hold of me. I really didn't care to talk to her any more. She was supposedly living in Montgomery now. Maybe I had been mentioned on the game telecast today and someone wanted to tell me. I didn't know. Out of my own curiosity I called the number.

"George? Please don't hang up." I heard Linda's voice answer the phone.

"Um, who did you have put that note on my door?"

"Please don't hang up George. I put the note there. Can we meet tomorrow for coffee or something? I have really missed you."

"OK look. Meet me out front in five minutes and I'll hear you out, but I get the feeling I have heard it all before."

"I'll meet you in five George. And George?"

"Yeah?"

"Thank you."

I don't know what made me decide to meet her. Maybe it was a need to see a friendly face. Maybe I needed to hear her out and move on.

She was waiting on the same bench as she was yesterday. I cleared my throat and she turned around.

"George?" She rushed to me and threw her arms around me. "Oh George. I was so scared when I heard about your wreck. I wanted to come see you but your mom said I'd better not." "Way to go mom!" I thought to my self. "She said she was more interested in you healing. I have been in hell all summer and now I finally feel like I am alive again."

She looked like a goddess to me. It was all I could do not to act like a fool and slobber all over. I had been in love with her for as long as I could remember. "So what brings you to Alabama?" "So what brings you to Alabama?" I thought to my self. Did I really just fucking ask her that? This bitch tore my heart out and the first time I see her in three years and I ask a lame ass question like that?

"I got enough transfer credits from the JC I was going to and I was able to enroll here. You're not mad are you?"

"I don't know. Hell I don't feel anything anymore. Do you want to go grab a coffee?"

We went to a little all night diner. Several of the football players were in there and they all greeted me. "Well aren't we popular?" she said in a mocking tone. "Isn't that the football team?"

"Part of them. I work with them a lot."

The grouchy ass old bat waitress brought us our coffee and acted like we were putting her out. "Sorry we made you do your job lady." I said under my breath. "So what did you want to tell me?" Linda looked up at me with a smile until she noticed I wasn't smiling.

"My life sucks without you in it." She said.

"Oh well. You do have randy to keep you warm. You guys married yet?"

"Not in a million years. It didn't take me long to realize that the only thing that made Randy tolerable was you."

"Well that didn't stop the two of you from fucking him after prom." I said bitterly. "I don't know if he ever told you, but I was deeply in love with you. He knew and went behind my back and asked you, and you didn't have the decency to talk to me before you went bopping off into the sunset to pick out corsages and cummerbunds."

"That bastard. George, I know you probably aren't going to believe this, but we didn't do anything after prom. I felt sick that whole night and had him take me home before ten thirty. Mom told me I was feeling guilty for mistreating you. She was right. I wanted so bad to just go see you, but you were always somewhere else.

Randy lied about us having sex. I got to school that Monday and heard all about it. I got pissed off and told everyone that he had a needle dick. We repaired our friendship within a week. He told everyone that he lied, which I give him a lot of credit for. Of course he might have only come clean to clear up the rumor about his small cock. I danced with him, I know he isn't hung."

She had tears flowing pretty well. Either she really was sorry or she was one hell of an actress. "Every time I had a bad day, or had something neat happen to me I wanted to tell my best friend in the world. But my best friend wanted nothing to do with me. I still don't know how you got into Auburn when none of us applied here."

"I got accepted to Alabama too. I put in at the beginning of the year when Randy bragged that Auburn and 'Bama were looking at him. So when I got the letters, all I had to do was choose. I knew you two were staying in Florida, so it was a no brainer."

"You hated us that much?"

I thought it over for a moment. "Him I hate. He knew how I felt and then he stabbed me in the back. I can't say I hated you, but I didn't want to be anywhere near you."

"Do you remember what you said that Saturday when Mom and I came over? You told me you had been in love with me. Never knew how you felt. Mom told me I messed up, but your mom was sure you'd come around. I wasn't so sure. We had always been close. When you walked out that day I felt an emptiness in me. I was never sure that you would forgive me. Randy acted like you were just being a baby. I'm so sorry George. I never wanted to hurt you."

We finished our coffee and walked back to my building. By time we got back I was hobbling badly. Linda helped me up to my apartment and helped me into bed. "I'll let myself out. You just rest and get better."

"Thank you for helping me Linda." I gazed at her and wanted so bad for things to be like they used to be.

"No problem. Can I come by tomorrow? I'll bring lunch." A big part of me wanted to say no. If she was here, how much longer until Randy popped up? But I had to admit that there was a chunk of me missing that she could put back.

"That sounds fine. What time?"

"I'll be here around noon if that's ok." With that she kissed me on the forehead and left.

She came for lunch on Sunday. She brought fried chicken and potato salad. We ate and then went for a walk. She stayed with me until late in the evening. On Monday I helped her locate her classes, and the important buildings.

As the weeks started to roll by we spent more and more time together. A few times her roommate Michelle came along but mostly it was just us. Michelle did come enough that I became friends with her as well. Sometimes Michelle even seemed to be flirting with me. I always thought she was out of my league so I never really acted on it.

One Saturday Linda came over after the game and she was in a foul mood. We went out to eat and she was quiet through most of the meal. I remembered moods like this from our younger days that she'd spill her guts sooner or later. Sooner if it was something that I had done or said.

Finally she looked at me and asked, "Do you like Michelle?"

Like is too pliable of a word in this situation. It could be like, as in opposite of hate, or it could be like as in someday I hope to jump her fucking bones and make her scream in Italian. So I chose as safe an answer as I could. "She seems to be a nice person."

"Would you date her?"

"Hmmm." I said buying a moment. Once again a tricky slope here; had to tread carefully. "I don't really know her well enough to date her. I've only met her the couple times she's come over with you." I knew a bigger bomb was on its way. And sure as shit she fired it off.

"Do you find her attractive?"

Ah! Now I know where this is headed. Michelle is 5' 8" tall, probably weighs 120 pounds. She has long black hair and gray eyes. She has a perky set of tits and an ass that won't quit. The times I have been around her I have found it hard not to stare, but I tried hard not to be a pig.

Linda on the other hand is 5' 4" tall and around 130 pounds. She keeps her sandy brown hair about shoulder length and has green eyes. She too has nice tits, maybe a largish C cup and a cute ass, even though it might be considered a tad large. She looks like she's at home at a poetry reading or a library. Her look says "smart" while Michelle's look screams "PARTY and FUCK!"

"There aren't many guys who don't find her attractive." I said. "I don't really look at her that way."

Linda's head snapped up and I knew she caught the fib. "Bullshit George. You'd fuck her in a heartbeat and you know it."

"So what's with the questions about Michelle?" Deflection; I has it! "Why are you so concerned about what I might or might not feel about your roomie?"

"I overheard her telling the RA last night at a party that I knew this hot guy and she wants to get close to him. The only guy I know is you. So I guess if you want to ask her out, you know you won't get shot down."

She looked a little dejected. "Well what if I want to ask her roomie out?"

She got a funny look on her face and said, "I'm her roomie. She doesn't...." Then recognition showed on her face. "You want to ask me out?" I nodded. "You have a shot at Michelle and you want my frumpy ass?"

I don't know why but I had been softening towards Linda for a while. I started remembering what I liked about her back when we were kids. Seeing her sitting there trying to rationalize my position on dating her room mate, I realized that in my heart I had forgiven her. I was ready to move forward. I wanted to play it a little bit safe, but my mouth fired before I could stop it.

"I haven't loved Michelle since eighth grade."

After that night we were almost inseparable. After the semester ended, she moved into my apartment with me. She was disappointed to learn that I wasn't a virgin anymore. I told her all about Jenny and she was sympathetic, but she was happy in the sense that with Jenny gone I was free to be with her.

One of my dreams did come true. I had always wanted to be Linda's first since I knew what sex was. Although I was a bit down that she wasn't my first, I was more than happy that I was hers.

She told me that she had dated a few guys, but all that ever happened was heavy petting. One guy had kissed her nipples, another had fingered her pussy. She had given a couple of tug jobs and blew one guy. I wanted to ask what she and Randy had done, but I decided I really didn't want to know.

Most Sunday's we never left the bed. We'd fuck for a couple of hours and then sleep for a couple of hours. We'd shower at least three times during the day. Even when school started again we spent our Sundays in bed. If the football team had a road game I knew I was getting raped when I returned home Saturday night.

I proposed to Linda Homecoming weekend of our senior year. We told our mothers the next day. I wasn't too happy when Randy called her to congratulate her the following Wednesday. When she asked if I wanted to talk to him I left the apartment for an hour or so. When I returned she was cold towards me.

"Why can't you forgive him George?"

"He knowingly stabbed me in the back. I forgave you because I have always loved you and he lied to you."

"I just wish you'd be civil to him. He misses you too and he's off putting himself in jeopardy for this country."

"It's bad enough to know that he'll be invited to our wedding. I really don't want him weaseling his way into our lives after he is out of the corps."

"I never said I was inviting him to the wedding."

"Your mom will, or my mom will. I personally hope he can't get leave."

"That's fucked up George. Next you'll hope that my mom won' come, or that I won't come."

"Did I say that? If you want him at the wedding as god damned bad, marry his ass!"

I left the room and went to bed. I felt shitty for talking to her that way, but I didn't want Randy within 1000 miles of me if I could help it. She came into the bedroom fifteen minutes later. I feigned sleep as she stripped and climbed under the covers. She slithered across the bed and laid her head on my chest and started stroking my chest.

"I'm sorry baby. I know you don't like him and I shouldn't bring him up. I don't like him all that much so I'll ask mom not to invite him."

"I won't begrudge you inviting him. I just don't want anything to do with him. I don't trust him."

She began working her way down my body. Kissing as she went. One hand started working my skivvies down and off of my legs.

"Can Mr. Happy play daddy?"

"Only if you are rally nice to him. He gets shy when certain fucksticks get mentioned."

She grabbed a hold of my cock and started stroking it. "Hmm, he doesn't seem to be having much trouble coming out of his shell. In fact he's starting to stand tall and proud."

She stroked me up and down for a few more minutes and then she kissed the tip, licking away the bead of pre cum that had formed there. A shudder worked its way through my body. She giggled, "Oh, somebody really likes that." She said as she licked the length of my shaft again, licking all the way down to my balls.

"Hey, I'm getting kinda bored up here. Do you have anything that needs dealt with?"

She flashed me a big smile and moved her body around so that her pussy was over my face. I reached up and spread her ass open and trailed a finger down from the top of her ass crack to her clit. She shuddered when I lightly traced her asshole.

She enveloped the head of my cock in her warm mouth and started working up and down. She has an almost surreal knack for sucking cock. If I just went with it she could bring me off in three minutes easily. Usually I think about school shit or Randy to keep under control. My personal best is fifteen minutes, but I found that when her jaw starts to get tired she'll play dirty. She'll play more with my balls or rub on my taint.

One time I challenged her. I bet her a week's worth of chores that I could last more than ten minutes of her best. She of course accepted eagerly. "Anything goes?" she asked. I guess I should have laid out some boundaries then but I didn't think she had any tricks I didn't know how to combat already.

"Sure. Do your best." I told her with a smirk on my face. I had watched a video earlier that day of stomach turning car accident victims and industrial accidents. The images were fresh in my mind and I figured that I could even stay limp if I so chose.

I was way wrong. I set the egg timer for ten minutes and she started. I didn't fight her getting me hard, not that I wanted to, and within a minute I was hard and she was at work. I kept looking to the timer. At five minutes I felt I was getting close and recalled a few images. I think I overdid it and actually lost a bit of hardness.

She knows I have a vivid recall of images. When I started loosing hardness she redoubled her efforts. The gig was up. At nine minutes she reached between her lags and fingered her pussy. Her fingers came up wet, slick and shiny with her juices. At nine minutes and thirty seconds she stuck her finger in my ass and I felt two things at once.

First I felt pain and pressure. It felt like she had put her entire arm up my ass. Her finger danced around just inside my ass and then I felt the most intense pleasure I had ever felt. I came so hard that my piss hole burned from the force. Even Linda was unprepared for the gush. She gagged and almost lost half of my load. But to her credit she didn't spill a drop.

My calf cramped and stars exploded in my vision. I also felt an intense need to shit. She removed her finger and slowly continued sucking on my cock until the egg timer dinged. She smiled at me and said, "Damn boy. You nearly blew the top of my head off."

"Where the fuck did you learn that?"

"Michelle is a nursing student. She told me that a finger in there would make any guy explode."

I ended up doing the dishes and laundry for the week, but I made her promise that she'd never stick her fingers in my ass again. She wouldn't promise but did say she'd make sure I was ready next time.

Recalling that image almost made me blast off in her mouth before I could even start licking her cunt. My favorite thing about Linda's pussy was its sensitivity. I could make her cum sometimes just by looking at her clit. I loved to circle around it with, my tongue and drive her crazy. I licked each side, being careful not to even accidently touch her little joy buzzer. Soon I had her shaking and dripping juice onto my face.

She came hard when I pushed my finger into her hole. She took my cock out of her mouth and let out a howl that had to wake the neighbors. Not that they should be surprised, Linda is often quite vocal when she climaxes. She jerked my cock a few more times and got off of me and turned herself around. She leaned down and kissed my full on the mouth. "You are so getting fucked mister. Damn I wish I could have your tongue on my cunt all the time."




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Hi folks, as promised this is a shorty. I'd like to thank Mikothe baby for her editing prowess as usual.SS06

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"I step off the train. I'm walkin' down your street again and past your door but you don't live there anymore."

"It's years since you've been there. And now you've disappeared somewhere."

"Like outer space you've found some better place."

"And I miss you. Like the deserts miss the rain."

* * * * * *

God, I hate that fucking song but it won't stop playing through my mind over and over again. Maybe it's because it's the theme song to my life. It tells in minute detail how I screwed up what could have been perfect. And the sadness of the music behind it describes, in a way, my regret. Yeah sure, that peppy little dance track behind the vocals and guitar does sound kind of happy, but you have to really listen to understand just how fucking hopeless the whole thing is.

My name is Jenna Sampson. I'm tall and slender. I have the kind of figure that looks good in a bikini. I have long thin legs and long fluffy blond hair. I'm a waitress at a midscale restaurant downtown. I also live downtown so I'm close to the job.

I have to take two subway trains to get here. This used to be the area where I went to college a few years ago so I know it well. It's changed lately though. More and more of these old houses are being bought by YUPPIES and restored. Some of them are beautiful, and even better than they were before. Others, I could do without.

There's one house in particular that I make the long trip out here to see. I once spent a lot of time there. So far it hasn't been redone and I'm kind of hoping it won't be. Seeing that house redone by some upwardly mobile couple would break the links to the most wonderful time in my memory.

It was five years ago. I was only twenty years old and in my second year of college. I was still in that awkward, gawky stage. I was taller than most of the men and boys in most of my classes and that intimidated a lot of them. I had huge glasses and long lifeless hair. I still hadn't shed the braces over my teeth yet either. And I dressed like a cross between a Goth and the carefree Bohemians of the seventies. In other words, even the guys in prison wouldn't screw me.

College is different from high school, but only on the surface. There are still cliques of popular kids and outsiders. I was definitely on the outside. I was that nerdy looking girl who walked quickly from one class to the next with her head down and her arms full of books.

Along came Daniel Benson and my life changed forever. Meeting Dan was like getting struck by lightning. I was heading for my dorm after leaving the library and I guess neither one of us was paying attention to where we were going. We crashed into each other and my term paper went flying all over everywhere.

He helped me gather the pages that I'd so carefully hand written and get them back into order but they were all wet and ruined. I almost started crying. He was very apologetic even though, technically, we were both at fault. He invited me over to his house to redo the paper. He had a nice computer and a printer and told me we could have the paper redone in a couple of hours.

"We could also do it tomorrow, if you have a date or something," he said.

"Tonight is okay," I said. We bonded over doing my paper and I had my first ever beer. As we'd read through the paper and started to re-type it, Danny pointed out lots of things that were wrong with my paper. He improved my sentence structure, my use of punctuation and my word choices. He also pointed out several flawed or downright incorrect conclusions. In short, he made my paper much better than it had been.

That night was only the first of many we would spend together. When the school year ended, I decided to stay in town and I spent a lot of that time in Danny's townhouse. The house he lived in had belonged to a maternal aunt of his. Part of the reason he'd picked our university was the fact the aunt had left him the house when she died and living there would cut his expenses.

Over the course of a year or so, Danny and I fell in love. I never actually moved in with him. Technically and for my parent's sake, I still lived in the dorms, but I spent the majority of my time including most of the nights in Danny's townhouse. I loved him so much that I wanted to do anything I could to please him. And Danny was the first man to ever tell me that he loved me.

The first time he said it, my smile lasted for days. I just knew we'd be together forever. My introduction to the ways of the flesh was an event. Even after I told him I was ready, Danny took his time. He asked me several times if I was sure. He told me that it was a very special gift and it was one that I could only give once.

Even when I assured him that he WAS the one, he planned it out. We went out to see a show that I'd been dying to see and then had dinner in a restaurant that neither of us could afford. When we got home or back to his house, he fumbled getting the door open. His key wouldn't fit. He left me standing there on the long veranda porch that we'd spent so many nights on and he went around the back. I never did figure out until years later that he hadn't actually fumbled at all. I heard someone running around in the house and a few moments later Danny came back to me. He pushed his key smoothly into the lock and the door opened like it was new.

When we got inside, he asked me if I was ready. I was about to burst from lust for him and just a little afraid, but I nodded my head. I wanted him badly and I knew that he'd never hurt me.

We went into the bedroom and I almost cried. There were flower petals all over the floor and a path made of them that led to the bed. There were hundreds of lit scented candles all over the room.

It was the most romantic thing I'd ever seen and I have still never seen anything to equal it, to this day. He spent a lot of time and imagination trying to make my first time special and it really was. Sex between Danny and I was always wonderful. It was never hurried and he always spent a lot of time making sure that I enjoyed it. I just couldn't believe that he saw something that special in me. No one else seemed to.

When my braces came off, he praised my smile. That made me want to impress him even more with the way I looked.

Danny was the first man to ever say anything positive about the way I looked. He thought I was beautiful and told me often. My giant glasses gave way to contacts. A friend took me to a salon to get my hair done for the first time in my adult life and suddenly I was pretty.

I had lots of guys take notice of me that whole summer which built up my confidence. When we returned to classes in the fall, I dressed better and I guess I acted differently. I went from geek to chic over the course of a summer. Suddenly, everyone wanted to invite me to go to parties and everywhere else.

I guess I let the sudden rush of popularity go to my head. I started spending less and less time with Danny. Those wonderful days of fun filled frolics on the beach gave way to nights in clubs with the popular girls and boys. Danny couldn't make time for things like that because he had to study. And he probably wouldn't have fit in anyway. Most of my new friends were wealthy or at least their parents were.

The girls dressed in clothing I could never afford. The guys always acted like everything they saw should belong to them. There were a few who wanted to spend time away from the crowd with me and I did a few times. I figured that it couldn't hurt anything. It wasn't like I was dating someone else, we were just hanging out. Everyone in the school knew that Danny and I were an item. Danny would be glad for me to be happy even if he was busy studying or working.

As time went on, I did more and more of those little get-togethers and spent even more time away from Danny. I'd also started drinking more. After one of those parties, I woke up in someone else's bed with a headache that wouldn't quit. I could tell that someone had sex with me but I didn't remember it.

After that, things changed. The stories went around throughout my new friends that I was available. The next time that I had sex with one of them, I remembered it well. It was awful. Not only did I feel guilty because I'd betrayed Danny but because the guy, Chris Menzies, treated me like a whore. He just pushed me down on the bed, pulled up my skirt and fucked me. He wouldn't take no for an answer and when I told him to stop, he just laughed.

"I'm bored," he said. "I have to do something to amuse myself. So I'll fuck the poor girl. Besides you've already done it before. After the party last week, at least three of us fucked you while you were drunk. You wouldn't want that boyfriend of yours to find out would you? Now shut up and bend over."

"You wouldn't do that would you?" I asked. "We're friends."

"Honey, I'd do it for shits and giggles," he said. "Just seeing the misery it would put you through would be funny as hell and give me something to do. Please don't tell me you're stupid enough to believe all of this bullshit."

"What bullshit?" I asked.

"Every year the girls pick some charity case to hang out with. It improves our image and makes the rest of the campus think that we're not spoiled little rich kids. Last year it was that boy from Somalia. He was a good one because not only did he let everyone know that we aren't snobs, it made them think that we're not racists either. Some of the girls we hang out with really liked fucking him. I think a big part of it for them was that their parents would probably disown them if they ever found out. Unfortunately, he was killed when he went home, so we need another poor person to hang out with."

"That's fucking sick," I said. "You guys picked some poor exchange student to secretly humiliate."

"Not always," he smirked. "This year we got you. And I'm starting to get bored with you already. I have no idea how it's possible but you fuck better passed out drunk than you do when you're awake." He started slamming his dick into me so hard that it hurt, while I just lay there with tears running down my cheeks.

"God damn it," he hissed. "Stop that fucking whining and move. Say something for Christ's sake. After the party, you were begging every guy that stuck his dick into you to fuck you. Of course, you kept calling all of them Danny, but it was good. If you don't get better in the next few minutes, I'll have to go and find Danny and tell him." I started moving my hips hoping it would satisfy him and get it over with faster.

"Please don't tell Danny about the party or this," I whined. "I'll do anything you want. Just don't..."

"He already knows," said Danny from the doorway. Chris and I both turned at the same time. Chris didn't even stop fucking me. I tried to get away but he held me down. Danny just turned and walked away. By the time I got away from Chris, he was gone. I'd run out into the hallway of my dorm room naked and a lot of people were looking at me and whistling.

Danny was already out of the building. As I went back to my room, I found a huge bouquet of flowers and a card that he must have dropped. "Sorry I've been spending so much time studying. I've got a great job lined up. We're probably going to be rich. I love you."

It was signed "Danny."

Chris snatched the card out of my hand and read it and burst out laughing. He dressed and left still laughing, while I sat on my bed and bawled my eyes out.

I tried calling Danny all night. He wouldn't pick up the phone. I tried his cell phone as well. I left him literally hundreds of messages. The next morning I skipped class and went over to his house. His car was in the driveway but no one answered the door.

The lady across the street from him told me that he'd gone to class. He'd ridden his bike, he...we did that sometimes. I told her I'd wait for him. While she was talking to me, a police car pulled up. The officers told me that someone had called to complain about me loitering on the property. I explained the situation to the officers and they told me that I'd have to come back later. I couldn't just hang around Danny's house. If I had a key I could go inside and wait for him but loitering would get me a fine.

I tried the key Danny had given me and it didn't work. The lady from across the street told me that he'd had a locksmith out to change the locks the previous evening.

Over the next few days I tried constantly to catch Danny, to no avail. I couldn't catch him at home although I was sure that several of the times that I visited him he was home. He wouldn't accept my phone calls or texts. And I also couldn't catch him at class. It was as if anytime I went to one of his classes, he'd either not show up or slip out of the room before I could catch him. Once I did catch him and he stayed after class to speak to his professor.

I waited knowing that as soon as he was done with his questions I'd catch him. Danny ended up leaving the class with the professor and going to the prof's office with him. The professor was allowed to use the staff elevator and he took Danny on the elevator with him. I had to take the stairs. I'd gone up to the office and parked myself on a bench outside of the room, I was sure that this time I'd caught him. I waited outside of that office for an hour and a half only to find out that the professor came out alone. Danny had asked his supposed question on the elevator and taken the back stairs out of the building while I was running up the stairs to the office.

That went on for a few weeks. Over that time, it actually got out what had happened. A lot of the students and staff at the college seemed to enjoy helping Danny avoid me. All of my new friends wanted to avoid me too. They treated me like I was carrying the plague. Because of me, it got out that they really were assholes and no one wanted to have anything to do with them. It's really tough to be popular when everyone hates your guts.

People all over campus went out of their way to help Danny avoid me. I think a lot of them thought that I wanted to hurt him more by rubbing what I did in his face, but that wasn't it at all. What I really wanted was for him to forgive me and take me back.

The longer I stayed separated from Danny, the worse it got. My symptoms actually started to manifest themselves in physical way, or so I thought. Besides the depression and the realization that I had FUBARed my life, I started running a slight fever and I was sick most mornings. I went to the doctor and discovered that it wasn't the separation from Danny, I was pregnant. When my doctor and I went over my time line I realized in horror that the baby wasn't Danny's and my life went into a toilet.

It was very difficult for me to contact Chris because he didn't want to have anything to do with me. I had to speak to my parent's and get a lawyer from the legal aid association to contact Chris and force him to give up the names of the other men at the party that I'd had sex with. Chris was all too willing to rat out his friends in the desperate hope that one of them was the father of my child. All of the men lawyered up and refused to offer me any type of aid or help until the baby was born and a DNA test proved their responsibility.

I clung wildly to one hope, even though the math wasn't with me. I got a phone call late one evening from Danny. And it started my heart to fluttering.

"Is there the possibility that I might be the father?" he asked. It was weird. There was no preamble. He just got right to the point.

"Wow, hello, Jenna. How are you? It's been a long time since we've spoken. I've missed you. We really should get together," I said.

"What are you talking about?" he asked.

"Those are all of the things you should have said before just asking me if it was you who got me pregnant," I said.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because that would be the polite thing to do," I said. "I haven't seen you in nearly two months. You don't call. You don't write. Whatever happened to Jenna, I love you?"

"That was all erased when I caught you screwing that guy and heard about the others," he said tersely.

"Danny that was all a mistake. You need to let me explain what was going on. They just used me," I said.

"Jenna, you don't need to explain anything. You're a full grown woman. You can make your own choices. I didn't own you. I loved you. I just wanted to find out if it was possible that I was the father of your child. If I am, I'll do the right thing," he said.

"Danny, what is the right thing?" I asked.

"Help take care of you during your pregnancy. Help you out financially and be in my child's life," he said.

"Danny, a child needs to have a good home life. One parent living with it and another absentee parent isn't the best possible situation," I told him.

"Then, I'll marry you," he said. I started crying right then and there. It was what I wanted more than anything. It was what was supposed to happen.

"Danny, it can't possibly be your baby. You and I hadn't had sex in over three weeks when I supposedly conceived. It has to be either Chris or one of the guys at the party. I love you too much to lie to you. If we're going to be together, I want us to be honest with each other. We love each other and I know that we can get past..."

"Have a nice life, Jenna," he said interrupting my flow. Then all I heard was the dial tone. A small part of my heart died that day. I have never seen or heard from Danny since then. I've spent many a restless night wondering about him and where he was or what he was doing.

* * * * * *

"Could you be dead? You always were two steps ahead of everyone"

"We'd walk behind while you would run"

"I look up at your house. I can almost hear you shout down to me where I always used to be"

"And I miss you. Like the deserts miss the rain"

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For the rest of the school year I was miserable. I was sick all of the time. I was sick both emotionally and physically. Emotionally, I missed Danny and I realized what a fool I'd been. Physically, I was weak and feverish and just sick all of the time. All of that shit that you see on TV about pregnant women being radiant and it being the best time of their lives is for the birds. I didn't have morning sickness; I had all day sickness. It felt like I was constantly throwing up.

Chris and his buddies constantly harassed me. What they really wanted me to do was disappear. If I just left school and went away, it would be less embarrassing for them. When I did run into them they laughed at me and picked on me.

"That bitch just won't leave here," he told his friends once. "I don't know if she can't get enough of my dick or if she just thinks she's going to get some money out of my family. But she's not getting either one. I can't say that I blame her though. If I was a girl I'd want to fuck me too. I blew that pussy out. Her boyfriend came over to watch and she didn't even care." Chris was performing in front of some guys on campus. I got so mad that I just went after him. I wasn't big and fat or ungainly but my stomach had begun to expand. And I was off balance. I leapt at him and he deftly avoided me. Too deftly as a matter of fact because I fell heavily onto my stomach and the pain was so intense that I blacked out.

What did Chris and his friends do? They just walked away and left me there on the sidewalk hemorrhaging blood. What kind of man walks away from a bleeding woman who may be carrying his child? What a fool I was.

I woke up several hours later in the hospital, with one less problem. I know that I sound callous and cold, but in my mind, the loss of my child gave me the best chance of trying to get back with Danny. There was also the fact that the child hadn't been conceived in anything near love. I would have resented it for its whole life. Every time I looked into its eyes, I'd have remembered that making it cost me the love of my life. Its father was also definitely not worth a damn, so what kind of life would it have had?




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The next year, when I returned to school, my heart wasn't in it. I hadn't taken my finals the year before and was going to have to repeat all of those classes from my previous term. I was determined to find Danny and make him listen to me. That was what meant the most to me. I'd spent the summer convinced that he thought that I loved Chris and those other guys more than I loved him and I intended to make sure he knew that wasn't the case. Maybe if he realized that I loved only him and the other guys were nothing more than drunken or coerced sex, he'd give me another chance.

I had no such luck though. Danny had transferred to another school. He wanted to A) be closer to his new job. And B) be further away from me and all of the bad memories I brought to the table.

Even repeating the same classes, my heart simply wasn't in it and I couldn't get or keep my grades up. I ended up dropping out. I took a job as a waitress so I could start to pay back my loans; both to the government and my parents.

Over the last few years, I've sunk further and further into depression. I ended up getting an eye infection so I couldn't wear my contacts anymore. I'm still tall and thin but my stomach never seemed to go back down after the pregnancy. To make things worse I have ugly stretch mark on my belly from when I was pregnant as well. I've tried everything on them from cocoa butter creams and lotions to a concoction that they sell on the internet that is supposedly made from bull urine. None of it worked.

I guess after a while I just settled. I mean it's not the life I wanted but I just don't have the motivation or the energy to try to do anything else. What would the point be? I had one chance for happiness and I fucked it up. So I just take the two trains to this neighborhood once or twice a week, all year round and remember the best time of my life and contemplate what could have been.

As I look up at the house from a block away something is different today. There are trucks in front of it and mean working on the property. My heart lurches a bit as I realize that my fantasies are going to come to an end soon. My worst night mare seems to have occurred. The house has been sold and some fucking YUPPIES are going to fix it up.

I try to engage the members of the construction crew in conversation but they won't bite. Over the next few months my visits become more frequent and I watch as the house takes shape. I have to admit that a lot of the changes are good. Some are even things that Danny and I talked about doing. They put in a small but elegant pool and a large deck surrounding it. It has a spa and several chairs and tables. It's a really beautiful space.

Several times I see a woman staring at me from an upstairs window as I stroll by and look at the house.

And then, when I least expect it, it happens. As I meander slowly past the house one day, I hear a powerful growl coming up behind me and then a car shoots into the driveway. The car, a totally blacked out Mustang GT parks very close to the house and the driver gets out, still talking on a cell phone.

The car is beautiful. Nearly every surface on it is black or chrome. The driver looks towards me and stops talking. The phone falls from helpless fingers as he stares at me.

"Jenna?" the sound of my name has never been so good. The years and my experiences have ravaged me but they've been kind to him. He's filled out. He's more muscular without becoming bulky. He looks as if he's been well taken care of. I become more self conscious immediately. I wonder how he'll view my stretch marks and whether they'll remind him of why we broke up.

My mind and my heart are pumping like never before. This is the chance I've been waiting for seemingly forever. Somehow when I stepped off of the train today I never imagined that this would be the day my destiny was decided. Shit, if I had I'd have at least worn cleaner panties.

There is no doubt in my mind that he can have anything he wants and I do mean anything. In fact, I'm hoping with all of my heart that he wants everything. We move towards each other, closer and closer until we're only a foot or so apart. We're close enough that I can small his cologne and almost feel his heart beating. I'm sure he can hear my heart as well. I'm also sure that he can see the lust in my eyes. He knows that he could just lay me down on the sidewalk in front of this house, our house and fuck me right here. I hope he does.

Surprisingly, I don't see that in his eyes though. But considering what happened between us, I guess it was to be expected. In his eyes, I see a flash of anger and a lot of uncertainty. Perhaps there's fear mixed in as well. I needed to do something to reassure him that the past would never be repeated. I'd never bring him that kind of pain again. I reached to hug him but even as my arms began to extend I heard the sound again. That sound of a high performance engine winding down. This one wasn't nearly as powerful. Before I could turn my head, the car, another Mustang, rocketed into place behind the other. This one was white and chrome and a convertible.

As I stood there shocked, a woman got out of it and Danny's uncertainty became a smile. The woman who got out of the car had smoky dark hair. She stood barely five feet tall and everything about her spoke of confidence. Whereas I was tall, rangy and lanky, she was petite but curvy. Her legs were enclosed in shorts but not the kind of shorts I'd have worn. They were very modest, but it didn't matter. The curves in the parts of the legs that were visible said all that needed to be said. Though short, her legs were far sexier than mine ever had been or ever would be.

As she got out of the car, a look passed between us that caused me to back up a full step away from Danny. The look said simply, "mine." She bent over to get something out of the backseat and revealed an ass that I'd have died for. Her ass and upper thighs formed a perfect heart shape as she bent to disengage some kind of clamps. She straightened back up and her hair, that unruly brown mop, fell into her eyes again. With a wave of her hand all of the errant strands moved back into place as she pulled a baby carrier from the back seat.

The infant in the carrier was a miniature copy of the mother with certain of Danny's characteristics in clear view as well. She had on an Ellie Mae type shirt, tied up under her boobs. Those boobs were incredible. It was as if God had decided to piss on me. There was simply no way boobs that large should be on a woman that small. And from the way they swung, they were all natural.

She casually placed herself between Danny and me and smiled at me the way a shark smiles at smaller fish. She reached up and kissed him with the baby carrier dangling in one hand. I was sure this was habit and not just a display for me. Her free hand caressed his cheek as she kissed him and I saw a flash of their tongues touching. Then she turned back to me and spoke to Danny.

"Honey, I didn't know we were having company." Her voice had a southern accent that I was sure men loved. But it just made me think of putrid swamps and rotten Magnolias dying in the extreme heat.

I was sure this bitch was from Louisiana or Florida or one of those other alligator states, because despite her pseudo friendly smile, this woman was all teeth.

"She's just an old acquaintance from a long time ago," said Danny.

"Hm," she said, putting one hand on one of her sculptured hips. "Were you two very close? Should I be jealous?"

"Of course not," said Danny laughing. "We really didn't know each other that well. At least I didn't know her. I thought I did, but I was clearly wrong. I didn't know much about her at all."

"Are you staying for dinner?" she asked. "Maybe you and my husband can catch up."

"No," I said. "I have to make it back to the train station to catch the next train or I'll be stuck out here for a couple of hours. It was nice seeing you again, Danny." I turned to leave.

"Hey wait," she said with a friendly lilt in her voice. She handed the baby carrier to Danny who smiled at the cherub it contained. "Take care of your daughter, Daddy. She probably needs another bottle." Danny took the carrier and was instantly so engrossed in the baby that he forgot all about everything else. I always knew he'd be a great father.

"I'll drive you to the train station," she said making me think that I'd misjudged her. But then perhaps she just wanted me as far away from Danny and her baby as I could be as quickly as possible.

I got into the seat next to her and settled into the thick, comfortable leather. She leaned over and adjusted my seat belt. "Safety first," she smiled. "Sometimes this car gets away from me. Danny likes us both driving Mustangs."

I didn't want to say anything but maybe she wasn't as smart as I'd thought. She'd placed my seat belt so it blocked my left arm. So maybe there was a God after all. Maybe she was stupid. That would make sense. No woman should be built that fucking well, after having a baby, no less; and still be smart. That gave me hope because Danny always loved an intellectual conversation. Maybe that left me an opening into his heart.

He still had some feelings for me, but he was still hurt. I could tell that by the bullshit line he gave her about us only being acquaintances and how he thought he knew me but really didn't.

We had driven a few blocks when she suddenly wrenched the steering wheel and turned into an undeveloped parcel of land behind the strip mall. There was nothing around us but mounds of dirt and construction debris from when they'd built the strip mall. It was nowhere near where I needed to go to get to the train station.

She slammed on the brakes and yanked the parking brake expertly and the car spun and stopped.

While my head was still reeling from her car gymnastics, she turned in her seat to face me and without warning her arm dashed backwards and her tiny fist pumped piston-like and punched me square in the mouth. I tasted blood on my lips and she smiled at me. I couldn't even get my arm on her side of the car into position to block her because she'd restrained it in the seat belt. That ended my hope that she was dumb. She'd planned this assault from the beginning.

She launched another punch that caught me in the eye and then stopped and assessed what she'd done. After only two punches, I knew that this little woman could and would not hesitate to kick my ass.

"That's for all the extra work you caused me," she spat.

"I've never met you before today, you crazy bitch," I yelled, though my mouth really hurt.

"You broke his heart," she spat. "It took me months to get him to the point where he'd even think about dating anyone. And a bitch is a female dog. I guess we're both bitches. I'm a pit bull; a small but powerful, fiercely loyal animal that will fight to the death for her loved ones. You look like an Afghan hound. They're big ungainly, clumsy beasts with a lot of shaggy hair and long weak legs. They're utterly useless, but with that long ass face and even longer nose you look just like one."

I was going to say that they look good on TV with models walking them. But I was sure she'd bust me in the mouth again.

"Get the fuck out of my car, useless bitch," she spat. "And never come near my family again or I really will hurt you."

"I never meant to hurt Danny," I said. "I love him. It just happened." Her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Shit doesn't just happen," she snapped. "No woman ever just ends up getting fucked against her will, especially not more than once. Sure maybe you were at that party the first time and got drunk and they took advantage of you. That's the shit you were planning on trying to pull on Danny wasn't it?"

I nodded because it was the truth. "Answer me this silly bitch," she said. "If you already had a man who loved you as much as Danny did and you loved him so God damned much; why were you at a party without him in the first place?"

"I...well I..." I couldn't think of an answer. Then it came to me. "I was at the party because he trusted me. Without trust love doesn't last."

"That's for God damned sure," she snapped. "I trust Danny with all of my heart. It's conniving wenches like you that I don't trust. Love has to be protected and nourished. I don't allow myself to be put into a position where Danny's trust in me is even questioned. At the same time I won't allow anyone to try to come between us. So when I saw you looking at him like a starving bitch seeing a hamburger..."

"I...I was just happy to see him," I sputtered. 

"You would have fucked him in my driveway if he'd wanted you to," she snapped.

"I..I..uhm," I began. Neither of us believed my unspoken denial.

"Like I said," she snapped. "Next time I see you around my husband or my house, I'll hurt you." I got out of the car and stood there looking as she started the car and put it into gear.

"How do I get back to the train station from here?" I asked.

She just flipped her sunglasses down and drove off laughing. I wandered around until I found someone to give me directions. I had to walk more than two miles to get back to the train station. I also had to walk a couple of blocks out of the way to avoid going back down Danny's street. I was sure that bitch was outside lying in wait for me.

When I finally got back to the station, I was so late that the trains only ran every couple of hours and I'd just missed one. After an interminable wait, during which it seemed like everyone was staring at me, I finally got on the train. I couldn't figure out why everyone was staring at me until a kindly old woman handed me a mirror. Looking in the mirror it was suddenly clear why they stared. Danny's wife had done a number on me. I guess I deserved it. She was only protecting what was hers the way I should have, instead of hanging around people I had nothing in common with except that I wanted to be popular. They had tossed me aside like last week's news, leaving me to my ruined life and broken dreams.

I sat there in my, "Too ugly to die," T-shirt. It was of course ruined. The blood from my face had poured down upon it from the wounds on my face. I had a hell of a shiner, but the worst part was my mouth. Both of my lips were so swollen that I looked like Mick Jagger at the microphone and one of my teeth was...missing.

Still that damned song continued to play in my head.

* * * * * *

"Back on the train I ask why did I come again."

"Can I confess I've been hangin' 'round your old address?"

"And the years have proved to offer nothin' since you moved."

"You're long gone but I can't move on."

"And I miss you... like the deserts miss the rain..."

The end



Missing



New York Local Newspaper

Friday, October 30, 2004

Police are looking into the disappearance of a 19 year old girl, last seen leaving Saint Luke's school, where she is a student. Young Amanda Anderson was last seen leaving school heading north towards her home at 3 PM Monday. Police were alerted by her parents when Amanda failed to show up at her home. The young girl was last seen wearing the Catholic school uniform, consisting of a white cotton blouse, green pleated, plaid skit and white knee socks. Amanda is described as 5'8", approximately 125 lbs, brown hair and brown eyes. Anyone with information should contact local police department at xxx-xxx-xxxx, ask for Special Victims Unit.

Young Amanda struggled at her bonds, the ropes were digging into her wrists and she was sitting in the dark in what seemed like an abandoned warehouse. The man had seemed nice, offering her a ride and she really didn't feel like walking the 10 blocks home, so she had accepted. He had offered her a drink and she had accepted, but what she hadn't known was the drink had been laced with a sedative and when she awoke; this was the predicament she had found herself in. Suddenly, a light came on and she squinted at the sudden rush of light, trying to see as he slowly walked towards her, and then pulled her to her feet.

"Please, the ropes hurt," she pleaded and he smiled, then spun her around and began to untie her.

She rubbed her wrists, trying to get the feeling back as she noticed him staring at her and she suddenly felt like she knew what he wanted, she was after all an attractive young girl and his bulge was unmistakable.

"If you do what I say, when I say, you may well live to see another day. Is that understood?"

She nodded her head and watched, as if in slow motion, as his hands came up to work at the buttons on her blouse, she offered no resistance as he finished and then pulled the blouse out of her skirt and she even helped him to take it off. Then, he wrapped his arms around her and unbuckled her white cotton bra and slid it down her arms and off, she could feel her nipples stiffen at the cool air.

"You have nice tits, Amanda," he said as he began to knead them, and then rubbed the nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, it hurt slightly, but in another way it felt good.

He pulled some twine from his pocket and told her to put her hands behind her back, she complied, and then he looped a piece of twine around a nipple and cinched it tight, eliciting a gasp from her. He ran the twine over her shoulder, then stepped behind her and pulled her wrist up high on her back as he wound the other end of the twine around her thumb opposite the nipple and secured it. He did the same with her other nipple, now, if she tried to lower her hands, she was pulling up on her nipples and she knew that sooner or later, her hands would get tired, but she tried not to think about that. His hands now went up under her skirt and she felt him run a palm over her pussy mound, she shivered at the touch, then he grasped the legs of her white cotton panties and slowly pulled them down her thighs, leaving them at her knees as his hand once more sought out her pussy.

"You have a very nice pussy too, Amanda,"

He worked a finger into the folds of her pussy, rubbing against her clit and she shivered once more, but noticed that she was getting wet. She didn't know what to think, but she knew this shouldn't excite her, but she didn't know how her body worked as well as he did, after all, she was only 19 and her experience with sex had been limited to only one boyfriend and her own hands. He reached back and grabbed her wrists, then jerked downward as he shoved a finger inside of her, she screamed out, but wasn't sure if it was from pain or pleasure, she looked down and saw her tethered nipples stretched upwards.

He released her wrists and removed his finger.

"You've been a very naughty girl, Amanda. You will need punishment,"

He put his hand on her back and pushed the upper half of her torso over at the waist. He walked behind her and flipped her skirt up onto her back, exposing her ass and pussy to his view, now she really felt herself getting wet. He massaged her ass cheeks then quickly came down hard with his hand on one cheek, she yelped and could feel it burning and tingling, he smiled at how nicely his hand print had been left on her cheek. He then did the same to the other, another yelp, then he began to alternate spanks on her cheeks, delighting at the warm color he was creating on her ass, she struggled to keep her balance as well as keep her wrists up to keep from stretching her nipples. Each spank caused her to pull at her nipples, both from reaction and from the motion of them from his blows, he seemed to delight in this, he had moved to her side so he could watch her tits move and her nipples stretch. He replaced his hands with a small piece of lumber on the floor, soon, her ass was becoming numb and the pain subsided, but was being replaced with something she didn't understand, she was getting even wetter.

"You're very hairy, Amanda. I never much cared for a hairy pussy, but somehow, it becomes you,"

He was now running his hand between her legs and she knew he could see how wet she was.

"My, my, how wet you are, Amanda. I do believe you are enjoying this,"

He pushed a finger into her kitty, almost making her lose her balance, he began to move it in and out and she could hear just how wet she really was, it sounded obscene. He took that finger out and put another in, then the first finger began to worm its way into her asshole, once again she almost lost her balance, he began to spank her with his free hand, making her cry out, but the feeling of two fingers sawing in and out of her orifices was making her swoon slightly and lightly moan.

"Ah, young Amanda, I see that this is arousing you. When you are sufficiently aroused, if you ask nicely, I will fuck your ass for you. Imagine, if a finger in your ass feels this good, how much better my cock will feel,"

Her moans had increased by now and his hand that was spanking her intermittently jerked her hands downward, increasing the pressure on her nipples. All through this, she couldn't forget his words and she indeed wondered how good his cock would feel in her ass, before she could even think, she was cumming, her cries echoing through the abandoned building, his hands relentless at milking her orgasm out of her and then another. He pulled his fingers out of her with a plop and immediately spanked her pussy, she cried out at its sensitivity, having just cum, he removed her skirt and she stepped out of it, she was now naked except for her knee high socks and shoes.

He pushed her to her knees and she sat there, looking up at him.

"You know what you want to do, so why not just ask. Just remember that you need to convince me that I should let you,"

She wet her lips and stared him in the eyes.

"May I suck your cock, please?"

She had a big smile.

"Now, Amanda, you know that you must convince me. How do I know that you're not just trying to placate me?"

Deep inside, she really did need a cock, her pussy and ass were still on fire and she knew that the only way to put out the fires was with cock.

"I REALLY need your cock, please let me suck it, Sir,"

He could tell she had a very nice mouth and a sincere need, he opened his trousers and pulled them along with his shorts down, Amanda was mesmerized at the sight of his cock and she felt herself get even more excited. He gently slapped her cheeks with his cock as she tried to capture it with her mouth, but he pulled it away each time she got close.

"PLEASE, I NEED IT!!!"

He felt it was genuine plea and held it at her lips, she sucked it inside her mouth and bobbed her head on it, taking more into her mouth each time, she was no stranger to blow jobs, she'd given her early boyfriends plenty of them to keep them satisfied and out of her pants. She tasted his precum, like an appetizer, she sucked harder, wanting the prize he held in his balls, but it was not to be, he pulled his cock out of her mouth and pushed her face down onto the dirty floor, raising her ass high in the air.

His saliva soaked cock was brought to bear on Amanda's virginal ass, she felt a liquid expelled and run down the crack of her ass, coating her anus as his cock rubbed it in, then she felt the pressure as his cock head pressed against her anus, she gritted her teeth against the onslaught. He kept up steady pressure until it was like a pressure release when the head popped in and it felt a feeling like no other feeling she had ever experienced, as his cock continued its trip inside her forbidden treasure. The bad thing was, even though it hurt when he broke through, she now felt a different excitement as it glided into her depths and she found herself opening her legs to accommodate his legs pressing between them. 

Each time his balls struck her pussy, his cock buried in her ass sent a shock through her and she found herself pushing her ass back at him, he had begun to pull down on her wrists and that caused her nipples to stretch, making her cry out in both pain and pleasure. She could not explain how an ass full of cock was making her feel this way, it was something she hadn't even considered, putting a cock in her ass, but now her cries were turning to cries of pleasure instead of pain. When she had another orgasm, her anus clamped down hard on his manhood and he too lost it, as his cock emptied itself into her ass, but she found herself still moving, trying to get every drop out of him.

After they had both stopped moving, he just lay across her back, her wrists still pulled downward, her nipples stretched, until he finally released her wrists and let his cock slip out of her, she felt his cum trickle down and over her pussy, matting into her thick pubic hair. Amanda did not know what was happening to her, this man had abducted her and abused her and she found herself loving it! He released her nipples and allowed her to clean up somewhat, though he was always right next to her, never letting her out of his sight. 

After she was somewhat cleaned up, she sat on the commode to relieve herself, somewhat embarrassed that he stood there watching her, but then he inched closer and rubbed his semi soft cock on her lips, "Suck it," he ordered and she opened her mouth as he entered, then rode along her tongue until he contacted the back of her throat and then began a slow, steady fucking of her mouth while she sat on the commode. He reached down and grabbed the twine attached to both of her nipples as it dangled down and began to pull at them as he fucked into her mouth and she felt the weird feelings encompass her once more, "Piss," he ordered and she forced herself to void as he fucked her mouth and pulled at her nipples, the sheer nastiness of it all seemed to turn her on as she voluntarily took as much of him in her mouth as she could.

Her hands now free, she began to massage his balls as he fucked her mouth and felt the power they held as well as the cum she desired, she wanted to taste him, to swallow him, what had she become? He jerked hard on the twine as he emptied himself in her mouth and she swallowed it all down like a woman who had not eaten for days, her hand leaving his balls to milk the last remnants of his load onto her tongue. He withdrew and she wiped as he pulled her to her feet by the twine around her nipples and led her back to an office that had a small bed, he laid her down on it on her back and brought out some rope. He tied it around one ankle, then ran it up around the back of her neck and pulled it taught, forcing her leg back up over her chest, then he brought her other ankle up even with the first and tied it off, she was now completely open and spread before him. With her knee socks still on, the rope didn't hurt her ankles too much, but it did chafe her neck, then he tied her wrists to the old metal headboard and finally, her nipple restraints were tied to her big toes nice and tight, so that any movement would pull them outward. He stood back a moment and admired his handiwork, then he produced a riding crop and began to slap at her all over, taken special care to slap her clit several times, this made her jerk her ankles and pull at her nipples at the same time. He rubbed the riding crop through her moist pussy and then made her suck it, she was no stranger to tasting herself, but this somehow made it even more sexy, being made to do it.

After twenty minutes of her abuse, he slowly climbed on the bed and rubbed his now hard cock up and down the wet slit of her pussy, causing her to moan in anticipation, but he wouldn't put it inside. She tried to buck up to drive him inside, but all she succeeded in doing was stretching her poor nipples even more, finally he began to inch inside, her pussy fought to grasp him and pull him all the way in, but he was relentless as he only slowly entered her, but each new intrusion of his cock felt heavenly as her vaginal walls grasped his hardness. When he finally had fed her hungry pussy all of his cock, she let out a groan as he flexed it about, expanding the head deep inside of her, then he began to slowly fuck her, the slowness of it all was driving her insane, she need to be fucked hard and badly! 

He began to pump harder and pull and push on her legs, making her nipples stretch and relax as he inserted or withdrew, the feeling were driving her nuts and she exploded into a series of orgasms that rocked her body as well as her mind and she screamed out, her vaginal walls grasping his cock as hard as they could until finally, he drove deep and she felt his cum erupt deep inside of her, she fell back silent, totally wasted from the experience as he lay across her widespread legs and worked to catch his own breath. Her legs were so tired that she could see they had fallen somewhat and her poor nipples were incredulously stretched out from her tits, he pulled out and left her that way, she could feel his cum oozing out and over her anus as it pooled on the mattress beneath her.

After another 30 minutes, her legs began to hurt and he finally released them and her nipples, this time he took off the nipple restraints completely, but left her hands tied to the bedpost, he then straddled her chest and pushed his cock at her mouth, she didn't hesitate to take his soft cock into her mouth and suck. After another few minutes, she had him hard again and he got off and this time retied her ankles alongside her wrists as he rubbed his hard cock in their mixture still oozing from her pussy, but then he dropped his cock lower and entered her ass once more as he watched the grimace on her face. As he slowly fed her ass his cock, he delighted in her facial expressions, but once she was once more accustomed to his cock in her ass, she began to love it as he fucked her there. 

He fucked her ass a long time and she even came once because of it, then he once more unloaded in her cute ass and she was wasted once more, barely moving as he freed her completely, then he picked up her white cotton panties and sniffed them before he dressed and put them in his pocket, he laid out the rest of her clothes by the bed and turned and left. 

Several hours later, she regained enough strength to dress and leave, without her panties of course, and headed home. The police were waiting as she got home and she told them she had decided to run away, but had changed her mind, it was a huge lie, but it was the story she stuck with and she wondered if she would ever see the man who had changed her sexual life forever again.

-End-



Missing



Eight months I have taken to cross this vast land. I had no conception of the vastness of this continent. Looking at a map of Australia one never realises the vast distances there is between towns, well a few houses clustered together in this land is called a town. Now here I was standing on the escapement looking down at the City of Perth. In the east I was told it was just a hick town, no night life and the kangaroos run all over the streets.

In the distance I could see the outline of tall modern buildings and as far as I could see was houses, not the hick town as the Sydneysiders said. This is a country whish only ever mentions the three eastern states, as I have found out in my travels. This state is the largest state accounting for one third of the continent, yet some people I have met in the east couldn't even tell me the name of the capital. This is also the state which the rest of Australia depends on for its natural resources, without this state there would be very little national wealth, but it was treated as a poor relative by the people of the three eastern states.

I had arrived a fit eighteen year old and now I was even fitter, my muscles had hardened and I think nothing now of walking fifty kilometres a day. I'm a bit taller as well, when I left I was six feet five but I am sure I've put on at least another two inches. My backpack used to feel heavy on my back and I leant forward to take the weight. Now I am walking upright and hardly feel the weight at all. I took the advice of two Royal Marine Commando friends of the family and packed my pack on their instructions and found that their advice has meant I have never been in a situation I couldn't handle.

A curved pruning saw, small axe, ex-army entrenching tool to bury my waste both human and other. A good sized light tent, a good ground sheet cum poncho and an extra large sleeping bag, only one change of outer clothing, three changes of underwear and socks, a woolly pullover, two one day ration packs (which I have never touched) a compass, and a good wind-up waterproof watch, plus toilet ware, was all one actually needed. I had a few extra small items such as my camera and notepad.

I tried every week to send home any film I had used and a letter telling my parents what I had been up to and also to let them know I was alright.

I eventually got into the centre of the city by rail and was amazed at the cleanliness, everything looked clean, maybe it was the bright sunlight, but there was no litter lying on the streets unlike British and eastern state cities.

I booked into a backpacker's hotel and met Frank who had just returned from a two year trek of Europe and Britain. He told me he was waiting for his father to pick him up and take him home. I was shocked to find that his home was in the north of this state and was about as far away from Perth as I had travelled in the past eight months. He persuaded me to come and see the Kimberley; also we would be flying over the famous Bungle Bungle ranges. 

His father came to Perth on business at least four times a year and usually stocked up with items that was hard to come-bye. He was sure his father wouldn't mind an additional passenger.

The next day we taxied to the busiest light plane airport in Australia to meet his father. Not only was his father there but his grandmother.

"So you would like to trek the Kimberley?" this smiling, tall, weather-beaten man in a battered wide brimmed hat asked me.

"I've just trekked across from Sydney and I would like to see more of this vast country sir."

"God we don't call people sir here, I'm Bill and this is Gran, everyone calls her Gran. Now let's get you seated, sorry you will have to sit at the back with Gran. We have all the other seats out to get the things we bought stowed. Anyway Gran always sits at the back; she says she feels safer there. Frank will sit up front with me, since he is also a pilot and I want to have a chat with him. We'll be landing at Newman for a meal and I have to see someone there. So make yourself comfy we have a long flight ahead of us."

The view from the small window was lovely and clear and I was surprised by the sudden disappearance of any habitation after about twenty minutes of flying. Now there was only brown bush below us, that went on and on, with very little change in the scenery at all. Occasionally I saw a road but even on that I could see no transport. To say the land was vacant would be how one had to describe it. Four hours later we arrived at Newman, I was glad the town was pointed out to me when we were in the air for there was no sign of it when we landed.

Gran, Frank and I sat in the waiting room and ate a prepared meal, whilst his father went and saw the person he was meeting. We were there only about an hour and a half before we took off again once more heading north. Gran pointed out items of interest but once again it was a barren wasteland. Over the Great Sandy Desert and then we hit turbulence and Gran said we had reached the Bungle Bungles and I saw as far in the distance these well known small mounds reaching for the sky. 

Then the plane lurched and where the pilot sat was a great gapping hole, what had caused it I had no idea. The cockpit was now vacant with wires flapping in the wind. The engines had stopped and we were on a slow glide to earth. Slow, well we weren't spiralling, gliding more like it but at a slow angle. Then there was this tearing noise as the light suddenly changed and the last I could remember was us plunging into this deep canyon, then oblivion.

I came too being held in my seat by the seat belt, I was bent in half looking at the ground a good six feet below me. The other part of the fuselage I could see belly down about ten to twelve feet away and my pack still tied to the bundle of whatever goods Bill had been transporting through the torn off rear section of the plane. There were no wings to be seen but the smell of avgas was strong in the air.

Then I suddenly thought of Gran who had been sitting in the seat on the opposite side of the isle from me. I looked sidewise and I could see she was hanging exactly like I was. I prepared myself, hit the seat belt lock and I dropped down to the earth and landed on my feet, but I felt real dizzy. The tail section I saw was snagged on a tree and dropped about two feet when I dropped. I am glad it didn't drop all the way for it would have landed on top of me as it was I was head and shoulders inside the broken tail section.

I reached up and released Gran's seat belt and caught her as she fell and carried her out of harms way and laid her down on the ground. I had just done that when the tail section landed on the ground and fell back onto the tree which had snagged it.

I looked up and saw only a sliver of sky. Somehow we had passed through that gap and landed in this canyon with the overhanging sides. At least it was nice and cool in the shade.

I was kneeling all this time by Gran's side and wondering what I was going to do, when she opened her eyes and looked right at me.

"Oh I'm still alive, what happened?"

"It looks as if we crashed inside a deep canyon with overhanging sides. Its going to be difficult for a search party to spot us down here, I only hope the wings and engines are up top so they could spot us."

"My boys are dead, aren't they?"

"I think they were dead before we even hit the ground. We seemed to have been struck with something which totally tore away the cockpit area with Bill and Frank. How do you feel, are you hurt anywhere?"

"My stomach is very sore; I think the seatbelt cut into me quite bad."

"Come on Gran lets have a look at it. We'll have to look after one another until the rescue party gets here."

"I am wearing a dress and it would mean me taking it off to look."

"Ok Gran I'll turn my back and you check, will that do?"

"Yes, that will do fine."

I turned and heard her struggling with her dress.

"Young man, I do need your help, I can't lift the dress I am that sore. I will have to ask you to do it for me."

"My names Chris, Gran and I will help you." I turned and helped her get the dress over her head exposing her partially dressed body. I expected an old woman to be wearing big cotton briefs etc., but no, she had on frilly lemon and lime laced panties and bra. The worst was the badly bruised abdomen where the belt had dug in. She must be in a good bit of pain with that amount of bruising."

I helped her put her dress back on. "Gran I think you had better lie down and rest, take it easy I will set us up a camp and we will stay near the plane so that searchers can find us. I see we have plenty of water. So you stay right there."

There was water aplenty, there was a lovely 30 foot pool about twenty yards away and I could see water seeping from the rocks making a little stream which fed the pool.

I thought of using the fuselage as shelter but there was too much jagged metal sticking all over the place. I retrieved my pack and put it aside as I examined the pile of items Bill had been transporting. There was tea, sugar, coffee in tins, flour, lots of dry package items, a new rifle and a number of boxes of ammunition. I know nothing of rifles except that they fire bullets and kill things. There was also a solar powered lantern and six solar garden lights one sees in driveways. I took some sugar and a box of tea bags, grabbed my pack and made for a small cave I spotted in the side near the spring.

Since there are no predators in Australia I knew there would be no wild ferocious animals in the cave, it wasn't very deep and I could see it had been used before for there were outlines of hands sprayed on the walls. This would suit us fine. We were close to the aircraft, near water and out of the elements. I propped my pack against the wall spread the ground sheet and rolled out my sleeping bag, and walked back to where Gran was lying. I picked her up and carried her back to the cave and lay her on the sleeping bag.

"That's the best I can do for now Gran. I'll get a pot of tea on the go, sorry no milk though."

"There should be a box of evaporated milk amongst the supplies. I got it for me as that is how I like my tea."

"Thanks Gran, I'll get the fire lit and then go see if I could find the milk for you."

There was plenty of dry wood around; in fact the place was littered with it. The only thing wrong with that was it would give off very little smoke to attract attention to our position. I got the largest mess-tin I had and filled it with water, got the fire going in a circle of stones that was already there and went for Gran's milk. By the time I returned the water was boiled and using my mug and the small mess-tin I made two cups of tea.

"Only milk Chris," Gran shouted as she watched me preparing her drink.

The tea was very refreshing as I sat by her side propped up against the caves wall. "Gran how long do you think we will be here?"

"I have no idea, sometimes the search parties find missing people in a couple of days, other times its years after when they find the remains. It was only a month ago that they discovered the remains of a plane that came down during the second world war that was sixty years ago."

"I have no idea even where we are and I have no idea which way to go to get help, so I think we had better stay where we are and hope like hell that someone finds us," I added.

"That's the best thing to do in this country, sit where you are, it may be difficult but that is the best way, believe me I have lived all my life in these remote areas and we are forever coming across people who have left their vehicles, dead of course, very seldom do we find live ones."

"Thanks for cheering me up Gran, I can't keep calling you Gran. You must have another name."

"Promise you won't laugh, Gertrude."

"I'll call you Gerry is that alright by you?"

"Yes that's alright Chris."

By now it was getting dark and cold, bitter cold.

"Gerry, we will have to share my sleeping bag, as neither of us can sleep out in the open. That way we can keep each other warm."

"I was going to suggest that myself, but didn't know how you would take it," she said.

"Gerry you are quite safe I can assure you."

I stripped down to my underpants and I helped Gerry off with her dress, then we got into the sleeping bag. I zipped up the sides and turned my back to her and she cuddled up behind me. That was how I woke the next morning I had slept like a log and I was starving. I was also as hard as a rock and dying for a pee. I slipped out of the sleeping bag grabbed my entrenching tool and only wearing the thongs I carry on the outside of my pack got some distance away from the cave. Dug a hole had a crap and pee. And used some broad leaved plant to wipe my arse with, filled the hole again and returned to the cave.

"Do you always wake up with such an erection?" Gerry asked.

I didn't know where to look or how to answer her so I tried to change the subject. "I have to dig a latrine for us to use, no point digging little holes all over the place."

"Good idea. Could you get me the rifle and ammunition from the plane, I bought it to shoot vermin and I can see our breakfast."

I walked down again to the plane and on the way down decided I would during the day bring all the stuff up to our cave, saving all this walking back and forth. I grabbed her rifle and ammunition and took it back to her. By this time she was dressed and on her feet and looked a lot better already. She loaded the rifle and then crouched away down the side of the embankment. Shortly afterwards I heard a single shot and a shout. "Chris." I actually ran thinking she had fallen or something.

There she was pointing at a dead kangaroo. "Pick it up and bring it back, I'll show you how we can eat this. You get a good fire going, I'm not going to do as the aborigines do and just throw it on the fire and let it burn, I'll butcher it with your help."

Gerry set about butchering the carcass, after I gave her my knife. I took my small saw, axe and entrenching tool and went and dug a latrine. Once through the top layer the digging was easy and soon I had a good deep hole. I then covered it with branches leaving only a small opening two forked branches driven into the ground and a straight one inserted in the crutches gave a good safe seat. There must be some paper in the aircraft I could use for toilet paper.

By the time I had done this and went down to the pool and had a wash and shave Gerry had the meat cooked on spiked sticks and a cup of tea ready. So at least we had something substantial inside of us as I started transporting all the goods from the plane to the cave. This task took me all day, stopping every now and again listening for the sound of a plane or someone searching for us.

It was frustrating having no radio or any means to let us know what was going on in the outside world. Did they think we were dead, and give up, I doubt it they had years of experience looking for lost people in this vacant land.

The sun goes down quick mostly due to the small aperture we have to the open sky, and when it does it becomes very cold very quick. What other thing do we have but crawl into the sleeping bag? I noticed that Gerry's bruise was now purple and brown the bluish tinge had gone already.

"Gerry you have quite a nice body for an oldie."

"We will have less of the oldie, you cheeky bugger," she said with a smile on her face.

This time I was lying on my back, not feeling the least bit tired and Gerry was lying in the crook of my arm all snuggled up with an arm across my stomach. We couldn't even see the sky from here just a grey darkness with the water glistening.

"Do you think we will be here long Chris?"

"You know this land; I hope not, I have a lot of living to do yet."

"And loving, if I know you young lads."

"Yes and that too, it would be a shame missing out on that."

"Well you needn't miss out on that, I'm here."

"Gerry surely you are past that now?"

"Who ever told you that, I get the urges still, maybe not as much as I once did, but I still do, like now for instance. I feel I need someone to comfort me; maybe this is going to be my entire world. Would you comfort me Chris?"

"I don't know, I've never been with someone like you I would be frightened that I hurt them."

"How could you hurt me?"

"Well I'm a big chap and you are a little old lady."

As I said this she reached down under my underpants and clasped my penis in her hand and I hardened in a second."

"You are big, but not all that big, maybe this oldie could accommodate you better than some of the young ones, anyway we have more experience."

"You don't mean it Gerry, do you?"

"Yes, I do and I will show you."

I felt her slip her panties down and then off. Unzipped her side of the sleeping bag and draw down my underpants and sat astride my hips in less time than it took to write this. She inserted my penis into her hot and I found moist vagina and just lowered herself down. I felt myself slowly penetrating her warm body and it felt better than any woman I had previously entered. She seemed to be able to engulf me so easy. I thought I was really big in that department and even had some complaints from women that I was too big for them to take, but here was this little old lady with the greying hair just sliding down my shaft until she had totally engulfed it, and sitting on my thighs.

"Well you see, no bother, and I haven't broke. Now you do your part and keep an old lady happy."

I needed no second reminder, I rolled her over onto her back and slowly withdrew and once again sink into her moist passage. Her legs were raised and she was now encouraging me to really satisfy her. My opinion of older woman was changed at that moment and I vowed that I would forget the fickle young for women like Gerry. She was right she was giving me more satisfaction with her rolling hips and movements than any one else ever had. I even felt her reach a climax as I continued on until I shot my four millilitres of sperm into her body.

"That's right Chris, let me have it all I can't get pregnant so don't you worry, I love to feel that hot stuff of yours enter my womb."

I just left my penis in her warm pussy as I rested on my elbows with her under me and she put both arms around my neck and kissed me on the mouth. I never thought anything wrong in that and returned her kisses.

"Chris, you know we may die here. I don't want you to end your young life not having a woman as much as you want. I will give you as much loving as you want. I love to feel you inside me as I am sure you love to be inside me, so anytime we can make love."

"Gerry you may regret having said that, you could be letting yourself in for a lot of this."

"Oh what a wonderful way to die, you give me that cock of yours anytime hear."

Slowly I felt myself swell again inside of her body. "Well Gerry I suppose you feel that also."

"Oh and it's wonderful to actually feel you getting hard inside me. You know I will love you back as much as you give."

I lifted her hips this time and started pushing into her body feeling her hard cervix every time I was fully entered and she was crying out for me to even go harder. At first I was a bit reluctant so I gradually thrust harder and harder and Gerry was pushing back into me harder each time until I could hear the slap of my thighs banging into her bottom and really pounding into her. It took a lot longer this time until once again I deposited my load into her body. I gently lowered her down and I slipped out and we lay entwined in each others arms.

Waking with a woman hugging me wasn't something I was used to and as usual I was as hard as a rock.

"Gerry I don't know who is the most randy, you or me. Are you sure you want me at this time of the morning?"




Missing



"I told you anytime I will willingly submit."

"I don't want you to submit Gerry."

"Well I'd love you to make love to me anytime, I realise what I have been missing, and will take all the loving you can give."

I turned her around and got her on her knees with her head down and got behind her I placed my penis on the little mound under her crack and pushed in, sinking to my full depth in a slow easy passage. I gripped her hips and just pulled her into me. Gerry let out a long sigh as I done this.

"Oh God that was wonderful, drive it into me I just love feeling that boner of yours in my body."

For an old lady she really loved getting poked, if they were all like this I definitely had been chasing after the wrong age group in the past. I pumped into her soft body her buttocks were like cushions as my lower stomach smacked against them. I took my hands away and slipped them up her back and undid the bra clasps releasing her breasts then leant forward and took one in each hand. They were lovely and pliable and I was teasing her nipples as I thrashed into her body. Once again spurting my sperm in her moist, hot passage, which so readily took my large penis.

I leant back and brought her back up to my chest and my arms were tightly around her chest.

"God Gerry, I could fuck you all day, you are so lovely."

"I wish you could but I expect Mother Nature would somehow prevent it. I suppose you think me a wanton woman allowing you to use my body as you wish?"

"No Gerry I love you and respect you too much for that. I think we should go and have a good bath and get a good start to the day."

"A very good idea I want to wash out my things anyway, I hope you don't mind seeing me in the nude until my clothes dry?"

"A great idea we will both stay in the nude until your clothes dry."

We got out of the sleeping-bag and I opened it up and draped it over a bush to air whilst we walked to the pool. Me with my penis swinging against my thighs and Gerry's breasts swinging on her chest just like in a nudist's colony.

During the next few days Gerry found a new way to sit, on my thighs with me rove up her. It has become her favourite position for sitting. We have sat for hours in this position discussing her two friends and how they would be envious of her having a young stud like me, satisfying her all the time. Her two friends were slightly older but she knew would be just as eager as she was.

"You know Chris if we hadn't had the plane crash I would have gone to my grave never having had another man. Now two, three and even four times a day we have sex, I've never had so much in my entire life as I have had with you."

"Gerry, I have to tell you something too, if it hadn't been for the crash I wouldn't have found out about how mature ladies still loved sex. I would still have been chasing women of my own age. Maybe one day I will meet one of my own age, but from now on I'm going to stick to mature ladies they are more fun."

"Well I'll get you started once we get back for now I am certain that we will be rescued."

During one of our hunts on the wreckage we found Gerry's missing case with her spare clothes, there wasn't many but enough to allow her to change dresses, and underwear.

Eleven weeks to the day we crashed four aborigines walked into our area by the pool, two women and two men.

Gerry rushed over to them and was able to speak to them in their own dialect which to me sounded like nothing on earth. The two women stayed with us and the men turned and went back the way they had come. All sexual activities stopped from that point. Even although I never understood what the three women said we sat around the fire and chatted. Gerry translating as we went alone.

On the third day we heard the sound of a number of helicopters overhead, and then an hour later the Police arrived.

"We thought you were dead, we covered this area twice but saw nothing. You seemed to have survived real good. Your daughters and daughter have been informed and are waiting for you back home," said the Police Officer.

I went and packed my backpack, rolling up the sleeping bag that had now so many memories. When it was all packed I walked to the police.

"Well young man we knew nothing about you. Gran says you really looked after her and that she wants you to stay a while so she can show you the area you intended to visit."

Soon on arriving back to where Gerry lived everyone was there to meet her and I was left in the background. I thought now that she is back with her own I would be forgotten, but no Gerry came over to speak to me once she got away from everyone.

"My friend Iris, she is one of the ones I talked to you about is going to take you in for a couple of weeks and show you around. I have told her about us and she is as keen as mustard to have some of the same. I'll be round for some also so save some for me." She raised herself up and gave me a real sloppy kiss. "I love you Chris, really I do." She turned away and in a short time returned with this other grey haired lady.

"Chris this is Iris, fuck her good, just like you did me."

"Gerry must you tell him that straight out."

"Iris I have nothing to hide from Chris, we have done it all. You must realise we thought we would die out there so we hid nothing. You do the same and you won't regret it." She turned away and her family gathered once again round her, there was quite a few too ranging from babes in arms to grown men and women.

"I suppose she has spoken to you about me too?"

"Yes how you would like to be fucked by a young man like me, and I'd like to fuck you too Iris."

"Well that's plain enough, get your things and we can go home."

Like everyone else here she had a four-wheel drive vehicle covered in red dust. I threw my kit in the back and we departed the homestead in a cloud of dust. It took an hour to reach Iris's home. I picked up my pack and we entered her house. She had the air-conditioner on and it was lovely and cool inside.

Iris was dressed in a floral dress, which I could see the outline of her panties and bra through it, it was that thin. Her hair style was almost identical to what Gerry's was when I met her in Perth. She was slightly taller than Gerry and had enormous breasts and her face, arms and legs was really sunburnt. At the moment she was lost standing in the middle of what I would call the living room.

"What's up Iris, don't know how to say it. Do you want me to say it for you? Let's get into the bedroom."

"The exact words," she said with a smile.

I followed her along the passage and we entered her bedroom and I started stripping as she stood by the bed.

"Well get your clothes off woman, I've got what you want or have you changed your mind?"

"No, no I was just thinking how long it has been since I saw a man undressing to go to bed with me." Then she pulled the dress over her head and climbed into bed with her panties and bra on, cotton panties and plain white bra. She looked away when I dropped my trousers and kept her head looking the other way whilst I got into bed beside her.

"Why have you still got your underwear on Iris?"

She never replied but wriggled her hips with her hands under the clothes and then dropped her panties on the floor. The bra came next and these huge mammaries just flopped out on to her chest. Yes she was quite a bit older than Gerry, but I loved the look of these sagging breasts as much as a woman with firm ones. I pulled her to me and she threw her arms around me pressing her body on to mine.

I took one of these breasts in my hand and brought the nipple up to my mouth and took the nipple into my mouth and rolled it around my mouth. This caused her to take in a lungful of air and she let it out in little puffs. When I planted my hand on her hairy mound she clamped her legs together.

"Why did you do that Iris?" I said after removing my lips from her breast.

"I don't know, natural reaction I suppose." But now she opened up giving me access to her very moist cleavage. She must have been fantasising all the way here for she was as wet as hell.

I rolled over on top of her and she immediately opened and raised her knees. I took my penis in my hand and guided it to her vagina and just sunk in about two inches. She was as tight as a virgin.

"Gerry said you were huge but it feels it will be impossible to get it in."

"Just you relax sweetheart, you will have the lot and then we can really swing."

Even although she was relaxed and trying to push also it was slow going as I slowly engulfed my rod into her tight passage. Then as if by magic when I was fully in and had stretched her to accommodate me, the muscles relaxed and I was able to slide in and out with ease.

"How do you like it Iris, slow and gentle or deep and rough?"

"Oh a lot harder than what you are doing, please."

She had her arms around me and now her legs were well up and I was striking her back thighs as I was fully penetrated. I treated her as I treated Gerry and she was begging for even more, she had her legs now that high that when I leant back away from her arms I took her legs in my arms and pounded into her with her feet above my head. She climaxed that much I thought she was electrocuted and I shot my load deep inside her, let her legs drop and bent forward taking a breast in each hand as I came forward.

"Oh, Iris that was sensational, you may have been tight at first but you soon got used to me."

"I too see why Gerry is so happy having this all these weeks must have put her in heaven. Oh I hope I get a bit more of this, but not too much I just couldn't take too much of this."

Too late I was getting hard again and I started moving in and out of her now saturated pussy, bumping her cervix with every thrust. Soon she was responding rolling her hips and keeping time with me as we once again, but a little gentler this time fucked each other. When at last I finished I pulled her over on to her side and still embedded inside of her fell asleep.

I awoke on my own but I could hear her singing in the other room. A short time later she appeared at the door all smiles. "Come on lover I have cooked a breakfast for you."

Without even washing I pulled on my dirty clothes and went into the other room and ate the breakfast which Iris had prepared for me. This lady just sat at the table and stared at me as I ate.

"I feel twenty years younger to-day, I thought once would be enough to satisfy me but when you done it again I realised I wanted more and more."

After I had eaten and was just going to go for a shower she came over beside me and reached down and grabbed my penis through my trousers. "What about now Chris, then we can both go for a shower."

So right there standing with her holding on to the table I entered her from the rear this time oh so easy, sliding into that lovely warm receptacle and holding on to her hips pumped her once again full of my sperm. We then went and showered together.

For the next two weeks we took every opportunity to indulge, I never saw Gerry all that time. Then one day with only a week to go before my visa expired Gerry turned up with this very elegantly dressed lady called Florence in a new shinny Range Rover driven by a man in livery, which was out of place in this location.

Florence was upper class English and you would think looking at her that you would think sex was the last thing this lady would ever think about, far less indulge in. She had only returned from the USA and was now on her way to Perth.

"This is Florence, Chris my other friend I told you about, sorry to give you such short notice but Florence will take you down to Perth, but she needs to leave now."

I packed my backpack in ten minutes and kissed Iris and gave her a big hug. "Thank you Iris, I loved the short time we had together and I will keep in touch." Tears were flowing down her cheek and when I went into the living room Gerry flew into my arms and kissed me as we had done all these weeks together.

"I love you Chris, please write us, you have changed my life for ever."

I departed with Gerry and Florence watching Iris's figure disappear from view.

At the tiny airport which was only a long strip of tarmac with a little building at the side, sat a Lear jet. This time I was going in style, I thought I would be nervous getting on a plane again but no I boarded without any nerves at all and this time sat near the front with Florence sitting across from me. It was strange she has hardly spoken to me all this time maintaining this holier than thou attitude.

This trip was a lot shorter and we landed at the main Perth airport where a car was waiting to whisk us to the large Hyatt hotel on the banks of the Swann River. She an elegantly dressed dowager me a tall well built scruffy dressed youth. She had two adjoining rooms booked, I was her grandson she told the clerks and she was here to see him off on his return home.

The first thing I did on getting into my room was to have a good shower and tidy myself up. I had three days before my flight left Perth and if Florence was as bad as Gerry and Iris I would be spending them all in bed.

A knock on the door was the start. I opened it and Florence slipped in dressed only in a housecoat. She came straight into my arms and planted a kiss full on the lips.

"I expect you thought I was very cold all the way down, in fact I was boiling inside wanting to grab you there and then. Gerry told me how big and beautiful you are, I must have a piece of that. If these two friends of mine have enjoyed it so much you must be good," she said as she moved me back against the bed. For an old mature lady she really was quite strong.

My towel fell to the ground and she shed her housecoat which revealed her nude body. God she was really in good shape, breasts not as big as the other two and still looking good. I turned her so she was lying on the bed with her legs over the edge. There was no hesitation here, she opened her legs and I got between them and she put her hand down and guided me into her moist passage. I seemed to be slipping in a lot easier so I dropped my hand to her vulva lips and found she had used a lubricating jelly as I felt it between my thumb and forefinger. Well at least it won't be a discomfort for her the first time.

Even with the artificial lubrication I had to stretch her unused vagina into a shape to accept my penis both width and length.

"Oh yes Chris I see why Gerry and Iris are so happy God it's stretching me."

I carried on slowly and quite easily getting my whole length in and started a slow withdrawal and enter.

"Yes just keep it like that slow and easy Chris but push it right in, I want to feel it as far in my body as you can get."

So different from the other two she wanted it slow and I liked this way too, I could watch her facial expressions as she savoured the feel of a young man entering her elderly body. Yes these three ladies confirmed that from now on I'm sticking to this age group who really appreciated and gave all for clean sex. The best thing there was no fear of pregnancy, so you can go all the way as many times as you are able and they all seemed to come back for more.

It was lovely being encased by a lovely smelling lady and she now had her legs tightly locked around my waist as I sank time and time again into her. I also had my hands under her bottom pushing her into me so she could get what she wanted and allowed me to get as deep a penetration as I could. I shot my wad into her and her eyes lit up and opened wide as she felt my stream enter her body.

"You don't realise how I like that feeling, God your kind to me, why have we so short a time together, I'll be longing for you all the time."

Yes she was as bad as the others, she almost lived in my room, and always naked except when we went for meals, but then a quick dash back up from the dinning room to continue where we left off. I was a typical nineteen year old, with a perpetual walking hard-on, always wanting more and more, so much so I had to stop for half a day as I was becoming sore.

On the day of departure Florence was at the airport to see me off and the tears were streaming down her face messing up all her make-up. Tears welled up in my eyes but never really came up I just had that feeling. I loved these three lovely ladies who had given themselves completely to me. Gerry, for initially not wanting me to die without having really tasted a woman's love.

I took my seat in the isle seat with all these thoughts going through my mind, looking down when a soft voice spoke. "Excuse me young man can you let me in to my seat."

There was a little silver haired lady about five feet tall smiling up at me as I allowed her to her seat. My journey back home wasn't going to be as boring as I thought it was. Soon we were chatting away, and when the lights were out we had a blanket covering us I had my hand up her dress fingering her very wet pussy.

We promised to meet when we got back home but I knew we wouldn't, but it showed me that there was an untapped source just waiting to be exploited.

The end (Well for the time being)



Missing Cousin



I live with my grandparents in a gated community in LA. It's a terrible place to live for a 21 year old guy. I'm constantly surrounded by the elderly and the complaining of various pains and aches. My question is why do old people have to complain about everything and anything. I mean last week my Grandpa gave the bag boy at the supermarket a half hour lector on the importance of saving the juice in the pickle jar after all the pickles were gone.

Anyway my life is terribly boring, all I do is go to work and music college. I'm not very attractive and that is probably why I never get invited out by my friends or ever have the courage to ask a girl out. I'm not fat but I'm one of those gangly guys that everybody look at like, what is that guys problem. You've probably seen me or guys like me walking down the street. 

The only upside is I'm also the guy that always has a gorgeous woman on his arm. The guy that people look at and go how the hell did he nab that hot chick? 

Anyway my life changed when me cousin came to live with us. Although let me be clearer, she actually is my grandfather's brother's daughter's daughter. I don't really know what exactly that makes her to me. My grandfather is actually my step-grandfather as well so I guess I'd call her my step-2nd-cousin? 

Well on with it. I came home from work one day and went to the kitchen to get a drink of water, when I saw her picture. Man she was unbelievable, she had a wonderful face, like a perfect ten. She had long brown hair that framed her face wonderfully and a body that was amazing. She wore a tight pink top in the picture that showed off her tight toned stomach and firm breasts. She wore a short jean skirt that allowed a great view of her wonderful legs.

I froze and stood there like a dummy staring at her picture. I didn't even see my Grandma walk in. 

"Hi honey, how was work?" She asked in a pleasant tone. 

"Who is this?" I asked, pointing to the picture.

Grandma glanced at the picture. "Oh that's your cousin Jillian. Isn't she a doll? She just graduated high school and is coming out here to go to college. She's going to live with us for a few months while she sets up herself in a dorm."

I brightened. "Really?" I put my glass back in the sink and went upstairs to change out of my uniform. I thought about the beautiful Jillian while I took a shower, doing what guys do in the shower with a fresh mind full of Jillian.

With such a beauty fresh in my mind I don't have to tell you that my shower was a very pleasant one. However when I got out of the shower I glanced at myself in the mirror and sighed. My gawky appearance stared back at me and my hopes of ever getting into a girl's pants, Jillian's or anyone else's, flew out the window.

Yet I didn't know it then but there were a few surprises in store for me. 

The weeks of summer pasted slowly and I had long forgotten about Jillian's arrival. With musician study and work, all thoughts of her were push to the back of my mind. Until my Grandma came to me on my day off in front of my computer working on the latest story for Literotica.

"I'll be back shortly, Josh." She said.

I spun to face her in my seat. "Where are you going?" I asked. 

"I have to go pick up Jillian from the airport." She said. "She coming to stay here, remember?"

I nodded. "Oh that's right, I forgot all about it." Inside of course I was cheering. Every loser wants a hot chick under his roof.

"I'll be back in a little while I don't know how bad the traffic is going to be." She said.

"Alright." I said.

So I waited eagerly for the angel to arrive.

I continued to work on my stories for a while but I found my mind wondering and it became too hard to focus on my writing. I shrugged the aches out of my fingers and picked up my guitar. I lost myself to my playing for I don't know how long.

I was finishing up a Dream Theater song when I heard a voice say. "Wow. Is that Dream Theater?" 

I jumped startled and glanced to my doorway. My jaw dropped as I saw the goddess for the first time in person. The picture that had been on the fridge did not do this girl justice at all. She practically glowed just standing there. She had the hair pulled back into a long ponytail showing off her smooth face and neck. She wore a black top similar to the one I had seen in the picture and I could clearly see that she did not wear a bra and her grapefruit breasts stood all by themselves. She had on a pair of jeans so I didn't get to see her legs but it was summer after all, hell I'd probably get to see her in a bikini.

Anyway, realizing that I still hadn't said anything I shook my head and strummed a power chord to pretend I was distracted. I nodded, "Yeah it was Home, you know Dream Theater?" I asked amazed that she would be into metal, much less a mildly popular progressive rock band.

She nodded. "Yeah my ex-boyfriend turned me onto them. Now I can barely stop listening to them." She came into the room and held out her hand. "You must be Josh, I'm Jillian."

I put my pick between my lips and shook her hand, her skin was like silk and her grip was light. "Yeah nice to finally meet you. I heard you were going to stay here until you got yourself into a dorm. You're going to go to UCLA right?"

She nodded. "Yeah I'm going to be in the medical program."

"Beautiful and smart. You must be like one in a million." I said with a smile, even though I wished instantly that I hadn't brought notice to her that I thought she was attractive. Jillian probably knew that everybody thought she was attractive though.

She blushed though, actually blushed. "Well thanks. But you are also one in a million." She said.

She lost me there. I wasn't one in a million at anything, and most certainly not looks, especially to a perfect ten like her. I blinked and frowned puzzled. "What do you mean?" I asked.

She shrugged slightly. "Well I don't know. How many guitarists can play near perfect Dream Theater?" She asked. "Of the millions and millions of players not many can play what you just finished."

I laughed. "Well I guess not."

She leaned back against the wall and motioned behind her. "I'm gonna go unpack, so I'll see you around. I want to hear you play some more." 

I nodded. "Alright. Anytime." 

Days passed and Jillian spent most of her time at UCLA getting tours of the campus and talking with various administration and students to get all the right classes. I have to admit the girl is on the ball.

One day we were all gathered around the table eating dinner when Jillian asked me, "Hey Josh, after dinner do you mind if I use your computer to look up some things and check my e-mail?" 

I shrugged, "Doesn't bother me."

I cleaned up the dishes while Jillian went up to my room. I stared straight out the kitchen window as I finished the dishes. Then it hit me like a brick against the wall. I had left my Literotica homepage on when I came down to dinner.

Dropping everything I dashed like lighting up to my room. "Jillian!" I cried hoping to get her attention away from the computer screen. I burst into my room to find her sitting in awe in front of the screen. "Jillian about that, I just like to write stuff and I," 

She turned slowly to look at me a look of shook on her face. "I don't believe you." She said slowly.

I raised my hands. "Hey come on now I just like to write about sex, seeing as how I never get any."

"You're Musicankane?" She asked in disbelief. 

I stopped cold. "What?"

She climbed out of the chair and grabbed my shoulders. "You are my favorite author on this site!" She said energetically.

"You actually read stories from there?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yes! I love erotic stories. I love your stories." She said.

"Uh, thank you?" I said.

She let me go and sat back in front of the computer. "I mean 'The Show' was a great twist on the typical celebrity story and 'Jake's Sisters' is one of the hottest stories on the entire site." She clicked to my member page. "I read about you after I read the first story and I just couldn't believe that a virgin could come up with this stuff. I remember laying in bed hoping you would lose your cherry and boggle everyone's mind with the hottest sex Literotica has ever seen." She turned back and smiled at me. "I never thought that I would be the one to show Musicankane what it was all about."

I blinked not quite realizing what she meant. "I don't think that's necessary. I'm glad you enjoy my work Jillian but maybe you should do whatever it is you wanted to one there and leave the rest out of it." 

She stood and came up to me. I didn't realize that I had been backing away until my back hit my closet. She moved real close not quite touching, and leaned her lips even closer so I could feel her breath against my lips. 

"What's wrong? I've seen you look at me. You telling me that you wouldn't like me to take hold of your hard cock in my little hands and jerk you off? Or maybe put you inside me." She pulled back just enough so that see could look into my eyes.

I swallowed hard. "It's not really that Jillian, it's just that we are family and I have never been with, well you know."

She reached back and pulled the hair tie out of her hair causing her ponytail to fall part and her long soft hair to fall around her face. A simple move that she somehow had made erotic and I balled my fists to prevent myself from giving it. 

"You're going to have to be with a girl eventually Josh. Unless you turn gay, but I know very well that you are not, I've read your stories and I can see you giving it everything you got not to sprout a boner right here and now." She said. "And as for the family part I didn't think you'd mind based on 'Jake's' little adventures." She made air quotes with her hands as she mentioned my story persona.

I moved away from her again and sat in the chair at my desk. I motioned to the computer, "These are just made up stories. Fiction, not real, hell the only reason I wrote 'Jake's Sisters' was to get actual feedback on my writing. Since Incest was the most popular topic I thought I'd give it a try. Believe me when I say I'd rather write about getting it on with Britney Spears or whomever." I explained.

She put her hands on her hips and smirked at me. "You have a stronger will than I thought. You know a regular guy would have leapt at my offer. I admire that."

I nodded. "I'm glad you think so. Now maybe we can put this behind us, like it never happened and get on with our lives."

She smiled. "Think again, Joshy boy. I want you even more, and believe me, I always get what I want." She turned and headed to my door but paused in the doorway. "I can be very good at seduction when I want to be. And I'm going to make you the best writer on Earth by the time I have finished with you." Then she left shutting the door behind her.

I turned to my computer and stared at the members page. "What have I gotten myself into?" I asked myself aloud. Sure I had fantasized about Jillian but that doesn't mean I actually wanted to act upon my incestuous inner thoughts. God my family would kill me. 

Then again she was a step cousin and not related by blood. Even if she was, she was a 2nd cousin and most states said that it was legal for second cousins to wed. I don't know about marriage, but sex, why not? 

I shut down my computer and began to take my bed down for the evening. As I peeled back the covers I wondered what Jillian would do to seduce me. I shook the thought out of my head, things like that would get me in trouble. I resolved myself that there was nothing Jillian could do that would ever get me to give in.

Now that I think back on it, I've never had a strong will.

Jillian had done nothing for days, regarding her promise. She seemed so caught up in dealing with getting her classes and her textbooks that I had begun to think that she had forgotten all about me. And I was relieved. 

One evening I was working on the next chapter of 'The Show', while everyone in the house was downstairs watching '24'. I was really working hard on the story because I wanted to get a really high rating with the next chapter and lots of feedback. 

I had become so engrossed in my work that I didn't hear Jillian come into my room. She watched me work for a second before startling me by saying calmly. 

"Is that the new episode of 'The Show'?" 

I jumped in my chair and my hands banged a bunch of nonsense on the keyboard. "Jesus! Jillian you scared the hell out of me." I cried. I quickly minimized the window so she would not be able to the steamy sex I had begun. 

Jillian chuckled as she saw me hide the window from her. "Oh come on now. I've read everything else, you don't need to hide it from me." She put on hand on the back of my chair and leaned over me, her long hair falling over my shoulder and the side of her firm breast grazing my arm. She clicked on the minimized bar and brought up the window.

She read quietly to herself and then smiled at me. "This is very hot already." She said and began reading it aloud to me in a sultry tone. 

"Jessica ran her hands over my chest from behind. Her fingers tracing my muscles and her body pressed close to mine. It was added sensation as I watched Eliza move on the table, her body moving hypnotically to the soft music. Jessica was supposed to be there as a bodyguard but I felt her own arousal from Eliza's performance." Jillian read. 

When she began again her hands were mimicking the motions of the story. I realized she was reading over my shoulder. "I couldn't forget what Eliza had done to Sarah but her motions were shoving away any thoughts other than obvious ones. This was a deal for the vampires, all part of the plan. I promised that I would kill them all and I keep my promises.

"Jessica's hands pulled my shirt open, some of the buttons just snapping away. Her hands felt electric on my skin and Eliza seemed to be finished dancing. She moved to her knees before me and ran her hands over my thighs. Jessica raised up behind me and began to neck my neck lightly." Jillian paused and I felt her breath on my neck.

I shook away. "Jillian stop." I climbed out of the chair and backed away from her. "I know what you're doing and you need to stop it right now."

Jillian purred lightly and motioned toward me. "Looks like you don't want me to stop."

I glanced down and realized that her little narration had gotten me hard and my little man was standing up in a tent in my sleeping pants. Jillian had a grin on her face and she licked her lips. For a moment my mind wandered over her beauty. She was unbelievable and she wanted me. I shook my head. Stop it you fool, it's wrong and you'll end up homeless or worse. I thought to myself.

I covered myself with my chair and glared at her. "It doesn't matter Jillian, we can't do this." I must be crazy. I felt like I was acting like I could just walk out my door and get any sex I wanted. I sighed and leaned against the chair. "Please just stop, ok?" I whispered.

Jillian shook her head. "Not going to happen, Josh. Why wont you do me?" She asked me. "Am I not hot enough? I'm sorry I cannot be Britney Spears or anything."

"Are you crazy? You are the hottest thing I've ever seen." I said in disbelief.

"Then why?" Jillian demanded more than asked.

"Because grandpa and grandma would kill me, for one. Not too mention that it's very legal and I don't really want to be thrown in jail for the next 25 years." I said.

Jillian stood up and lean toward me over the chair. "Actually it's not illegal, I'm a step cousin and not even a first cousin to begin with. Legally we could get married." She paused. "I'm going to medical school, I'm far from stupid Josh. As far as anyone finding out, I think we could hide it from them easily enough."

I stared down at the floor so not to meet her pleading eyes. I don't know how much more pushing I could take, if she continued this effort I knew I was going to break and that would be it. For a moment I wondered if it would be so bad as I imagined or if everything would be fine. 

"Please go Jillian." I said softly.

Jillian sighed and muttered to herself. "Better luck next time." Then she marched out of the room her hair flowing behind her as if an invisible fan were blowing on her. 

My eyes found her tight body as she left and I plopped onto my seat. I must be crazy. 

That night I lay awake thinking about all the possible thing I could do to Jillian. I don't know where or at what point I decided to go for it with her but I rolled over and fell asleep with the resolve that the next time Jillian tried anything I would go along with it and let the punches fall where they may, if they fell at all.

I don't know if Jillian knew whether or not I would change my mind if she gave me enough time to think on it. She was very distant from me for weeks this time, as if she was letting my mind drive itself into her arms. As I write this I wonder if she knew what was going on in my head.

The final weekend before school restarted was hot, like hell hot for LA. So to help us "kids" out my Grandma suggested going to the beach for the day. Jillian agreed and smiled at me. "Let's do it Josh, it'll be fun." I wasn't sure if she meant the beach or something else.

Unfortunately Grandma wouldn't let me say no so I found myself stuffing various beach items in my truck while Jillian took an hour to change into her swimsuit. It literally took her longer to put on less clothing than it took me to get a shower and dress for work. 

Finally she did come out of the house wearing a white T-shirt and pink shorts, with a green towel slung over her shoulder. Through the tee I could see a light colored bikini top underneath. 

"Finally." I said, climbing into the truck.

She stuck her tongue out at me. "I wanted to find the right swimsuit."

"The right swimsuit? God, how many do you have?" I asked.

"Seven." She said simply.

I put the car into drive and headed for the freeway. Traffic was light amazingly and we got to the beach in only twenty minutes. Even more miraculous than the traffic was the parking spot I nabbed right on the edge of the beachfront. 

Jillian got out and helped me bring the chairs down toward the water. I had been silent the whole trip afraid she would bring up the sex issue again. Although I had resolved to actually do her the next time she brought it up, a bring part of me was terrified. Like if I actually started to go along with her advances she would scream that she had only been kidding and I would be in deep shit.

But she didn't do anything; she didn't even act like she was waiting for the right time to do anything. It was as if it was gone from her mind. 

We set up our towels on the sand and the chairs on the edge of the towels so they faced the water. I glanced at all the people on the beach and marveled at the wondrous parking spot I got. The place was packed, people where everywhere doing everything from simply laying in the sun to bodysurfing in a swell that was decent size this time of the month.

I looked out toward the water and decided to go for a swim, but Jillian beat me to it. 

"I'm going to go swimming." She said, pulling her shirt over her head. For a moment I was stunned by her body. Her midsection was toned and her breasts were firm in her bikini top. I couldn't get over how perfect they were, so firm looking and soft. She shook out her hair and smiled at me.

"What are you staring at?" She asked knowingly.

I shook my head realizing that I had been gaping like a five-year-old. "I'm sorry I was just trying to decide on something." I said, my mind fighting for a way out.

"Oh? And what would that be?" She asked mockingly.

I glanced toward the water. "On how I was going to beat you to the water." I cried taking off toward the water.




Missing Cousin



"Hey!" She cried after me running to catch up. I always prided myself on being fast, outrunning bullies and such would do that to you, but she caught up and past me in no time, her lovely hair billowing out behind her. "Come on slow poke." She teased as she past.

She couldn't slow down in time and tripped as she reached the water. The water resistance suddenly slowing her feet down while her upper body kept moving forward and she fell face first into the water with a splash. I laughed and dived over her as she sat up. I dove head first over her into a four foot wave that crashed down on her head. I slide under the water for a few feet before coming up about twelve feet from the shore. Because of the high swells the water still only came up to my waist.

I was grinning as I spun to point at her. But paused when she wasn't there, for a moment my stomach sank. What if she had gotten hurt? 

Then I felt something slam on top of me from behind and it wasn't water. Jillian leaped onto my back and I toppled both of us into the water. She rolled off of me in the water and I stood up spitting out the salty water.

"Blah Jillian, don't be mad at me because you can't run." I said.

She only pointed at me laughing.

"You made me swallow water." I moaned.

She only laughed harder. I splashed her and she stopped laughing to spit out water. I grinned and she darted for me, but I moved back and swam away with backstrokes. She swam after me spouting obscenities and promises that I was dead if she got me.

I swam out further and flipped onto my stomach and rode a wave back toward the beach. I glanced around for Jillian but couldn't find her. I wasn't worried this time; I figured she would pop up when she wanted to. I walked slowly further out until the water was up to my chest before I turned to wait for a wave.

As I leaped forward to catch a wave something latched onto my trunks. Unable to stop myself the wave took me toward the beach and whatever had my trucks forced them right off of me. The waistband of the shorts caught on my foot and saved me from being drug to shore nude. 

I recovered in the water and spun to find Jillian grinning and holding my trucks in the air. The water was over my waist so no one could see anything but it didn't make me feel any better being nude in the ocean.

"Jillian." I spat. "Give them back. That's not funny, I'm naked here I wouldn't do that to you."

She smiled and with one hand reached back behind her. "Would you like me to loss this little top in a big wave? My poor breasts would be all exposed and in the open." she said in a teasing tone.

I remembered my decision to act on her next set of advances and I took a step toward her. "I dare you." I said slowly.

Jillian eyed me and drew her hand out from behind her holding onto an end of the bikini string and let the string fall. Her breasts seemed to expand at the release of pressure on them, but they did not sag in the slightest. Still held on by the string around her neck the bra did not fall away so I was only treated to a more voluminous view of cleavage. She seemed to expect my protest before she completely removed her top.

I gave her none and simply took a step toward her. "Well? I'm waiting." I said eyeing her chest.

She smiled. "Not going to try and stop me?" 

I shook my head. "Naw, I give up. You are just too irresistibly sexy for me and I can't refuse."

She smiled took on a more desired look and she closed the distance between us holding my trunks in her hand. "If that's the case why don't we finish this in the truck?" She said softly into my ear as if the nearest people over fifty yards away could hear her had she spoken aloud. 

I paused as her hand found my shaft under the water and gave me a light squeeze that near dropped me to my knees. I recollected myself and looked at her, her face mere inches from mine. I could see the hunger in her eyes, the sparkle in them that said "Fuck me in half." 

I swallowed and took my trunks from her. I slipped them on over my hard on and smiled. "Race you there." I spun around and started swimming wildly back to shore.

Jillian matched my stroke for stroke toward the shoreline until the water was too shallow to swim in and we both staggered the rest of the way to the beach. We ran to our beach set-up and clumsily gathered our things, I lugged the two beach chairs over my shoulder and Jillian wrapped her outer wear in the towels and balled them up.

She took the cars keys from the pouch I had hidden in the pocket of one of the chairs and we tossed the stuff in the trunk. Then she opened the backdoor and shoved me inside, and followed right behind me.

Her arms wrapped around me and I fell back on the seat with her on top of me kissing me deeply. I could feel her firm breasts pressing into my chest and loved it. My cock quickly regained it's firmness until it was a raging pole pressing against her tight firm stomach. Her lips pressed hard against mine to the point of hurting but I didn't care, I let her kiss me as she would. My inexperience left me just kind of mimicking her; she seemed to like it all the same.

Finally she pushed herself into a push-up position over me, her long still wet brown hair falling on my chest. Even though we had just climbed out of the salt water I could still smell the shampoo she used this morning. We shared the same shower so I knew she had used the Herbal Essences shampoo that grandma buys in bulk from Costco.

"You need to learn how to kiss, you're terrible." She said with a smile.

I shrugged. "You better teach me then."

She smiled wider and let one hand reach down the gently graze my cock. "Maybe later, I want to kiss something else right now." She sat on onto my thighs and gazed down at the tent in my shorts. She seemed to savor her first sight of it as she very slowly pulled my shorts down. My cock sprang out with a thud onto my lower abdomen and Jillian gasped and cupped my full balls, which sent a tingle through me and my cock jumped before her.

"Oh my, this is magnificent." She breathed scooting back further down my legs so she could lean her face right over my cock. She stared at it as if taking a metal picture of it before she did anything.

"I don't know about that." I said. I had written stories about guys with "perfect cocks" and whatnot but I never once believed I contained anything special in my own pants. I could be sure but my best guess was I was maybe 7 and a half inches long and fairly thick. Bigger than average, if average is only 6 inches, but not THAT much bigger right?

Yet Jillian shook her head. "You have one amazing weapon here. I've never seen one this big." She stated as if she had a lot of experience. I know for a fact that she had only had one boyfriend before and only had sex with him. I think she used the word never to emphasize how much bigger I was than Tyler or whatever her last boyfriend's name was.

She sat up and measured my cock with two hands over it. Once she had her hands far enough apart she pressed them against her and looked down. "I'd say that that's going to go pretty deep inside me. Maybe even into my womb! I've always wondered how that felt, some of the girls at school had spoken of it but I never had anybody who could get that deep inside me." She smiled at me. "It's like it's meant to be."

That thought of being fully inside her pounding into her womb made my cock jump. 

Jillian clapped her hands. "Where are my manners, I'm sorry you wanted to see me right?" She reached up and pulled her bra over her head and tossed it somewhere up front. 

Her breasts came to view for the first time and they were wonderfully firm and plump. Big enough to firmly grip in my hands but not big enough to sag in the slightest. Her nipples were small and centered and looked nice enough to nibble on. 

She lean forward again this time grabbing my cock tightly in her hand. The feel of her warm skin around my shaft sent a spasm through me and my cock jumped oozing a bit of pre-cum. She smiled and gently slid her hand up and down my shaft.

"Oh you're already dripping for me." She glanced at me. "I guess you are too excited to last too long. So I'm just going to have to make you shoot your cum all over my tits. We can fuck later ok?" She said.

I could only nod, afraid to say anything and break my concentration. I wanted to at very least feel her mouth around my shaft.

She eyed me and pulled my cock till it stood straight up at her mouth. "You are that close huh?" She asked.

I nodded slightly.

"Ok, no worries." She glanced at my rod and opened wide.

I briefly felt her mouth breath blow over my cock before I felt her lips wrap around the first two inches of my fuck-stick. I groaned and lost it instantly, my cock buckled like a shotgun and a massive spray of hot white cum shot into Jillian's wonderful mouth. She gasped and pulled away quickly clearly surprised. My cock buckled again and yet another spray for seed shot right between and on her breasts like a cream explosion on her chest. My cock buckled one more time and only a little dribble of white fluid oozed out of me.

Jillian looked piss for a minute her lips closed tightly. Her face seemed to be in a grimace and my heart froze. I hoped she wasn't angry for not warning her, but it happened to fast I couldn't help myself. She opened her eyes and looked at me, then she smiled and opened her mouth slightly. She stuck out her tongue which she had in a bowl shape, inside the little cup was a large puddle of my cum. 

Seeing the look on my face she chuckle which cause the puddle of semen to fall from her tongue onto her chin and tumble down further onto her navel. 

"Oops." she said, using her hands to gather up my cum from her body until she hand most of it in the palm of her hand. She looked at me and smiled. "Normally I hate the taste of cum but after having yours in my mouth for a moment I realize how good this stuff is." She said as she lapped the pool of white cream from her palm, swallowing it completely.

Then using her palms she rubbed the remaining semen into the skin of her breasts. "You sure come a lot, and all at once too, almost." She said, caressing herself. "Well I was going to let you fuck me bareback but until you can control yourself we better use a rubber. I don't want to get knocked up before school starts."

"I wouldn't want to knock you up either." I said. "Jillian maybe we shouldn't do this." I said sitting up. My cock had gone soft after such a massive explosion, but Jillian put a hand on my chest and forced me down.

"No you don't. You are not going to back out of this." She reached down and slide my trunks back up over my waist. "Look we'll just go to a 7-Eleven and get a box of condoms." 

She climbed off of me so I could get up, and she gave me a sexy look putting the tip of her index finger into her mouth. "Besides, don't you want me?" She asked, running her other hand along the crotch of her bikini bottoms. "Don't you want to slide that big hard cock deep into my womb?"

I nodded. "Fuck yeah I do." I cried climbing into the front seat and starting the truck.

Jillian giggled behind me and said. "Hurry." 

I drove back up the road toward home to a little corner Walgreens. I glanced at Jillian in the back and said. "Stay here."

She gave me a dumb look. "I'm topless back here goofball." 

"Oh right." I said shutting off the engine and climbing out of the truck. I went straight to the back of the store where they carried the medications like aspirin and allergy pills. Also where they kept a case full of several different kinds of condoms.  

I have never in my life have to buy a condom before and had no idea what to get. There were different brands and sizes. SIZES! What a stupid idea, I mean they just said small, medium or large but they didn't tell you how big each size was. Was medium 6 to 7 inches or what? I decided to grab large condoms and the paused again when I saw ribbed and lubed or non ribbed non lubed. The ribbed package said "for her pleasure." So I grabbed I package of Trojan Warm Sensations large.

When I got back to the car I noticed Jillian's bikini bottoms on the steering wheel. I turned around and saw Jillian bending over the backseat her bare ass and cunt in direct view of me. I swallowed and felt my cock rise again. I could see her bare cunt and she smiled back at me giving her ass a shake.

"Hey there big boy." She said. "Ready to fuck me?" 

I pulled out of the parking lot and floored it down the highway. It took me a few minutes to realize that I didn't know where we were going. We sure as hell couldn't go back home were the grandparents could catch us in the throws of passion. We couldn't just park the truck somewhere and fuck in the backseat either, the last thing we'd need would be a cop finding us and arresting us for indecent exposure.

"Hey where are we going Jillian?" I asked eying her in the backseat.

She was casually rubbing her cunt with her fingers and when she heard me talking she looked at me in the mirror and stuck her fingers into her mouth sucking her own juices off the end of her fingers.

"I don't care. Just hurry up and get your cock in my tight little pussy." She said.

"Fuck it." I cursed myself and headed up to the very top of a local park. Being Thursday there was no one at the park so we had the place to ourselves. Since I parked as far as I could away from the road, no one casually driving by would see the truck and come to investigate.

Turning off the engine I grabbed the box of condoms and dove into the backseat. Jillian giggled and wrapped her arms around me kissing me again. I tasted her tongue as she pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it gingerly and she pulled my trunks down. My cock sprang free and I kicked the shorts away.

Jillian reached down and stroked me softly while we kissed. I pulled the box of condoms out of the bag and showed them to her. 

"Are these okay?" I asked her.

She took the box and smiled. "Oh ribbed for me huh?" She giggled.

I took the box and opened it taking out an individually wrapped condom and opened it. I took it out and turned it over in my hand. Jillian took it from me and took hold of my cock. She fitted the condom to the head of my painfully hard cock and began to roll it down my shaft.

"Uh oh." Jillian said.

I glanced down. "What?" 

"It won't fit." She said.

I glanced down and saw that the condom only rolled about halfway down my shaft until my cock became too wide and the condom could roll no more. Worse was when she took her hand off the condom it rolled itself back off my cock and popped onto the seat. 

"I never bought condoms before I didn't know what kind of get." I explained. I started to reach for my shorts to go back to the store and get bigger condoms but Jillian put her hand on my cock and began to stroke me.

"Forget it." She said staring at my rod.

"What?" I asked.

She let my cock go and grabbed my shoulders, pushing me down onto the seat. "I said forget the condom. I need you now, inside me. I can't wait. I need to feel you filling me with this big hard cock." 

She startled me and raised herself over my aching erection. She took my knob in her hand and slowly lowered herself until the head of my big cock was wedged between her soft labia. I could feel the warmth of her pussy on my cock. 

She looked at me at my cock gave a massive throb against her. "Are you ok? Don't cum in me the second you're inside." She warned.

I could feel my balls huge and full of hot cum, even after the load I unleashed not half an hour earlier. But I was still at least a little ways from coming now and I nodded. "I'm fine but I don't know how long I'll stay fine." I said.

"Don't worry I just want to feel you inside me for a minute that's all. Then I'll pull you out and you can cum in my mouth again." Jillian said.

I smiled at her and felt her press onto my cock. She was tight and it took a bit for her to get just the head of my prick inside her. My tip entered her with a pop and she gave a wide eyed moan.

"Oh!" She whimpered. "My god you feel so good." She cried and lowered herself more onto me. 

I balled my fists and was digging my fingernails into my palm to keep from cumming as she velvet soft hole descended onto my shaft. She had to stop after my head plus another inch was inside her. I could feel her cunt walls rippling along my tip as if they were actually feeling the intruder between them. 

It felt so warm and wet and soft that I couldn't hold out much longer. "Jillian, I can't..." I started.

"Not yet, please. Just a little longer, let me get you all inside." Jillian cried. "God I'm so full."

She pushed harder now her face contorting as the rest of my cock slide deeply inside her until my knob hit something firm deep within her. She felt it too and she cried out loudly in pleasure. She sat very still for a minute not even her pussy moved around me. Her neck arched back and she let out a long wail that must have rattled my windows. Suddenly her cunt tightened around my cock like one of the blood pressure machines at the supermarket. First it all tighten around me at once like a silk fist then rippled wildly up and down like fingers. Her juices drenched my shaft and my balls squeezed sending my cum on its journey up my shaft.

In a panic I grabbed Jillian's hips and lifted her completely off of my cock. Jillian fell onto the seat next to me still in the throws of her orgasm. My cock exploded like a volcano sending eruptions of cream into the air and onto my stomach and Jillian's legs which where across my lap. 

After a rather large cum puddle formed against Jillian's shin I slumped back in the seat breathing hard myself.

We just sat there unmoving, for I don't know how long. It was long enough though that by the time Jillian began to sit up the cum had just dried into a white crust on my gut and her leg. It was like we ad tried to glue ourselves together.

Jillian shifted so she could lean against my and look into my eyes. She really had beautiful eyes and her hair looked great besides being a little tussled. She smiled, "You did it." she said. "Well almost."

"Did what?" I asked.

"My womb, you where almost there. One more push and that last inch of you would have pushed into my baby chamber. God how cool is that? It felt so good I almost didn't want you to pull out. Your meat filled me so much that I wanted to feel the warmth of your seed fill me even more. I wanted to know that your little seed people were inside me trying to find my egg." she said.

My cock jumped a little at her words, but was still no where close to being hard again. "Jillian we can't do that! I mean it, I can never cum in you." I said.

She began to stroke my chest with her fingertips. "That's what you said about having sex with me in the first place, and look what happened." She slide her hand down to the dried cum on my belly and peeled a cum flake from my skin. She looked into my eyes as she popped it in her mouth and sucked on it until it was once again a cream. She smiled and swallowed then moved her head down to lick the rest off of me.

As she licked and lapped at my stomach I found my hands rubbing her back and her ass, as she was now on all fours. My hands explored her wonderfully tight ass and I moved my finger to her slit to rub her there. She sighed contently as I slide my finger around her slit but never inside her. She was wet to the point of dripping, I could feel her juices dripping from my hand.

I watched as she moved down my body once again taking my flaccid penis into her mouth. She swabbed her tongue all over my rod getting our juices off of it.

"I like how our cum tastes when it's together." She said moving to my balls and suckling them into her mouth carefully.

Through all of this my cock did regain some of it rigidity and she remounted me. She sat on my lap almost on my knees so her body didn't touch my cock at all. Her weight on my legs sent a painful tingle through me and I realized my legs where asleep. We had been sitting too long.




Missing Cousin



"We should head back. I am getting too cramped." I said.

She smiled. "You just want me in a real bed huh?" She teased.

I smiled. "Maybe."

"Alright but when we get back I'll show you some of my favorite things to do." She said in a teasing grin.

"I can't wait."