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New Beginnings

By: donnache



Standing barefoot among the soft grass, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. He shakes his head gently each time he thinks of how so much is different in his life. He is so much happier than before and so much more secure in his own character. There's a light wind coming in off the coast, he looks around at the softly swaying branches of the trees that surround this clearing on three sides. Everything so green, so lush, so beautiful. He pads lightly across the grass towards the cliff that overlooks the ocean to the east. Stopping and letting his toes curl into the soft damp earth, turning back with a soft smile at the cabin snuggled into the trees. His thoughts drift to earlier that day and his smile broadens.

Approaching the edge of the cliff and looking out at the crashing waves as they continue their assault on the rocks below, memories flow through his mind and he blushes slightly as he realizes the resulting effect in his groin. They had flown into the country the night before and how they had struggled the last year to make this dream a reality. The flight was long and exhausting, but they were both so happy to finally be here. Running on adrenaline and the Goddess' blessings for the last 36 hours, by the time they had finally arrived in this remote and awe inspiring corner of Scotland the fuel was running low and they had a much deserved and sound rest.

Loving her these last months he had come to understand how persistent passion feels. The inability to look at the smooth curve of her back, or watch the tiny silver chain dangle from her beautifully formed neck without wanting her, without gritting his teeth silently at the thought of reaching under the covers and gently stroking her sex, rubbing the center of pleasure and making her glisten with the Goddess' own nectar. She was insatiable and his age gave him a little leverage against her, the ability to say after the second or third time, "no, I can't do it again." making her crave even more and wait with great anticipation at the next opportunity to have his manhood surrounded by her hand, stroking him to hardness and then being impaled with madness inside of her as his seed would launch hot and thick, coating every delicious inch of her.

Remembering how he gently awoke to the sound of the wind as it gently caressed the old cabin's timbers, looking over at her as she slept. Rising up on one arm and just watching her face and her form, her nostrils flaring slightly, the gentle rising and lowering of her chest as she breathed. Moving his eyes down her form, the soft curves of her hips and thighs as the bright moonlight reflected off her skin. It never ceased to amaze him the effect she had on him. He couldn't help but move himself gently closer, pressing his naked body against hers and slowly moving the palm of his hand down those lusciously beautiful curves.

As he moved carefully closer to her, feeling her soft breath against his skin, he reached up and cupped his hand against her cheek. She never mentioned to him in words how much that touch meant to her, but he knew and he loved being able to still make her heart race when he did so. Using the tips of his fingers, he gently brushed aside her hair and leaned down placing a soft gentle loving kiss to her forehead. The entire time they'd been together they never spoke much of the future, always taking one day at a time. Yet, here they were, over a year later living their dream together. He reached over tentatively and slowly rotated the tip of his finger around the tip of her breast, circling the aureole, spiraling down until he touches her nipple. Taking great enjoyment in watching it become firm under his touch, he leans down and wraps his lips lovingly around it, suckling it in and out of his mouth. She stirs from her deep slumber and let's a quiet moan escape from her mouth. 

Fingertips moving with a feather light caress down her body, every inch of her, arms, hips, thighs, buttocks circling around to the front of her, laying his hand affectionately upon her stomach. His fingers inching towards the sweet source between her legs. He suddenly laughs softly to himself remembering how he'd always love the taste of a woman's source, but never so obsessed and in love with the act of consuming a woman's sex as he was with hers. The straight from the shower wonderful sweetness or the after work, rip her pants off, sour/tangy/sweetness of her. His mouth watered from the thought as he gently moved down her form, carefully turning her onto her back as he did so. He wanted her to awaken, but awaken she would to the touch of his tongue.

Stealthily he slipped between her legs, carefully spreading them as she stirs a little more, mumbling something under her breath as she dreams. He quietly presses his nose against her sex and takes a deep breath, the scent instantly filling him, making his head swim, his manhood instantly hard. He kisses her there in that most sacred of spaces. His tongue moves every so cautiously, tasting the salty sweaty flavor of her skin. Moving his tongue below her sex, flattening it there in the sensitive area below her sex and moving upwards slowly, pressing into her, allowing his tongue to slide between her folds and press deep into her flesh, ending the intrusion with a gentle flick of his tongue across the hood of her clit. Looking up he sees her looking down at him with a playful smile across her face; he laughs softly knowing that he has been played with some himself. For that he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh, biting playfully and sucking the flesh into his mouth. She cries softly, he suckles hard and quick. Pulling back slowly and letting the flesh slowly slide from his mouth, looking down and satisfied as he's drawn blood.

Flicking his eyes upward to meet her gaze, feeling the radiant energy of the moon upon them he rises and lifts her into his loving arms. She rests her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her outside laying her down in the wet grass. Kissing her so tenderly, another gaze into her eyes, a silent question passed between them. She nods every so slightly, smiling lovingly into his eyes, then he gazes up into the moon, into the eyes of their beloved Goddess. "Our Lady and your companion my Lord, hear us. We lay here before you as your ancient children. Witness please, the declaration we make before you and all of your creation." Taking the athame he left when they first arrived to be saturated with the moon's brilliance he hands it to her. She takes the athame from him and points the blade at his chest. She smiles and speaks, "Tis long we have waited my love, speak unto me what words buildeth in thy heart."

Watching the reflection of the moonlight in her eyes, he says "I, Chadoephir, speak now of my own free will and let it be known that it would be better for me to thrust myself upon this athame, than to speak anything other than the truest words from my heart. I come to this magickal place under the eyes of our Mother and Father, and declare my love unto you my beloved Callandora. I come with all love, honor, and sincerity, wishing only to become one with her whom I love. Always will I seek her happiness and welfare. Her life will I defend before my own and unto my last breath. May the athame be plunged into my heart should I not be sincere in all that I declare. All this I swear to thee in the presence of the gods. May Lord and Lady Light give me the strength to keep my vows to thee. So mote it be."

A single soft tear glides down her cheek as she hands the athame to her love. He takes the offered athame and points the blade unto her own chest. "I have professed my love and convictions upon thee, what does thou have to say in response?"

She smiles with the beauty of the Goddess herself and speaks unto him. "I, Callandora, speak now of my own free will and let it be known that it would be better for me to thrust myself upon this athame, than to speak anything other than the truest words from my heart. I come to this magickal place under the eyes of our Mother and Father, and declare my love unto you my beloved Chadoephir. I come with all love, honor, and sincerity, wishing only to become one with her whom I love. Always will I seek her happiness and welfare. Her life will I defend before my own and unto my last breath. May the athame be plunged into my heart should I not be sincere in all that I declare. All this I swear to thee in the presence of the gods. May Lord and Lady Light give me the strength to keep my vows to thee. So mote it be."

Taking her hand and pointing the athame at the moon he continues, "As the grass of the fields and the trees of the woods bend together under the pressures of the storm, so too must we both bend when the wind blows strong. But know that as quickly as the storm comes, so equally quickly may it leave. Yet will we both stand, strong in each other's strength. As we give love unto others and unto ourselves, so shall we receive that love back three fold. As we give strength, so will we receive that strength? Together we are one, apart we are nothing. Yet in our oneness we still cling to the individuality that makes us who we are, and we are the object of each other's affection and respect."

Again, handing the athame back to his love, she takes it and again points the tip of the blade to the moon and says, "We know and understand that no two people can be alike. No more can any two people fit together, perfect in every way. There will be times when it will seem hard to give and to love. We understand that during these times, as we see sadness and even anger in our eyes, it is the time to smile and turn back to our love and the love the Lord and Lady bestow upon us unconditionally. For it is not fire that puts out fire. So we shall change our anger for love and for tears of joy and happiness. It is no weakness to admit a wrong, more is it a strength sign of growth and learning. Ever shall we love, help and respect each other and know that only then shall we truly be as one in the eyes of the gods."

Saying together smiling and shedding tears of joy, "So mote it be." Leaning down he embraces her and wraps himself around her, kissing her with every loving beat of his heart. She whispers softly into his ear, "I am yours my love, I submit to you this night with a joyous heart full of love." He whispers lovingly back, "Aye, my love. I accept thy gift with loving thanks and know that you are my Goddess and I worship thee with my last breath." Suckling her ear lobe gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue lightly across the outline of her ear and withdrawing. Taking her hand and helping her to her feet, "Walk with me love." She follows willingly as he approaches a nearby tree, wind dancing joyously through the branches. As they approach she notices a blanket wrapped around the trunk of the tree, she smiles and bites her bottom lip gently. 

He laughs softly as she begins to understand the planning that went into this night. "Would you stand with your back against the tree my love and reach back to hug it?" She does as requested; he quickly and smoothly ties one end of a silk scarf around one wrist, then wrapping behind the tree to capture the other wrist. Making sure her bonds are snug but comfortable. He leans into her and kisses her again, suckling her lower lip, biting it. His hands moving up her body, cupping her breasts in each hand, holding it in such a fashion as to allow his thumb and finger to tease, flick and pinch her erect nipples. He backs away again and moves around the back of the tree. A few shuffling sounds reach her ears, then silence again as he moves around in front of her again, that ever present loving smile as he covers her eyes with a large black blindfold. He steps away and visually inspects the restraints again, waiting a few moments for dramatic effect. He notices her ever so slightly wriggling and writhing against her bonds, discreetly testing her restraints, then smiling in satisfaction that she cannot escape them.

Making sure to remain a discreet distance he reaches out with one hand and lightly moves his fingertips across her tummy. Watching as she instinctively withdraws from his touch out of surprise. Then taking two fingers and lightly caressing the outer folds of her nether lips, she softly sighs in gentle pleasure. He stands again and leans forward whispering again, "My love, please spread your legs as wide as is comfortable for you." Noticing that she's complied he ads, "Now, you cannot close your legs. No matter what pleasure you feel, nor how weak your knees become. If you become uncomfortable or near collapse, simply tell me and I'll release you from your bonds, but not before." She nods in acceptance of the terms, imperceptibly bracing herself for what is to come.

He kneels in front of her again, placing a hand on each hip, taking a long lick from the hood of her clit, down her slit and finally clicking the tender spot below her sex. Whispering into her sex, "I worship my beloved Goddess in the most intimate fashion, giving her what she deserves for being who she is and what she does to the core of my soul." Slipping his tongue in between her folds and slowly massaging the pink tender flesh inside, moving up and down rhythmically. Slowly circling the entrance of her sex, flicking his tongue playfully back and forth. Hearing her moans drives his hunger to a more intense level, letting his tongue dart quickly inside of her. Pressing his lips to her and suckling the ancient divine nectar from inside her, drinking it, letting its nourishment fill him.

He raises himself up and glides the shaft of his engorged member between her lips, massaging her folds with it, soaking it with her wetness. Tapping the head of his cock against her clit, whispering into her ear, "My love, is this what you desire, is this what you crave?" She growls deep in her throat, a hoarse broken "yes" escaping her lips, "Please, yes." Kissing her forehead he whispers almost imperceptibly, "no.". Quickly kneeling against, taking two fingers and forcing back the hood of her clit, suckling it hard and without preamble into his mouth, sucking it back and forth and forcing it to graze across his teeth. Clasping it between his teeth, lashing his tongue back and forth across it. Her moans get slightly louder, her wetness dripping from her sex, clasping his lips harder around her pulsating nub, hearing her moan and growl as she reaches orgasm, feeling her knees shaking next him, growing weaker, instantly grasping each arm around her legs, letting her lean against him as he suckles even harder, moaning and humming into her clit as she comes yet again. Finally releasing it as he slowly pulls his head back. Giving it a gentle kiss and raising up to release her bonds and let her lean completely against him. Picking her up in his arms and carrying her back into the cabin. Laying her gently on the bed and covering her, leaving her with a soft gentle kiss. "Sleep my love, welcome to Scotland and the rest of our lives."

Now as the waves continue crashing against the rocks below, he counts is blessings and gives silent thanks to Her that brought all this into being. Smiling up at her and basking in her glory. He smiles as he senses his love has arisen from her brief slumber and has walked out to join him near the edge of the cliff. "You're a shit, you do know that my beloved?" He laughs, "Yes my love, but as I recall even in the beginning you found that an endearing quality in me." They laugh together for a moment and then after a moment of silence she whispers, "I want to have wild unbridled passionate and animalistic sex with you in the cabin while the thunderstorm progresses across this meadow." He flicks his eyes to her knowingly, "But, dear one, there is no thunderstorm, the night tis clear with naught a cloud in the sky." She smiles, "Aye, for the moment my love." With that they embrace each other, gazing into each other's eyes, a soft blue light glowing within, getting brighter as their energy converges within and their request is heard and granted by an old friend.

Suddenly the wind increases; dark ominous lowering clouds invade the horizon. Lightning streaks across the sky in its natural brilliance. The thunder booms announcing the birth of a new life for the most ancient of Her children. A few hours later they collapsed in each other's arms unaware of the world around them, the only care in the world is the remaining pulse that carries from their center and the breath they struggle to regain. Falling asleep in each other's arms and dreaming of lives past and dreams to come.

New Beginnings



© trendyredhead 23 June 04 / all rights reserved / do not post elsewhere or distribute without express written permission from the author.

The room was lit only by candles – small votives on the window sill, pillars on the dresser and the nightstand. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to muster up the courage to step over the threshold into the bedroom. Her lungs filled with air, the honeysuckle fragrance tickling her nose. On the bed, waiting for her, was a friend, a very naked friend, her hair splayed out on the white pillowcase like a halo. She almost laughed at the irony, but caught her breath instead. She had never been this close to a naked woman before, and she was overcome with the beauty of the female form sprawled out on the white sheets, the covers thrown over the footboard.

"Come here," Ellie whispered. "I won't bite...yet..." The innuendo was unmistakable, and rocked her to the core of her being. Hannah willed her feet to walk her to the bed, clutching the robe around her, not yet ready to bare her body. She sat beside Ellie on the bed and met her eyes, her cheeks burning. Ellie sat up and took her hands in hers, caressing the backs of them with her thumbs. "Relax..." Her voice was hypnotic, and she closed her eyes as Ellie's mouth moved towards hers, capturing her lips in a gentle, unhurried kiss.

Hannah lost herself in the feel of Ellie's mouth on hers as their lips parted and tongues touched. Soon her hands found their way to cup Ellie's face as they continued to kiss, tangling her hands in Ellie's russet curls. She couldn't get over how soft Ellie felt, how different it was to kiss a soft, curvy, sensual woman. Before long, her hands wandered to Ellie's shoulders, caressing their way down to her breasts, grazing her erect nipples with her palms as Ellie moaned and pushed her breasts out to meet the hands that explored them.

Slowly she rubbed her palms against Ellie's nipples as her tongue traced circles on her lips. Slowly she felt her robe sliding off her shoulders, leaving her naked from the waist up. Gently, ever so gently, she kissed her way along Ellie's jaw, down her neck, and across her collarbone. And gently, ever so gently, she felt hands cup her breasts, thumbs caressing her nipples, teasing them into little rose kernels of pleasure.

Hannah slowed her kisses as she reached Ellie's nipples, allowing only the heat of her breath to touch them, kissing a lazy trail between her breasts, deliberately teasing her, before her tongue darted out to capture one perfect pink nipple, pulling it into her mouth and sucking on it. Ellie's gasp was music to her ears, and she felt her own nipples being pinched into tiny points in retaliation for the teasing she was inflicting.

That little edge of pain mixed with pleasure was enough to flood her with wetness, and she couldn't hold back the whimper as she grazed Ellie's nipple with her teeth in response.

"I need you," Ellie whispered against her hair. "God, I need you so bad...." She pushed her back against the pillows and slithered out of her robe, not caring what she looked like, focused only on Ellie's need and her own desire to please her and satisfy her.

"Tell me," Hannah whispered. "Tell me what you need," as she knelt above Ellie's prone body, caressing her calves and pushing her legs up and back.

"Touch me, please....just touch me....." Ellie arched her body up, begging for contact with the body hovering above hers, but it was just out of reach. She leaned over her, kissing her again, holding Ellie's hands up above her head with one hand, the other tracing a path down her stomach, stopping just above the triangle of hair that hid the center of Ellie's desire.

"Touch you where, sweet lips?"

"There...." Ellie pushed her hips up against the hand that waited. "Please...."

Hannah traced the outline of her nether lips, barely touching. "Here?"

"Yeeeeesssss...there....." Ellie moaned and she was silenced with a hard kiss, and she spread Ellie's knees wide with her own.

"Are you going to hold still for me, or do I have to restrain you?"

"I'll be good...I promise....please...."

"Please what?" She pulled back, enjoying the sound of begging in Ellie's voice.

"Touch me. Now."

She sensed that Ellie's control was waning, as was her own. Hannah could smell the arousal seeping from Ellie, and it only served to excite her more.

She pushed Ellie's knees up and back, opening her wide, the rush of cool air on her pussy making her gasp. She paused a moment, drinking in the sight of this pink pussy slick with wetness, hers for the tasting. As Ellie opened her mouth to beg again, Hannah leaned forward, stroking her from bottom to top with one swipe of her tongue, flicking her clit for good measure before she pulled back again.

"Oh, God...." Ellie's voice was low and came from deep within. 

"Do you want me to eat you, Ellie? Do you want my mouth on your sweet little cunt?"

"Oh God yes, please...." Ellie writhed beneath her, desperate for more.

"Say it."

"Eat me..."

"No, Ellie, tell me what you want."

"I want your mouth on my sweet little cunt."

"That's better, Ellie. How badly do you want it?"

"So bad....please..." Her whimpering was an immense turn-on, and Hannah could hardly control herself as she buried her face between Ellie's spread thighs, licking her, sucking her, feasting on the sweet river of desire that flowed from her dark tunnel.

Hannah sucked her clit into her mouth, holding it captive as her tongue assaulted it, bringing a new round of moans from Ellie. Her hands found Ellie's slick, tight opening, and she eased two fingers in, twisting them slightly as she slowly withdrew. As she eased up her assault on her clit, she plunged her fingers back inside, spreading her fingers to open her up and stretch her.

Ellie's juices were running down the crack of her ass now, and Hannah contemplated that little puckered rosebud... But instead she slid a third finger into Ellie's sweet little fuck hole, filling her up as her tongue sucked hard on her clit. Ellie began to thrust against her face, her orgasm approaching, twisting and pinching her own nipples. Inside, she felt the first faint tightening that preceded the ultimate release, and she curved her fingers up to rub her G-spot as she worked her fingers in and out. 

"Ellie," her voice commanded response.

"Yes..."

"Do not cum until I give you permission. Do you understand?"

"But I'm so close...."

"I know, and I will take you even closer. But you do not cum without my permission. Is that clear?"

"Yesssss...." her voice was little more than a hiss of air between her clenched teeth as she tried to hold back the release she so desperately sought.

Hannah continued to work her fingers in and out, sucking her clit into her mouth harder than before, increasing the painful pleasure of teeth on soft tender flesh.

Ellie began to beg, moaning incoherently, thrusting to meet the fingers that filled her so completely. "I'm gonna cum, please....I've got to...."

"Not yet, sweet one. Not yet. Just hold on a little longer," as her thumb worked Ellie's clit into a frenzy.

Just as Ellie thought she couldn't possibly hold on another minute, the thumb was replaced by a silver bullet on high. "Now, Ellie, cum now. Cum for me, sweet baby. Let it go." And Ellie exploded in ecstasy, clamping down on the fingers that stroked her from the inside out, a high-pitched wail coming from somewhere deep in her belly.

As Ellie slowly came back down to earth, she became aware of hands gently caressing her body, kissing her shoulder, reminding her that it was, in fact, not just a dream.



New Beginnings



Standing barefoot among the soft grass, a smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Thinking of the last few years with all the obstacles and changes in his life, he shakes his head gently each time he thinks of how so much is different in his life. He is so much happier than before and so much more secure in his own character. 

There's a light wind coming in off the coast, he looks around at the softly swaying branches of the trees that surround this clearing on three sides. Everything so green, so lush, so beautiful. He pads lightly across the grass towards the cliff that overlooks the ocean to the east. Stopping and letting his toes curl into the soft damp earth, turning back with a soft smile at the cabin snuggled into the trees. His thoughts drift to earlier that day and his smile broadens.

Approaching the edge of the cliff and looking out at the crashing waves as they continue their assault on the rocks below, memories flow through his mind and he blushes slightly as he realizes the resulting effect in his groin. They had flown into the country the night before and how they had struggled the last year to make this dream a reality. The flight was long and exhausting, but they were both so happy to finally be here. Running on adrenaline for the last 36 hours, by the time they had finally arrived in this remote and awe inspiring corner of Scotland the fuel was running low and they had a much deserved and sound rest.

Loving her these last months he had come to understand how persistent passion feels. The inability to look at the smooth curve of her back, or watch the tiny silver chain dangle from her beautifully formed neck without wanting her, without gritting his teeth silently at the thought of reaching under the covers and gently stroking her sex, rubbing the center of pleasure and making her glisten with the sweet nectar that begs him to taste. 

She was insatiable and so was he, but his patience and his desire to tease would make her wait. Not so lost in the intoxicating passion that was hers, walking away from her, making her crave even more and wait with great anticipation at the next opportunity to have his manhood surrounded by her hand, stroking him to hardness and then being impaled with madness inside of her as his seed would launch hot and thick, coating every delicious inch of her.

Remembering how he gently awoke to the sound of the wind as it caressed the old cabin's timbers. He looked over at her as she slept, rising up on one arm and just watching her face and her form, her nostrils flaring slightly, the gentle rising and lowering of her chest as she breathed. 

Moving his eyes down her form, the soft curves of her hips and thighs as the bright moonlight reflected off her skin. It never ceased to amaze him the effect she had on him. He couldn't help but move himself gently closer, pressing his naked body against hers and slowly moving the palm of his hand down those lusciously beautiful curves.

As he moved carefully closer to her, feeling her soft breath against his skin, he reached up and cupped his hand against her cheek. She never mentioned to him in words how much that touch meant to her, but he knew and he loved being able to still make her heart race when he did so. Using the tips of his fingers, he gently brushed aside her hair and leaned down placing a soft gentle loving kiss to her forehead. 

The entire time they'd been together they never spoke much of the future, always taking one day at a time. Yet, here they were, over a year later living their dream together. He reached over tentatively and slowly rotated the tip of his finger around the tip of her breast, circling the aureole, spiraling down until he touched her nipple. Taking great enjoyment in watching it become firm under his touch, he leans down and wraps his lips lovingly around it, suckling it in and out of his mouth. She stirs from her deep slumber and let's a quiet moan escape from her mouth. 

Fingertips moving with a feather light caress down her body, every inch of her, arms, hips, thighs, buttocks circling around to the front of her, laying his hand affectionately upon her stomach. His fingers were inching towards the sweet source that lay between her legs. 

He suddenly laughs softly to himself remembering how he'd always loved the taste of a woman's source, but never so obsessed and in love with the act of consuming a woman's sex as he was with hers. The straight from the shower wonderful sweetness or the after work, rip her pants off, sour/tangy/sweetness of her. His mouth watered from the thought as he gently moved down her form, carefully turning her onto her back as he did so. He wanted her to awaken, but awaken she would to the touch of his tongue.

Stealthily he slipped between her legs, carefully spreading them as she stirs a little more, mumbling something under her breath as she dreams. He quietly presses his nose against her sex and takes a deep breath, the scent instantly filling him, making his head swim, his manhood instantly hard. 

He kisses her there in that most sacred of spaces. His tongue moves every so cautiously, tasting the salty flavor of her skin. Moving his tongue below her sex, flattening it there in the sensitive nook below her sex and moving upwards slowly, pressing into her, allowing his tongue to slide between her folds and press deep into her flesh, ending the intrusion with a gentle flick of his tongue across the hood of her clit. 

Looking up he sees her looking down at him with a playful smile across her face; he laughs softly knowing that he has been played with some himself. For that he turns his head and sinks his teeth into the flesh of her inner thigh, biting playfully and sucking the flesh into his mouth. She cries softly, he suckles hard and quick. Pulling back slowly and letting the flesh slowly slide from his mouth, looking down and satisfied at the knowledge that he has drawn blood.

Flicking his eyes upward to meet her gaze, feeling the radiant energy of the moon upon them he rises and lifts her into his loving arms. She rests her face into the crook of his neck as he carries her outside laying her down in the wet grass. Kissing her so tenderly, another gaze into her eyes, a silent question passed between them. She nods every so slightly, smiling lovingly into his eyes, then he gazes up into the bright moon, smiling down upon them as if to give its approval. 

Leaning down he embraces her and wraps himself around her, kissing her with every loving beat of his heart. She whispers softly into his ear, "I am yours my love, I submit to you this night with a heart full of love." 

He whispers lovingly back, "Aye, my love. I accept this gift with loving thanks and know that you are my goddess and I worship thee with my last breath." 

He suckled her ear lobe gently into his mouth, flicking his tongue lightly across the outline of her ear and then withdrew. Taking her hand and helping her to her feet "Walk with me love." She follows willingly as he approaches a nearby tree, wind dancing joyously through the branches. As they approach she notices a blanket wrapped around the trunk of the tree, she smiles and bites her bottom lip gently. 

He laughs softly as she begins to understand the planning that went into this night. "Would you stand with your back against the tree my love and reach back to hug it?" 

She does as requested; he quickly and smoothly ties one end of a silk scarf around one wrist, then wrapping behind the tree to capture the other wrist. Making sure her bonds are snug but comfortable. 

He leans into her and kisses her again, suckling her lower lip, biting it. His hands moving up her body, cupping her breasts in each hand, holding it in such a fashion as to allow his thumb and finger to tease, flick and pinch her erect nipples. He backs away again and moves around the back of the tree. A few shuffling sounds reach her ears, then silence again as he moves around in front of her again, that ever present loving smile as he covers her eyes with a large black blindfold. 

He steps away and visually inspects the restraints again, waiting a few moments for dramatic effect. Noticing her ever so slightly wriggling and writhing against her bonds, testing her restraints, then smiling in satisfaction that she cannot escape them. 

Making sure to remain a discreet distance he reaches out with one hand and lightly moves his fingertips across her tummy. Watching as she instinctively withdraws from his touch out of surprise. Then taking two fingers and lightly caressing the outer folds of her nether lips, she softly sighs in gentle pleasure. 

He stands again and leans forward whispering again, "My love please spread your legs as wide as is comfortable for you." Noticing that she's complied he ads, "Now, you cannot close your legs. No matter what pleasure you feel, nor how weak your knees become. If you become uncomfortable or near collapse, simply tell me and I'll release you from your bonds, but not before." 

She nods in acceptance of the terms, imperceptibly bracing herself for what is to come. He kneels in front of her again, placing a hand on each hip, taking a long lick from the hood of her clit, down her slit and finally flicking the tender spot below her sex. Whispering into her sex, "I worship you in this most intimate fashion, giving you what you deserve for being who you are and what you do to the core of my soul." 

Slipping his tongue in between her folds and slowly massaging the pink tender flesh inside, moving up and down rhythmically. Slowly circling the entrance of her sex, flicking his tongue playfully back and forth. Hearing her moans drives his hunger to a more intense level, letting his tongue dart quickly inside of her. Pressing his lips to her and suckling the nectar from inside her, drinking it, letting its nourishment fill him.

He raises himself up and glides the shaft of his engorged member between her lips, massaging her folds with it, soaking it with her wetness. Tapping the head of his cock against her clit, whispering into her ear, "My love, is this what you desire, is this what you crave?" 

She growls deep in her throat, a hoarse broken "yes" escaping her lips, "Please, yes." 

Kissing her forehead he whispers almost imperceptibly, "no."

Quickly kneeling again, taking two fingers and forcing back the hood of her clit, suckling it hard and without preamble into his mouth, sucking it back and forth and forcing it to graze across his teeth. He holds her sweet clit between his teeth, lashing his tongue back and forth across it. 

Her moans get louder, her wetness dripping from her sex, clasping his lips harder around her pulsating nub, hearing her moan and growl as she reaches orgasm, feeling her knees shaking next him, growing weaker, instantly grasping each arm around her legs, letting her lean against him as he suckles even harder, moaning and humming into her clit as she cums yet again. 

He finally releases it as he slowly pulls his head back. Giving it a gentle kiss and raising up to release her bonds and let her lean completely against him. Picking her up in his arms and carrying her back into the cabin. Laying her gently on the bed and covering her, leaving her with a soft gentle kiss. "Sleep my love, welcome to Scotland and the rest of our lives."

Now as the waves continue crashing against the rocks below, he counts his blessings and gives silent thanks to the forces that brought all this into being. He smiles as he senses his love has arisen from her brief slumber and has walked out to join him near the edge of the cliff. "Your a shit, you do know that my beloved?" 

He laughs, "Yes my love, but as I recall even in the beginning you found that an endearing quality in me." 

They laugh together for a time and then after a moment of silence she whispers, "I want to have wild, unbridled, passionate and animalistic sex with you in the cabin while the thunderstorm progresses across this meadow." 

He flicks his eyes to her playfully, "But, dear one, there is no thunderstorm, the night is clear with naught a cloud in the sky." 

The weather had been teasingly lowering since she had slumbered. Now the impending storm knocked hard on the rocks below. She smiles, "Aye, for the moment my love." 

Suddenly the wind increases; dark ominous clouds invade the horizon. Lightning streaks across the sky in its natural brilliance; providing illumination to the earth below. The thunder booms announcing the birth of a new life. 

A few hours later they collapsed in each other's arms unaware of the world around them, the only care in the world is the remaining pulse that carries from their center and the breath they struggle to regain. Falling asleep in each other's arms and dreaming of lives past and dreams to come.



New Beginnings



Kat and Leo had been friends for too long. Having witnessed each other's entrance into sexuality, there was little they didn't know about one another. Kat had always had a thing for Leo, and it had only intensified since that moment she caught him stroking himself in his bedroom. 

Having let herself in that day, she had headed upstairs, and seeing the door was cracked slightly, had decided to peek instead of just barge in. Leo lay on his bed, brown hair grazing his shoulders, firm cock in hand, pumping furiously away. 

The smut he was looking at was creased from tension, and his stomach had a film of sweat across it. Kat began to get wet, eyeing his body. 

Iyeat was then that she made the decision. She would seduce him with all her might. 

That was a month ago. Finally Kat had gotten the courage to go through with it and as luck would have it, Leo had invited her over for a movie and to "shoot the shit". It didn't matter that she had something else entirely on her mind. 

Arriving at Leo's house later that night, Kat felt the familiar tremble of anticipation in her gut. As she entered, Leo hollered from the kitchen that he was just getting some snacks together and for her to choose one of the movies on the coffee table. 

Lying scattered on the table were the movies: Rambo, Die Hard, Rocky, and Predator. Any other time Kat would have jumped at watching one of these classics, but tonight she was on a mission. 

"If you don't mind, I brought one we haven't seen, it isn't an action movie though!" she yelled. "Put it in, I trust you!" he called back. 

Taking the movie Secretary out of the case, she slid it into the DVD player. 

Soon Leo entered a bowl of popcorn in one hand and two Cokes in the other. 

"What did you say you brought?" he questioned. "Secretary, I think it's going to be interesting." she responded.

Having chosen a pair of black short shorts and black "evil dead" t-shirt, she looked casual enough, if only he knew that lurking beneath was a lace red cami and matching panties, she'd forgone the bra, so that if she became aroused... her nipples would perk, and hopefully attract Leo's attention.

Midway through the movie, Kat draped her long legs across Leo's lap. Absently he began to caress her ankles. Her lithe body tensing with each stroke. When a particularly intense scene came on Kat felt Leo's cock grow harder and his hands went still. 

Seizing her moment, she lifted one foot and grazed the hardened muscle below. Moving gracefully up and down she stroked his member, and never took her eyes off the screen. Leo's breath became labored, and Kat's panties became tainted with fluid. 

She felt his hand creep its way up her thigh, hesitating at the hem of her shorts. Kat (sensing his nervousness) spread her legs a little wider, and in doing so, she felt a finger creep its way to the underside of her panties. 

The shorts were tight, and so he was only able to barely graze her sex. He let out a grunt as he grew frustrated. Unbuttoning the shorts, Kat eased her slender legs out. 

"Is that better?" she questioned. "Much." was his response. With smooth rapid strokes, Leo began to tease her clit into submission, bringing her close to release before easing back and letting the feeling die down. The pressure would rise, become tangible than fall back again. Its was delicious and agonizing all in the same moment. 

After thirty minutes of this excruciating yet delightful foreplay, Leo brought her to orgasm. The release was mind-blowing. A toe curling, hands gripping the couch, every fiber of her being singing with pleasure, kind of release. Feeling light, she turned. 

Placing each leg on opposite sides of Leo's waist, she whispered, "I can't wait any longer for that cock of yours."

She felt Leo take a quick breath...Her fingers grazed along the waistband of his jeans; with a tug she unbuttoned them.

Sliding his pants down, she drew his cock in her hand. Pumping slowly, she gazed into Leo's eyes. "Are you ready?" she questioned.

A nod is all that Leo can muster...

Kat slowly lifts her body onto her knees. Gripping his cock in one hand she lowered herself slowly down...agonizingly slow...her body was tight, resistant and because of this she hesitated. Leo let out a low growl, and the hairs on Kat's arms rose. Her nipples became stiff.

With just the head of his cock in her wet pussy, Kat's body was on fire. Her breathing became faster. Her brow broke out into a sweat. 

She sat there watching Leo's face; she slowly slid down, and up, repeat, repeat, repeat. Then as she rose and brought him almost completely out of her, she slammed down as hard as she could. That was enough for Leo, lifting her up; he pushed her against a wall. Slamming into her over and over, Kat could feel another orgasm rise. By the frequency of Leo's moans he too was getting closer...

Kat tightened her pussy around Leo's shaft. As he pulled out she would tighten when he entered she'd relax. Soon Leo's teeth were buried into the mound of flesh above her breast and he was pushing furiously. As she felt him gain momentum and get closer she started to thrust in time with him. 

Their bodies moving like the ebb and flow of tide. In one split second they were able to release. Their fluids mixed together, dripping down their thighs. They stumbled back. Collapsing on the floor.

And thus their friendship began a new journey.



New Beginnings



My brother had just gotten divorced after only a year of marriage, so I talked him into coming to visit and spending some time with me. At first he didn't want to come. He was depressed and he was afraid him being at my place would cramp my style with my new lover, a female lover. I told him that Liz would understood, she have gotten a divorce herself after deciding that she was a Bi-sexual.

It began snowing a couple of days after Ray got there, so we had a fire going almost ever night. Sitting around the fire place, drinking wine in the evenings talking with Liz and me seemed to start to bring my brother out of his depression. But there was still something wrong. 

Then one night after Liz said "I going to bed early, I've a headache."

She kissed me good night and went to our bedroom I noticed my brother's cock was tent-poling his pants, and a chill went up my backbone. I am bi-sexual. I prefer girls to guys. But the budge in my brother pants was one of the biggest if not the biggest I had ever seen. That is the one thing I like in a man, a big dick. 

I asked 'Does Liz and my kissing turn you on?"

He turned so red. After a bit, he admitted that he could hear us making love at night. That it was hard for him not to notice that we walked around the house bra-less all the time. That girl on girl kissing was hot even if I was his sister. He admitted he was horny as hell, that in the last three months of his marriage he only gotten laid a couple of times, it was one of the thing that had lead to his divorce.

Thinking about that big budge I had seen I asked, "So what was the problem with your sex life?"

Again Ray turned red, he admitted it was his size, his ex couldn't take it. 

My heart was thumping in my chest as I asked my next question, "How big was it?"

Ray was beet red as he said, "Over ten inches." 

I took a shallow of wine I had never seen a cock that big on a man. The guys I had ever been with were around eight, maybe nine inches at the most. I did have a strap-on that Liz would use, that was thick and ten inches, on the night I need more that her fingers in my cunt. 

My heart was in my throat and my voice was barely a whisper as I asked "May I see it?"

Ray blinked and was quiet. I figure he was thinking that his sister was a sexual pervert, living with a female lover, and asking to see her own brother cock. Then he stood and dropped his pants. Our conversation had soften it some, but even soft it still was as big and thick as any cock I had every fucked. 

My desire took over I knew I wanted it in me. Pulling my brother toward me, I began to give him a slow hand job. My fingers didn't wrap around its thickness. His dick was spongy to my touch and ridged with ropy veins. I grasped my brother's rod tightly and jacked it up and down, feeling the foreskin, to which I was unaccustomed. I'm used to lovers who are circumcised. His balls like his cock seemed huge and heavy; they hung down obscenely between his legs.

I hefted them with the hand that hasn't jacking his dick, gently prodding the contents of the sac and rolling it around in my hand. I looked up in to my brother's face his head was back his eyes closed as he groaned at my touch. After three months of no one but himself touching his cock even his own sister's touch was a welcome change. As my hand slide over my brother's groin, my own groin was getting wetter and wetter. I knew want I was about to ask for was wrong but I wanted it so badly.

Not stopping my stroking I said, "I want your cock inside, Ray." 

Ray looked down at me, "But..."

I cut him off looking at his cock, "you need this and I want this." squeezing his cock to show him want I meant. 

"But won't Liz hear us if I can hear you guys?"

I almost laugh my brother wasn't worry about the fact we were about to comment incest, he was worried about waking Liz. I guess after months without pussy a guy take any pussy he can get, even his own sister's. 

I told him, "When Liz goes to bed with a headache she takes medicine that knocks her out. Even an earthquake or a rock concert in the front yard wouldn't wake her. Hell we could probable fuck on the same bed she's sleeping in and not wake her."

For a second this look crossed my brother face, then he said, "Still we better go to me room and lock the door, just in case." 

Again what was happen was so strange I wanted to laugh. Once in my brother room behind lock doors, I strip naked. The look on my brother's face was pure lust.

"Like want you see?" I said as I turn around show off my entire body.

"Sis may I eat your pussy first?" he said his request so softly, "it been a long time since I have taste a woman."

The way he said it, I had the felling that it had been longer than three since he tongued a woman. I lie back on his bed and spread my legs and reached down and spread my wetness for him. 

"Enjoy."

I felt warm all over as my brother lower himself down between my legs his breath on my wetness had me trembling even before his tongue touched me. His tongue felt long and agile. It probed the recesses of my crack, explored every corner and cranny. Swiping at the length of my juice-slicked slit, he dallied over my inflamed clit as he traced a repetitive path up and down the length of my burning slit. 

I raised my ass up and down off the bed as I responded to lingual ministrations. His tongue rasped at my crevice, drawing the first climax out of me easily. I howled as my orgasm overtook me, draining my body of energy and leaving me limp on the bed.

Ray climb on top of me, spreading my legs with his knees and positioned his rampant cock at the entrance to my pussy. The tip was oozing pearly whit droplets of creamy male essence. At that moment any thought that neither of us was using any birth control wasn't on our minds only the canal need to fuck was there.

It didn't matter I was his sister at that moment Ray's desire was complete in control as was my own desire in control of me. Ray insinuated his long dong into my steamy cunt. The head of his impressive cock popped inside, without a second of resistance. Ray pushed a little harder and more of it eased in. Stretching my insides as it moved deeper into me. Making me whimper in pleasure. His slow invasion of my private parts did not stop until his balls were resting on my ass. Then he began the Ol' in- and-out.

Fucking me steadily, he established a rhythm of drawing back slowly till only the tip remained inside me, then pushing forward with a vengeance so that the entire cock was thrust into me sharply, then drawing back slowly again. I settled comfortably into his rhythm, I loved the sparkle in his eyes as my cunt sheathed his throbbing pole. 

He exuded a natural ale musk that was intoxicated me. Stroking my nails over his skin, I felt how soft, smooth, silky it was, and how hard his muscles were. I was in heaven. It had been over a year since I had had a male lover. All too soon we both neared orgasm. His cum erupted from his massive tool just as my insides knotted up and went to pieces. We bit each other's shoulder as orgasms tore through us both simultaneously. 

The next day I talked to Liz and told her that my brother had told me what his problem was. I told her that his ex was sexually fridge. That she thought oral sex was dirty. And because my brother was larger than average his ex wasn't up to fucking him. 

I lied saying "If I wasn't his sister I give him want he needs and then some! And I am not about to get him a hooker. I didn't know what to do but I need to think of some thing."

I wasn't surprised when I came back in a few hours that I found Ray sleeping and a nude Liz in our bedroom sleep with a look on her face of a woman who had her brain fuck out. 

A couple of days later after my brother had Liz again. 

I lied again to Liz "I've been have naughty fantasy about my brother, ever since I found out he was pleasuring you, Liz so well."

Liz has a kinky side to her, and after showing her how wet I was by put her hand on my steamy pussy just think about my brother and her. 

Liz said "You shouldn't refuse yourself the pleasure that your brother big cock and talented tongue would bring you. Rules about incest are to make 'normal' people feel better than others. You and I break their rules because of our desire to be with other women. So why not break a few more?" 

After my "first time" with Ray it didn't take a lot to convince him to move in with us. Liz and I took turns letting Ray pleasure us, five nights a week Liz and I share a bed. The other two one of us is in his bed. Strangely we were all surprised when I became pregnant. Six months after I had my son. 

Again strangely we were surprised when Liz got pregnant. She had a girl. We all sat down and decided that our unique Bi-sexual-incestuously life-style was working for us. We been living together every since. We decided that when our children are old enough that we would include them in our lesbian-incestuously love making. It has brought us so much joy, why should it them, as well.



New Beginnings



Chapter One

"Take me to the fuckin' hospital...I want this baby out now." I growl through gritted teeth to anyone that would listen but especially to the dark skinned young man holding my hand and rubbing my lower back as I leaned against his shoulder in the birthing pool.

"We are almost there, Lizzie. You're doing perfect...he'll be here soon." His voice was infuriatingly clam. 

Looking into his dark black eyes as I clutch his hand tighter, "WE aren't doing anything...you arrogant little arse. I am. You did your part months ago." I accuse with venom in my voice. 

Leaning gently forward he pushes the damp hair back from my pale skin. "I thought you had forgiven me for that, luvy." His question laced with meaning. 

I didn't have time to reassure him of the truth as another contraction hit; even harder if that's possible. I closed my mind and sought another place free of this excruciating pain as my pale fingers intertwined with his stronger much darker coffee coloured ones. Coffee needs its cream, he would joke. 

So how does a forty-five year old mum, widow and midwife end up with an ungodly swollen belly in a birthing pool with a twenty-one year old black university student? Not by accident; on his part anyway. Not that the black part had been any real issue. I was married for five years to a black man before he was killed in an accident at work, which is where Daryl's story began. 

Since moving to London to be with my husband James, I had watched Daryl grow up. His mum lived a couple of doors down in the quiet and neatly kept council flats in which we and mys resided. My husband's family had lived there since he was a little boy so it seemed idyllic to rent the flat next to theirs from an old family friend. Back then we had been a large family; my husband and I had a baby girl as well as my two almost adult sons from my first marriage in a three-bedroom flat. But by the time that my husband was killed both of my son's were well established in their own lives at university. It was just the three of us in this now seemingly large flat. Then suddenly it was just two. 

Unless you have been through it you can never understand what it feels like to say good-bye one morning and never see someone again. Not that things were perfect mind you. Over the years, the sex that had once been great became routine and much less frequent. We fought like all couples; over money, over my kids, over how to raise our daughter. But overall ours was a comfortable life. I worked evening shift at the local hospital so that our daughter always had one parent at home with her. My husband worked in construction. James had been saying for years that it was a young man's game and that he should find another career, but he never seemed to do anything beyond talk as if he did not know how to make such a huge change. 

Oh I forget the particulars of looks I suppose (they are important in stories such as this I guess). Average. That single word describes me. My height, my weight (although these days of course average is a size twelve not an eight). My 38C bust in proportion to my waist and hips. My hair was a non-descript mousy colour which was neither blond nor brunette but somewhere in-between. The only truly remarkable thing about me was my eyes. They were green...actual green...not hazel. 

As for Daryl, he was raised by a single mother who received housing benefits. He lived in the flat on the other side of mys. I first met him the summer that we arrived in the UK. It was the in thing then for kids to spit: a nasty little habit. Our first meeting was a long lecture from me, the nurse, on the hygienic reasons not to spit on the common sidewalk. He was of course a defiant sixteen year old and his response was a dirty look. 

That evening his mother, who had sought asylum a decade before from a vicious war in Africa, stood outside our door; apologetic. She had made Daryl come as well. And I saw that despite the anger boiling in this young man he deeply loved and respected his mother, who had sacrificed so much for him. Esther stayed long after he had made his apologies and run off to some mischief with his friends. Her eyes were those of one much older than her thirty-some odd years. It was odd as she spoke of trying to raise a young black man in a foreign land without strong tribal traditions or customs to realise that this woman was actually younger than me. My heart ached for her because I too was a foreigner in this adopted country, but I had a husband and a good job to ease the way. Esther worked long hours in a factory packing and shipping expensive goods to rich customers; yet in her country she had once been the wife of a minister of health. From that evening Esther would often wave or stop by to chat if I took my daughter to the park. 

I heard through her of the struggles to keep this bright young man focused upon his studies while his friends fell away to drugs, gangs and mischief. I actually encouraged my youngest son to fill the void a bit; befriending the young man, who was only eighteen months older than he was. But in the end, Esther's worries were unfounded. Daryl exceeded anyone's expectations; getting high marks in all his subjects. He secured a place in one of the better sixth forms as well. Actually my older son had gone there and encouraged him to apply as well. So during those couple of years before James' death, Daryl was at our home almost daily. 

But then my world fell apart; in a single moment of carelessness. Even eighteen months later and at times in a seemingly different place, I cannot bring myself to describe the details. The days right after are nothing more than a blur. I held tightly to my three-year old daughter, but seemed to push away everyone else. My sons became angry at me, but I was lost somewhere in my own world of self-pity and unable to see that they too shared the pain of loss for a man that had been their friend and surrogate father. Mys, who had always been the close family that I had wanted, were also pushed away. Ironic, given that I always told James that I could never divorce him because I might lose his mother. 

But then in the weeks after, Ellie and I fell into a routine of sorts. We woke up early each morning and ate breakfast together. Then I walked her to school before returning to my empty flat. It was in these few hours each day that I was able to express my tightly controlled emotions often crawling into bed to toss and turn restlessly until nightmares of being torn from James' strong arms would wake me. Then it was time to once again make the short walk to her school. Of course I was all smiles at the gate when I picked her up. At home, we did average things: reading, homework, watching telly and making tea. Then I would bath her; seeing so much of James in his daughter. We read and then she fell asleep and I got ready for work. Her Nan or uncle would stay with her during the night while I worked. 

Of course once or twice a week our routine varied a bit when I taught childbirth classes at the hospital. My heart would often crack a bit more watching the happiness of the young couples as they anticipated their new babies. Of course there were single mums as well. It was these women that I often found myself bonding with: sharing the pain of loneliness, of the journey of single parenthood. 

Emotionally, I bounced between idealising the man that I had lost and anger at him for leaving me alone to raise a mixed race child in a world where despite what we might like to think race and class still mattered. I felt alone: deeply alone. And horny. I had always had an extremely high sex drive; several times a day would have made me quite happy. Of course, even before he died our sex life had fallen well below my needs. But I remained faithful to James; primarily respect for my best friend and out of fear of losing all else that we had built together. I would instead watch videos or read stories and take matters into my own hands if you will. 

So by about six months after James' death I was literally climbing the walls. I felt if I didn't get some big black cock soon I would explode. On the other hand I had built this life; career and mum to a young child. I was uncertain how exactly to take care of one without losing the other. But then again I had no idea that I had a secret admirer just a couple of doors down...or that he was planning to not keep it a secret for much longer. 

***

It actually all began one rather chilly and rainy September morning after I dropped Ellie at school. As I walked home I turned over the possibilities of going to one of the mostly black clubs in Hackney or Lewisham. But I doubted very much that clubbing was my scene. I had visited lots of chat rooms, but was not quite brave enough to actually meet any of those men; most were probably just white pretenders anyway. 

It was these thoughts I mulled as I walked up the tree lined street back towards the estate. I was lost in a world of lust when I ran quite literally into Daryl. I suppose it must have been the gutter that my mind was in, but for the first time I realised what a hot young man he had grown into. Standing well over six feet he was solidly built having taken up rugby in secondary school. His dark skin and braided hair made him look like some African tribal god that he was. I could not help my physical reaction as my nipples hardened beneath the heavy cream jumper and plain white bra. And wet pooled in my white cotton knickers. I blushed when his large hands brushed against the side of my breast as he prevented me from falling causing my nipples to ache and bud even more. 

"Miss Lizzie, where are you off to in such a rush?" he asked in his deep voice distinctly British but with a hint of something more. 

Shaking myself, I reminded myself that Daryl was younger than my oldest son and I was older than his mother. This was the same kid I used to lecture I told myself; although looking at him it was hard to imagine. "I'm sorry, Daryl. I was just heading home. I dropped Ellie at school. So I'm going to get a cup of coffee and then some sleep before I pick her up. What about you? You off to uni?" 

"Nah...it doesn't start until next week. I was just gonna hang a bit. But that coffee sounds good." He asked almost too sweetly. I suppose I should have made excuses about sleep or some such thing. But I was not thinking with my big head then. Women too can think with their little heads: clits. So instead I nodded and invited him back to my flat. 

We made small talk for the next two minutes; about his mum, my sons even the typical British weather. It sounds trite but I actually fumbled with my keys at the door. At forty-four, a grown woman, who knows sex intimately in many ways. But it finally opened and we stepped inside the slightly warmer entry. At that moment I turned to suggest that perhaps another time would be better.

But Daryl was right behind me, actually pressing me against the wall. His breath against my skin was really hot in the cool entry way. I pushed against his broad chest. I swear I could feel the heat from his buff body even through layers of coats, jumpers and shirts. "Daryl..." I began before he unceremoniously stuck his thick tongue half way down my throat; sucking and pulling at my tongue for several moments. I felt my breasts already heavy and full with unfulfilled fantasies actually thrust into his hands; filling them. His fingers stroked and pulled upon my nipples through my jumper. I knew I had to call a stop to this: as horny as this young god made me I could not allow this to happen. Mys and his mother lived just next door. When his hot lips moved to my throat, I tried to find my voice. "Daryl, please we can't..." My voice sounded odd in my own ears. 

I could not stop the moan from escaping my throat, my soul, went I felt his still chilly hands pushing up my thick jumper and shirt. "Why not? You need cock. How long has it been? Six months? More?" I could not deny the truth in those words...six months, three weeks, and four days. I could have told you the hours and minutes if my mind had been clearer. 

He moved quickly then; brushing my bra back from my generous breasts. Pinching and squeezing the already painfully erect nipple. "Dam...woman...I been wantin' to taste these white tits for four years." Then he drew them strongly into his wet mouth. Suckling hard as his hands squeezed the whole tit as if milking it. My mind told me I had to stop this before it went any further. But my body begged for just a taste more of what his hard cock was offering as it rubbed at the juncture of my open thighs. 

He drew back as if to admire the sight of his spit upon my tits. "Ever since I watched Ellie sucking milk from these things...I've wanted to suck your creamy white titties." His hands squeezing them even harder as if searching for a drop of the long since dried up milk. "I wanked to that since then," he pronounced slowly looking into my green eyes as if to dare me to call a halt to what I logically knew I must.

I tried to ignore the image of this young black god stroking what I could tell even through his track suit was his impressive cock. His mind filled with images of what I considered a normal function of the circle of life. But realising also that same circle very much included the very act he described as wanking. "Daryl...you're Kyle's friend...your mum has tea with me. Hell, James' family is right on the other side of that door. Even if I wanted to, we can't." There...I had said it. All at once in some trite lecture; not unlike the one I first gave him years ago.

He smiled, actually smiled, as he stepped back just enough to push his pants down enough to reveal the largest cock I had ever seen. And trust me when I say I have seen some impressive black cock meat. I had seen this big in porn of course, but not in real life. It was honest to god almost the size of my forearm and its uncut head peeked from behind the foreskin as I noticed a drop of thick pre-cum oozing from the piss hole. "You need this Lizzie." As simple as that.

Taking my hand he placed it around his thick, uncut black pole and held it in place as he lead me silently up the stairs to my bedroom. Once inside he lifted my jumper and shirts off over my head in a single move. Then he easily unhooked my bra. How could this kid be so good with bras I wondered? Then unbuttoning my jeans and equally as smoothly divesting me of those as well.

I blushed then; aware of the imperfections of age and three pregnancies upon my forty-four year old body. My stomach was soft and jiggles especially compared to his hard washboard abs that could have been in any fitness adverts. I crossed my arms too beneath my breasts realising that they were no longer the perky firm globes of my youth.

Daryl laughed deep and hearty then as he pushed me back onto the bed I had once shared with James. "Lizzie, if I wanted girls, I could get all the pussy I want...vanilla, chocolate and every flavour in between." Kneeling then between my open thighs his fingers firm at the top of my cunt, he drew it open so that he could see the throbbing bud of my clitoris. "I want a woman, Lizzie." The thick fingers of his other hand stabbed inside my dripping wet pussy then as he held me pinned to the bed. "This white pussy, Lizzie."

He spat each word clearly before lowering his dark braids between my thighs. His tongue did not play. It homed right in on the throbbing slickness of my clit. He flicked it back and forth first quickly then slowly as his fingers were testing and stretching my cunt for what was to cum. He feasted on my pussy for several minutes. 

I had the biggest orgasm of my life almost immediately. Usually I cannot stand anything touching my clit for sometimes afterwards as its sensitive bud retreats behind the hood. But Daryl was having none of my protests or pleas of enough. When my clit would have disappeared into its safe hiding place, he used his teeth to capture it as he sucked and flicked at it. 

That's when I felt it; his fingers had reached the depths of my cunt and found my cervix. Gently and slowly at first he began to circle it in lazy strokes. Then I felt his touch slip towards the inner circle as if seeking to open this one-way path as he had opened my nether lips. That is when the facts of life hit me. I was naked and open with a very young virile male...and there was not a condom in sight.

Sitting up a bit, I breathlessly implored, "Daryl, do you have a condom?" I held my breath in hopes.

Damn young buck actually had the balls to wink and say, "Hell, no!" before he returned to gobbling at my soaking wet cunt like a mad man.

My mind was not working that well at the moment. But being a midwife and childbirth educator, I am more than a tad bit familiar with issues of women's fertility and cycle. Let me tell you it is NOT easy trying to remember when your last period was with warm, thick black lips wrapped around your clit and the most impressive black cock you have even seen pointing at your bedroom ceiling. But I finally managed to do so with a huge sigh of relief; my period was due in just about a week. It can't get any safer than that. Then of course the only issue was disease. I knew better than to blindly think because you know someone they are clean.

Trying once again to be the voice of reason, "Daryl...please...we have to talk about this," I pleaded weakly.

That got a rise out of him: he rose right up off his knees, his large black frame suddenly blocking out the white ceiling as he used his hips to keep my legs open. His hand massaging one creamy full breast as he guided that weapon into my sopping cunt. "I'm clean. So shut up. I have waited four years to fuck your white pussy and I'm feeling every single inch of it." He calmly pronounced as he slammed the first seven inches deep into me. Stretching my unused little pussy until it both stung and I had another massive orgasm. "See, I told you, you needed dis," he pronounced circling his hips slowly to work another inch or so in me. "Damn, you tight. Tell me how good this big black cock feels!" he demanded. 

For a moment I thought perhaps I ought to put a stop to this: that maybe this boy might be more than I could handle. Which is when he showed me he was. Placing my legs on his shoulders, so that he could look down at me, he turned his face so that I felt the roughness of his whiskers. I was caught in the spell of his ebony black skin (was it possible he was even a shade or two darker than James) against my paleness. His tongue licked down the inside of my calf as his hips kept playing that same dance of slow circles. 

He voice raspy, "I'm going to work it all in that hot wet white pussy...then I'm gonna cum in you." I should have known then I was a goner as I came yet again. I turned my head and bite into the pillow this time to keep from screaming out so loud that both our families would come rushing. "That's right baby...you needed that big black cock, didn't you?"Slapping my white ass hard enough to turn it pink, "Tell me you love my cock." 

Shaking my head, I fought to regain control and my dignity, but in the end with a few more unbelievably deep strokes I gave in, "Yes, I love your big black cock."

Asserting his dominance Daryl slammed deep into me, deeper than ever before. As if to dare me to deny it he once again thrust deep; so deep that I bit into the bed to keep from screaming: from pain and pleasure as I came so hard that my cunt juices squirted all over him and dripped onto the cream coloured sheets. 

Then I felt his strong body tense as he quite literally flooded my womb. His whole body shaking as he fell forwards a bit but even then considerate enough to bare his weight upon his forearms. A moment later he mischievously smiled at me and kissed my nose, "Dat was not fair. I wasn't ready."




New Beginnings



I could hear the squishing sounds of our mingled sex juices as he slowly began to circle those magic hips again as if to make certain he rub his entire load deep into my pussy. "Lucky for you I got lots more saved up for your white mummy cunt..."

I have no idea how long or how many positions Daryl took me that morning. I lost count of my orgasms after 30. His...he proudly boasted of dumping three more huge loads in my white cunt. 

Afterwards, I vaguely remember him brushing a kiss across my cheeks as my eyes were closing. I murmured something about needing to talk later.

It was after 4.00 when I awoke in a panic. Searching for my clothes and worried like never before about Ellie. How could I have been so stupid as to oversleep and forget my three year old child at school? Over some young black stud? I was cursing under my breath as I flew down the steps; straight into Daryl's arms. Laughing, he whispered "Better be careful, Lizzie. Remember what happened the last time you ran into me like that?" I shoved at his arrogant chest. "I have to get my child. Be gone when I get back." 

As if on cue, Ellie ran out of the reception her dark curls dancing about her cherub face. "Ou sweep dood, Mummee? Unca Daryl said we had to let ou cause ou was tired." 

Glaring at Daryl, knowing that I was more angry at myself than him, I replied, "Yes, sweeting. Mummy is all better now." God I hated the smug smile on his face at those words.

I discovered then that I had actually been made redundant as a mother. Not only had Daryl picked her up from school (he got my brother to call the school for him, saying I was sick with a headache and he would help out), he had washed the dishes in the sink and made a wonderful tea of chicken and rice. Somehow he even convinced my loving mother-in-law that he wanted to help out with Ellie until his started back to university.

Of course we had a bit of a battle at the front door as I left for my shift. Once more realizing the folly of my ways, I tried in vain to regain control. "We WILL talk later." I said: as if that settled it. 

To which my young African god replied, "I'll be waiting in your bed when you get home. Although the sheets are pretty messy."

***

And that is how it all began, I thought coming back for a moment to reality. I really wished I hadn't. "Damn, this hurts. I want drugs...all of them. Just fuckin' cut this baby out." I scream as my hands wrapped tighter about his broad shoulder, my head resting on his chest as he gently rubbed my lower back.

"I still think you're beautiful," he whispered just loud enough to be overheard by the midwife who was attending our homebirth. I actually hit him then, "You would. Pervert..." I accused as I felt another strong contraction hitting and closed my eyes once more to escape the pain.

Chapter Two

I gripped Daryl's shoulders and leaned further into his bare chest feeling the roughness of his chest hair brush against my cheek as I felt the approaching pain of what seemed like they would never end contractions. I tried to follow his deep breathing but his calm demeanour just pissed me off more. Why the fuck did he have to always be so fucking calm; especially when I should be the one in control...when I wanted to be in control? Fuck it, I thought as my mind closed off to reality once more.

***

I quietly unlocked the door to the flat in the cool brisk London morning as the sun barely rose upon the horizon. My shift had been relatively uneventful; only one patient in labour, a young single mum without anyone to help. I had tried to keep a close eye on her between answering the phone and the never-ending stack of paperwork. But when I left just before six the girl had barely progressed. I was afraid that the young woman would either still be labouring when I returned this evening...or end up with a caesarean. 

But right now I had bigger worries of my own: a certain African god sleeping upstairs in my bed. Taking off my coat and hanging it on a hook in the hall, I climbed the stairs clutching the paper bag tightly to my bosom. I had procured at least a partial solution to the dilemma: a goodly supply of condoms. 

I had several hours to mull the situation over in my mind without interruption from the image of god-like dark African males fogging my reasoning skills. Alright, there was no way around the fact that Daryl had rocked my world. I was not inexperienced; having enjoyed more cock than many women, certainly more than the societal norm. But yesterday morning was clear and away the best sex of my life. 

On the other hand, I could not allow sex to destroy everything I had built; my career and especially my family. Hell, Daryl had been Kyle's friend before he went off to university. But what worried me most was Mary, my mother. Unlike the stereotypical daughter-in-law and mother-in-law, we had a much deeper bond more like mother and daughter. Even during the rough patches that come with any marriage I always told James I could never divorce him, because I might lose his mum. And I was not about to let some kid mess up that close relationship now.

Before the show down, I stopped at the smaller room at the top of the stairs to check on the centre of my universe: my daughter Ellie. Tears sprang to my eyes as I bent to brush her unruly black curls back from her small round face. Sometimes when I looked at her it physically hurt; she was so much like her father. Only the fact that her skin was the colour of café au lait and her toes were long attested to the fact that she was indeed my child as well. 

They had been so close. She rushed each evening to the door when he came home; wrapping her little arms about her daddy no matter how tired he was he always lifted her high in the air as her giggles rang out. After tea, they would often sit in front of his computer doing some type of 'school' work while I got ready for work. Of course, she still did not understand what had happened. Hell, I didn't understand. But all the what if's and regrets in the world would never change reality. The reality was that he was gone...and we were alone.

And I had a very big and very real problem to be dealt with down the hall. Stealing myself for the battle to come, I placed a kiss upon Ellie's forehead. "Sleep tight, angel," I whispered resolutely. I was not going to lose it all over cock; even the best black cock I had ever had. I had thought things over and come up with a plan: now to just settle things with the gorgeous young African god sleeping in my bed.

Closing the door to let Ellie dream for another hour or so, I crept down the hall and opened the door to my own bedroom. I was not prepared for the slamming pain I felt in my heart when I saw Daryl spread out across the bed I had once shared with James. I made a note to myself of one more rule if this was to continue: buy a new bed. 

He slept on his stomach, spread out across the whole super-king sized bed. His skin was amazingly dark against the cream sheets. His braids spread out across the pillow he clutched as if it were a favourite toy. The other problem was how young Daryl looked at that moment in sleep. Not unlike the little angel I had just left. I ought to be shot for what happened earlier I thought; totally forgetting of course that it was this angel/devil that had started and finished the whole thing.

Pulling my top over my head and pushing my scrub pants down, I crawled into bed on top of him wearing nothing but my white bra and panties. He sleepily rolled over; his strong hands reaching for my neck to draw me to him. But I pushed him back onto the pillow. My hand went over his mouth. "Listen up, Daryl. You may have caught me unaware this morning. BUT...and I do mean but...if this thing is to continue it will be on MY terms." 

Reaching down I caressed his half-hard cock through the duvet with my other hand. "Rule 1: no one knows about us. I am not loosing my family and friends; not even for this," I gently squeeze his growing erection to punctuate my seriousness. Releasing his cock I reach down and retrieve the paper bag I had dropped on the floor earlier. Pulling a condom from its depths, "Rule 2: you will use these." He tried to shake his head and say something but my hand across his mouth prevented it. I had rehearsed this lecture too much to be interrupted now. 

Then my hand reached behind my back to undo my bra clasp as I ground my hips against his now almost fully hard cock. I removed my hand from his mouth as I replaced it with my lips in a deep and passionate kiss. I lifted his hand to my full breast as I felt his hips lift beneath me as if he could fuck me through the duvet. Breaking the kiss, I looked into his deep black eyes "Or no more of this." I waited expectantly for his reply.

I could almost see him weighing the options, so I thought I would help make the choice a little easier...or harder as the case may be. Wriggling my white ass temptingly I crawled beneath the duvet. My mouth found his now fully erect black cock, wrapping around it as I heard the air rush from his lungs as if he had been hit in the stomach hard. 

Did I mention how much I love to suck big black cock? I pride myself on being the best; although I had never taken on a weapon quite like this before. But then again a cock is a cock and I had every intention of playing this instrument better than I ever had any before.

I used my tongue to trace the head of his cock as my hand slowly pulled back his foreskin. Pointing my tongue like a missile towards the slit of his gorgeous meat, I licked and played for several slow moments. Before swallowing about seven inches deep down my throat. I knew of course that there was no way I was going to be able to get his whole cock down my throat so I used both of my soft hands to wrap firmly about the base. 

Luckily I was rather experienced at the art of fellatio, because this was requiring every last one of my tricks. But I could tell it was working well. Daryl was clutching the sheets with his dark fingers; squeezing them with each well timed stroke. My mouth and hands worked like a well tuned instrument as I stroked and sucked. Slowly moving down taking a bit more each time, then slower still I retreated until just the full round head was within the warm wet confines of my mouth. My tongue flicked across the tip softly as if savouring the flavour of a favourite ice lollie. 

I felt Daryl's strong hands wrapping in my long hair then as his hips lifted up off the bed slightly driving several inches down my throat. I had to remind myself to relax and breathe through my nose. Dammit, even in this the stud puppy seemed to be in control. But not for long, as I felt his cock slip deep into my throat I heard him almost growl. Taking one hand off his impressive cock I cupped it over his mouth, "Quiet! Now..." I commanded before returning once more to the slow up and down duel between my mouth and his cock.

Deciding to show him a couple of more tricks of experience, I allowed my hands to continue to play at stroking his dick as my tongue feasted upon his perhaps even more impressive ball sacks. Note to self: be very careful with this one, I thought as I slowly and softly sucked a large ball into my warm wet mouth. 

"Fuck woman!" I heard him growl softly. Proud at that moment that he was learning my lessons I returned to the job at hand...and at mouth. My tongue outlining the full length and breadth of the testicle ensconced in the depths of my mouth even as my hands quickened the tempo upon the length of his cock. 

Not to show preference my tongue and mouth moved to its mate. Dam...this kid was packing in more ways than one I thought. I was barely able to fit the other testicle in my mouth with room for my tongue to work its magic. For a moment I actually lost my tempo as Daryl shifted once more. I knew what he wanted, but my lesson was not quite over. My hands moved from his throbbing black cock to his hips; I held him down as I used my tongue to lick back and forth between his ball sacks. 

Then leaning forward a bit more so that my full breasts brushed against his thighs I once more gobbled his huge cock down my throat. This time I did not protest when his hands wrapped once more through my hair guiding my movements even as his hips surged upwards with each of my downward gulps. I could feel his whole body trembling beneath me as I knew he was approaching an orgasm. 

Shifting up just a tad more I wrapped my size 38C creamy white tits around his dark chocolate cock; rubbing them on the shaft as my mouth worked just the head of his cock. Looking up I smiled as I watched the light dawn in his eyes. I knew this would do the trick. As fascinated as he was with my breast, a titty fuck was just the prescription to get my young boy-toy back in line. 

The emotions intense as Daryl watched my every movement. He even fought human nature to keep the stare as a powerful orgasm rose up his body. I think he was daring me to swallow all that he offered. And it was not easy actually. A couple of drops actually escaped and ran down my chin to coat his cock. But not for long, the thick white cream against the dark skin demanded that I finish the job. So I smiled sweetly into his face as my tongue lapped that too up. 

I slowly crawled up his body then; making certain to allow the white tits he adored so much to drag up each and every inch of his body as I did. I decided to test just how wild this young buck was as I offered my mouth up to his. I admit I was more than a bit shocked when rather than turning away his tongue once more slid deeply into my mouth to dance with my own, which had moments before been covered in his thick rich cream. He actually wrapped one hand through my hair and drew me deeper as his other hand found his favourite toy: my tit. 

Rolling then so that I was pinned beneath his large frame, he broke the kiss and replied, "For now, I agree. But do not push me too far. I am not some boy-toy," as if he had read my mind earlier. I turned away and chewed my lip a bit not ready to see what his eyes revealed even then. 

He turned my face back towards his own as he rubbed his broad nose against the tip of my own. "I know that I pushed you pretty fast yesterday, Lizzie." His lips tentative this time as they moved upon my own. This kiss scared me way more in its gentleness than all his other bold moves. He seemed to sense my withdrawal then. Pulling back, he slapped my ass beneath the duvet to break the mood. "We need a shower before Ellie wakes up."

I shook my head. "You need to go before she does," I proclaimed.

He rolled his eyes, "You don't get it, do you? No one thinks it one bit strange if I help out a bit more now. It isn't like Mary or my mum have x-ray vision and know what happens in this room," he winked.

His words stopped me cold. I had not considered that actually. I suppose I just assumed that everyone would see the sudden change in me: the release of the sexual tension. Was it possible that Daryl was right? Could I possibly have my cake and eat it too as the old saying goes?

Rising out of the bed, he stood naked and proud; and he had plenty to be proud about that was for sure. I could not get over the fact that he looked like he had walked out of some African god fantasy. He offered his hand to me and drew me out of bed. I, on the other hand, was careful to wrap the duvet about me; having lost a great deal of my bravado. 

"OK, but you need to understand some of my rules too, Lizzie." Grabbing the duvet then and pulling it from me, "The fake shy thing don't work. You can't brag about being a woman one minute and act like a shy school girl the next." His fingers tugged firmly at my hardening nipples, "I am not telling you again: I want you." His words were as firm as the erection that was once again rising towards the ceiling. He bent so that his mouth tugged at my nipple, "All of you..."

I closed my eyes then; just for a moment to enjoy the sensation. His hand took my own and wrapped it around his growing cock. We both moaned low then. He broke the spell and the kiss, "We need that shower before Ellie wakes up...and considering...THINGS," he growled looking down at his almost fully erect black cock, "we should probably take them separately." He leaned down to place a quick kiss on my upturned nose, "You go first and I'll make coffee."

I grabbed the towel from its hook on the back of the door and raced for the bathroom uncertain if I had won the battle and perhaps lost the war. I turned on the water and adjusted the temperature; wondering how it was that even when I asserted control he always seemed to wrestle it back from me. I was probably playing with the proverbial fire and if I was half as smart as I prided myself on being I would march right downstairs and kick his black arse out of the flat. But the wonderful soreness between my legs as I washed my shaved cunt begged and pleaded otherwise. And ashamed to say...it won.

I heard the door creak as it opened. I could not stop myself from crossing my arms across my breasts as Daryl seemed to fill the tiny space of our loo. Shaking his jet black braids as he offered me a mug of steaming black coffee, "What did I tell you, luvy?" He slid out of James' robe that he must have found still hanging on the back of the bedroom door after I left. Making yet another mental note to myself...put James' stuff away...I thought painfully. 

He must have glimpsed the sadness cross my face because he jokingly offered, "Just the way you like it: hot, strong, black and sweet," smiling mischievously like the boy a part of him still was, "just like you like your men if I remember your quote."

I blushed remembering then how carelessly I had thrown those words about. Had I unknowingly encouraged Daryl's crush? A little late for those regrets I thought. "Well you were too young to hear the rest of that one," I joked.

His laugh was deep as he once again repeated his little habit of slapping my soft white ass hard enough to sting and turn it pink, but gently enough not to cause any lasting damage. "I'm not now," he smiled as he lifted his half hard cock at me in confirmation.

Throwing what little caution I had to the wind then, I reached out and softly wanked his dark cock as I kissed his smile away. I drew back when he was fully erect, "Alright then. There are three acceptable ways to wake me. With a cup of hot coffee as you know." Then I traced his generous lips, "With your head between my thighs." And then reaching back for that impressive piece of wood, "Or another kind of head between those thighs," I finished with a sly smile.

He chuckled deeply then, "Thanks...I will remember that. But unless you want to explain the facts of life to Ellie you better get out of here and get dressed while I take my shower." I nodded my head in agreement, blushing that it was him that should be the logical one in that moment. 

As if to assert his right to be here, he added "I washed my clothes last night when I did a load of your things. Don't get me wrong. I like the white undies, but the red ones at the back of your drawer are the perfect shade to get an Arsenal fan going." 

I grabbed the towel and rushed out then before I could pronounce: Liverpool, remembering that James' team too had the same bright red colours. Tears stung my eyes as I thumbed through my underwear. In the end I compromised on black. I dressed quickly in jeans and a black jumper.

Trying desperately not to think about it all as I stood in the kitchen downstairs making breakfast of hot porridge for Ellie on yet another cold September morning. I decided to use the larger pan remembering from all the times that Daryl had stayed over as a kid that it was one of his favourites as well. I even broke my cardinal rule and pulled out sausage to fry as well: a treat usually reserved for the weekend. 




New Beginnings



I wondered then what Daryl had been thinking all those times he had shared Kyle's room. His comment about wanking to the image of me nursing Ellie was fresh in my mind. I tried to remember if I had always managed to keep a mummy voice as I called it when James made love to me on those nights. 

When he appeared in the door way of the kitchen he seemed the perfectly respectable young neighbour that he had always been. His grey track suit and white t-shirt though did little to hide the god-like body beneath and more to accentuate it. "Smells good," he proclaimed. "But then again you always were the best cook." As if considering it all he inquired, "So if I follow the rules, do I get cookies?"

I could not help laughing, "Yes...on Sundays as always." Thinking that I had not made home-made cookies since James' died, but perhaps it was time to change that as well.

His smile was huge as it broke across his dark face, "Then even more reason. I'll finish up here. You go wake Ellie." Why did he keep asserting his control even in little things I wondered?

The rest of the morning went smoothly. Ellie and Daryl chatted over breakfast as I straightened the kitchen. I had forgotten in my pain and self-inflicted isolation that before James' death Ellie had been such an outgoing little girl. Had I perhaps harmed her emotionally by holding so tightly these last few months? 

We did argue once again in the hall as Ellie ran upstairs to get her book bag. Daryl insisted that I add him to the list of people approved to pick her up from school. I felt cornered as if by doing so I crossed some line and in some way recognised our newly changed relationship. But in the end his practicality won out, recognising that if I or her uncle were not available Daryl was one more resource available to help out. 

But his smile was cool and controlled as he shooed Ellie out the door and patted my arse this time instead of slapping it. "I owe you one...when we get back from school," he promised. I laughed realising that it probably would not end with one.

***

The pain receding slowly I decided to try a different tactic: tears. Although the tears were real enough considering the ripping pain shooting through my grotesquely swollen belly. "Please...Daryl...I can't take anymore. I want to go to the hospital." I pleaded. 

Logically as a midwife I knew of course that I was deep in transition; that our son would be born soon. But let me tell you, it is very fucking different when it is your body that is being torn apart in pain. All the knowledge in the world does not make a hill of beans, no matter how many hundreds and thousands of births you had attended. It fucking HURTS. 

Making it even worse our son seemed as stubborn as his father with his head turned so that the hard back of his skull faced my own back bone. They called it posterior or sunny-side up, but it almost always resulted in this slow and excruciatingly painful labour. 

Pressing the heels of his palms deep into my back as he tried in vain to relieve a bit of the pain with counter-pressure, "I know, but you said that you wanted a natural birth. Remember the Odent series?"

I pushed vainly away then trying to get out of the birth pool; to make my own way to the hospital if I had to. "I don't fucking care about that god damned book. I want this baby out now."

Marge, who was both the head midwife at the hospital where I had worked for five years and a close friend, intervened then; much as I would have in the same situation...if I actually had a brain instead of just a throbbing uterus, raging hormones and a smug arse of a husband. But I forget: we haven't gotten that far have we?

Perhaps trying to defuse the tension, Marge bent her greying head forward and suggested, "Let's stand up for a minute, Elizabeth. I want to check his heart rate."

I hated, absolutely positively deplored, the fact that there was no way in hell I could manage to stand on my own then. I turned back towards Daryl stubbornly refusing to look in his dark eyes as I felt his huge arms easily lift my not inconsequential weight from the warm water. 

"Alright I don't need to tell you this is going to be cold," Marge said as she applied the jelly to my belly.

He brushed a kiss across my closed lids, his voice heart-breakingly soft, "OK, Lizzie, if that's what you want, we'll go to the hospital. I have never wanted to hurt you." 

Dammit, dam him all to hell. Why did he always do that? Change the rules on me without warning? Gritting my teeth as I almost fell back if not for Daryl slowly lowering me back into the warmth of the pool as another fucking contraction hit and I slipped into my safe reserve of memory. 

Chapter Three

After that morning things had gone swimmingly well: in that my cunt seemed to always be swimming in my own juices that is. For over two months, I had quite simply managed to have it all. The normal routine of my little world safe and uninterrupted: work, Ellie and extended family. And no one was any the wiser to the young African god that crept into my bed, often. 

No one ever guessed about the early morning fucks that keep me smiling. Esther and Mary both seemed perfectly content with Daryl's explanation that he owed it to me to help out when he could. Of course they had no idea exactly HOW he was helping out. He helped me out of my clothes...into the bed...and the couch...hell, even the kitchen counter top.

Of course, he was more than judicious in other practical help as well. He actually took over picking Ellie up from school on his way home from university. He insisted it was the least he could do, since he would keep me up late at least two sometimes three mornings each week...a quickie before class he would assert helped him to focus more...and me to sleep better. I could not deny that logic. 

Hell, he even helped put on the Halloween party for the kids on the estate. A task James had repeatedly refused to budge upon. He had lugged stuff around, climbed on ladders to hang decorations and even managed to break up a fight between some of the older boys before things got out of control. It really was the best Halloween party ever. 

Once or twice a week he would even manage to convince Mary that she needed a break and took over Ellie's care when I went to work. Those mornings when I came home were often the best. Until the Monday morning before my big American Thanksgiving that was.

My night had been shit. Too many women...too many babies...and way too many interventions and complications. As I opened the door to my flat I was wondering why I stayed with NHS. Why did I not just quit and begin an independent practice? More than one of my peers had successfully made that transition. But then again they were not single parents with a young child to raise alone. 

Ever since I had read Michele Odent's book Birth and Breastfeeding I had increasingly questioned the advisability of many of the procedures we performed routinely. Why did something as natural as the act that began it need to be monitored and wired and timed? But I was way too tired to deal with great philosophical debates of my profession at the moment.

I climbed the stairs performing what had become my routine: checking on my little angel before dealing with a certain big devil. I had bought a new bed; despite everyone's protest that there was nothing wrong with the old one, not even five years old yet. But I was not about to explain my reason to anyone. 

Lest of all the buff duvet hog that took up almost the whole damned thing. He had been the one with Kyle to lug the thing up the stairs. Of course once he had assembled the damned thing he had unceremoniously bounced upon it; grabbing me and demanding that it needed to be broken in. Of course, since it was Sunday dinner that had to wait, but it was well worth the wait.

This morning though I was in no mood and that was saying something I was always in the mood or could easily be gotten into it. I wanted to drop into bed: alone. And just sleep. Sleep until all the worries simply fell away: no caesareans, no ringing phones, no paperwork, no bills...nothing except sleep.

Slipping into my room, I divested myself of clothes. Trying very carefully not to awaken the sleeping bull, I sought the far corner of the bed. But it was not to be, Daryl rolled so that his arm was slung across my chest pinning me as his large dark hand moulded my breast. He scooted over invading my space to snug his rough face against my neck. "Good morning, my luv," he slurred still mostly asleep. 

I was edging for a fight anyway as I shoved his arm off me. "Dammit Daryl, why do you have to take up the whole fucking bed?"

That woke him up, he shook his braids as he cleared his eyes and focused, "PMSing are we, Lizzie?" Of course he was right; my period was due the next day. But the very fact that he knew and actually was aware of such mundane facts of my life infuriatingly reminded me of how this young African god had insinuated himself into every area of my life. 

"Why don't you go home and let me sleep in peace?" I spat with venom born only of hormones. 

Instead he simply slid the arm that had been pinning me to the bed lower and lifted my thigh. This position left me open and vulnerable as he guided his cock into my cunt without warning. I changed my mind. I could be gotten into the mood even today I thought as a strong orgasm began at my toes and soon spread all over my body. 

His hips surging and circling slowly, "How about I fuck you silly and leave you to sleep it off while I get Ellie ready and take her to school?" he offered as an alternative.

I arched my head back against his too broad chest as he surged forward into me even deeper. I closed my eyes and mind just feeling for once; refusing to analyse each move or motive. His hand came up to grasp and massage my tit as he shifted his weight just enough so that the angle of penetration allowed him to go even deeper. Mind you the spoons position we were in was supposed to be for more shallow penetration, but then again there was nothing shallow about Daryl. 

As always I turned my face into the pillow biting to muffle out my cries, lest we wake not only Ellie but our families. We had been doing so well about keeping my rules, especially number one. I was not about to spoil it now by screaming at the top of lungs as I came hard. 

Rules? Fuck...rule two. Trying to focus, I realised of course that things happened way too fast this time for Daryl to be obeying that rule: condoms. "Daryl, please we have to stop for a minute," I plead.

Nuzzling my neck he whispered, "You know you don't want me to stop, luvy." His hips drove a tad deeper although I knew he was still playing around more than anything; less than half of his impressive cock was buried in my wet pulsating white cunt. 

"Daryl, the condoms are next to the bed," I plead breathlessly. Knowing it was more about keeping the situation and Daryl under control than it was about contraception at this point. 

"Why? I can't get you pregnant now." Since when did he become the fucking expert in conception and birth, I asked myself. But I was distracted very quickly by the steady and deep thrusting of his unbelievably hard black cock inside of me. 

I almost whimpered; idiot that I am when he withdrew. But I was not disappointed for long as he flipped me onto my back and towered over me. His hard dark cock rubbing against the creamy pale skin of my soft stomach was almost a powerful enough image to make me cum again. He continued to rub it slowly back and forth as he bent forward to kiss my lips, even slower and deeper. 

He drew back then, "Do you really want anything between us this morning?" Using the tip of his cock as if it were a pen he slowly wrote a massage down my stomach towards my dripping cunt. I knew that the wet trail he left contained my cunt juices as well as his thick creamy white pre-cum. 

Holding the head of his weapon just at the opening of my too wet pussy, he waited until I could no longer resist the urge to look into his face. "Remember how good it felt that first time when I came inside you." Circling the head at the entrance slowly, "Over and over and over again," he teased. 

Stopping and looking deep into my green eyes, he challenged, "Is that what you want, Lizzie?" His cock moved up until its unbelievably soft tip brushed back and forth across my throbbing clit, "Is this what you need?" he whispered roughly before surging forward to bury several inches in me once more. Growling, "Because I do!" as his hips took up some ancient pounding beat. The drums of my repeated orgasms pounded in my ears. 

I whimpered and thrashed my head against the pillow as I fought for control and reason. I tried desperately not to give into his overpowering will and sexuality. But in the end I quickly lost our little battle of wills as he once more lifted my pale legs over his dark shoulders. Burying his cock deeply and using that tight arse of his to power small circle that soon had me clawing at the sheets and biting my lips as one orgasm rolled into the other. 

I was honestly not sure how much more of the pleasure I could take. Although I had heard about women who fainted during sex, it was not on my do-list of sexual variety. And at that moment I was very afraid I might. 

But Daryl was not about to let me escape that easily. Holding his whole body very still as he flexed his cock back and forth using only his arse muscles, he reached forward with his hands cupping my face gently and whispered, "Some rules are made to be broken every now and then," he pronounced as if that settled everything. 

Using his considerable weight then to lean forward until my knees virtually touched my ears, a position I could never acquire in yoga, he pushed slowly and steadily into me. His dark black eyes never left my face. I had to close my eyes then; the vision of this young African god was too much as I came once more. But this time, my orgasm triggered his as I felt him tremble over me. His cock spurted hot cum out over and over again as he had taunted earlier that it would. It seemed like forever, but was probably only a couple of moments. 

He easily rolled then so that I was splayed across his dark chest. Normally I would get hot all over again at the site of my blondish-brown hair spread out across his deep coffee skin and my straight hair entangling with the shorter much coarser hair on his chest, but the warm wet spreading between my thighs and dripping down my leg did anything but got me in the mood at that moment.

Daryl might think that rules were made to be broken but my whole carefully balanced universe depended on keeping those rules. As I struggled to bring my boiling temper under control, he flared it even more, "So I thought I could play co-host on Thursday and help out a bit."

Leaning up so that I met his dark stare squarely, "What makes you think that?"

Brushing my hair back from my face, "Lizzie, I just thought it was about time we started letting people know about us," he announced as if that made any sense.

"Well I don't. You think because I let you bend Rule two, you can break the most important rule of all?" I was on a roll now. "Well get the fuck out. We had this conversation two months ago and nothing has changed. I am not losing my friends and family...over cock!" I refused in my angry to acknowledge what I saw then. "Cock? Is that all I am to you, Lizzie? Any cock will do. Good enough to fuck but not to care about," he accused. 

Hearing the sting in those words as he spat them back at me, I felt as if my words needed just a bit of explanation, "I didn't say that Daryl. You know I care about you. I always have," I began.

"Save it, Lizzie. I don't need a mother. I have one of those. And just so you know I never saw you that way to begin with: well at least not as my mother," he explained somewhat dejectedly as he brushed my naked body aside and got up out of bed.

He grabbed his clothes from the foot of the bed, "You are probably right, Lizzie. I should get the fuck out." 

Reaching for the duvet that he had carelessly tossed at the foot of the bed I clutched it about myself. Nodding as I fought back tears, my mind tossed between the need to call him back and the realisation that this was doomed to end this way from the beginning. 

Somehow I got up that morning showered and dressed. I got Ellie ready for school, gave her breakfast and took the familiar walk. But it was a numbness that I was all too familiar with, an emptiness of loneliness, one day stretching out after the other...all the same. I went home then and crawled into sheets that still smelled too much of sex. I tossed and turned restlessly until I fell asleep at last.

***

I was crying again now as I slipped back into the ever-damming present. Marge held out a glass of apple juice to me. "Drink this," she commanded as firmly as I myself would have.

I sipped obediently as I leaned for all my strength against Daryl's strong shoulders. "Alright, we have some options to consider here." Her tone was a bit more reassuring as she began, "I have read your little white paper and heard all your arguments against them, Elizabeth. But I think if there was ever a time to check how far dilated you are, this is it. I think if you are as close, as we both know you are, you will find the strength to go on." Shaking her head then, "And if you have stalled, well we will talk about that too."

Leaning his head against my shoulder in the birthing pool, "Please Lizzie, listen to her."

I bit my lip, a nasty little habit of mine as I considered what Marge suggested. I admitted it; not the least of my objections was the fact that no matter how gently done: internal exams hurt like a son of a bitch. But in the end I agreed. 

Grabbing onto Daryl's shoulder until my fingers left white impressions in his dark skin, "You ain't going anywhere, buddy." 

"I wouldn't think of it, luvy," he replied tightening his hold beneath my arms as Marge gloved up. 

Chapter Four

I bit my lip until blood appeared. "Good news...eight centimetres and negative one station," Marge pronounced.

I whimpered, "Ten and negative two would have been better." I hated that my voice sounded as whiny as Ellie's four year old one.

Marge realist that she was simply nodded, "I said good, not great." She looked at both me and Daryl, "So do you still want that hospital?" I choose the easy path then: closing my mind off once more as I rode the intense pain.

***

Thanksgiving sucked. I actually considered cancelling it. I am sure that I could have begged off what had become a neighbourhood tradition by making excuses about not this year. But it was also about keeping our American culture alive for my own children. 

My oldest son David was in Scotland working on his PhD in history, but he had already purchased the train ticket. He said he was bringing someone home this year. He almost always did; several friends usually. But it was the way he said it this time that made me pause. I suppose I had to realise that at twenty-three, he was a man and not the tow-headed little boy I had raised.

Kyle was bringing several of his friends from university as well. I was sure there would be at least a couple of girls among the group; there always were with him. Even though he went to university just across the river in the south side of London, he had chosen to live on his own since his first year. Well not on his own, he shared the flat with two other students. 

Of course, I suppose Ellie was the main reason I celebrated Thanksgiving. Although she had been born in the US, we had moved when she was just a small baby. She knew virtually nothing of this other side of her heritage, as was evident by her increasingly distinct British accent. So I made the effort to bring American holidays to her: a Fourth of July barbeque and the traditional Thanksgiving feast, replete with over 30 people stuffed into our tiny reception and kitchen. 




New Beginnings



I spent Tuesday after my 'disagreement' with Daryl cleaning the house. I think the loo had never received such a scouring as I took out my pain and frustrations with the toilet brush. Then Wednesday I cooked. I went through the motions; preparing cakes and pies, making both a huge turkey and a ham as well as all the sides. It was a feast for my guests.

By Thursday, I was ready to call it all off, if not for the rows upon rows of home-made food lining the kitchen counters, but I did not want to think about kitchen counters, which were the perfect height for certain six foot African gods. I did not think he would come even though he had been to every Thanksgiving since our first. So I was shocked and pretty speechless when I opened the door to find Esther decked out in her traditional African head wrap with Daryl holding a bottle of wine right behind her. I am not sure if his presence made things harder or easier, but it certainly had me down a few more glasses of wine than I normally would. 

Of course when Kyle stopped me upstairs to discuss 'how you are doing mum,' I was a bit taken aback at his words. "Mum, I know James has been gone almost nine months now. But let's be honest celibacy has never been your thing...after you and dad divorced. Well what I'm trying to say is maybe you need to get laid." 

I swallowed my tongue then, because it was my conservative son saying it. I would expect such brashness from David, but not Kyle. But more so because I wondered how Kyle would feel if he knew that his friend had until very recently been making certain I 'got laid' rather frequently.

My head was spinning by the end of the night. Hell, I even dreamt that Daryl tucked me into bed. In the dream, he bent over and kissed me: one of the kinds that scared the ever-loving be-jesus out of me. He whispered, "I never meant to hurt you, Lizzie. You have to believe that." Despite waking up to an immaculate house, which I know for damned sure it wasn't when I virtually passed out, I prefer to refer to the whole thing as simply a dream.

The next week and a half were of course more of the same: work, sleep and Ellie. I kept telling myself that everything was for the best. I figured if I said it enough then the ache between my legs and the loneliness of my almost empty flat might not matter. I even thought that perhaps it might be best if Ellie and I returned to the US. But in the end I knew that would not be fair to her. She loved her family and friends; this was home...the only one she ever knew.

I must have looked like hell though. Mary attributed it to being alone for the holidays. She suggested that she take Ellie with her on a little shopping trip across the channel in Calais. She had never been there she said, but heard that she could get great bargains because of the exchange rate. She was even taking Esther. I was reluctant since the trip would mean Ellie missed a week of school just before the long Christmas holiday break. But then I remembered that at just three and a half years old, schools were more about play and fun; seeing a new country with her family would be a great opportunity. 

I realised as I packed her stuff that Sunday though that the real reason I didn't want her to go was because I would be alone for five days. I tried to actually remember the last time I had been alone. David was twenty-three so that meant it had been at least twenty-four years, but my memories failed to find the specific occasion. I thought maybe Kyle was right. Daryl's was not the only big black cock in London, although I had to admit given my over quarter of a century of sexual experience that his was special. 

I saw the group off that Monday morning at St Pancreas. Ellie's little light brown hand had its fingers laced through her Unca's fingers; her Nan and Esther were chatting about the presents they wanted to get. Perhaps I should have arranged a couple of days off or even just gone with them for part of the trip, but Esther had insisted that I should just rest. Like I said, I must have looked like shit. 

I worked on Monday night, but then had the next three days off, so I planned to at least try and take her up on the suggestion. And if that failed, I had ordered a new book by Odent on caesarean births. I was going to be speaking at an upcoming in-service about his work. 

My shift on Monday was about average: not too busy or stressful. But it was enough to tire me out. So I was quite happy to slip between my new sheets on Tuesday morning as the sun rose over the gold and brown tree tops. I had to buy new sheets because even when I washed the others, they smelled of sex: hot sex. 

My dreams though were rather fitful and filled with young African gods and gorgeous uncut black cock. It had been a while since dreams got me this hot. I came awake slowly as I felt the wet between my thighs I realised the dream had been enough to actually make me cum in my sleep, "Holy fuck," I exclaimed rolling over.

And into a solid wall of broad black chest, "Dam Lizzie, that must have been some dream," he smiled before lowering his head to kiss my lips full on. His hand moved up to cup my bare breast since I always slept naked. His thick fingers rolled the hardening nipple between them until I moaned into his throat. His other hand travelled slowly down my body until it pried my thighs apart and his fingers slipped inside my wet pussy; as if he needed to confirm for himself how hot the dream had been.

That was enough. My hips lifted off the bed to meet his firm caress as his fingers found my g-spot. The stimulation on my nipples twinned with it were overpowering as I came so hard that I am sure my cunt juices must have been gushing down his dark fingers. I was whimpering and quivering as the sexual tensions of two weeks were released. 

His soft thick lips caressed across my face to my ear as he whispered, "I've missed this too." His fingers continued their rhythmic thrusting inside me as his tongue trailed down the side of my neck. His weight shifting lower as his lips found the light brown of my puckered nipple. It was his turn to whimper as he sucked it deep into his warm mouth. I felt his cock against my thigh grow impossibly hard as I knew he was enjoying his own little fetish: my creamy white tits. 

I came repeatedly as his mouth worked back and forth for several minutes between my ample boobs. His fingers inside me thrust in and out; then slipping slowly out to find the nub of my clit, slick and peeking from beneath its hood. "Please," I whined and whimpered.

His breath was hot across my chest as he replied, "Please what, Lizzie? Please eat your wet white pussy until you cum all over my face?" He punctuated the image with a firm bite to my right nipple then. It was followed by a long slow lick as if to apologise. "Please fuck you...long and hard...and deep...until your hot pussy squeezes every last drop of cum out of my balls?" He repeated the action this time on my left nipple. Before he looked up at me, his chin resting in the valley between my tits as his finger continued to stroke my clit. "Or both?"

He shifted his weight then lowering his body so that the dark braids of his head were between my open thighs. "I think you told me once that this is an acceptable way to wake you up, Lizzie." 

I could almost feel the wetness creeping slowly down the walls of my cunt as I watched his dark thick fingers parting my pale shaved pussy lips. Over the past decade I had accepted that the visual stimulation of black and white was a huge turn-on for me: never more so than at this moment. 

By the time he lowered his head and slowly drew my clit between his teeth as his gaze held mine, I was ready to cum yet again. His smile was broad at my response to his touch, "I want to hear you scream, Lizzie. You never have. Our families are gone, so..." he left the sentence unfinished, but not my clit. His tongue flicked back and forth across the sensitive flesh until my hips were undulating beneath him. 

After over two decades of the 'mummy voice' as I called the low throaty moans and biting into pillows or my lips, when I would have been louder; the very idea of freely screaming out in pleasure was completely foreign to me. But I think Daryl may have considered this a challenge of another sort. Rising up so that he was kneeling above me then, he reached for the pillow and tucked it beneath my hips. "Get comfy, Lizzie cause I am not stopping until you do," he boasted.

He winked before lowering his head once more to the task of making me scream...or was that cream. His tongue slowly licked from my arse up to my clit, then paused to nibble at it before actually tongue fucking my dripping wet pussy. 

"Fuck," I bit between gritted teeth. Is it possible to actually feel a smile on your pussy? 

As he breathed across my clit, "That was NOT a scream, Lizzie," he challenged. 

"Please stop," I pleaded having already cum so much that my clit was swollen and throbbing painfully. 

Sliding so slowly up my body that I felt like every inch of my skin was catching fire, he rose above. He smiled again as he bent slowly forward to kiss me so that I tasted the musky tang of my cunt upon his tongue. "Then I'll have to make you scream another way, Lizzie," he announced as he rubbed his hard cock against my thigh. "Put me inside you," he commanded.

God dam, I thought then; having stupidly tossed the couple of remaining condoms in the bin that Tuesday when I was cleaning. I had not wanted any reminder of what I was missing. I shook my head, no. "I can't. I don't have any condoms."

"Wouldn't matter, because we aren't using them," he purred as a soft challenge against the side of my neck as he took my hand in his much larger one and drew it to his hard cock; my fingers were not even able to encircle it. "Put me inside you, Lizzie," this time his voice even deeper as he thrust his hips up. When I did not immediately obey, he used his other hand to turn my face back towards him, "Lizzie, we both need this bad so put my damned cock in your cunt." 

I tried to think of something...anything...other than the strong steady pulse I could feel beating along the length of his cock in my hand. But at that moment thinking was more about the throbbing between my legs that had waited two weeks to feel this once more. It was almost an involuntary thing as my hand that was wrapped about his cock slowly moved then towards my waiting cunt; as if I had no choice.

I am not sure which of us sighed louder at the first touch of his cock slipping into my cunt. I know that my back arched so high off the bed at the unbelievable feeling of fullness that my soft tits scraped across the wiry hairs of his chest. His hands on my hips pinned me beneath him. Was it possible that he too was so close to orgasm that he feared any movement would unleash the same strong contractions that were claiming me now?

He waited for my body to relax with just the tip of his impressive cock wedged inside my still quivering cunt. Then slowly he slipped in deeper as if he too wanted to savour the feel of each stroke before we gave into other needs that called so strongly. I whimpered as I tried to move my hips beneath him but his hold on them was too strong. Nuzzling his face against my neck once more, he whispered "That still was not a scream, Lizzie." 

His hip withdrew then until just the tip of his cock was inside me once more, "What do I have to do to make you scream?" he asked as he surged into me fast this time; taking my breath from my lungs. My fingers gripped his shoulders then as if to find something solid on which to hold as the whole world spun beneath me. "Tell me you want this, Lizzie...that you want me," he demanded as he drove over and over into me then.

"Yes! Fuck yes. I want this," I whinged in a decidedly non-mummy voice this time.

Holding perfectly still then with at least eight inches buried deep in me and more than a few not, "Look at me," his voice was commanding but it was the crack in it that drew my attention to his face a few mere inches from my own. "Tell me you want me, Lizzie."

I felt conflicted. I knew on some deeper level what he was asking and I was not sure that I ready for this; for any of this. But in the end, honesty demanded that I not lie. I did want him. I tried though to get away with simply nodding my head in response. But that brought only the tenderest of kisses. I decided that the truth spoken aloud might offer more safety than that path. "Yes, Daryl...I want you," I whispered.

My hard fought admission seemingly sufficient at least for the moment he resumed where we had left off; surging into me over and over...and over...and over again. My orgasms were hard and came one upon the other. I felt his hands on my hips shift then. Rather than pinning me beneath him, they moved beneath my arse so that he was lifting me up to meet each of his strong thrusts.

It was a cold December morning even inside the flat so I was more than a bit surprised to realise that both of our bodies were glistening with the sheen of sweat. I had always been fascinated the idea of pheromones contained in sweat. I found myself suddenly and curiously drawn to lift my head and lick softly at the beads glistening on the dark skin of his chest. Salty, but definitely something...more. 

He moaned at the touch of my hot mouth on his skin as he continued to pound into me. "Lizzie, don't...not now," he pleaded.

It was my turn to smile as I realised that someone was not Superman and maybe I had found another of his kryptonites. My tongue swept solidly across his chest then, enjoying the raspy feel of the hair as my lips found his dark nipple and drew it slowly into my mouth. "FUCK," he spat in accusation as his hands firmly lifted my arse further off the pillow. He tilted my hips so that he could slam even deeper and harder into me. 

I could tell he was close by the tightness and flexing I felt in his muscles; the bulging biceps and triceps beneath my fingers, the smooth pectorals beneath my mouth, but especially the throbbing cock buried so deeply in my wet cunt. If I had been thinking I would have tried to slow things down, get things back in control, but the only thing doing any thinking at that moment was the squeezing and quivering mass of muscles and nerve endings called my cunt. 

My mouth though was still working; moving now to the other nipple. I bit it softly until it too pebbled at my touch. That is when I felt Daryl's cock buried so deeply in me swell even more as he slammed into me hard. I felt his whole body tense as I felt the first hot spurt of cum of hit deep within my pussy. The feeling was intoxicating as I too came hard; milking even more from him. I am not ashamed to say that he got what he wanted either. I cried out then as I came: screamed a more accurate description.

My heart rate and breathing were slowly returning to normal. Daryl had half rolled to his side so that he leaned his face against his forearm as he looked down at me. Of course, the fact that I could still feel the pulse beating in his erect cock that remained buried deeper inside me than he had ever managed to get if before was not helping the rising sense of panic in my mind.

As if sensing my mood, he repeated a move I had once used with him. His dark hand covered my mouth as he spoke. "Let's talk about those rules of yours, Lizzie," he began.

"Rule one...I know I have pushed you too fast. And I promise to try and be patient. But this is not just about cock as you so in-eloquently put it. So yes...eventually...I want our families to know." I was shaking my head and trying to make various protests against his hand, but to no avail.

"Rule two? Just to put your little mind at rest the reason I'm so damned sure I'm clean is that you are the only woman I have ever gone bare with cause that means something to me. You trust the person enough to take care of you, to keep you safe, to be just with you. To make something else perfectly clear...I hope eventually we do make a baby: a beautiful light skinned boy to match our perfect little princess." I tried in vain then to get up in stark terror as his one hand over my mouth and his other rubbed softly across my lower belly as if a medicine man calling forth life.

I am sure that he must have seen complete panic in my eyes then. But he always was a quick learn. "Perhaps you need a little convincing?" He spent the next three days doing just that. When I went back to work on Thursday, I could hardly walk. 

***

"FUCK!" I have no trouble screaming this time. Of course that first scream was probably what fucking got me here...or one of the hundreds of others during those three days of lessons. But at this point I cared less about that or about the partially shocked and laughing look that Marge gave me. 

Turning my head into Daryl's shoulder, I pleaded "Get me out of here."

A deep chuckle rose from his chest beneath me, "Where would you like to go, Lizzie? Paris? A stroll in the garden?"

I hate that arrogant laugh. I have heard it more than enough. "Piss off," I bit between gritted teeth. 

Kissing my forehead once more he offered, "No, Lizzie. Where do you want to go?" I ignored, of course, the hours of work that he had put into turning the study into a birthing suite: complete with a nice warm birthing pool. He had carefully read all the books on my shelf and chosen the perfect place for a mammalian birth. It was smallest room in the flat, warm, and dark with only a small lamp in the corner. He had wanted candles but I pointed out that my sense of smell might not accommodate that during labour. 

Whimpering like a cry baby, "I want our bed, please." I did feel a tad guilty after all his hard work. But what I really wanted was to fall asleep in said bed and forget this fucking pain. 

Standing and lifting my weight as well, he steadied me with one arm wrapped about my middle: well almost...but considering the size of Daryl's arms the fact that it would not wrap all the way was even more depressing. He reached across for towels draping a large one over me and rubbing gently then wrapping another about his middle. He helped me from the pool slowly as we both dripped on the tarp beneath it. 

I clutched his forearms and collapsed against his chest as the next contraction hit: unbuffered now by the soothing water and more intense with the help of gravity in the standing position. I was not ready for that.

"Fuck this," Daryl spat vehemently as he scoped my rather substantial frame up in his arms. Using his foot he unceremoniously kicked the door open and carried me to our room and bed. Marge rushed ahead tossing back the duvet and piling the pillows against the headboard. 

I tossed trying to find a semi-comfortable, hell even manageable, position. Kissing my forehead as he grabbed his track bottoms, "I'll be right back." 

Marge smiled as he ducked out to change from the wet trunks into something dry before things progressed more. "Complicated," she laughed referring to a long ago exchange.

I tried hard to smile as I felt another contraction begin.

Chapter Five

It was not as if those three days completely erased my very real concerns, but they did give me a great deal to think about. I realised that I was being a cold-hearted bitch. Just because of his age, I had somehow thought it alright to treat Daryl in a way that I myself would have resented. But there were also more than a few moments when I desperately wanted to run away; as he had said he had pushed me way too fast. He was though very convincing, I thought smiling.

***

"Now that is something we have not seen in a while," Marge broke my reverie as I looked up from the charts I had been trying to work upon.

Shaking my head slightly, "What?" I asked.

"A real smile on your face. Which of these arrogant bastards is it?" she inquired.




New Beginnings



Realising that my friend and supervisor thought that I had become involved with one of the consultants, I quickly corrected her. "No one you know."

"It doesn't matter who he is. He should keep doing it," she asserted as if that finalised it.

Shaking my head, "It's complicated." I wondered how to explain. Knowing that I could hardly explain to others what I did not understand myself.

"Look around you. Sex and love always are," her grey head dropped back to the chart she had been working on. 

I was relieved that she had not pursued it further actually, but also a bit concerned. Did I wear some freshly fucked by boy-toy sign about my neck, I wondered. Thankfully a patient buzzer went off then; the rest of the night too busy to think much about anything.

I was tired that morning as I let myself into the flat and more than a little confused still by my conversation with Marge. In the past two weeks, despite lots of convincing I still felt deeply conflicted about the situation. There were so many reasons to call this thing off...James, Ellie, Kyle, Mary, Esther...hell, my whole fucking reputation. But despite all those I never seemed to be able to get the words past my lips. Even though cool logic said I should; must. Other parts of me begged for just a bit longer, a little more time, with a certain African god.

After checking on my sleeping angel, I slipped into my room forgetting for a moment that Daryl had charmed Mary into letting him 'help out' with Ellie during the Christmas break. I did not even finish pushing my knickers down my pale legs when he rolled over grabbing my arm and tossing me playfully across the bed. Caught unawares I landed on my tummy and soon felt the playful sting of Daryl's large hand across my mostly bare bottom before he finished the job and half tore my knickers off. 

Bending forward he bit at the pink imprint on my bum, "Hmmm, you know I get so worked up over your creamy titties I forget what a sweet white ass you have, Lizzie." His hands and mouth caressed and bit the tender flesh for several minutes until I was almost whimpering. Then grabbing his pillow he lifted my hips and slid it under my hips, before returning to his previous exploration. 

I bit into the sheets when I felt his long thick fingers slip into my sopping wet cunt. As I had known he would, he immediately homed in on my g-spot sending me over the edge with my first orgasm of the morning. Quickly followed by several more; as my hips began to churn helplessly on the pillow, a reluctant captive to his touch.

Then I felt the bed shift as Daryl came up behind me drawing my hips back slowly until the head of his hard cock found my hot cunt. We both moaned softly as he sank deep into me slowly. Always looking for the chance to surprise the stud puppy, I took the lead then moving my up-turned bottom in small circles so that his cock would first surge deeper then retreat slowly...again and again. 

And just to make sure I had his attention, I threw in a little surprise: a couple of Kegel exercises, the cunt muscles contracting solidly around his thick cock buried so deeply in me. "Fuck, woman," he exclaimed as he slapped my white arse once more and surged forward quickly burying even more of his cock inside me; enough to take my breath away this time. 

As always that was about as much control as he allowed me, he took over our little game until he controlled the pace and tempo of our mating. His cock would surge into me then slowly withdraw causing my head to toss back and forth on the bed as I came each time. Then I felt another stinging tap on my bum before he easily flipped me onto my back lifting my legs high in the air as he buried his cock in me once more.

My fingers sank into his shoulders as I felt my cunt juice drench us both then. "As much as I like your pretty white ass, I'd rather watch your face as you cum on my cock," he said before continuing to pound into me. 

"Please...Daryl," I whimpered and begged.

Lifting my arse up more to meet his quickening thrusts then, he whispered "Please what, Lizzie? Please fill your hot mummy cunt with my baby?"

His words brought forth such a powerful and forbidden image that I came again. "No...god yes...Daryl...cum inside me," I stammered; uncertain what I wanted at the moment.

"Beg for it, Lizzie. Tell me how much you want me to give you my baby," my lover demanded my surrender without quarter as it were.

Fighting hard the war that continued to rage inside my conflicted mind and heart, I returned to my old habit of biting my lip. 

But as with most of our battles of will, my boy-toy was having none of my advance and retreat. "You know you want it as bad as I do: a light skinned little boy to match our perfect little girl," he whispered enticingly against the side of my face. 

My eyes closed in hiding then; as much from myself as from him. I tried to shake my head in denial. His hands moved off my hips then to cup my face gently. His lips covering mine as they teased; biting and licking until I was helpless to stop his tongue from slipping into my mouth as helpless as I was from stopping his cock moving ever deeper inside my body, seeking the very thing of which he spoke. 

His voice stopped my heart when he finally kissed his way across my cheeks; his lips pressed tightly against my ear as he whispered, "Tell me you want him too, my love." His hips never for a single moment stopped the slow dance that I had come (or was that cum) to crave so much.

I could not have found words at that moment; my mind as it was filled with images of baby boys that looked as much like my African god as Ellie looked like James. But my body found a means of communicating all its own; my hips lifting off the pillow to meet his thrust causing him to bury even deeper as he groaned into my ear. His body tensing, his hips thrusting even faster as he emptied himself into me...over and over until I could feel it leaking slowly down the inside of my white thighs.

We lay like that for several moments. I almost thought that Daryl had fallen back asleep. I knew that I could not; my mind crashing around complexities that I had been fighting for three long hard months (although those months were not the only thing that had been long and hard I admit). As right as it felt lying here, the sane part of me screamed again to get the hell out. 

It wasn't until I felt Daryl's lips kissing the moisture from the corner of my eye that I realised he had not escaped to blissful slumber. Even in my internal Hades he refused to allow me to retreat. "Since David will be arriving this morning, I didn't know when I would get the chance to give you your present," he said reaching under the bed. How could he possibly do that with his cock still buried inside me?

I got even more nervous when I saw the size of the small black velvet box he held. "Daryl, please..." I began; trying to stop him from saying anymore. As if I ever could.

Kissing my nose as a stupid grin broke across his dark face, "Lizzie, you know I have to keep pushing you in the right direction," he offered as he opened the box to reveal a small but perfectly formed pearl ring set in a white gold band. "Your birthstone," he explained as if I needed any.

"Daryl?" I began looking for some words; any words at that moment. Unsure myself even what to say.

Closing the lid slowly he winked at me, "But I know I'm pushing you too fast again." He tucked the box under my pillow. "So I thought for now, we could begin with this," he said reaching up to unclasp the gold chain about his neck. This as significant as the other since I knew he worked all summer handing out papers at Tube stations when he was sixteen to buy the damned thing. 

Shaking my head, "No, Daryl," I protested. 

He lifted my hand then removing my wedding band and engagement ring from my finger. Slipping them both down his chain, he then wrapped it about my neck silently and fastened the clasp. I stared at the chain, my rings resting over my heart symbolically. It was simpler to remain quiet then.

I was still looking at them as my chest rose and fell with the steady pattern of my breathing when Daryl brushed a soft kiss over the pulse throbbing at my temples. "It's a beginning," he pronounced with finality as he rolled to the side. "You get some sleep. I'll take a shower and watch Ellie until you have to go pick David up at St Pancreas." 

And just like that he was gone. But sleep did not come easily that morning and when it did my dreams were fitful: laced as they were with cherubic light brown faces. 

But I had little time to think about it much that weekend. David's arrival that afternoon heralded a barely controlled chaos. He actually looked happy; I thought when I met him at the station. But the train and buses were so packed and loud we did not have time to talk on the way home. Then it was delightful squeals from Ellie, followed by dinner and Kyle's own arrival. 

Standing in the doorway between the kitchen and reception as I watched them all laugh over something, I thought how for this one moment my universe seemed normal once more. Reaching up to fiddle with the rings on the chain about my neck: well almost I thought. 

I turned then to head back into the kitchen before they saw the tears glistening in my green eyes. And ran once more into the solid wall...of my lover's chest. 

Chuckling softly, he whispered "How many times I have to warn you about running into me like this, Lizzie?"

His chuckle was enough to draw their attention, even if they could not hear his word. With the guileless resolve of a three year old, Ellie pointed to the mistletoe above my head in the doorway saying "Tiss...tiss." 

As if it was all he was waiting for, Daryl slowly lowered his dark face until his lips softly melded to my own. Moving over them sweetly, the kiss was just long enough and intimate enough to send a message. But was the message for me or those watching, I wondered. 

Kyle broke the spell, "Man, that's my mum."

Walking past me, standing somewhat dazed still beneath the mistletoe, Daryl faced Kyle squarely lifting Ellie into his arms as if he had every right, "Your mum always has been a MILF, blud."

I held my breath then deathly afraid of what was to come, but thank the angels above for dark headed little girls "Milk? I want some milk too."

Laughing at her unknowing joke, "Hmmm, Mum I'd like to kiss," as if issuing an open challenge to his friend and my son. Daryl laughed deeply and turning back to my daughter in his arms he replied "And you will have some milk." 

I was glad the tension had been broken somewhat by Ellie's innocent words. But I spent the next couple of days walking on egg shells waiting for another incident that thankfully never came; although it did nothing to release the ever growing tension in me. 

And ever increasing worry on my part. By the time that I packed David back on the train on Sunday, I was almost paralyzed with fear. I should have started my period on Tuesday. I was five days late. I tried very hard to convince myself that it was merely the stress of the holidays. But I think I knew even then that Daryl's convincing had done exactly what he intended.

Chapter Six

My African god slipped back into our bed, cradling me as he leaned against the pillows stacked there. "Miss me?" he challenged with a smile as he offered me his hand to hold onto. I could only bite my lip and grip his dark hand tightly as I nodded my assent as once more the next one hit.

Marge moved to turn on the light and I practically screamed, "No...no light!" Although our bedroom was dark, it never was pitch black; light from the lamps in the community garden in the back always bathed it in a gentle glow. And of course when I slept during the day I had become accustomed to the sun light filtering through the brown curtains as well. But now, it was as if I had a migraine; my eyes too sensitive for the bright overhead lights. 

I knew Marge thought me completely mad no matter how many times we had gone over the birth plan with her. And at that moment, I could almost agree with her at least in terms of the epidural. I tried very hard to remember why I was doing this as my hand gently rubbed the bulge of my belly as if to reassure him...or her...as much as myself. 

I had fallen into Daryl's habit...he and him, but the truth was that we did not know for sure because I had foregone the customary routine scans. My pregnancy had been textbook actually, a little too textbook perhaps I thought as my blond-brown head sank back against Daryl's broad chest in resignation as another contraction began.

***

I could see the bright afternoon sun filtering through the curtains above my head. I knew that I absolutely had to get up out of bed. Daryl would be dropping Ellie off any minute. And if I looked half as bad as I felt, then I was total shit. If I could just make it to the bathroom without tossing everything that I had eaten the night before; then maybe a shower would at least help a bit.

Too late, I thought as I heard the front door open downstairs. I went to sit up, but my head was absolutely swimming; the room spinning about me. But it was the nausea that won out in the end as I reached out to the chest of drawers next to my bed to grab my robe and steady myself before rushing, running down the hall to the loo. 

Praying to the porcelain god, tossing your cookies, up-chucking, barfing, yakking, throwing up and of course the correct medical term...emesis. Oh yes, unless I forget the very cockney term: Wallace and Grommit. But none of those terms came close to the incessant torment of the past couple of weeks. I was not certain how much longer this flu excuse was going to work on my friends, family and colleagues.

"Mummy tick?" I looked up to see Ellie lifted high as usual in Daryl's arms. I could see huge crocodile tears of sympathy in her dark brown eyes. I tried desperately to shake my head but the movement only sent me into another wave of now dry heaves.

"Let's go see Unca, sweetie. He'll take you to the park like I promised and I'll make Mummy better," Daryl promised as I was bent over the great white god. There was another. Maybe if I just kept thinking of silly names for it, I could avoid...everything.

By the time the nausea had passed, I was too tired to do anything except lay my head against my arm on the side of the toilet. I did not even hear the door open once more. So I jumped a bit when I felt Daryl's warm hand on my shoulder. I turned my head and looked up into his very serious face. 

He did not say a word. He simply grabbed a face towel from the drawer and ran it under cold water. He returned to wipe my face with it; blessedly cooling and soothing. He still had not said anything. I think I was glad of that, though I was not sure. Something about the silence was almost accusatory. 

Holding out his large dark hand, he finally spoke "Can you walk to the bed? Or should I carry you?" 

I reached out and took his hand. Thankful of the assistance in getting up, even if I was dreading the storm I could see was brewing. "I can walk," I pronounced sounding way more confident than I actually was. Standing up slowly, I reached for my toothbrush. I even managed to force myself to drink a few sips of water when I was done. 

Looking in the mirror when I was finished, I looked almost as bad as I thought I would. My normally pale skin was almost translucent. There were even dark circles forming under my green eyes: lack of sleep from hours spent trying to think about the unworkable situation in which I found myself. Worst of all, I knew that I could no longer hide from the truth...from him...from any of it. 

Daryl wrapped his arm about my waist and turned towards the bedroom. How does twenty feet seem so fucking long? I had new respect for the death walk scenes I had viewed in movies. I snuck a side ways glance at the dark and imposing man next to me without whose help I very much doubted I could walk at all. This damned fucking silence was killing me. 

Slipping out of my robe the moment the torturous walk ended, I climbed back into bed and rolled to the far side clutching my pillow. "Just give me a little more sleep. I'll be fine then," I pleaded. "I'm sure this will all pass. The flu is going around," as always I was careful not to actually lie; more like evade the truth by the turn of a phrase. I bit my lip as I felt the bed shift beneath me. Was it the motion that made my stomach roll once more? Or was it him? 

My eyes closed, I felt his hands move over me tenderly until it came to rest on my lower belly. God dam him, he knew I thought. He fucking knew and hadn't said a word. "Daryl..." I began.

"Are you keeping him?" his voice very quiet and still. 

I was floored by the question. I honestly had not for even a single moment considered the alternative. I was not some far-right, religious pro-life advocate or anything. In fact, I had always advocated for a woman's right to choose. On the other hand as a mum and midwife I had witnessed the miracle of birth so many times; life was simply too precious.

I nodded my head. My silent response as I hoped to avoid the conversation I knew must come at least for now. I much preferred to face the truth...and especially him...when I felt at least half human instead. 

He kissed my shoulder and held me for several moments then. In the end, it was I who broke the silence. "How long have you known?"

"At least as long as you have. Since Christmas for certain," he replied.

"And you didn't say anything?" It was not like my young African god to avoid anything; even the things I so desperately still wished to.

"I was waiting for you to say something. I know I have always pushed too fast and I suppose..." he was quiet again for a moment as if searching for the right words. "I suppose I was afraid that this time I had pushed too far. I thought...I thought it was best to let you come to terms with things first."

Turning me in his arms so that I could no longer hide in the safety of staring at the cream walls, he asked "Have you?"

"Honestly? No." I was finding it easier to stare at wisps of short springy chest hair peeking from the V-neck of his jumper. Although the thought of the smooth chest muscles I knew lay beneath the soft grey wool was alarming in a different way. 

"But you're sure...about having him?" he asked once more as his hand over my tummy moving in tender small circles.

"Yes...that I do know." 

"And me? What about me?" he asked. I admit it. I am a total and complete chicken; refusing to honestly look him in the eyes. Instead I lightly traced the V of his jumper with my fingers.

I closed my eyes because I simply could not look at him then; not even the strong smooth chest I felt beneath my hands. "I don't know. I guess we don't have much choice actually. Our little secret is going to come out soon enough." 

His breath soft against the side of my face as he spoke low into my ear, "Your secret. I have been nothing more than your dirty little secret for five months, Lizzie. That was never my choice. You set the rules," he accused.

"No, it wasn't like that..." I started to explain. But the truth of his words was ringing in my own ears.

"It's my own fucking fault though. I should have waited. I should have given you time to get over James. There are a lot of should have's I guess. But the only thing I want you to know Lizzie is that I honestly never meant to hurt you." 

"It's not your fault...I should have...I mean I could have stopped you."

I was glad when he broke the mood with a deep laugh then. "Oh really?" His hips moved then into contact with my naked skin. Even as sick as I had been, I could not prevent the moan from escaping my open breathless lips as I felt his hard cock brush softly against the skin of my inner thigh. Even through the thick denim of his jeans that cock could get me hot. Even when I looked and felt like total shit, I thought.




New Beginnings



"Still think you could have stopped me, Lizzie?" he asked before his lips covered mine. The kiss varied: one moment soft and tender. The next, it was coaxing some hidden response from me. And at times it was even demanding. 

The kiss was different from others we had shared in another way too. His strong hands never moved from where they rested on my hips. His fingers never rubbed the tight buds of my nipples and yet his teeth, tongue and lips played such a symphony that they ached anyway. He made no move to draw me closer. Although I could feel his cock hard against my leg, he did not hypnotise me with this temptation either. Instead he focussed all his seduction into a kiss and it was anything but a simple kiss though.

As good as the kid was at fucking, it was his kissing that scared the ever-loving be-jesus out of me. It always had been. Actually, I realised I often tried to avoid kissing, because it was somehow too intimate; even more so than the pounding of his impressive hard black cock in my wet white pussy. But this time, the kiss was working its magic as my need for him grew with each soft lick and caress of his tongue on mine. 

My hands moved across his broad back feeling the smooth muscles tighten as they moved lower still. Finding the muscles of his breath-stealing hot arse, I pulled him closer still until we both moaned into one another's mouths; frustrated by the rough material between us. My fingers ran beneath the waistband until I found the button and fumbled with it. His fingers brushed mine aside and made much faster work of the zipper as he brushed the offending barrier away and wriggled out of them. 

"Shirt too..." I whispered against his lips.

"Bossy now, are we?" But he complied lifting his jumper quickly over his head and returning to my side. "Where were we?" he asked. "Oh yes, you said you could have stopped me." His mouth moved down to the darkening bud of my nipple. His tongue softly scarped against it until my hips were arching against him; my nipple actually aching, more sensitive now because of my pregnancy.

He growled at my responsiveness. "Too much? Are they too sensitive?" 

I shook my head, "Don't stop. Please, don't stop." I begged arching my chest; offering my even fuller breasts up to his hands and mouth. 

"Hmmm, I have always loved your tits, Lizzie." He was gentle but firm as he cupped my breasts in his large dark hands squeezing them as he pushed them together until the nipples almost touched. His wet mouth travelled back and forth between them: sucking, biting and licking. I was moaning unashamedly under his touch. 

His breath was so hot against my skin when he spoke, "I always wanted to taste Ellie's milk you know. Wondered what you taste like..." His words were hot and erotic between us.

"You are very naughty, you know that?" 

His black eyes playfully danced across my face, "You want to try and spank me sometime, luvy? It might not work the way you planned though." His hand moved to my leg, lifting it just enough for the head of his cock to slip inside my cunt. "When it comes to you, I always will be very naughty." 

Moving into me just a tad more, it was not enough to quench the growing hunger inside my wet swollen white pussy. I moved my hips up; trying to draw more of his cock into me. I sought a release that was so close. "Dammit, Daryl, I need cock," I spat in frustration.

Daryl flipped me onto my back, so that he towered above me then. His hands were on my hips pinning me firmly to the bed. With still nothing more than the tip of his hard cock at the opening of my cunt, he answered "No, Lizzie...this time...I am not letting you get away with that. I have told you before this is not simply about cock." 

I bit my lip as I turned my head to the side and stared at the cream walls again. I was crazy, absolutely fucking nuts, I told myself. Thinking about it, I suppose I was...crazy for this kid's hard black cock. 

"Dammit, Lizzie. Fucking look at me or I swear I will get dressed and walk out that door," his voice deep and clear as he spat each word.

I swallowed the fear: a fear I was not going to name: fear of returning to the emptiness and loneliness before that crisp September morning when he had barged into my life. Fear of the emptiness and loneliness I had felt each and every single day for two weeks after our argument at Thanksgiving. The same fear and emptiness I sometimes felt when I woke up alone in the bed and reached for him when he was not there.

I forced myself to look at him. Even though I knew I did not want to face yet another of the truths he insisted upon no longer keeping secret. I focused upon my breathing and heart; trying to steady the growing panic.

"I love you." 

Well so much for panic. Shear fucking terror was more like it. The breath knocked from my body; not by the feel of his fabulous cock inside me this time, but by the simple and pretty fucking undeniable truth I saw in his eyes and face. Then it was I that wanted desperately to walk away. But even if not for the tiny life growing inside me, I knew that was not possible. 

"I know you aren't any more ready to hear that than you were for any of the rest of this. But we need to start dealing with the realities here; not stupid rules." His expression softening a tad then, "Reality number one: you are carrying my baby. So I think that people are going to find out something soon enough. I would sure as hell they found out about us than wonder who his dad is. Actually I would prefer like hell that my son wasn't a bastard." 

I physically winced at his tone and use of that word. "Daryl..." I began.

"I'm not done yet, woman," he said as he stared down at me. "I know you are scared about what people will think. What our families are going to think. But you might as well know; my mums has known since Thanksgiving."

"What?" I questioned as I felt nausea rising along with the panic and fear. In our tight knit little community where gossip over a cup of tea was as much about the neighbours as it was about the latest happenings on Emmerdale or Hollyoaks, the idea that anyone knew about us was terrifying. The ramifications began to dawn on me, "What about Mary? Kyle?"

"I don't know. But I doubt it will shock Kyle very much," He smiled as he bent to kiss me, "Took me days to teach that child about mistletoe." 

"You didn't," my anger grew that he saw this...my life...as some game.

"I did. And just so you know; that morning was no accident either. I knew your schedule; knew you would be alone for hours once you dropped Ellie off at school. I had thought about it for weeks. Hell since we're being honest here; I had thought about being with you since I saw you at James' funeral."

Shaking my head in denial, I needed to be alone. "Please leave." My hands on his shoulders to push him away, "I need to think...about everything," I pleaded.

This time it was Daryl that closed his eyes. Shaking his dark braids, I did not want to notice the moisture in the corners of those eyes or the crack in his voice when he finally replied, "No, Lizzie. You need to feel...to feel what is really between us." 

Only then did he give me what my body had been craving earlier, surging deep inside me. I was shocked at how quickly my body responded to his touch even as my mind warred against everything he said and did. It welcomed him; completely. My hot cunt arched to meet his thrust. I could feel my pussy juice actually running down his cock, coating it, making each stroke easier, and drawing him deeper each time. As much as I did not want to, I felt my orgasm approaching. Actually it is pretty amazing that I had not cum immediately with that first deep thrust. 

In the end though, I could not deny either of us what we needed: the coming together of our bodies...hard and hot and fast. I arched against him drawing him even deeper when I wrapped my white legs around his waist. His hands moved to my soft arse lifting me to meet each thrust and stroke. 

"Daryl, please..." I begged and pleaded as I came again. As deep as he was inside of me, it was like a drug. I was addicted to the feel of his hard cock buried inside of me; over and over again.

"Yes, luvy...feel that? Feel how hard you make me." His cock slammed into me as I came once more. "Feel how much I want you." He repeated the action until he slipped even deeper inside of my body. "Feel how much I love you." He challenged as he pumped faster into me. I moaned and whimpered beneath him more.

Even though his words terrorized me, my body seemed determined to communicate its own message. My hands moved slowly over his broad shoulders and back; clutching in desperation as my hips arched upwards to match each thrust; to draw him deeper as if I could not get enough of what he offered. Even though I kept my nails short for work, I realised that my grip on his back was so tight that there would be distinctive half moon marks in his dark skin.

But as many orgasms as he had already given me, it was not enough. It was as if I needed more, but what more? Turning my head, I used my tongue to draw a light trail parallel to the veins bulging in his neck. My lips against his ear as my hips continued to draw thrust upwards to quench the insatiable need inside me, "Kiss me." A whispered confession ripped against my will from deep inside. I whimpered in need as much as anger at the weakness of my flesh.

As if responding to my whimpers, his cock plunged deeply into me matching the mating as his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. I screamed into his kiss as I came hard around his cock. The twin action of our mating; cock in cunt matching tongue upon tongue; was what it took. My orgasm shattering then in its intensity as it seemed to go on and on. The tight muscles of my wet pussy squeezed and contracted around his cock until I got what I wanted. I felt him trembling above me as his seed splashed deep inside of me.

Daryl continued to kiss me for several minutes. His tongue played at mine. His lips were soft and demanding. His hands moved slowly up my hips over our child to cup my breasts once more. He seemed unwilling or unable to stop. He finished with a tender peck on my lips before he reached down towards his jeans on the floor.

Chuckling softly at him, "If you are going for the condom in your wallet, I think you might be a few weeks too late." Remembering the hundreds of times as a nurse, I had lectured all of three of the boys about the importance of using protection...and feeling pretty hypocritical given the situation.

"Nope, hate the damned things," he laughed. "But thought now might be the time for your Valentine's present," as I noticed the same black velvet box in his hands. I could only nod as I bit my lip.

I watched as he fumbled with the pearl ring set in white gold. Taking it from the box, he lifted my hand to his lips first. He brushed a kiss over my knuckle that was just beginning to tan after the past few weeks. The engagement ring and wedding band James' had given me was still nestled on Daryl's gold chain about my neck.

Holding the ring at the tip of my finger, he whispered "I know I have pushed you too fast. You have very right to kick my black ass out right now. But you got to know Lizzie I never ever meant to hurt you. The only excuse I have for being an ass is that I love you to death...and I didn't want someone else steppin' up first." 

Looking me in the eye then, "If you can ever forgive me, I promise I'll at least try to give you the time you need to come to love me too. But for our son...for Ellie...for me...let's stop playing games and be a real family. Lizzie, will you marry me?"

I nodded simply because I could not talk. Even though I was far from ready to deal with things, least of all him; I knew that what he said made sense.

Chapter Seven

"OHHHHHHHHHHH...FUCK!" I shouted as I gritted my teeth. My hand gripped his so tightly that I am sure it must have once again left half-moon crescent marks but this time in the dark skin of his forearms. The pain was no longer just the gripping and tightening in my swollen belly, but now also the burning and pressure in my fanny. 

As a midwife, I knew even before Marge opened her mouth. "It looks like we're ready to push, Elizabeth."

"No? You think?" I asked, more than a bit pissed at the obvious. Using my grip on Daryl's hand to raise up just a tad, I noticed that the skin of my finger was still white where the ring had been; until my finger had swollen up so much that I had been forced to use first Daryl's coco butter, then dish soap and finally baby oil to get it off before it cut off the circulation.

Bending my head towards my chest I grip Daryl's hand hard as I begin to bear down with the next contraction. "Dam this hurts..." I protested.

Marge laughed, "You think?" she tossed my earlier smart ass comment back at me.

I lay my head against Daryl's shoulder to rest between contractions now. I pressed a kiss over the solid thudding of his heart beat. "Ready to meet your son?"

Squeezing my hand tightly as he whispers, "Actually...at this moment...no. I'm scared to death."

I had to laugh at that, "Now is not the time to back out..." I felt the burning and pressure intensifying again.

"Don't worry. Just feeling like someone kicked me in the stomach," he reassured as he helped me lean forward once more. I nod in complete understanding before closing my eyes and focusing one more time. Thinking back to another Sunday afternoon when Daryl had been kicked in the stomach literally.

***

Ellie was with her Nan and Unca, I remembered as I came awake slowly with the sun filtering through the curtains in our bedroom. What was that noise? Thinking for a moment I realised it was water running: the shower. Nodding to myself I got up slowly from the bed knowing that Daryl must be home from rugby.

Not even bothering with my robe, I slipped quietly into the bathroom and came to a sudden complete stop. Daryl's over six muscular frame was covered from braided head to booted foot in mud, grass and blood. Lots of blood. "What the fuck happened?"

Shrugging silently as he pulled his shirt over his head and checked the water temperature, "Nothing...it was just a friendly." Kicking off his shoes now and pushing his practice shorts down his long muscular thighs in silence as if trying desperately to avoid any further questions. Stepping beneath the pounding water, it trailed in little pink streams down his dark face, his neck and that heart-stopping gorgeous broad chest lightly dusted in springy curls.

Stepping into the tub, I picked up the sponge applying a generous amount of the intoxicatingly male smelling body wash; I began to slowly wash the mud and blood from his body. As I finished the job, washing the last of it down the drain from his legs and feet, I was pleased to count only one gash about a centimetre long above his left eye and a couple of nasty bruises forming on his arms and chest. "This doesn't look like a friendly to me, Daryl," I accuse.

Shaking his head until the wet from his braids splashed across my face, he drew me against him; well as close to him as my slightly bulging tummy was going to allow anyway. Placing a tender kiss upon the side of my neck as his dark hand cupped our child, his eyes looking at my tummy and carefully avoiding my stare, "Kyle's not coming to the wedding," his voice was almost a whisper.

It may seem odd, but I could tell from the sound of his voice, the tenseness in his muscles and the way he still carefully avoided my eyes that this was bothering him; actually more than it bothered me. "I'm not surprised," I replied stepping beneath the warm water until my blondish-brown hair darkened several shades from the wetness. I wasn't particularly dirty having taken a shower when I came in from work that morning. But the water helped me to focus; to relax my own rising tensions a bit...and hid the tears I could not stop as they trailed down my face.

Hugging me tight as the water poured about us both...about all three of us, remembering the growing reminder of the baby we had made. "I'm sorry, Lizzie. I didn't think he'd be such a fucking wanker about us."

"Give Kyle a break," I defended my son vehemently. "If things were the other way around, you would be just as upset. Your friend fucking your mum...them getting married AND having a baby. It is just a bit much to handle, don't you think?" 

Finally looking me in the face, he replied calmly. "Hell no. If his skinny white ass could take the shadows out my mum's eyes that I've lived with all my life, I'd take him out to the pub and get drunk to celebrate." He said the words with such resolve and pain that I could not argue the point.

Taking the sponge from my fingers he applied more gel and began to slowly rub the rough surface across my smooth skin. His touch was at times firm, at other points tender, but always teasing and coaxing a response from me. By the time he had finished my body was slick with the soapy film. Reaching up he took the shower head from its holder and repeated the head to toe trail. The warm water pounded against my skin until I almost moaned. 

I did moan when his long fingers pressed softly between my legs. The combination of the water and his touch on my clit was electrifying. "Open for me, luvy," he commanded firmly as he knelt in the tub on one knee. I was helpless to deny him as my hands went to his broad shoulders to steady myself as the shower head dropped in the tub. The tone-on-tone of his very dark Nubian skin against my much paler fingers caused my cunt to drip as it always did. 

I had to chuckle just a bit when Daryl had to tilt his head to the side to avoid the baby. But I was not laughing when his warm tongue found its target: my swollen slit. His hands firmly cupped my round bum as he lifted me towards his mouth. My legs fell open even more at the first touch of his thick tongue on my clit. He flicked it back and forth quickly before sucking it slowly into his warm mouth, his teeth capturing it firmly. I felt his thick fingers breech the swollen lips of my cunt. I knew he would soon find my g-spot as well. He always did. But when he did my orgasm was so strong my knees buckled. The combined effect of pregnancy with the stimulation of both my clit and g-spot was more than I could take. I bit my lip, of course; to keep from screaming.

His hands steadied me as he reached up and replaced the shower head in its hanger and turned off the water then. His arms wrapped about my knees and shoulders then...with the weight gain of pregnancy I was a bit reluctant as he lifted me up. "I weigh too much," I started to protest.

Laughter rang against my ear, "I seriously doubt, luvy, that even when he is born you weight anywhere near the two-seventy-five I can bench press. If I thought there was any chance I'd drop you, I wouldn't risk hurting either of you." 

Wrapping my arms about his neck, I gave in. "Just don't go all caveman on me." Although the image of my stud muffin in fur loincloth and beating his chest was not unappealing; I smiled at the joke.

Carrying me the short twenty feet down the hall, he carefully laid me back against the pillows. I thought about protesting that we would get the bed wet but then remembered that we most often did get it wet anyway...one way or another. 

Coming down next to me, my young lover began to explore my changing body slowly. His hands and eyes cupped my breasts. He lifted them softly as if actually weighing them. I knew if he looked closely he would see the bluish veins running like streams towards the darkening areolas. From almost the beginning of my pregnancy, my breasts had been even more sensitive. At times the feeling of just his mouth upon them had been enough to bring on my orgasm. But I knew that my breasts held a special fascination for him as well. 




New Beginnings



He growled a bit as he pushed them together until my nipples touched. His mouth quickly covered them though; drawing each deeply inside its warmth. My hips arched off the bed and rubbed against his leg as he continued to suckle them. I moaned and whimpered and pleaded for release as my clit rubbed against the bristly hairs on his thigh. But he just kept sucking...and licking...and nibbling. 

Just when I swore I could not take it anymore he rolled over so that I sat straddling his hips. His mouth determined never to leave its work. I reached between our bodies finding his hard black cock and drew it towards my needy cunt. That was all it took; the feel of his cock entering my wet pussy. I came hard then. My pussy pulsated and contracted about the head of his cock. 

My orgasm was so strong that for a moment it seemed I could not move. But he took over then; arching his hips off the bed and burying that cock deeply inside of me. His hands and mouth continued to play their game at my full pregnant breasts. I slammed my hips down to meet his upward thrust. The movement caused my clit to rub against the base of his cock then. It was teasing, but not enough.

Reaching between our bodies with one hand, I rubbed my finger against the sensitive bud. I drew slow firm circles on its slick surface even as I felt his cock plunging faster, harder and deeper into my pussy. His mouth, tongue and teeth worked and pulled on my sensitive nipples. My mind filled with images of my dark young African god. I was so close...so damned close to another shattering orgasm...if I could just...

But then again, this had never been one of my favourite positions. It was hard to maintain the right tempo and orgasm at the same time. I was whimpering then in frustration though; wanting and needing the powerful release I knew was building inside of me. 

His mouth barely released its hold upon my nipples as he spoke around the mouthful. "You need more of my cock, Lizzie?" Lifting his hips just enough to tease but not enough to give me the release I needed, "You need my hard cock buried so deep inside that wet pussy you wanna scream, baby?" He punctuated his words once more with a slow circular turn of his hips teasing me until I did want to scream.

Rolling once more until I was beneath him, he placed his hands beneath my hips he drew me to the edge of our low bed. He reached up and grabbed a pillow, tossing it on the floor and kneeling upon it between my open white thighs. His hands once more lifted my breasts and pushed them together, "Put me inside you, Lizzie," it was a familiar and life-changing command. 

I did not hesitate this time as I wrapped my pale hand around his dark uncut cock and drew it forward until its thick head was planted just inside the ring of my tight cunt muscles. Daryl did not hesitate either; slamming his cock into me deeply at the same moment his mouth once more wrapped its warmth around my twin nipples. That was all it took. My green eyes closed as my head arch back against the firm mattress. My movements sent his cock even deeper inside my pussy as I offered my breasts up to his hands and mouth. 

What happened next caught me by surprise as my cunt gripped and milked his hard cock inside me I felt my juices flood us both. I mean FLOOD. Although I had more than once coated his dark cock in white cream from one orgasm after another, this was different. I knew without looking that the bed beneath me was soaking wet. But even through the embarrassment my body was taking what it wanted riding his cock; clenching and contracting around it as the seemingly un-ended stream flowed down that cock onto the cream sheets. 

His cock slammed hard into me, his hips circling slowly so that my clit once more rubbed against the base of his cock intensifying and prolonging my orgasm as he growled against my nipples, "Fuck yeah..." his breath as hot on my sensitive boobs as his cum was splashing against my cervix. It mixed with my juices and gushed out between our bodies.

He continued to play gently with my breasts as our breathing and heart-rates returned to normal. I on the other hand wanted to die. Of course being a midwife I knew enough about human sexuality to know about female ejaculation. I had read enough porn in my day to know that some people thought it an erotic holy grail. But the reality was...messy. Messy and embarrassing. 

Laying his dark braids between my breasts with a sigh, "Dam woman, that's fucking hot. I don' think I'm ever going to stop again...until I make you cum like that." 

I was about to argue the point when a third party spoke up. Our baby...twenty-one weeks and three days...solidly kicked his dad's chest were it lightly rested on my abdomen.

It was a different type of shock and wonder I heard in his voice then, "Was that what I think it is?"

I nodded my head slowly, "That's stronger than usual, but I've been feeling his little flutters for a couple of weeks now."

He moved so that his hands cupped the obvious bump in my lower abdomen where our baby grew, his breath warm against the skin there as he bowed reverently. "Wow..." his only comments; as if that said it all somehow. He stayed there for several long minutes; his head against my tummy as if he could actually hearing the baby's heart beating there.

When he finally moved to lie next to me in our bed, wrapping his arms tightly about me, I saw that tears glistened in the corners of his black eyes. "Wow..." my voice cracking as it echoed his eloquent words.

Pressing a kiss to the top of my head as he tightened the bear hug he held me in. "God, I never meant to hurt you. I'm sorry about Kyle. I know this is what scared you most about us...losing your family."

With more bravado than I felt I replied, "It's just Kyle. Everyone else has been..." I could not claim happy of course, but certainly tolerant. I was wise enough not to fool myself that those close to us were as excited about the upcoming wedding and new baby as my intelligent and beautiful daughter. 

But I was content that Ellie's fourth birthday party had come off without an incident a couple of weeks before. Daryl had played co-host as he had wanted to for Thanksgiving. I really did not have much choice this time: the decorating, lifting, carrying and breaking out the old barby for the first event of the summer...all of it was more than my pregnant body could manage.

I had been tense and stressed; wondering how our friends and families would react. Even in loose scrubs it was getting harder to hide my tummy. And I could not get in my jeans for several weeks already. I knew that Daryl had already told Esther about the baby and together we had explained to Ellie about her new brother...or sister. We had asked if she would mind if Daryl moved in with us. She had gotten very quiet then as if considering the whole thing; much as I had struggled with it before. Finally she had simply nodded and run off to play. 

Her response left me a tad vulnerable; anti-climatic as it was. I tried very hard not to think about whether this was fair to her; her own dad being gone only a little more than a year. I tried even harder not to think about what James would have felt about the situation; twirling the rings on the chain about my neck had been a very bad habit for me when I could no longer avoid the questions. 

My mother Mary was not to allow me the safety of my denial when she found me in the kitchen that afternoon. Daryl had been calling to Ellie to be careful as she climbed the play gym we had bought for her birthday. She never did show any fear. It was not a trait she got from her mummy, I thought as I looked at Daryl flipping burgers and wieners on the grill.

"Him young of course, but him is very good with her," the Caribbean accent sounded behind me. 

I wanted to avoid this moment. I had been hiding from it for months. And I still wanted to, but I knew the courage this woman had shown in confronting something that caused us both pain: courage that I myself lacked. With a silent prayer, I turned to face her. When I saw her face, lined and seemingly older than I remembered it; but so very, very much like her son's and grand-daughter's. I wanted once more to hide from the truth.

But it was the first tiny flutter in my tummy that caught me unaware that spurred me and gave me the courage I lacked. "Yes, he loves her very much...not as much as..." I was not sure that given the situation I had the right to even say his name, "Not as much as her dad, of course. No one ever could." I could not stop the tears then; try as I might. 

Turning back to the safety of staring out the window, the image of James his eyes swimming with tears as he held the unbelievably tiny little head of his only child in his large dark hands slammed into my chest until I could not breathe. I held onto the kitchen counter; my head swimming. The crushing pain in my chest was so intense. Finally I gave up the battle sinking to my knees on the kitchen floor.

It was my daughter's birthday...and her dad was not there. He would never see another of her birthdays I realised. He would never watch her open her Christmas presents. Never see her dance off to school. Never be there when she first discovered boys. When she had her first sip of wine. When she finished university. He would not be there to walk her down the aisle either. So many big...and everyday things that he would miss. It wasn't right...it wasn't fair. My eyes closed against the pain still as huge sobs shock my body. 

I still don't know how long I sat on the cold, hard kitchen floor and cried. It was probably just minutes, but it seemed much longer. But slowly, I started to come back. I was embarrassed and not ready to face the woman that had been my mother, but whom I loved more than my own mother. In some very real ways I knew that what I really was not ready to face was me...my own fears, hurts and the betrayal I felt towards the man I had loved. Hell, I probably still did in some ways. So like the coward I was I crouched silently there with my eyes closed. 

Until I knew I could no longer avoid the truth. I opened my green eyes; made greener still like the deep emerald green of the grass along the Irish coast where James and I had honeymooned so very long ago it seemed. How could barely five years seem like another lifetime I wondered? 

But it was not the face of my mother that I saw, but Daryl's. His face was dark and serious. My heart contracted once more; yet another betrayal. 

His words when he finally spoke shocked me even more, "Do you feel better, luvy?" Reaching out he slowly drew me into the circle of his strong arms, "You have needed to cry like that for over a year." He pressed a tender kiss against my forehead, "You scared us all...you know. You never cried. Mary, my mums, David and Kyle; we were all afraid you would break somehow." 

His words reminded me of our guests as I pushed against his shoulders. "The party...we have to..."

"Shhhh, it's fine. Mary and my mums took over everything, when she came and got me." Smiling at me, "You scared that poor woman half to death you know. She just wanted to tell you that she was ok...with me...and the baby. And you start crying all over the place. She didn't know what to do."

Shaking my head, "You convince yourself of that. Nothing scares Mary. She's like James and Ellie that way," I realised that was the first time I had actually referred to him...to James...around Daryl. I wasn't sure how I felt and even less sure how I was supposed to feel. But I knew too that the past was not something we could ignore. It was something we shared...a common history...and he was part of that.

"I know. Did he ever tell you about the time he saved mine and Kyle's crazy bums from getting shanked?" I shook my head. "Stupid kids, we thought it was a good idea to cut through the park late at night. We were chased out of the park by a gang of kids...must have been six of them...or more. Remember those trainers Kyle lost? He actually ran right out of the damned things. He had forgotten to tie his laces. He lost them cause we was running so fast. But we knew better than to go back for them. Those kids were serious." 

Smiling at the memory of his mis-spent youth, "Anyway, Kyle and I were both shaking by the time we made it out of the park. We weren't sure what to do, so Kyle called James. He came and picked us up. Kyle was so worried about those stupid trainers though. Afraid you would be mad at us. He insisted we go back and look. Those kids were still hanging though. James faced them down. I swear; Kyle and I were scared to death they would jump him. But he stood his ground. Of course, we didn't get Kyle's trainers back; they had thrown those in the pond already. We begged him not to tell you or mums. He made us promise to never do that shit again. He said he would kick our arses himself if we ever went back to the park. He meant it too." 

I could only nod because my throat was tight once again. I knew too that fresh tears were dancing in my eyes. Daryl's hand went to my stomach, gently caressing my bump. "Do you have enough love for him...and Ellie...David and Kyle too?" he asked quietly.

I nodded and found my voice although it sounded very strange, "Of course, I do..." I began.

He interrupted me with a soft kiss on my lips, which were still damp with my tears. "Then why do you keep seeing it as a contest between me and James? Why does loving one of us...mean you can't still love the other?" he asked so softly I wondered if I had actually heard him at all.

Of course in the end, Kyle had petulantly shown up for the wedding. Although silent around his friend, he had offered me his blessings, of sorts. "If this makes you happy, Mum," was about all I could hope for. But I knew too that there were new hopes as well.

Chapter Eight

I gripped Daryl's hand tightly as I bore down hard. "I can see the head," Marge announced. I actually found the energy to smile at her words; knowing that this would soon be all over. That very soon we would be meeting this little creature...he or she...who had turned my world upside down. I looked up into the amazed and loving dark eyes of my husband; realising that he and this baby had also turned it back again.

"OHHHHHHHHHH..." I screamed as I clutched Daryl's strong arm so tightly I knew I would leave more fingertip bruises. 

"Come on, Lizzie, almost there," he whispered against the side of my face. 

As a midwife I had witnessed thousands of moments just like this one. Hell, been there and done that myself, three times. But with David and Kyle their births were medicated and a string of interventions. I had planned a homebirth with Ellie but she came too early and even though her lungs were fine but she had several other problems.

But not this little one; he was late. One week and four days. It had been driving me nuts lately. I tried everything I knew to get him...or her...out. Thinking of poor Daryl as I closed my eyes and pushed once more; and I meant we had tried everything.

***

I kissed Daryl awake slowly as the sun began to stream through the curtains. My white hands found his half-hard cock, wrapping around it and slowly wanking. I loved...was intoxicated by the power...I felt as his cock hardened. 

"Mmmm, damn woman. You have become insatiable," but I could hear from his tone that he was not really complaining about the new state of our sex life. 

My tongue moved across his firm muscular chest until I found the hard dark brown pebble of his nipple. I flicked it slowly before using my teeth to nibble at it. His cock was almost fully erect now.

In turn his dark hands came up to my HUGE tits; and I do mean huge. I had always been a respectable 38C, but for the past month not even my D's were comfortable. His dark fingers rolled and tugged gently at my sensitive nipples until I knew that they glistened with the rich creamy yellow fluid called colostrums. I knew he knew it too. I could tell by the frantic way his hips were thrusting into my hands. By the low deep moans coming from that gorgeous chest. 

But I had no intention of allowing him release in the warmth of my hands. Reaching down until my fingers playfully danced across the surface of his balls. I rolled one playfully; using much the same style he was using on my nipples. 

"Fuck woman. I want to be in your hot pussy," he spat the words as he rolled me onto my side. Lifting my top leg, he guided that hard black cock into my wet hole. I gripped the sheets and bit my lips; cumming almost immediately at the feeling of his huge cock stretching and feeling my very pregnant pussy. 

I pushed my widening hips back; trying to get even more of that dangerous cock into me. Thankfully, he was not in the mood to play either; giving me exactly what I wanted and needed. He pounded into me and I do mean pounded. His hips slammed solidly against my arse as he cupped its white cheeks in his large dark hands. My cunt contracted and squeezed his cock too: one orgasm after another. 

I loved pregnant sex. Of course I knew all the reasons why it could be so much better: more blood flow to the area, fewer inhibitions, and hormones. And I had been using every single one of those reasons to get as much big black cock as I could for months. But I never seemed able to get quiet enough; reaching up I used the wall for leverage, slamming my arse hard against his cock. Then I moved my hips in a slow circle to grind against the base as I felt my pussy cumming again. My clear cunt juices I knew were dripping down his cock and balls. 

But it was my husband that was getting frustrated this time. I could tell it was just not enough, but I knew what would be. "You need my milk, don't you baby?" I purred in a tease. Although I did not have proper milk yet, I knew that I had been producing the colostrums for several weeks. 

It had happened the week before. I knew because of the shocked and equally insatiable look that had come across Daryl's face the first time he tasted the rich liquid, which would be our baby's first food. I had been riding his hard cock. His hands and mouth were working my tits as usual, when I felt him swell even more. He growled like some wolf or tiger in heat and arched his hips up. He moved in rapid, deep thrusts as he brought us both to shattering orgasms. But even then he had kept going; slowing the pace but not stopping. Thankfully Ellie had been with her Nan and Unca, because we had not left the bed the whole day. 

Of course, that experience had only enhanced our already hot and wild pregnant sex life. He joked that I had to feed him, that he was still a growing boy and had to keep his energy up to take care of my mad cravings. Of course, he would prove exactly what a growing boy he could be; his uncut black cock would grow several times a day. I was very thankful that he was on summer break from university. It was as if he had only to service my cunt.

"God Lizzie, you feel so fuckin' hot and wet," he sighed as we both slammed our hips in unison towards another dizzying orgasm. His hands squeezed my boobs in time to each deep thrust. We are both breathing hard and frantic as our games continue. 

"Fuck me harder, Daryl," I plead as my hips circled slowly drawing that fabulous black cock even deeper into my steaming hot pregnant cunt. 

Grabbing the pillow beneath his head, Daryl tucked it under my hips quickly. Then he rolled me onto my tummy, both of us were careful not to put too much pressure on the baby. His cock slid into me from behind. The deep penetration sent me into a series of wild and continuous orgasms until I collapsed against the bed. 

But still he rode me. His dark hips slammed repeatedly against the pale skin of my arse. It was the firm but controlled sting of his large hand on my bum that brought me out of my stupor. I smiled knowing that it would glow a nice subtle pink. My hip moved back to meet his thrusts; driving us both over the edge as I felt his hot cum flooding my open and welcoming pussy.




New Beginnings



It was 4:30 p.m. and already dark one dreary, rainy late January day in Portland. As usual, I stopped by my local Fred Meyer store to buy some items for dinner. One trip to Montreal years ago and, ever since, I've liked buying just enough fresh items for dinner each night. I even shop with an old web sack that I got when I bought too many oranges. It is a ritual now. I see some familiar faces and get to talk to few people briefly before heading to my quiet house and the evening news.

Don't go saying, "Oh, how sad." This is exactly how I want things. I work from early till late building a house that I will sell for money I do not need. I like building. I enjoy giving some young couple a good deal and carrying the paper for them. I like to drive by my former projects just to see what the young couples have done with them. Seeing little kids out front always put a smile on my face. I wonder what room they were conceived in. When my wife was alive, we would christen each room before we sold one of my houses. I'm sure the new owners thought they were the first; never imagining that their sixty plus year-old builder beat them to every room with his horny little wife.

Connie had been a hot hand full right up to her death at fifty-five. She knew how to keep me making it home on time. It has been eight years now. I still miss her. I work most of the time. Dating and strip clubs just don't seem to be me. I do love the women, their touch, their smell, their softness, their voices. I'm relaxed with them. My closest friends have always been women. All have known that I am dominant and sexually playful. Often, new female friends find me unconventional and shocking - too direct, too open, too inquisitive.

I had all the ingredients in my bag for Chinese Chicken Salad, when I spied another frequent shopper. Usually, not my type, she was mid-forties, thin, short, good shape, overly short hair colored almost platinum, very little makeup and dressed down to jeans and sweat shirt. I had not said a word to anyone since ordering breakfast at McDonalds, "I see you in here many evenings. You must shop for dinner every night, like I do?"

The look was pleasant, standoffish, wishing I would go away. "I decide what I want for dinner by looking at the fresh vegetables."

"Good healthy idea. I sort of do that. It keeps the leftovers and waste down. And I get to talk to interesting people before I go home and cook."

She could have let the conversation drop at that point but she didn't. "You could go out for dinner and talk with people and not have to cook."

"True. I guess I like quiet evenings after a workday and I like to cook."

"What are you cooking tonight?"

"Just Chinese Chicken Salad and French Bread, but it will be the best on the West Coast."

"Pretty sure of yourself."

"Well test me, pretty lady. I live across the street. Come over for dinner and you can write a review of my dinner for the Sunday paper."

"Thanks for the offer, but I have to get home. Besides, we don't know each other."

I reached out and took her hand, "John Harper, you see my Harper's construction trucks all around. My son runs the business now. I just take on a project once in a while to keep myself busy."

"I have seen your signs. You are too young to be retired."

I let her pull her hand away, "You are not only pretty but you have a silver tongue and lie beautifully. Thank you."

She blushed a little and turned back to the tomatoes. 

"Tell me your name and you can have a rain check anytime you change your mind."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Janet Thorn. I live a few blocks behind the store."

"Here's my card, Janet. Some evening, tell a hundred people where you will be and for how long, then risk calling me. I would love to have dinner with you. You pick the place or I'll cook."

She read the card. "You do live close."

That seemed like an opening. "Yes, I am. Reconsider, come over about seven; we should be finished eating by eight thirty and you would be home before curfew. I guarantee the food and conversation will be better than eating alone in front of the TV. I'm an expert at that."

"I don't know when my daughter will be coming home tonight. I had better not."

"Maybe another time."

Right at seven the telephone rang. "John, this is Janet Thorn. Is that offer still open for dinner tonight?"

"You bet it is. Bring you daughter, if you want."

"She is working late again tonight. I'll see you in a few minutes."

I moved my setting from the coffee table, set up the kitchen table for two and selected a nice light wine. Before she arrived I mixed up some batter for desert crapes - banana slices, shaved almonds, whipped cream and a drizzle of chocolate. I had one chilled bottle of Asti Chinzano Spumante that would be perfect with the crapes. I was wondering if she drank wine, when the doorbell rang.

"I hope the house wasn't too difficult to find."

"No, I've always wondered what this big house looked like inside."

"Let me give you the nickel tour and then you'll be on your own after that."

She liked the indoor waterfall and pond; she liked the indoor pool, the kitchen, living room, family room and den. We stopped there. My bedroom is downstairs; we left that out. We left out all the upstairs bedrooms. "Too bad it is dark, I would like to show you the backyard."

"I would like that too."

"Janet, will you have wine with you meal?"

"A little."

I continued doing everything I could to make her comfortable and not think I was going to drug her. "Get the glasses out of that cupboard and pour the wine while I get our salad dished up."

Dinner was relaxed and talkative. She could not believe I lived alone in such large house. "At one time there were four boys, my wife, two people who worked for us and dozens of people I did not know very well that seemed to be here a lot. My boys all have their own families and places nearby, my wife died a few years ago. Just me now. Banana Crapes for desert, OK?"

"I've never had crapes before."

"Fancy name for thin pancakes. I think you will like them. Get the other bottle of wine from the fridge. It is a very light sparkling desert wine that should go well with the crapes."

Over dessert, Janet began to talk about her daughter, Denise. She was proud of the twenty eight year old, college graduate, first-year law student. But something rang hollow in her words.

I lit a fire in the den while Janet brought us our cups of coffee.

"Tell me more about your daughter. I sense that something isn't quite right."

The direct personal observation made her uneasy but she answered, "Denise is very smart. She is even a Mensa member. She works long hours and has been very successful in a short time."

"That is all good. What is the bad?"

"She is very condescending to others, almost conceited. Sometimes I feel she can barely tolerate my average mind and existence."

"Mom, you are far above average. You are articulate; you take care of yourself; you are fun to be with; you are pretty and you are sexy."

She blushed a little. It was a little after nine, when I helped her on with her coat and walked her to her car. "Janet, I hope this is only our first dinner together. I enjoyed spending time with you."

By her car she stood on her toes and kissed me lightly on the cheek. "I enjoyed tonight too."

She turned from me and reached for the driver side door. I leaned against her car and slid down a little so my face would be level with hers, "I have wondered something all night. Please, come here for just a minute."

There was a little fear in her sparkling eyes but she came to me, standing close between my outstretched legs. She coyly asked, "What have you wondered?"

I pulled her stiff body to me, "I have wondered how your lips taste." Her body believed it should put up some token resistance. I stroked around her ears and down along her chin line. When my lips touched hers, she relaxed into me and sighed. Her lips were warm and soft. The kiss lasted a few seconds longer than a first kiss should. I pushed her head slightly away from mine. Her eyes were closed. I licked across her lips lightly, then whispered, "I don't wonder anymore. They taste better than desert and are exciting."

She leaned tighter into me. She had to feel my hardening cock pressing into her belly. Her skin was flushed and her breathing was deep when we parted. I made no effort to hide my admiration of her ass as she got into her car. I said my goodbye, "Thanks for your company tonight, pretty one. Call me on my cell phone, if you can get away for a quick lunch. Or we will just see each other at the store."

She was beaming as she drove away. It had been a while since a man had been so openly appreciative of her.



I didn't hear from Janet for a week. I was dirty and tired when I saw her ambling through the produce. I snuck up behind her trapping her between my body and her cart. "You have been avoiding me. I'm sad that I ran you off."

I stayed close when she turned to face me. Most of her body had to rub across mine. Her eyes darted around when she answered me, "I have not been avoiding you. I've just been real busy." Her eyes kept glancing about.

"Come have coffee at the deli with me and tell me the truth. I'm a big boy; I can take it. Come tell me I was a bore, a poor kisser and you were happy to get away from me."

"I enjoyed every minute of our time together but Denise is shopping with me today. She gave me lots of trouble for going to a house with a man I just met."

"It's time I met this ogre who has you living in fear. Let's draw her out and make her find us."

I was a little surprised that she followed. We were laughing about something when a stern faced Denise walked up. "I've been looking all over for you."

"You must be Denise. I've heard very complimentary things about you. I'm John Harper."

She shook my hand, sized me up and fought to maintain control. "Mother told me about you too. You are older than I though you would be."

"I'm sorry for that. You are exactly what I thought you would be. Please join us for coffee. I'm trying to talk your mom into going on a day-long train ride with me." That was the first Janet had heard of my plan.

"No, we have to get home. I have already checked out with the groceries."

Janet looked shocked that her daughter would act so rudely. 

"Denise, I enjoyed meeting you. But I understand, nothing is worse than refrozen ice cream. Your mom and I are not quite finished with our coffee and our discussion. Please, you go on home, I'll bring her in a few minutes."

Denise noticeably bristled. She felt far superior to any construction worker. "Mom, you need to come on now."

Janet hesitated and looked at me. I squeezed her hand below the table and addressed her daughter, "Denise, we old slow-witted people are allowed to make our own decisions, make our own mistakes and pursue our own happiness. Even if all we are capable of is putting caps on toothpaste tubes. I believe you are studying that school. You run along home, like a good little rude girl. We will be fine and about fifteen minutes behind you."

I took a couple of dozen daggers from her. Janet took a few but did not flinch. Denise went off in a huff with her basket. She could be a good-looking woman. For now she was harsh, controlling and arrogant.

Janet and I finished our coffee and I drove her home. She was disappointed with her daughter and a little afraid of going in alone. I did not ask; I just walked in with her. 

Her daughter kept her back to us as we entered the kitchen. I started as if nothing had happened earlier, "Denise, I saw your access badge. You work for Stern, Black and Caldwell. Is Don Stern still active in the firm?"

She was taken back but had to answer such a blunt question. "Yes, he still puts in long hours."

"He and I go way back. I built his first house in Oregon. He did lots of work for my first subdivision when he was on his own. Tell him you ran into me and I asked if he has learned to write contracts yet."

I knew she would not have access to a partner; she wasn't even an attorney yet.

It was time for me to leave, "Denise, I really enjoyed meeting you. Janet, I'll call you later this week. Maybe we can set a date for that train trip. Maybe Denise can come with us."

Janet's evening would be complicated. She would be told that she had bad judgment and how horrible the man was that she had chosen to have coffee with.

She survived. Over the next couple of weeks we talked on the telephone often. She even brought a picnic lunch to my job site one day and we ate on the floor in the sawdust. We were having fun but I had to get back to work. I sprinkled some shavings in her hair and smiled.

"Why did you do that?"

"I want Denise to see the sawdust in your hair and give you trouble for rolling around on the floor with me."

"We did not do anything."

"I know. But we will if you don't let me get back to work and quit thinking about how much I want you."

She packed up and was gone quickly. Her lingering goodbye kiss and her body's full length press confessed that she wasn't too offended by my words. The sawdust was still in her hair as she drove away.

My project house sold even before the kitchen was in. I had to scramble for weeks to meet the walk-through inspection date. Janet and I talked, picnicked but saw very little of each other for a couple of months. One evening she did bring Chinese to my home. Luckily the front door was open; I had fallen asleep in my easy chair in the den.

I awoke to her getting dinner ready. She saw me watching her, "You sleep so still and quietly."

"I was dead for a while. My body can't do what it used to."

Gracefully, she did not kid me on that sensitive subject. "Go wash up."

We ate. She went home. It was pleasant.

The weekend after my project closed, I invited Janet and Denise for a mid-afternoon bar-b-cue in the back yard. It was warm and sunny. Denise was spell bound by the house and the grounds. Like her mom, she could not believe I lived alone. While we cooked, Janet heard laughter coming from the indoor pool. "John, someone is in the pool. Do you have guests?"

"Not really. I just let a few girls swim some afternoons before they go to work."

Before I could say any more, Janet went to the pool with Denise right behind her. I laughed inside, waited a couple minutes and followed. My two ladies were standing, open-mouthed, side-by-side. A few feet in front of them were three naked, mid-twenties, lovelies from the neighborhood strip club. Except for the hair on their heads they were cleanly shaven. The view was magnificent. Tiffany, Brandy and Desire had finished introducing themselves when I arrived. I introduced Janet and Denise, since neither seemed capable of speaking at the moment.

We finished all the niceties. The naked beauties said they had to go and get ready. Brandy came to me and gave me a full, wet body hug and said, "Thanks again for letting us swim. It is helping just like your said it would." I got a nice kiss full on the lips and they scurried off. Janet's face was full of questions.

"Come on you two. I'll explain."

We walked to the back yard. I got us all a beer. Denise's look was, "What, you expect me to drink beer?"

"The three naked beauties are strippers from down the street. I shoot pool there often. They were talking one night about pulling muscles and starting to become too defined. I suggested they swim to stretch out before dancing to solve both problems. They try to match their schedules and have been dropping by for several months now."

"You don't mind if they just come in like that?"

"Surely, Denise, you are not asking a male if he minds looking at gorgeous naked young women."

They worked hard to discretely regain their composure and giggled quietly to themselves. I added, "Neither of you, seemed to mind looking at them either."

They looked like deer in headlights. Caught. Before they left, I offered, "You can come use the pool anytime you want."

Janet teased, "I love to swim. Do we have to swim nude?"

Denise held her breath. She couldn't believe her mother said, 'we'?

"I would love that, but, no, clothing is optional. However, you know I will fantasize about what is covered up."

They had not learned to play verbally with me. Again they were shocked.

Janet and I finally got our train ride scheduled. She warned me that she had to be home by nine. Some friends were dropping off two cats for her to care for while they went on a cruise. She invited me for breakfast at her house on the day of our outing. Denise seemed worried and distant. I waited for her to leave the room, "What is wrong with the daughter, today?"

Janet held her finger to her mouth and just pointed to a folded letter in the napkin rack on the table. I opened and read. Her law school was informing her that her last year had to be full time and that she had to agree to counseling to improve her interpersonal skills. Additionally, she had to bring her account current before she could enroll.

While the train rattled and puffed along the narrow gage track, Janet filled in more details. "Denise's classmates do not like to work with her on required joint projects; she is too opinionated and rigid. She has gone to law school part-time and worked full time for three years since graduating college. She is eight thousand dollars in debt and figures it will cost her forty thousand to quit work and go to school full-time until she finishes. It is another one of life's realities that she has to face."

"Let's enjoy our day. Tell me more about Denise later."

We walked, shopped and flirted all day – up the mountain and in the little town where the train turned around to come back down. We made out in a little park and were watched intently by a nine-year old girl. I think she was revolted by grown-ups kissing. When the last train was about to leave for the day, Janet had to run to the bathroom. I held on to her hand for a moment.

"Be naughty for me. Drive me crazy."

"How?"

"When you go, take your panties off and bring them to me."

"I can't do that. I've worn them all day."

"I know that."

She pulled away. I had no idea what she would do. Maybe she was offended. Not everyone was as oral and turned on by taste and smell as I am.

She almost jogged back to me, using long strides. Her skirt flowed behind her. Her smile was wild and her eyes twinkled. When she hooked her arm in mine, I felt a tug at my windbreaker's pocket. There were dozens of people around us. I stopped and pulled out the warm, soft, damp, silky blue panties that she had been so careful to hide. She was frozen in front of me. No one else knew what I was doing. But she did. She quit breathing or blinking. Her panties were concealed in my cupped hands but to her they were waving to get the attention of everyone. I brought them to my face. I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply. Slowly, I put them back into my pocket.

I was not lying, "Janet, help me onto the train. I feel dizzy."

The train was too full. We had to double up. I got the single seat in the back of the third car. Janet had to sit on my lap. The train jerked, rocked and rolled away from the station.

She leaned close and whispered, "Why did you do that with my panties?"

I whispered back, assuring my breath would tease around her ear. "Because I love the smell of you and the taste of you. Your body thrills me. You haven't let me make love with you. I want you. I used them to imagine how your pussy would taste, how you would move and how beautiful you would be in climax." I licked around her ear and sucked at her earlobe. She wiggled in my lap. She was quiet.

"Is she wet?"

Janet was slow to answer. Maybe I was pushing her too fast.

Her voice was pained and husky, "Yes. Very wet."




New Beginnings



"Touch her. Wet your finger in her and bring her juice to my mouth so I can taste her."

She adjusted herself. Her full skirt easily covered us. She snaked a hand down between our bodies. She hesitated in surprise when the back of her hand pressed against my twisted uncomfortable hardening cock.

Her body told me when her finger slid between the moist lips. I held her hand in place and whispered, "Work your finger in and out. Imagine it is my tongue."

Again I sucked at her ear. Her hips rocked gently. "Is your finger touching your clit?" I knew it had not been. She shifted her finger's angle and rocked a few more times. Her thighs tightened and she sighed. "Yes, I'm touching my clit."

"Are you noisy when you cum?"

She was quiet, barely moving. After a long pause, she answered, "I don't think so."

"Bring your fingers to me."

Her taste was magnificent. I sucked and licked them clean. She rocked in my lap. I could feel her wetness soaking through my pants.

For thirty minutes we rode. It was twilight outside. The moon was about a quarter. I draped her coat over her shoulders and cupped her left breast and rolled its nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "God, John, don't do that. You have me too hot. You are going to make me cum."

At first she seemed relieved when I moved my hand down between her knees but almost panicked when I reached up under her skirt, pulled the zipper down on my wet pants, pulled my tortured cock out and pressed it tightly between the folds of her pussy. She was about to object when I said, "Close your legs tightly around me."

We rode another ten minutes with my shaft bouncing, wedged against her clit. Her arms tightened around my neck. Her eyes were wild. "Put your head on my shoulder and bite the collar of my shirt." She buried her face into my neck. In a minute her body shuddered and she came. I held her tight, not letting her move away.

In time, her hips began to rock. I groaned into her. She heard but her movements were selfish. She was close again. Her eyes were closed. We were totally alone on a train filled with people. I pressed her panties into her hand, "Put these over my cock and keep rocking. You're about to make me cum."

Her body tensed even more, I said, "Yes, Janet, use my cock, cum for me again."

Janet whimpered into my neck. My cock swelled and jerked while she continued to rock using it to rub her clit. She was almost there. My body lifted us both slightly off the seat. My cock throbbed and pumped its first shot into her panty-covered hand. She moaned as her climax continued through my second and third delivery of semen. Our bodies were in sync now. My weakening contractions matched hers. We came down slowly together.

We were fifteen minutes from the end of our train ride. My cock was still hard. Janet pulled her panties from under her skirt and brought them to her mouth. When she sucked some of my cum from them, I groaned, "O God," and pushed two fingers into her soaking cunt.

With the last ounce of willpower I had, I said, "Janet, we have to stop. Please stop. You have made me need you too much. Keep teasing me and I'll take you right here, regardless of consequences."

Thankfully, that seemed to get through to her. She had to do this. I was not capable of stopping on my own. I needed to be pulled out of my crazy sexual desire. She removed my fingers from her body, sucked them. Her eyes pleaded for more but she provided the strength to calm down. She had me zipped up and ready to stagger off the train.

I was mostly together by the time we made it to my car. I had parked under a bright light. Janet covered her mouth, her eyes were happy and danced as she pointed at me. I was soaked from my waist to my knees. She asked, "Did I do all that?"

"Yes, you did. Everything I did you caught in your panties."

"It looks like I peed on you."

"No, not this time. Maybe next time you can pee on me."

"John!!!"

"Sorry, I got too naughty, huh?"

The last thing I wanted to do in the world was take her home. But I did. Surely, a quick rape between friends would have been acceptable under these circumstances.

At noon the next day, I was working on a speech I had to give in a couple of weeks. The telephone rang and an overly cheery Janet greeted me, "I've been washing away evidence this morning; what have you been doing?"

"Trying to work, but not very effectively. You left me in quite a state last night."

In her best little girl voice she apologized, "I'm so sorry. Anything I can do to make things better."

"You bet. I can think of at least ten without trying."

"You really got me going last night. I've never done anything like that in public. Denise knew we were playing around the second she saw me. She saw my wet panties in my open purse and said I smelled like sex. I had to tell her a little just to get her to quit hounding me."

"Speaking of Denise, have her get all her transcripts and letters from the Law School and come over to talk with me. Tell her to be very open and honest."

"Do you have some ideas how to get her through school?"

"Yes, but she is not going to like them and will have to work harder in different ways than she has ever done."

"Can I come along and listen?"

"On three conditions: You don't say anything about my plan. You stay after she leaves. And you don't wear any panties."

"What is the big mean man going to do to sweet little innocent me?"

"He's going to lick every inch of you and have his way with you."

"O goodie. We'll be there after dinner tonight."

"Make it about seven and we'll have desert and coffee together."

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I devoured all of Denise's information while we had cheesecake and coffee. I took my time. It was a good forty-five minutes before I spoke. "Denise, you are clearly a brilliant woman. Your professors doubt that you will be effective as a lawyer because your superior attitude will prevent you from working well with clients and peers."

I paused for effect and had some coffee. When she started to respond, I continued, "One of the skills all successful people have to develop is to work with a wide variety of people. Most people are fascinating, interesting and have great talents when you get to know them. Intelligence is a gift. If you plan to work by yourself, go sit on a mountain or write scholarly books you might get away with just stuffing your great mind with facts. Most of us relish in the love, touch, conversation, experiences and friendship of other people."

Again I paused, until she got uncomfortable. "I have helped several people finish their studies. I will help you but you will have to work hard for that help."

"I really want to finish law school. What do I have to do?"

"You will have to work for me all summer as my assistant. When I travel, you travel with me. When I work at home, you work. When I take time off, you have time off. If I want you to set up meetings, wash the car, fly to New York, type, file, etc., you do it. You will have to sign an agreement not to disclose anything about me and my life."

She was put-off. "Be your servant for three months?"

"A paid servant. A servant I will challenge more than you have ever been challenged. A servant who will have to listen and respond to my criticism and feedback."

"What if you don't like the results?"

"I did not set any other conditions. Get through the three months, always doing your best and I'll pay you $50,000 for education expenses, over and above salary and expenses for the summer."

She started to talk but I stood, helped her up and continued, "Don't say anything right now, Denise. Think about it. Give me your answer tomorrow. I guarantee I will make you cry in frustration, want to kill me a dozen times and break your heart two dozen times during the months you work for me. You will earn every penny."

As I walked Denise to the front door, she looked over at her mother, still seated by my desk.

"Don't worry about Janet. She will be spending the night with me. That will give you time to think."

Denise so wanted to control. Again she tried to speak, "Why.....?"

"Because tonight we are going to satisify each other. Make each other sore. Make each other walk funny tomorrow. Enjoy each other's company. And make each other smile. Don't worry. I'll wash her so she won't smell like sex when she gets home in the morning."

She was fuming as I pushed her out the door. It was a good way for her to start working with me. I knew she would agree to my offer.

I flicked the light switch off as I walked back into my walnut paneled office. Janet stood as the lights went out. She was framed in the light from the flickering fireplace behind her. She had removed her shoes.

"Open your blouse for me Janet."

Her eyes stayed locked with mine as she slowly opened button after button. I matched her. We stood ten feet apart with open shirts wanting more. She was ahead of me. I removed my shoes, socks and took my slacks off. Janet watched every move, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

"Get naked for me."

She hesitated. I reached into the fly of my boxers and pulled out my cock. I stared at her and slowly masturbated. She knew it was for her pleasure.

Her skirt fell away. Her blouse and bra were added to the pile while I pulled the coffee table off the long-haired lambs' wool rug in front of the fire. When I stepped out of my boxers her eyes locked on my cock and I could see the fire's reflection flickering in them.

"Your body is beautiful, Janet."

We met in the middle of the fluffy rug, hugged and rubbed our bodies together, making out like horny teenagers. When I guided her to lie on the rug she used my pulsing cock to pull me down with her.

"I think you might be too big for me. It has been a long time."

I slipped beneath her, "Straddle my face, Little One; you know how I love to taste you."

Within five minutes, I knew why my slacks had been so soaked when we finished our train ride. Her neatly trimmed pussy ran like a river with just a little attention. Still her body was tense.

"John, I'm sorry that I get so wet. It has always......."

I pulled my mouth from my second desert for just a moment to say, "I love it. Don't fret, I want to drink from you, please you and have my taste buds dance from what you give me when you cum."

That license freed her and she began to thrust into my lips. I licked, sucked and did not hide my enthusiasm for her gift. She reached one hand out to the couch and grabbed the hair on my head to steady herself. Then she began to fuck into me. Her first orgasm was quiet but a whimper said she was not stopping. Her eyes were closed but I watched her face contort and struggle toward a more difficult second release.

It may have been a while but her body was in good condition. Within a couple of minutes, Janet began to moan and pull my head tightly into her widely spread cunt. Juices poured from her womb. I could not drink them all and they ran down my cheeks and neck. Again, I felt that she was holding back. "Janet, don't stop, cum again for me."

My lips would be swollen tomorrow but the show was magnificent tonight. Now she centered her clit into my mouth and thrust for hard direct attention. I felt vibrations from her belly as it tightened. Her thighs locked tightly against my ears. Her first cry was one of pain but she thrust on. Her second cry was one of pleading. She froze for a second, then thrust hard and screamed, pushing out the last of the liquid that her womb had been holding for so long.

I almost did not catch her. Her body toppled forward. I managed to grab one shoulder and one breast and push her back to a slumped sitting position and then more until she was on her back, limp, soaked and quiet. I checked her quickly. Only, a second ago she was gasping for breath. Now she did not seem to be breathing at all.

She was breathing. I know an opportunity when I see it. I guided the head of my cock between her swollen lips and pushed. Half went in with no problem. Another thrust and I bottomed out with two more inches to go and her sheath very tight around me. I thrust again. If she had been awake, this would have hurt driving against her cervix. I opened and stretched her relaxed body. Again and again I gently pushed into her and felt her body slowly accommodate me. Her mind was not in this game to worry, tense and resist. I ground my pubic bone into hers and lay still, half my weight on her hips and my cock throbbing, completely imbedded in her belly.

I was about to start thrusting when she re-joined me in the land of the living. I kissed her and told her how beautiful it was to watch her climax. As I spoke, I felt her hand travel down and inspect.

"You are completely inside me?"

I pulled about half-way out of her body and pushed in slowly. My cock slipped through her fingers and nestled tightly. "Yes."

"God, I am so sensitive but that feels so good. You are stretching me." Her hands went around to my ass and pulled, "Again."

I take orders well. I retreated and thrust. This time making sure the top of my cock slipped along over her swollen, uncovered clit.

"Oh, that almost hurts."

I set up a slow rhythm, withdrawing so just my helmet was in her and then pushing all the way in torturing her clit. She winced during the first few strokes. She opened her legs wider on the next few and then actively thrust to meet me on the ones after that.

I had fifty pounds on her but she welcomed each drive into her body. I did not want to hurt her but she said, "Harder."

I tested and jarred her body.

"God, Yes. Like that. Even harder."

I was mad to cum. Her words were a challenge. Somewhere, deep inside me, I wanted to please her but now it was my turn and she needed to be warned.

"I'm going to take you now, Janet. Your body has me crazy and I need to cum."

"Yes, Yes, cum in me. Pound me."

I gave her everything my body could dish out. I wanted to cum desperately, yet I was delayed because I was amazed how her body freely and so easily absorbed my thrusts. I looked at her face one last time before my mind was gone. Her eyes were full of lust and demand. Her face was twisted in sensitive pain and pushing for one last orgasm. I had never seen such sexual beauty. I needed to pour into her.

My legs were burning; my breaths were gasps; my cock was very sensitive and my eyes sealed shut. My balls tightened painfully as my first rope shot from me so hard it hurt the inside of my cock. My back arched to its limit and I was perfectly still feeling my pulsing cock contract and drain the life out of my body into hers.

I was barely awake when I collapsed onto her panting body. I felt my weight push the breath out of her but I was struggling to pull air into my own lungs and could not care about her for that moment. Janet's body did not care about being crushed. We timed our heaving gasps for air and recovered slowly until our breathing became quiet enough for us to realize that now we must only have one heart because there was only one pulse between us.

Together our sweaty bodies chilled and together we rolled up into the lamb rug and went to sleep.



New Beginnings



My journey begins as some do, with an accident. My mother had taken a nasty fall at her home. It had flooded due to a busted pipe and slipped while cleaning it up. I was living in another town a few hours away when I got a call about what happened, in which I dropped everything and drove expecting the worse. I was an only child and my father had split when I was very young, so I am very close to my mom. I was getting updates on her condition while I drove the 4 hour trip to my home town by her secretary and close friend, Diane. She informed me that my mom was at the hospital and they were admitting her to stay. 

I arrived at the hospital and immediately went to her room. My mom was up and awake with only and busted leg that was wrapped in a cast. After our long hug and greetings, she laughed about the situation and told me it was only a broken leg and thought the whole event was funny. I told her how Diane had made it seem like a life and death ordeal and how it scared me to think the worse; and that I had dropped everything and drove without even packing for a stay. 

As we sat and caught up on our lives, Diane walked in told us that it was raining outside and was to be a bad storm. I jumped up and looked out the hospital window to see a near sidewise rain with high winds. My mother saw it as well as I drew the curtains open for all to see. She said that I shouldn't drive back in that kind of weather. As I didn't know the condition of my mother before I arrived, I had phoned my boss and said that needed a week off to assess my mother's condition. My mother thought it was an excessive amount of time to take off work when she only had a broken leg. I had no idea what to expect when I arrived and thought the time off would be sufficient in case the situation was as bad as Diane had made it out to be. We all laughed at each other and the predicament we were now all in. My mother figured that sense I had a week off, I could spend it with her and in my home town. It would be like a small vacation, except I had to visit my mom in the hospital until she could leave. 

I now needed a place to stay, and sense my mother's house was flooded and all my old friends had long sense moved away, my mother thought it would be a good idea if a stayed with Diane. She was at least twenty years my senior and a very kept proper woman. She was very classy and very organized and handled most my mother's matters for her. My mom was a very successful business woman and Diane was her right hand lady. Diane did not argue with my mother on her suggestion of me staying with her. My mother added that I had to be on my best behavior and do whatever Diane asked while I was in her home. 

After we all said our good-byes, I rode with Diane to her house as it was foolish to drive two cars in bad weather. We stopped for some fast food before we reached her home which was a small but classy townhouse. We ran to the front door and to the covered doorway from the rain. Diane fiddled with her keys in the safety of the covered doorway as I stood behind her getting rained on. It seemed too dark for her to see the keys and I seemed to be getting drenched while she fussed to open the door. After she finally unlocked and opened the door, we rushed inside. Diane saw I was now soaked to the bone and told me to stand there while she got some towels and told me to take off my shoes and strip to my underwear. Hearing my mother's voice in my head, I didn't argue with Diane and embraced her help to get dry and warm. She hurried back with some towels and a terry cloth robe. She wrapped me in the robe and helped dry my long grungy hair. I stood and shivered as she dried me off. She then suggested that I take a hot bath, while she made a fire and prepared some food. I only then took notice to the fact that I had no clothes and brought nothing with me to wear. Diane told me not to worry about it, and that even though she was a few inches taller than me and thicker than my frail form, she should have something for me to wear after I returned from the bath. The clothes I had worn were now soaked and would have to be cleaned at the laundry mat in the morning. 

As I entered the very feminine bathroom, Diane gave me a plastic bag to put my remaining soaked underwear in and that I was free to use any of her toiletries. While I bathed she would find me something to wear. I found all kinds of feminine smelling soaps, lotions, shampoos, hair products, make-up, nail polishes and so on. I didn't dare want to use anything I didn't need, and all I needed was to wash my body and hair. I found myself scared to touch anything in that I was in a strange woman's house and I was looking at all her personal hygiene products. Diane ran me a nice bath adding some bubbles and lotions to it saying it would help me relax and warm up. She then helped me put my hair in a shower cap telling me to bath first, remove the water then shower to wash my hair. I felt funny as I stood with all my long hair in a shower cap and wearing a pink terry cloth robe. 

After she left the bathroom, I stripped, put my wet underwear in the plastic bag, hung up the robe behind the door and stepped into the very hot water. It took me a while to get use to, but when I did, a sat with the water coming up to my collar bone as I soaked. The water was so warm, smelled amazing and had a slight tingle to it. 

I must have sat for so long that Diane knocked on the door to check on me. She said I had been in there for almost 45 minutes and my food was getting cold. I must have passed out for a little bit because the bath water was also cold. I then got up, pulled the plunger on the tub to release the water and started the shower head. As I got up a noticed hair floating in the water which I couldn't explain until I began showering and saw all my body hair being washed off. I stood there as I was now as smooth as an Olympic swimmer. I took off the shower cap to wash my hair and then washed my body off with flowery soap. After I cleaned out the tub and turned the water off, I stepped out and found more towels to dry off with. I examined my skin as it was now hairless. I now also smelled like the perfume department at Macy's. I dried off and put on the robe again and brushed out my hair which seemed to be very soft tangle free. 

I opened the door and found Diane sitting in the living room next to the fireplace. She asked me how I felt and if I was hungry. I told her I was fine and that I could eat a horse. I then went on to ask about why the bath water made my body hair fall out. She gasped and remarked that she had forgotten that one of the bath lotions was a depilatory hair remover and that she was so sorry. She was so use to making the same bath water for herself that she didn't remember what she even put in it anymore. She told me that my skin looked great and I smelled wonderful. I simply blushed and thanked her for her compliment. She then led me into her bedroom where she said she had found something for me to wear to bed. As she got the clothes, she handed me a bottle of lotion and said that I should put it on all over seeing that the depilatory might burn later and the lotion came with it to soothe the skin after the hair removal. I was so mad that I was now hairless but the burning comment scared me to put the lotion on my legs, arms and torso which felt so good on my now smooth skin. Diane sat some things on her bed and told me to put them on while she re-heated my food and that the terry cloth robe was too wet and laid out another robe.

I examined the clothing she left out for me to wear. On the bed was a burgundy satin and lace robe with matching nightgown and panties. I tried to object on wearing the attire and asked for something else. Diane remarked sternly that she did not make it a hobby to keep men's clothing around and that I was in a woman's house and that she had women's clothes, and if I didn't like I could put on my wet clothes and leave. I could tell she was offended and to quiet the situation, I looked at the ground and remarked that I was sorry to offend her and that I was very thankful for her hospitality and her. As she calmed down, she accepted my apology and warned me to not disobey her in her home again or she would tell my mother, after which she told me to get dressed and be a good "girl" and meet her in the living room to eat. I brushed off the girl comment as a joke and walked to my new attire in horror and shame. I first stripped off my robe and towels and adorned the panties first. I picked them up to feel the fabric and finger the lace edgings which seemed to fascinate me yet immortalize me, it felt like entrapment. I slipped them up my hairless legs and snapped them in place around my waist, hiding my shriveled, pathetic, feminized crotch. The feeling was overwhelming and humiliating at the same time. 

I felt overpowered and in Diane's control while in her clothes, like she was confining me to satin and lace. I then put on the night gown and shrieked as the cold satin dropped over and caressed my skin, which Diane had to of heard. I then covered myself in the robe to complete the set and outfit and saw on the floor a pair of black low heeled sandals. I figured they were left out for me to wear as well and didn't want to further upset Diane by defiling her again. I felt so ashamed and submissive in my nightwear. The robe had a fur edging around the bottom and around the cuffs. All I wanted to do was go eat, go to sleep and get my clothes cleaned and forget this entire night and go home. 

Diane was sitting on the couch watching a movie when I came in. she gasped yet again and put her hands to her mouth and then said that I looked fabulous, a natural beauty. I blushed a deep red at her comment, in which she went on to ask why I had shrieked so loud in her room. I told her about the nightgown and how it was cold along my hairless skin. Diane busted out laughing saying that a screamed like a girl. I now couldn't stop blushing. She pulled me over to the couch and I sat with her as I ate my food and watched her chick flick movie. As we sat, she brushed out me hair and put it into a scrunchy. Diane remarked on the shoes I was wearing and that she didn't leave them out for me but I was welcome to them and that I looked amazing in them. That sent me to a new level of embarrassment, and I continued to stare at the floor and at my feminized feet. Diane reached up and pinched my cheeks saying how rosy they were when I blushed. After her teasing me, I asked where I was sleeping, in which I was shocked to hear I would be sleeping with her. That took me off guard but I thought how nice it would be to sleep in the same bed as a beautiful older woman. She said that she thought it would be kind of nice and warmer for both of us, and that is was just "us girls." I admit I was excited to sleep in bed with an older woman but also very nervous. 

Diane went into her room to change and get ready for bed as I cleaned up my mess and put my dishes in the sink. I somehow got sucked into the girly movie she was watching while she was changing. I could smell something weird and looked around for the cause of the smell; I had noticed it when I came out of the bathroom. I found a deep red bottle of nail polish on the coffee table and opened it to see if it was where the smell was coming from. Indeed it was the cause; it had such a strong odor. Just as I was screwing the cap back on, Diane came back and surprised me by saying, "Ah ha, caught you!" She began laughing at how high I jumped and she said that she had just wanted to scare me. She then asked me what I was doing with her nail polish and if I wanted some. I told her that I was just checking on what the smell was in the room and that it was coming from the bottle. She again laughed and told me that while I was the bath, she was touching up her nail polished fingers and toes. She then sat down next to me while taking the bottle from me and told me to give her my hand. Diane said that I would also look good with a little color and that it would match my outfit, this plunged me into shame once again and I didn't even argue with her in fear of making her angry again. 

We sat and watched the movie as she proceeded to paint all my finger nails and then went on to my toe nails as well. While she feminized my hands and feet, I took notice of what she had changed into. Diane was now wearing an outfit similar to mine except that it was all red satin. Her busty breast had been shaped into cleavage and I could smell the same lotion and perfume on her as I was wearing. She had also put her hair into a high ponytail making her look very strong and superior. After my nails were done, Diane told me stay there and not move, and I had better not mess up my nails. She returned with a small bag and began putting make-up on my face. When I tried to ask what she was doing she said "Shhhhhh" and continued to work on me. I didn't dare stop her as I didn't want to anger her by messing up my nails, make-up and defying her again. Diane put a light foundation, pink eye shadow, eyeliner, mascara, and a pink lip gloss. After she was done, she laid my head in her lap and plucked my eye brows. It hurt so bad, but every time I wanted her to stop she told me to be a big girl and tough it out. She went on to say that men had no idea what women went through to look beautiful and that I was getting a crash course. She thought that I had the body and the face for it and that I should think of the experience as my first girly sleepover. After she finished my eye brows, she powdered the area around them that were red and filled in my brows with a pencil to bring them out more. Diane handed me a small compact with a mirror and I was utterly stunned. I looked like my mom but 20 years younger. Diane said that a lady should always look her best, even for the sand man. 

We powered everything off and went to her room to go to sleep. Diane helped me out of my robe and into bed. She did the same by taking off her robe and getting into bed next to me. As we turned to lights off, she told me to cuddle up to her, in which I laid my head on her chest as we held each other. I felt kind of weird but also very comfortable, and with the day I had had I was very sleepy. I felt Diane kiss the top of my head and said "Good night sweaty," and I replied a good night to her as well. As I laid there smelling her sweat aroma, she ran her fingers through my hair, caressed my face and told me how beautiful I looked in her arms. I told Diane that I thought that she was very beautiful too and that she felt good in my arms. Then it really got weird, she kissed me. Not like a light little kiss but with her tongue in my mouth and very forceful. I immediately got turned on as she held me very tightly as we made out. I then felt one of her hands begin to stroke my penis through the satin panties. I have never felt anything that erotic and good before. She then grabbed my hand and made me squeeze her breast. It was so big and felt so good with her satin nightgown. I heard her moan as I squeezed her breast and played with her nipples. I was also moaning as she played with my privates through my satin panties. 

Diane then pushed me down and got on top while rubbing her pussy on my shaft, dry humping me with our panties still on. I was now playing with both of her breast while she squeezed my nipples through my nightgown. The entire time she was telling me things like "doesn't it feel good to be a girl with a woman," or "I'm going to show you things you've never heard about my little bitch." Normally all these things would have shocked me but I was so turned on I didn't care what she said as long as she didn't stop molesting me. Diane then got up and pulled my panties down and off of me then stuffed them in my mouth. She said that she didn't want to hear me scream at what I was about to do next. She crept down and I watched as she stuck my entire penis in her mouth, and proceeded to blow me like her life depended on it. I tried to scream as it felt incredible through my gag but only muffled cries were heard. It didn't take long before I orgasmed in her mouth and watched her swallow it down. I was still as hard as a rock to which Diane took her panties off and mounted my throbbing member. I was so desensitized now for the blow job that it was now her time to get off. I watched as she bucked and rode me like a carnival ride. She screamed and moaned, and after a while I had feeling again and I joined her in the noise making. We had to have been so loud that the neighbors could hear us. After about an hour fuck fest, we simultaneously had the best orgasm of both our lives and clasped onto each other, panting and moaning. Diane held me in her arms as I shook from such a hard orgasm, covered us up in her blankets and comforted me until we fell asleep, a wet sticky mess. 

The next morning I awoke to the shower running and hear Diane moving about in the bathroom. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and noticed the time, we had slept all day and it was now noon. Her bed was so warm and soft that I didn't want to get up. Diane emerged from the bath room with a towel around her body and another wrapped around her head. She told me in such a warm tone to get my lazy pretty ass up and take a shower while the water is still warm. I jumped up and noticed what I was wearing, confirming everything that had happened the night before. My nightgown was sticking to me and my reflection in Diane's vanity mirror showed my make-up smeared all over my face. I was told to shower and give my body a once over with a razor and that I better smell nice when I get out. She said that if I can make myself pretty for her again that there could be a repeat of the prior evening. I totally wanted to have sex with her again and would do anything I could to do it. 

I stood in the shower making sure to remove all the make-up and cum from the wild sex, shaved my entire body, washed in her sweat smelling soap and washed my hair with her shampoo and conditioner. When I got out, I towel dried and smeared the perfumed lotion all over my body. I worried that on goers would notice the smell if we went anywhere and began to fear what was happening to me. I walked out of the bathroom in the pink robe again and found some clothes on the bed. Diane appeared from her closet and told me to get dressed in what she said was her most masculine outfit. I dressed in white satin panties with lace edgings, matching camisole, tight black pants, and a white v-neck cashmere sweater. The pants were so tight that my penis seemed to be pushed further between my legs and made my ass stick out. The sweater was so feminine but comfortable. I saw Diane wearing her normal attire; black business suit with skirt, heals, stockings, camisole, blazer, hair in a high ponytail, jewelry, and perfect make-up. I remarked on her beauty with a "wow" in which she replied, "A woman must always look her best ... Rachel." Rachel? Why was she calling me Rachel? My name is Randy. She said that it would be our little secret. She then went to work on my hair, styling, primping and sniped a few "split ends." As she worked on my hair she told me to put on the knee high black stockings and flat Mary Jane shoes. She said the stocking would be more comfortable than socks with those shoes and that that was all she had that would fit me. 

Everything felt nice but I was worried that I was being dressed too girly and that I just wanted my clothes washed and to go back to normal. I didn't dare tell her that though, she looked so in power and in control and I knew how strong she was by how forceful she was the night before. As if reading my mind, she said that we will have to go wash my clothes later but we had to run some errands and that we had to see my mom in hospital. 

As I thought we were done, Diane said how haggard my face looked, that I didn't sleep well and that she might have been a little too rough with me in bed. She went on to recommend a little make-up to hide my crow's feet, flushed skin and tired eyes. I tried to argue on this but she said to trust her and that it would turn her on a little. Excited by her wanting me again, I let her work her magic on my face telling her to be subtle. She sat me at her vanity and began my transformation. I watch as my face was once again feminized to somewhat match hers in a professional female appearance; it was not subtle at all. She gasped at the final product telling me how pretty I was and how wet she was getting. She then had an idea and told me to sit still. She pulled out my little studs from my already pierced ears and put in some pearl studs, followed by a pearl necklace, matching bracelet and a small gold watch. As I tried to protest on the female jewelry, she reached up and rubbed me between my legs telling me how I want to look beautiful for her and my injured mother in the hospital. 




New Beginnings



I looked down at my completely feminized body and her hand between my legs, and then watched as she pinched my nipples through the sweater and camisole saying that I am hers as longs as I am in her house and that she is so turned on by my beauty. I blushed and put up no fight, only sat there and moaned. She then kissed me on the lips, combining our matching lipstick and told me to just go with it for now and let her have her fun and that I would enjoy the benefits later tonight as she fucked my brains out again. She then sprayed some perfume on my neck, fixed my lipstick, handed me a small clutch bag and told me to get in the car. As we went to leave, we saw that it was still raining and handed me a long fur lined black wool coat and said to button up. With the coat buttoned up it looked like a dress, with the way it went in like a corset on the waist and belled out like a dress on the bottom. 

We hurried to the car and proceeded to run all of her errands. She still had to run my mom's business while she was away and did some shopping for herself. We stopped at some women's store at a strip mall and went inside. Diane seemed to know the women that worked there and I heard them talk while I looked at all of the untouchables inside. I heard some comment about me followed by some chatter. Diane bought a few things while she told me to try on some clothes, all things I would never wear. I tried on some more women's pants, sweaters, shirts, blouses, skirts, dresses and a corset. I was mortified at what Diane and the other women had me try on, then making me show them how it fit and exposing my feminine under garments. They went on to make me try on some more panties, camisoles, garter belts, bustiers, stockings, teddies, baby-doll nightys, nightgowns, corsets and even bras. Everything felt alien to me and forbidden. I never thought in a million years I would be trying on lingerie with my mom's friend. The last thing I tried on was a corset with garters, black stockings, black satin and lace thong panties and a bra with small padding in the cups for make-shift breast. 

Diane came into the dressing room and rubbed her hands all over my body asking me how I felt, telling me I looked wonderful and to leave on what I was wearing and put back on the trousers, sweater and shoes I was wearing. Diane scooped up what I had warn in there and put my panties, camisole and knee high stocking in my purse. As we were paying for everything, the sales women complimented me on my appearance and hoped that I enjoyed my purchases. As we left with several bags I only then noticed that it looked like a now had breast, in which Diane told me to just go with it and that it would be better to appear a girl rather that and boy in women's clothes. I couldn't argue with her on that. Diane remarked on how the thong didn't show any visible panty line and the corset gave me a better figure and pasture. She then reached out and popped my garters through the pants saying that you could almost see them through the pants and maybe a skirt would have been better with the stockings. I was so embarrassed that I just stared at the ground again. 

We went and ate a light lunch and then drove to the hospital to see my mother. I was so scared at what she was going to say about what I was wearing. When we got there, Diane told the nurse at the counter that my mom's secretary and daughter were there to see her, and got the okay to go in. I was so shocked that she referred to me as a girl again. As we walked in, my mother put her hands to her mouth and starred in shock. She screamed and told me how beautiful I looked. Diane went on to tell her about the slumber party and make-over and how my clothes got ruined, so "when in Rome" she said. They sat and laughed, then my mom went on to ask me what all I was wearing. Diane told her, even telling her that I had just got new lingerie from their favorite clothing store. My mom went on to say how jealous she was of me and how pretty I was, and that she never thought that she could have such a gorgeous son, then welcomed me in as her daughter and to women hood. I told her I was only wearing all this for Diane until my clothes were clean. That seemed to disappoint her and Diane to some extent. They both went on to tell me that I should enjoy the experience and that there are so many things to endure and try when it comes to being a girl. They made some stereotypical comment about boys drool and girls rule. It seemed to make my mother happy to see me so feminine and I wanted her to be happy and decided to let it go and take their advice. I mean after all, the clothing was very comfortable (except the corset) and I guess all men do wonder why women wear such things. 

We sat and had a nice visit. My mother and Diane kept making comments about what I was wearing and how I looked. My mother would fix my lipstick, say how pretty I also smelled, pointed out the garters through the pants (like Diane had done), recommend some other clothing choices, played with my hair and said that I should also get a manicure. After a couple hours, my mom's pain killers kicked in and we told her we would see her later. As we were leaving, Diane encouraged me to also get a manicure, pedicure and haircut following the "when in Rome" comment again. I went along with her and figured it couldn't get any worse now. We drove down to a boutique/beauty parlor and both got signed up for the works. I was told to go and take off my shoes and stockings and have a seat next to Diane. All of the workers seemed to be of Asian heritage and were very nice, not ever pointing out or noticing that I was a guy. I first had my hair washed, colored, cut and styled. Then my finger nails were stripped of their polish, French nail tips attached and then again painted a deep shiny red. My toe nails were painted a matching color after my feet were primped and polished. I felt like royalty with all these ladies working away on me and plus my expensive lingerie being felt against my skin. They then waxed my eyebrows into even more feminine arches. I was also taken back when they asked if I wanted my bikini line waxed in which I replied no. Diane replied, "The girl is as smooth as a baby down there, her boyfriend loves it."Everyone laughed and I blushed again and even giggled a little. After we were all done, and I waited for my nails to dry, Diane went to the car and got a package from our previous purchases. She came back with a shoe box with some black patent 4 inch open toed high heels in my size and put them on my feet. She told me that a proper lady wears high heels and loves to show off her pretty polished nails. I had to admit I felt and looked beautiful. My hair was now a burgundy color and styled in a 1950 Betty Page look, complete with curls and bangs. I couldn't even recognize myself in the mirror. My body had an hour glass figure and my fingers nails were long and made my hands look slender and feminine. 

Diane escorted me to the Ladies room with a bag in her arms, and helped me change into yet another outfit. She locked the door and told me to strip down to my corset. I did as I was commanded, then she pulled out several articles of clothes and helped me into them. First she pulled up a pair of padded panties and a big butt and hips that also seemed to push everything else in such as my cock deep between my legs giving me a very feminine crotch. She then helped me into a fresh pair of beige seamed stockings, being careful to make sure the seams were straight in the back. The next item was a box filled with breast forms and a bottle of glue. Diane smeared the glue on the breast forms then attached them to my chest one at a time, telling me I was going to be a D size breast girl. As I held them in place to dry, it looked like I was feeling myself up with my new huge breasts. I could immediately feel the weight on my chest and in my back. Diane helped me into my first black lace bullet bra to help support my new breast. It took some of the strain away and looked great. Next Diane tightened my corset even more giving my waist even more of an hour glass figure. I was then given a thigh length black lace trimmed silk slip that seemed to give me cleavage and feel amazing on my skin. Then I was put into a black Erica Wool Gabardine skirt, red shinny satin Portrait Collar blouse with the top lace of my slip exposed and the black patent 4 inch open toed heels. All this combined with my pearls, hair, make-up and nails and I was a bombshell. Just before we were done, Diane fixed my make-up and applied a deep red lipstick and more perfume. We kissed each other; she slapped my ass calling me her sexy bitch, grabbed our stuff and headed out. We walked out of the bathroom and all the girls whistled and cat called. It was so fun and exciting to feel so beautiful and glamorous. I felt like I was walking on air (except for the trouble of walking in heels). Diane paid for everything, and we both thanked everyone and left. 

As we drove down to my mom's office, I thought how funny it was that twenty four hours ago I was a skinny long haired punk, and now I was a beautiful classy looking woman all thanks to Diane. She rubbed my stocking covered thighs as she drove, kept telling me how hot I was and she couldn't wait to get me home. I just sat there and blushed. I did thank her for everything and told her how great I felt and that I was very thankful for her hospitality and guidance. She told me that I made a very beautiful woman and that I was her girl and wished that that week would never end. I was so happy at that moment. 

At my mom's office, we went in and Diane told me to sit at her desk while she went in to my mom's office to handle a few things and told me to answer the phone if it rang. I had seen Diane at work before and spoke to her on the phone many times that I knew the greeting by heart to say if someone called. Before she left she whispered in my ear to talk in a female voice as I didn't want to attract attention as a transvestite. That worried me and I worked on a very convincing voice as I waited. Sitting at a secretary's desk dressed as I was made me feel even more in the world of women. 

Some people would walk by and smile and I would smile back. I ended up answering the phone a few times, telling them of my mother condition (referring to her as her proper name) and even took messages. I would smile when then person on the other end would call me "ma'am" or "miss," it confirmed that my girly voice was working and I was passing as a girl over the phone; I bet I could pass for real. Then the thought hit me, why would I want to pass as a woman? Did I secretly enjoy my forced transformation into womanhood? Did I now want to be a woman? Of course not, I just having fun, I shouldn't let this stuff get to my head. Just go along with the ride until I could get back to my bachelor pad, I.T. job and men's clothes and habits. 

Diane came out and said that sense I had experience with computers, if I would type up a few things for her to help her catch up on her work. It was only a few letters and e-mails. After awhile, Diane kept bringing me more work to do, filing, get her coffee, more typing, answering calls, making copies and delivering things to other people within the firm. I was now Diane's secretary. It was a complete role reversal, I was a now a submissive female worker and she was the powerful boss, even if only temporary. I then answered the phone to hear my mom on the other end. I said, "Thank you for calling Mrs. Swanson's desk, this is Rachel, how may I help you?" She replied back with, "Well Rachel, are you being a good girl and helping Diane catch up on her work?" I told her I was and that I was happy to help them out seeing that she was out of work because of her leg. She told me that even though she was in the hospital that she had a business to run and that it couldn't fall apart because she got hurt. I told her I didn't mind helping until she got better and that I did have the week off. That was my biggest mistake I could have made. I had just signed my life away and didn't even know it. 

After finishing many hours later, Diane took me out to eat at a nice restaurant complete with lots of white wine and sexually suggestive conversation. She kept telling me how good I looked and what she was going to do to me in bed to show her appreciation for helping her at work. After we left and were in the car, she could not keep her hands off of me. The entire drive home, she would rub my thighs and reach up my skirt and rub my smooth satiny crotch. As soon as we got to her townhouse, we began kissing, stripping, rubbing and slowly making our way to the bed. I made the effort to make sure none of my new clothes were damaged as they were taken off. She stripped me down to my bra, corset and stockings, then laid me down and tied me to her bed. This time she took her panties off, stuck them in my mouth and duct taped my mouth shut. She then took a silk scarf and tied it around my head, blindfolding me. I was completely bound to her bed and at her mercy. I could feel her sucking my dick again, but while she did I could also feel her grease up my ass hole with what felt like lube. This scared me and I think she could tell as she comforted me and told me that everything was going to be okay, and that this time she was going to make me into a real woman. I then felt the extreme pressure of something being force into my ass. She just kept telling me to relax and let it happen. I tried to relax but it hurt so bad and a cried out into my panty gag. After the pressure stopped, I could still feel the object still inside me, then all of the sudden start to vibrate extremely fast. All I could is moan in pain and in pleasure. Diane told me that every girl's first time hurts but that it gets better. I then felt her mount my dick and ride me ever harder than the night before. She would ask me things like "Are you my little bitch?", and if I didn't reply with or nod yes I got slapped in the mouth and face. Tears streamed down my face, then she asked me, "Am I your mistress, do I control your pansy ass?" then slapped me until I moaned yes. The combination of her slapping me, the dildo in my ass and her fucking me sent me over the deep end. I came harder than I had ever come before, and it just seemed to keep pumping out of me as she rode me even harder and faster. 

As I came and she rode, she started fucking my ass, pumping the dildo in and out of my ass as it vibrated. I finally felt her tense up, grab my throat and choke as she came all over my crotch. I was so drained that I felt like I could sleep a hundred years. I then felt her get up, remove my gag, mount my face and told me to suck and lick our girly juices from her. I ate her out swallowing everything, thinking that I might drown as she rode my face. I pulled on my restraints, moaning, licking, sucking and cleaned out her vagina like a humming bird to a flower. I felt her tense up again and cum all over my face, which I also licked up and swallowed. Diane then got up, reapplied my panty gag with fresh duct tape and I heard her start the shower and close the door to the bathroom, leaving me tied to the bed gagged and covered in our juices. As I laid there while Diane showered, I first thought it bad that I was in that situation, but then thought how amazing the sex was and that I had never had such great sex before. At that moment I knew that I was officially pussy whipped. I hadn't had sex in awhile and when I did it was nothing like it was with Diane. Despite having to dress in women's clothes and lingerie, I thought I wouldn't mind getting use to it. 

I heard the door open but the shower still running. Diane then untied me, removed the blindfold, stripped me naked but left the gag to talk to me. 

"I'm leaving you gagged so that I can talk uninterrupted. I want you to know that I love your company and spending time with you. I love that you have become so feminine for me and I will continue to reward you as long as you do and as long as you are here. I meant what I said when I told you that you now belong to me, and I could get use to this with you. We could have so many more adventures and I have many more things to show you if you commit to me. If you do, then shake your head yes, I will remove your gag but say nothing and simply kiss my pussy sealing the deal."

I began to think about as she then began to jack me off. Every man knows that you will do anything as long as a woman does that to you. So, I shook my head yes, she removed the tape and gag and I bent over and kissed her pussy, tasting her sweat smelling perfume. She then pulled my face to hers and kissed my deeply on the lips. She finally pulled the dildo out of my ass with a "plop," and sent me to the shower with another strong slap on my ass. I knew that my fate was sealed to hers. After I showered as I had done that morning, I was dressed in silk 1950s style panties, matching nightgown and little make-up, after which we fell fast asleep in each other's arms. 

The next morning, I was dressed in Diane's secretary work clothes and sent to work with her. With the padded panties, corset and breast forms plus speaking in a female voice, no one at the office blinked an eye at me being the temporary girl for my mother while she was away. The rest of the week went the same. I was feminized the entire time, worked 8 hours a day as Diane's secretary, went to see my mother in the hospital, then would follow it up with great kinky sex and sleep. I became I pro in heels and lingerie. I also mastered doing regular things with long nails. I would go to lunch with the other secretaries at the firm, and obey Diane's orders and wishes. Every now and then my mom would call and check up on me and ask how I was doing, what I was wearing and if I enjoyed it. My voyage into womanhood seemed to be forced by Diane and my mother; mostly it seemed my mother's idea. She didn't know about the sex but I'm sure my feminization was devised by both women. My mother also encouraged me to call Diane, Miss Diane at work as it was more appropriate. She told me again to be on my best behavior and to obey Diane at all cost, and to not get on her bad side as she had a temper. My mom had also stopped calling me by my real name and kept calling me Rachel as everyone else now did. The clothes I had worn there were neglected and got molded and had to be thrown away. I knew I would be driving back home dressed as Rachel. 

At the end of the week, my mother was released and sent home. My mom, Diane and I all went to my mother's house and helped her settle in. Cleaners had come in while she was gone and cleaned up the house, re-carpeted everywhere and there were no signs of the accident. Diane told me to run my mom a bath, remake her bed and prepare her some food. As my mom was in the bath, and after I changed the sheets on her bed, Diane told me to hurry up as I was taking too long and the food better be ready when my mom got out of the bath and to serve it to her in bed. I hurried to put the old sheets in the wash and start on the food, but my mom still finished before I could prepare the food. While my mother was dressing and getting into bed, Diane came to me, told me to pull up my skirt and get over her knees. I looked at her in shock, and she just grabbed me by my hair and forced me to do what she said. While I was over her knees, she told me that sense I took too long and didn't follow direction that I would be punished and that I would regret it more next time if I defiled her again. She then wore my ass out with a thin lady's belt. It hurt so badly and when I went to cry and scream, I felt her panties shoved in my mouth and I was beaten even harder as I was gagged. After she stopped, I pulled her panties out of my mouth and handed them back, pulled my skirt down and collected myself. Diane fixed my make-up and told me she hated to do that but that I must do what she says or I will be punished. She then sent me on my way to finish cooking. I was so dumbstruck at what happed; I had never been spanked like that except when I was a little kid. I knew then never to fuck with Diane and that I was in deeper than I had thought. I thought this was all in fun and some kinky game, but as a massaged my bruised ass I knew things were now different and wondered if they could go back to normal.




New Beginnings



We all ate and chatted and helped my mom get comfortable. She was glad to be home but was still on the pain killers that made her sleep. After getting my mom to bed and I cleaned up the dinner mess, Diane and I went home. At home we proceeded to a kinky suck and fuck fest with me again as the bitch. Sense this was my last night there and I was going home the next day, Diane told me she was sending me back into the world a real woman. Not knowing what she meant, I soon found out. While I was again gagged, blindfolded and bound, Diane greased up my ass again but this time for her huge real feeling strap-on dildo. It looked so real complete with balls and skin. What happened then can only be described as extremely pornographic. She fucked my ass so hard that I actually came without her ever touching my penis. I then ate her for about an hour and cleaned up after her orgasm. As I thought it was all over, she jerked me off once more into her hand and fed me my own cum, then telling me I was a real woman now. We both showered and got ready for bed, but before I had my panties up, she bent me over the bed and inserted a butt plug in my ass telling me to leave it in and that it would remind me of her. 

In the morning, we had wild sex once more, then showered and dressed leaving the butt plug in. My outfit seemed to match Diane's secretary suits again. I thought I was going to be weird to return to my apartment dressed in women's business attire and classic style lingerie with high heels, make-up, nails and hair. What would my neighbors say? I went and said good-bye to my mom. She told that she now wished I could stay longer so she could see me and help out at her firm as she was told to stay home for a couple more weeks. I told her I wish I could help but had to get back to work myself. After I left, Diane drove me back to the hospital where I had left my car all week. To my dismay, my car was gone. Security at the hospital said that they didn't have it towed but it was driven away by someone, whom they thought was the owner. My car was stolen. I then had to go to the police department dressed as a woman but give them all my details admitting that I was indeed male. I sure got a lot of weird looks after that. Some police men would walk past me and smile. Diane just told me not to worry and that she would drive me back home. 

We went back to her house after filing the report for my stolen car. Diane packed a few bags saying that a girl can never be too careful and to always have variety. I loaded up her car and she drove me the 4 hour drive back home. Luckily when we got there it was dark, so I could dart up to my apartment without beings seen in drag. I loaded up Diane's bags to my apartment commenting on heavy they were, and how much things had she brought. She only grinned and told me to mind my business. "A girl never asks and a lady never tells." I began making calls to my work, only to find that I had picked a bad week to take vacation. It seems that in my absence, a few servers went on the fritz and no one knew what to do. It got around to the C.E.O. of the company and he thought he would make an example of me; I was fired for job abandonment. I couldn't believe it, I was now without a job, had rent and bills on the way and spent what little money I had getting to my mother's side. I fell to the floor and cried. Diane once again comforted me and told me it would all be okay. She said that she would get some movers and put what I wanted to keep in storage, and that I could stay with her and help my mom out by being Diane's secretary again. I knew then that I was going to be feminized for a long time. We packed up her car and decided to find a nice hotel to help me cheer up. We go to the hotel before I pulled myself from my depression and realized I had once again not brought any clothes. It seemed that lingerie, dresses, cosmetics and jewelry would dominate my life as Diane was doing. I slept in a pink baby-doll nightgown with matching panties. 

I awoke to Diane making the phone calls to the movers for my things and told me she was taking care of everything. While she was on the phone, she ordered me out of bed, told me to crawl to and then eat her pussy. As I ate her out, she continued her conversation telling them to take everything but the furniture into storage and the rest was theirs. She had made reference to an earlier part of the conversation and said "no, just throw everything in there away." I later found out that she was talking about my closet full of clothes. She held my head in place to her pussy as she organized the demise of my life in that town. She called and closed all of my utilities, called my work and told them to send my last check to her address, and called and canceled my cell phone as well. I must have eaten her for an hour before she came, while she was on the phone with my cell phone provider too. After which, she sent me off the shower and dress in what I found in one particular luggage case. After we were dressed and ate room service, Diane gave me a couple of vitamins and told me that I was going to be healthier and happier in her care. I loaded up her car and we kissed that place good-bye. I said good-bye to my old life, my friends, my work, any girls I liked and my independence and freedom, and then I wept.

My mother was sad for my bad news but tried to cheer me up by saying we could spend some more time together and that things will get better for me. She kept calling me Rachel and a girl or young lady. I think that she thinks that I want to be a woman, when it was Diane that forced me into lingerie and other pretty things. Along the ride home, we stopped at a couple XXX shops, and Diane would buy some things and say that it was to help me cheer up. We passed through another town and stopped for food, only to be hit on by some red necks, which one of whom pinched my ass and laughed. We finally made it back and went to my mom's first. She comforted me and also gave me what she called a clothing allowance. She said that if I'm to help at her office, I better look my best and gave me a card to a women's clothing store she wanted me to go get all my work clothes from. She said that they will be expecting me the next day and that they will take care of everything. Diane said that she would take me shopping for more lingerie and everyday clothes as well, plus some things she said I would only wear around the house. My mom and Diane went on to plan out my life while in their power. I would live with Diane and be her personal assistant, secretary and live in girlfriend it seemed. My mother would be taking some much deserved time off and Diane would be filling her place, and I would be taking Diane's place. 

After leaving my mom's, we went back to Diane's where I unloaded her car again and put away all of "our" clothes. Diane told me to go into her bathroom and change into the outfit on the back of the door for this evening. On the back of the bathroom door I found in horror a French maids outfit, complete with matching lingerie, petticoats, corset, stocking, heels, collar, lace arm gloves and maids cap. Everything was black and white, satin and lace. After I dressed, Miss Diane inspected my outfit, and I heard a couple of clicks. She had small pad locks and had locked the zipper of the dress to the collar of the dress, a locking collar, locking leather wrest cuffs, the high heels locked, then proceeded to lock me into a chastity belt. I was then gagged with a newly purchased ball gag that also locked. Diane then attached a long chain throughout the collar, cuffs, and ankles on the heels and locked it into place. It made me very restricted to movement and almost hobbling me. I could do simple tasks but would make it very hard to get away. Diane then gave me my orders and welcomed me to my new life, I would be forcibly feminized everyday by her and my mother, work and live as a woman and be submissive to all women, mostly her. I now belong to her forever and I would be her secretary, live in maid and personal whore. She told me how she had devised the entire thing as she had wanted me for a long time, but I was always such an asshole to her and other women, now I would know what it felt like. 

Epilogue

I now live with Miss Diane full time and have for two years now. I am impotent from the mass amounts of female hormones and have developed a very feminine body. You can consider me a pre-op transsexual. Diane and I have been married as a lesbian couple and my mother is very happy for us. I also plan to start a line of women's clothes for men (Diane's idea) to show how beautiful women's clothing is and how great it is to be a woman. I have already had some cosmetic surgery to my face to make me look 100% female even without makeup. The only thing that shows I use to be male is my now small and flaccid penis. The hormones made my skin softer, breast grow to C cups (which I had implants to make them Ds), ass and hips grow proportionately to my breast. My waist was cinched in corsets so long that I have a perfect hour glass figure. I have quit being a secretary and have moved on to pursue new dreams as a woman. Along with the clothing line, I have done some modeling for some clothing websites and try to stay busy and positive. I still take care of Diane but we have a real relationship now and have moved passed the bondage, but to it sometimes return during sex. I never thought I would be happy as a woman, but I don't know if I was ever happy as a man. Now that I am happy, I'm glad it's in a world of lace, satin and the other pretty things of womanhood. Hear me roar!



New Beginnings



Susan and Mike were laying in their bed, lights down low, he was holding to the back of her head as she eagerly sucked on his half hard cock.

Mike had been having sexual problems for the last six months or so. Couldn't get hard enough to fuck his horny wife. She could get a load of cum every so often by blowing him, but that's not the way she wanted it. Sue liked it deep into her hot pussy. Sucking a hard cock had always turned her on, getting her ready for a stiff prick plowing its way into her always willing cunt. Lately Mike always got her off by licking her sloppy pussy but she preferred a cock fucking her. 

Sue was 58 years old, 5'8", short light brown hair, slightly heavy(not fat), 38-D, A lot to love. Mike 62 years, 6'1", receding gray hair, 44 inch waist. The have been married for ten years, both for the second time. Each had a son and daughter from ex partners. Now happily married and gone on their own.

They had an active sex life together, up to the last few months. Enjoying all the variations in their love making that two people can have. Both liked telling and hearing erotic stories of their sexual couplings with previous partners, married and single. Neither ever strayed on their spouses but both had several adventurers before and between marriages. 

Mike's favorite tales of Sue's was of her sucking various cocks and how much she loved the feel and taste of fresh cum. With visions of her blowing another man in his mind. He was saying lustfully to her. "Suck his hard cock. Suck Mark's cock. Suck him, (Mark was an old friend of hers)" The more he thought of her sucking another man the harder he got and soon gratefully spewed his cum to her waiting mouth.

"Thank you darling, That was great." He murmured and moved her up to kiss her lips, still dripping with his sperm. 

"OK, love. You liked that didn't you?"

"Yes. You know I love you, don't you?"

"That turns you on, doesn't it? You thinking of me sucking somebody else's stiff cock? 

"Yea, I guess it does." He said quietly as he cuddled with her. "Just a small fantasy of mine. I would love to watch you suck another mans stiff cock."

"Would you really like that? You really want to see me suck somebody else?"

"Well, I don't know." Mike hesitated a bit. "YES, I really would. I'd love to watch you suck a strange cock, watch you swallow some cum and then maybe get fucked by another man."

"MIKE! You realize what your saying? You would want to watch me screw another man? Your out of your mind for thinking of that." 

"I know it's a bit strange. But with the problem I'm having getting hard for you I thought you might enjoy getting some good hard cock in you." He explained as he hugged her tight. "I wouldn't mind, as long as I knew about it."

"Your strange." Susan said as she kissed him. "Goodnight!" 

Mike left for work after a silent breakfast. Just a kiss bye at the door. 

Sue finished her coffee and called her next door neighbor. "Hi Jean, got a few minuets? I have some thing on my mind I need to clear up. Fine, I'll be right over." . 

"Come on in, the doors open." Jean called when Sue rang the bell. "Get some coffee, I'll be right there." Moments later Jean entered the kitchen drying her hair, wearing a thin robe. "Hi sweets, what's the problem?"

"Morning. Same old problem we women always have! MEN!" Sue laughed. "You'll never guess what that fool husband of mine suggested now?"

"Shit. He's a man. Something strange I bet. What?" 

"Well. You remember I told you about his sexual problem. About not getting hard enough to satisfy me." Sue said. "It's all about that."

"He have a solution for that?"

"Yea, he suggested I get a lover. Can you beat that for a weird idea?"

"Nothing wrong with that. We girls need a hard cock once in a while."Jean replied. "You gonna get one?" 

"No. Don't be silly. I couldn't do that. What would you do?"

"Go for it. I did. Harry has the same thing wrong. Weak cock. Can't keep it up, so I visit a friend about once a week for some great sex."

"What? You meet a man every week and get laid?" A shocked Sue asked. "Your kidding me?

"Sure I do and he's great fuckin. I have his number and I'll bet he has a friend. Want me to give him a call and set up a date?"

"Nooo! Don't be silly! Why would I want to do that? Mike was just teasing me. At least I think he was." "You sure he was teasing? What else did he say?" Jean asked as she slid her chair closer.

"He even said that he wanted to watch me while I suck some mans hard cock." 

"Sounds like fun. You want to get a lover? I can call my friend?"

"Your not any help. I need some advice. What can I do?" 

"What you should do is ask if he is really serious and actually wants you to find a lover." Jean told her. "If he says yes call me and I'll set up a date with my friend for both of us." 

"OK. I'll ask but I bet he'll say he was joking." Sue replied.

Susan spent the day thinking. Could she really fuck another man. Would she enjoy sucking a different cock. Would be nice wouldn't it, a lot of fun. I would enjoy it. OK, I will if he says yes. 

Not much was discussed at supper that evening, just a few pleasant exchanges. Sue finished the dishes then went in and sat on the couch next to her husband.

"Mike?"

"Yes, hun?"

"A question?"

"Yea."

"What you said last night? About having another man fuck me?" She hesitated. "Were you serious? You really would let me fuck with somebody else?" 

After clearing his throat and hesitating a bit, Mike quietly said. "Yes. Yes I would. I would love to watch you with another guy. Watch you suck him and take a nice hard cock in your pussy. I know it sounds strange but it's my fondest fantasy." He leaned over and took her in his arms and kissed her. 

"I think I will. If you really want me to."

"Please, I want you to find a lover. Some guy with a nice cock to satisfy you. Only I have to know about what you do. You have to tell me everything." Mike said as he knelt between her legs, raised her skirt and pressed his face to her panty covered pussy.

Sue's pussy was already soaking wet. Just the thought of what she was going to do got her juices flowing. Her husband pulled aside her panties and licked at her hairy cunt. She was already on edge and his muff diving quickly brought her to a nice climax. 

As she laid back recovering from her orgasm she picked up the phone. "Hello Jean? When can we have that date? Mike says he really does want me to find some man to fuck me." She said with excitement. 

"Your going out with Jean? That's good, she has a lover too. She screws with him almost every weekend." 

"You know about that? How? How do you know that?"

"Harry told me. That's where I got the idea for you. She has his permission too. Now I can tell him about you getting some cock too."

"Both you men are weird but I think I like it. Know better after my first date."

Sue anxiously rode with Jean to the tavern where they were to meet her friend. Not knowing for sure if she could go through with this. Meeting a strange man strictly for some fucking. She dressed as sexy as possible. Short flaring skirt, thin button up blouse, medium black heels. At Jean's advice she left off underwear, no bra or panties. Jean was dressed the same. "For easy access." She said.

The tavern was a quiet place on a side street. Bar on one side, tables for two or four scattered one the other and several discrete booths in back. About twenty patrons scattered around conversing and drinking. As they entered two nicely groomed men rose to greet them. 

Tall, both looked to be in their forties. One kissed Jean on the lips. "Hi baby, meet Walt and this must be Sue." He said to her. "I'm Sam. Welcome to our den of iniquity." 

Sam stood 6', dark hair, well dressed in slacks and sport coat. Nice build and pleasing face. Walt was just a bit shorter, bald, and very handsome. Dressed similarly. A hug and kisses were exchanged then Sam led to one of the booths. Sue noticed that Sam's hand was caressing Jeans ass as they walked back to a dark corner. "More private back here." He said smiling at her. 

Sipping their first drinks and getting acquainted they chatted about many things. Sue saw that Sam had unbuttoned Jean's blouse, opened it, exposed her tits and was caressing them. Blushing she looked away. Walt laughed at her discomfort. "Don't bother with them, they like to show off."

"I'm sorry Sue whispered. This is all new to me. My first date in a long time."

"Don't worry, your safe with me. As safe as you want to be."Walt reassured her. "I noticed your rings. Are you married?"

"Yes. Do you mind? I'm an older married woman."

"No problem. Does your husband know your out like this?"

"Yes he knows. I have his permission to have some fun." "The same as Jean does? He asked. "Anything you want?" 

"Anything I want, but I'll need a few more drinks first." Sue replied as she moved closer to him placing her hand high on his thigh. "This is my first time to fuck around on my husband."

Walt raised his hand to the waitress signaling for another round of drinks.

Several drinks later Sue announced. "Enough liquid courage, let's do it. Jean you ready?" By this time her tits were also on display covered with several love bites and her hand was holding Walt's hard, stiff cock in her hand slowly jacking him.

Sam had an apartment just around the corner. Entering the front room the two couples shed their few remaining clothes. Naked Sam sat in a chair as Jean knelt and began sucking his cock. Sue led her soon to be lover to the couch, laid back, spread her legs and grasping the first new hard cock in years, guided it to her waiting hungry cunt.

"Ooh." She cried as his shaft sunk into her. "Give me your cock. That's what my pussy needs. A hard cock fucking me." Sue climaxed almost at once, it had been so long time without a hard cock in her. "Don't stop." She begged. "Fuck me good."

Walt was amazed at the exuberance of her. This was the greatest piece of ass he ever had. He knew that he wanted more of this horny woman. 

Jean and Sam meanwhile had moved. He was kneeling on the floor behind her, fucking her dog style. Both were watching the hot display across from them as Walt lustfully screwed Sue. 

Sue was having climaxes so close together from the pounding of Walt's thrusting prick, that they seemed like just one big orgasm. With a final lunge he filled her cunt with his boiling cum.

Rolling off her Walt sat up to catch his breath. Jean eyeing his dwindling cock glistening with their mixed juices crawled over and sucked his shaft into her mouth, cleaning it off. Finished with him she moved to Sue, who was laying back exhausted, her cunt over flowing with fresh cum. Jean began licking all Walt's cum from her well used pussy. 

As they sat around resting still naked. Sue noticed Sam's cock getting hard again. Reaching for him she held his shaft to her lips and began to suck it. 

"Look at her! She wants more cock." Jean exclaimed. "Sam fuck her!"

Pushing Sam back on the floor Sue climbed over him and lowered her body to meet his rising cock. Giving a long sigh as her pussy covered his prick Sue began to fuck again. 

Not wanting to be left out Jean laid down and beckoned Walt to join her. Her pussy was soaked, filled with Sam's spunk. He slid easily into her waiting cunt. 

On the way home Sue remarked. "I guess I now have a sexy story to tell Mike. He'll love it when I tell him that I had two men fuck me. Will you tell Harry?"

"Oh hell yes. He will eat my pussy while I tell him and then want a blow job. What he'll like most is when I tell him that we switched partners and had two different men fuck us. Go crazy over that, especially when he and Mike get together and talk.

Mike was waiting for her as Sue entered their bedroom. The light was on and he was laying naked on their bed, his cock in his hand. 

"Hi hun. You OK? Have a good time?"

Sue stood at the bed side. Her hair was a mess, her blouse unbuttoned. She had the smile on her face of a well satisfied freshly fucked woman. Slowly she removed her blouse showing the bites and bruises all over her tits. Dropping her skirt he could see the cum slowly running down her legs.

"You look well fucked." He happily exclaimed. "Come here and tell me about your evening."

"Do you really want to know? Want me to say how much fuckin fun I had?" Sue teased as she climbed in bed next to him. 

"Yes. Please tell. I want to hear about everything that happened to you tonight."

"OK. But you have to eat my sloppy, wet pussy while I tell you."

Eagerly mike spread his wife's legs, gazed briefly at her wet cunt and dove in licking greedily at her. As she began her tale of debauchery. 

As she finished with her exploits Mike raised up over her an plunged his throbbing, hard cock to her. Her story had turned him on so much that he had a raging stiff cock. Only fucking for a few minuets until spurting cum to her well used pussy. 

Falling asleep in each others arms they both dreamed of sex.



New Beginnings



A knock sounded at the door just as Brenda was heading to the living room to fold laundry. She changed direction and looked through the peep-hole. A girl that looked to be about ten years old stood on her porch. Probably a girl scout or something kind of like it. Brenda swung the door open.

"Can I come in?" The girl's dark eyes were sad. It was the first thing Brenda noticed.

"Where are your parents?" Brenda offered a smile.

"My mom died. My dad didn't want me, so my uncle is raising me. It's awfully cold. Can I come in please?"

Brenda's heart skipped and then beat double. The poor child. Slightly uncomfortable, Brenda ushered the girl in.

"Where's your uncle then?"

"I ran away. He'll know where to find me."

"What's your name sweetie?"

"Marie. What's yours?"

"Brenda. It's very nice to meet you. Mind telling me why he'll know where to find you?"

"Do you have any milk, or maybe cookies? Is the cookie jar still on the island?" Marie took off for the kitchen. The girl knew exactly where it was.

"Marie, don't run in the house, please. Where's your uncle? Do you know his number?" Brenda was concerned. What if the uncle didn't know where to find his young charge?

"He's just uptown, Christmas shopping. He told me to wait at the register for him, but I left when no one was looking. No cookie jar?"

"No, but I do have milk. Hang on." Brenda found herself roped in by the little girl's chatter.

After handing Marie her cow juice, Brenda asked, "How is it you know about this house?"

"I used to live here."

"Oh."

The females eyed each other, and Marie climbed up on the stool in front of the island, adjusting her cup of milk.

"I'm glad someone lives here again. I come here sometimes, just to look at it. My dog, Barley is buried in the backyard under that big rock. I miss him." Marie's eyes clouded again.

"I had a dog once. Her name was Bells. I got her for Christmas, and I miss her still." Brenda couldn't believe it. She was having a conversation about dead dogs with a little orphan girl.

"Can I come visit you? You seem nice."

"We'll see, Marie."

"When parents say 'we'll see' it means the answer is no. It always does."

"I...You know, I think you're right." Brenda sighed in relief as the doorbell rang. "I bet that's your uncle."

Marie hopped off the stool and took off as Brenda headed towards the front door. She swung it wide without looking through the peephole, and the man standing there, rubbing his hands together was nothing like what she expected.

"I'm so sorry, but I am looking for my niece, Marie. Would she happen to be here?"

"Yes, she is. I'm Brenda. Come on in."

The man extended his hand. "I'm Roarke."

Brenda felt a tingle as they touched. His hand was big and strong, much like the rest of him. Roarke's leather coat barely contained his muscular form, and his jeans were well worn and molded to his lower body perfectly. She released his hand, suddenly self-conscious of her holey jeans and sweatshirt.

"She's in the kitchen drinking milk. Poor thing."

"Marie told you her life story already? That's fast, even for her." Roarke laughed.

The kitchen was bare. 

"Now where did she go?"

Roarke sighed. "Probably up to her old bedroom."

The pair walked up the staircase, and they came to a stop in front of the door that was closed. 

"This past year has been really hard on her. She comes here as often as she can. I don't know if she thinks if she comes here things will be different...but I appreciate you letting her in. It's nice to see someone lives here, and that you're taking care of the place."

Brenda felt the urge to blush at the compliment. How silly.

"What's the connection to the house?"

"My sister and her husband lived here. Once she died, the bills were too much and it went into foreclosure. That's when my father bought it back. This is where I grew up also. My dad would have helped them keep it, but by the time any of us knew the finances were that bad, it was too late."

"So... Richard is your father?" Her landlord.

"Yep, that's him. I hope he's treating you well." Roarke laughed.

"Oh yes, he's a wonderful man. Wow. What a small world."

"It is. Let me get my niece. I was taking her to buy some things for her grandparents when she took off on me."

"Marie said you raise her. That's a noble thing to do." Brenda laid a hand on his forearm.

"Oh, no. My parents have custody. I just take her a couple times a week to give them a break. I think she would rather live with me since my parents are 'so old', as she says." 

"Ah. I see. Well it sounds like her world has been turned upside down."

"It's been tough, for all of us." A shadow of sadness crept behind his eyes.

Brenda grabbed the doorknob and swung the door open. Marie was sitting on the window seat in what was now Brenda's craft room/library. The fact it had been the little girl's room explained the ballet shoe border that had been up when she first moved in.

"Marie, I was so worried." Roarke stooped down and laid his hand on her shoulder.

"You knew where I'd be."

"Yes, but the part with you walking here doesn't seem completely safe. You've got to stop running off."

"I just wish I could still live here." Her voice was tiny, and it broke Brenda's heart.

Roarke sighed. It was a battle that was waged at least a handful of times a week, either with him or his parents. Suddenly Brenda crouched down next to him, the scent of vanilla washing over his senses. He glanced at her, saw the tears in her deep hazel eyes, and knew she was a goner. 

"Marie, I don't mind if you come visit me sometimes. But on one condition. Your uncle or your grandparents have to bring you. No more of this running off business....it's not safe. Is it a deal?"

Roarke was impressed. He didn't want to encourage Marie in thinking this house was her reason for being...but if she was coming to visit Brenda, maybe her focus would change. And Brenda seemed like a nice lady. He didn't think he would have to worry about Marie in her care.

"It's a deal. Will you have cookies next time?"

Brenda laughed, a delightful sound that made Roarke smile. "Of course I will."

The adults stood and Marie wiped her eyes. On the way down the stairs Brenda gave Roarke her phone number. 

"Just call and make sure I'm here and you can come right on over."

"Thank you Brenda." Marie impulsively threw her arms around Brenda's waist.

Brenda reached and patted her back, giving Marie a small squeeze.

"Thank you for looking after her. We'll be in touch." Roarke shot her a grin that went straight to her toes.

After uncle and niece were ensconced in his car, Brenda slumped against the wall. That poor little girl...and the poor man. He must have loved his sister very much. Brenda thought of Marie, requesting cookies. For some reason, she knew she better get on the ball, because now that Marie had an open invite, she doubted anything would stop her.

A few days later, Brenda hit the mall for a Christmas shopping frenzy. The beginning of December had crept up on her, and she wasn't prepared. An idea struck her, and she headed into the housewares section. After searching for a few minutes, a cookie jar that was a cow dressed as a gypsy jumped out at her. Brenda laughed in delight and added it to her arms that were growing heavy with packages.

By six o'clock that night, Brenda had eighty percent of her Christmas shopping done. It was dark, it was cold, and she was starving. The task of unloading her car seemed never ending, and when she pulled up to her house a strange car was parked in front of it. Then it hit her- it was Roarke's car. She came to a stop and dug her cell phone out, and she had missed a few calls. 

Brenda dialed his number and when he answered, she said, "Make ya a deal. You guys can come in if you help carry stuff."

His deep laugh came through the receiver and caused her to shiver. That man was a hundred percent sex appeal.

Marie came bopping over to the passenger side as Brenda climbed out.

"We tried to call, and then I talked Uncle Ro into coming here anyway. He said we'd wait for five minutes then leave cuz we aren't stalkers. It had been four minutes- we almost missed you!" 

"Well that was good timing then, wasn't it?" Brenda shut her door and popped the trunk.

"Did you buy the entire mall? I'm going to strain my back, carrying all of this." Roarke appeared with a devilish grin on his face.

"If you do, I'll make you a cake." Brenda laughed as they all loaded up their arms. It did take two trips, but it was better than her making seven by herself.

"Brenda, your decorations are beautiful! But where is your tree?"

"I didn't get to it yet. You two wouldn't want to help, would you?"

"Yes! We do!" Marie did a little jig around the living room.

"I need to eat first. I am starving." Brenda laughed at the little girl's enthusiasm.

"We haven't eaten either. Want to order a pizza? My treat." Roarke already had his phone in hand.

"Sounds great. I don't care what toppings. I'll eat everything." Brenda smiled, and headed into the kitchen.

After ensuring she had plenty of beverages, she dug through the bags and called Marie over.

"This is sort of for you. I thought you might want to have the honors." Brenda offered the bag containing the cookie jar.

Marie took the box out of the bag, and opened the tab. Brenda warned her to be careful, and the girl slid the jar out of the box slowly.

"Brenda! She is too cute!" Marie laughed with delight.

"I don't want you to come and be disappointed because there aren't any cookies. Let me wash it up and I think there might be some cookies floating around in one of these bags." Brenda laughed and headed for the sink.

Marie disappeared into the living room, looking for the treats, and Roarke appeared behind Brenda.

"That's a very sweet thing you did, buying that."

Brenda looked over her shoulder. "I needed one anyway."

Roarke laid his hand on her arm, squeezing gently. "I appreciate it. It's been a while since her life has been normal. I'm sorry we burst in on you like this."

"I don't mind. I'm just gonna put you guys to work while you're here." Brenda smiled, her greenish eyes lighting up.

Roarke asked where her tree was stored, and headed off to bring it out of the attic. But before he left, he caught her hand in the act of drying off the cookie jar and brought it to his lips. A thrill ran through Brenda as she felt the warmth of his mouth against her skin. Once he was out of the room, she knew she was in trouble. Only the second time she'd seen the guy and she was officially in lust.

Marie reappeared with the cookies and together they filled the jar.

"Can Gypsy live on the island?" Marie's eyes were serious.

"Is that her name? And of course she can."

"Yeah. Ours always stayed there." The little girl carefully placed the jar on the island.

Brenda saw all the sadness behind everything the little girl was trying to do. She slipped into a stool and patted the seat of the other one, offering Marie to sit down. As she climbed up, her eyes filled with tears and she stared hard at the cookie jar, willing herself not to cry.

"Marie, I know you haven't had it easy lately...and I bet the holidays are extra hard, aren't they?"

Her only answer was a quick nod that jarred a tear loose.

"The one thing you always have to remember is that your mother loved you very much, and you can't stop loving this time of year just because she isn't here. You have to make new memories and make the holidays special in their own way."

Marie turned her head and looked at Brenda, listening.

"I don't know you that well, but I know you like to be at this house because this is where your family happened. This is the house that built you. But when you miss your parents, you don't have to come here. They're inside your heart." Brenda grabbed and held the little girls hand.

"You can still come visit me anytime you want. I'm not telling you that you can't. I'm just trying to give you perspective. I miss the house I grew up in, but all of those warm memories I have, I hold in my heart. And it's enough." 

Marie's face crumpled and she started to cry, launching herself against Brenda's side.

"I miss my mom so much. I miss my dad too, but not as bad. I just wish things were how they were before!" 

"I know...but you can't live for what used to be. You have to make new memories. We'll work on that, together. How does that sound?"

Marie cried for another minute, and then sniffed. She nodded her head and wiped her eyes. Brenda patted her back and stood, getting a glass of milk.

"Have some cookies to hold you over until the pizza gets here."

"Seriously? Cookies are dessert."

"Seriously. At my house, they're an appetizer." Brenda winked and headed into the living room.

She planned on seeing how Roarke was coming with the tree, but as she rounded the corner she was swept up into a strong set of arms. Her eyes flew to his face, and Roarke's eyes were damp.

"Thank you for being so nice to her. No one has ever explained the house to her that way before."

"She's lost. I gave her a map." Brenda smiled. "I want her to come visit me because I like her, and I want her to like me. I don't want her to come here because of the house."

"I think you're succeeding in that. You're a special lady."

"You're a special man, taking care of her like you do."

They stared at each other for a moment.

"This just got dangerous." Roarke's dark brown eyes danced across her face, stopping at her mouth.

"We have a tree to put up." Brenda smiled and wiggled her way out of his arms.

He growled, and Brenda left a trail of laughter behind her as she went to put on Christmas music.

The tree itself was put together and they were just starting to string lights when the pizza got there. After a break for dinner, they got back to it. Marie danced around the living room to the music, but was serious and careful when she handled Brenda's ornaments. In a little more than an hour the tree was decorated. 

Brenda popped in an old Christmas movie, and Marie settled herself on the floor to watch as Roarke helped with the clean-up process. Empty boxes were stored in the attic, and Brenda decided to run the vacuum the next day.

"That sure was fast. I've never had helpers before."

"Well lady, you just got yourself a couple elves." Roarke laughed.

"It was nice, having help I mean. Now I have to have a wrapping party and get all those presents wrapped." 

"She's an excellent wrapper. She does all of mine." 

"Hmm. Bring her over on Sunday." Brenda smiled.

The girl in question was sound asleep on the floor. Brenda placed a throw blanket over her, and Marie snuggled into it, rolling onto her stomach.

"Like a kitten." 

The adults watched the movie, talking in low tones as they got to know each other a little better. Brenda's heart beat overtime when she looked into his eyes, or glanced at his full lips. The guy was sexy, and it had been a while since she had had a man in her life. Roarke was watching her back, and Brenda hoped he liked what he saw.

"I better get Marie back to my parents. It's past her bedtime."

After bundling up his niece, Roarke carried her to the door. Marie was out like a light. Brenda swung the door open, and walked to the car to open that door also. Roarke got her adjusted and shut the door gently, turning to face Brenda.

"Thanks again for the help tonight. I really appreciated it."

"No problem. Thanks for helping Marie. I think she is going to start to understand about coming here."

"I hope so. It's nice getting to know you also." Brenda felt her face flush, and was grateful for the cover of the dark.

Roarke held her gaze for a moment, and then leaned in, dropping a kiss to her forehead.

"See ya later." He circled the car and hopped in the driver's seat, making quick work of backing out of the drive.

"Great. I probably just scared him to death." Her breath puffed in the cold air. 

Snow had begun to fall around five o'clock, and by seven, as Brenda was pulling another sheet of cookies out of the oven, the roads were completely covered. Glancing out the window proved useless; the snow swirled in the porch lights so quickly that visibility was slim to none. 

No matter...Brenda had things to do. She had a long weekend, so she planned to get some of her holiday cooking and baking out of the way. She started a pot of coffee, then yelped as she realized her corn syrup and sugar had come to a boil.

The doorbell rang, but there was no way she could walk away from the stove. She stirred quickly and pulled the pan off the burner, working quickly to get the peanut butter and vanilla stirred in. Once smooth, the doorbell rang once more.

"Hold your horses!" She yelled as she poured the cornflakes into the pot.

"I'm not an intruder, so I came on in." Roarke laughed as he unloaded bags upon bags from his arms.

"Sorry. I almost ruined my cookies over a pot of coffee. Come on in." Brenda smiled and started dropping the cookies by the spoonful onto a sheet of wax paper.

"Those look...interesting." Roarke quirked an eyebrow.

"They are the best things ever. Wait til ya try one. What're those bags?"

"Marie's gifts. She is the biggest snoop on the planet, so I was wondering if I could wrap them here, then hide them. The little brat even peeks under the paper."

"Hmmm, sounds like another little girl I used to know. But that's no problem. Want some help wrapping?"

"If you have free time. But with a glance around this kitchen..." Roarke shuddered.

"If you pitch in on dishes, I'll pitch in with wrapping."

"Deal." Roarke took his coat off and hung it over the back of a stool. 

Before Brenda could give him directions, he had his sleeves rolled up and was filling the sink with water. While she dropped the last of the cookies, she stole glances at his forearms, marveling at the strength of them. She wanted nothing more than for him to gather her up against his body, holding her close...feeling the strength as he pulled her hips against him...

Face flaming red, Brenda turned away from her guest. She belatedly realized they were alone together, without Marie there to be a buffer. Brenda had to get herself under control. Just because he was a man...a gorgeous, sweet, helpful, handsome man, didn't mean he was there because of her. Well, maybe it did. He could have stayed home and wrapped Marie's presents...but he wanted to hide them. Still... Brenda's thoughts were in a jumble, and she zoned out while she finished the batch of cookies.

"Earth to Brenda."

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I asked what your plans were for Christmas."

"Oh. My mom always has a big party on Christmas Eve, but it ends early because my brothers and sisters all have kids and they have to get to bed so Santa can come. Christmas day is usually pretty uneventful. What do you guys do?"

"Not much of anything. My parents make a bigger deal of Christmas now that they have Marie, but it's pretty boring."

"Hmm." Brenda stuck her pan in the sink and then snapped her fingers. "I know! Why don't the four of you come here Christmas day, in the afternoon for dinner?"

"You don't have to do that. We wouldn't want to impose."

"I know I don't have to. I want to. Or even if your parents don't want to, you and Marie are more than welcome...if you want to, of course."

"I'd love to. Why are you so special?" Roarke had rinsed the last dish, and turned to her, drying his hands.

"I'm not." Brenda shifted her gaze.

"Believe what you will." Roarke caught her chin between his fingers, lifting her face so she'd look at him.

Brenda's eyes skittered across his face, finally landing on his gaze. The stark honesty in his eyes, the longing, made her feel a little weak in the knees. 




New Beginnings



"Not just anyone would have welcomed a little girl into their home when she knocked. Not everyone would have bought her a cookie jar, and not everyone would have explained to her the difference between a house and her heart."

"My dad died when we were all pretty young. We had to move to a smaller house, and my mom worked constantly to make ends meet so we could have a home and food on the table. I wish she would have been around more when I was little, but I know she did what she had to do. I guess I just feel like Marie needs something extra, ya know?"

"Which is exactly why you're special. You're an amazing woman."

Brenda's cheeks colored slightly at his words, and she dropped her eyes again. Roarke chuckled, and pulled her close, wrapping her in his arms. His chin touched the top of her head, and Brenda found herself returning the hug. Every inch of him was warm, strong, and she fit into the shelter of his arms perfectly. She had to get a grip, or she was going to do more than fall in lust with him. Stupid holidays, having to be magical.

Roarke reluctantly pulled back. "I suppose we ought to get this wrapping show on the road."

"Yeah, it looks like you brought a store with you." Brenda started to clear off the island.

The next couple hours were spent wrapping gifts. Once Marie's were done, Brenda went and got some of her things for her family. Coffee was poured and conversation was had. By the end of it, the floor was littered with scraps of wrapping paper, and they'd managed to kill a roll of tape. Brenda sat back in her chair, arching her back against the ache. She'd been hunched over the table too long.

"Kink in your back?"

"Yep. Sat like that entirely too long." 

"Me too." Roarke stood and stretched, then bent down to pick up the pieces of stray paper on the floor.

"Wow, is it really that late?" Brenda gaped at the clock. It was after ten.

"I guess it is. I should have paid attention to that. Now I have to drive home in a blizzard." Roarke had moved to the window. The snow was still falling just as heavily as it had been earlier that evening.

"If you want, you could stay in the guest room." Brenda bit the inside of her lip after she spoke. What on earth was she thinking? She'd never get any sleep tonight.

"I don't want to intrude. I'll be fine."

"It wouldn't be an intrusion, or I wouldn't have offered. And don't try to be manly and drive home in a snow storm to prove a point." Brenda stuck her tongue out at him.

"If it's really all right, then I'll stay."

"It really is. Let me go fluff your pillows." She rolled her eyes dramatically and flounced off towards the staircase. Roarke's laughter followed her through the entryway.

Roarke stood in the kitchen, still debating. He was so attracted to Brenda it wasn't funny. Marie didn't even really try to snoop; he just wanted a reason to see Brenda. They shared a lot of the same interests and conversation with the two of them flowed so easily. She was attractive, sexy, and she had no idea what she did to him. Even her heart was beautiful. 

There was something special about this time of year, and he wanted nothing more than to cuddle up with her in front a fire...or maybe the tree...and slowly strip her clothes from her body, learning every inch of her. Brenda seemed interested, but he wasn't sure if she liked him, or merely tolerated him because of Marie. That's why he had wanted to come alone. And he felt like he'd gotten his answer.

"All right. Your bedchamber awaits, sire."

"Thank you, dear lady. Where are we going to stash these gifts?"

"In the closet in the guestroom. It has the most space, and God knows you're going to need it with that haul. Spoil her much?" Brenda's eyes lit up as she laughed.

"Always have, always will. She's my only niece, and it's my right." Roarke stuck out his chest like he was the cock of the walk.

Together they carried the bags of presents up the stairs, and while Roarke stuck them away, Brenda went downstairs and turned off the lights and locked the door. The thoughts of him upstairs, possibly getting undressed make her face warm. Brenda laid a palm to her cheek and took a few deep breaths. She was acting like a teenager. 

She climbed the stairs and saw that his bedroom door was still open. Part of her was relieved, the other part was disappointed. She paused in the doorway as he shut the closet and turned around.

"Off to bed?"

"Yep. Just stopping by to say good night." Brenda hovered for a moment longer.

Roarke came towards her, his stride purposeful. Her eyes widened as one arm wrapped around her waist and his free hand plunged into the hair at the nape of her neck. His lips descended on hers, molding, shaping, and finally his tongue slipped between the seam of her lips. Brenda took in a small gasp of air, and before she quite knew what was happening, her tongue was moving to meet his. Roarke pulled her closer, and she could feel his arousal pressing against her lower stomach.

Brenda made a noise in her throat, and curled herself into his embrace more fully. She clung to his shoulders, willing him to do more than kiss her. After a moment, he lifted his head.

"I've wanted to do that for decades."

Brenda huffed a surprised laugh, and released her hold on him.

"Good night."

"Night."

Now how in the world was she supposed to get any sleep?

December flew by in a flurry of activity. Between work, shopping, wrapping presents, entertaining Marie and Roarke, making candy and baked goods, Brenda was an exhausted mess. She enjoyed every minute of it, but was secretly looking forward to December 26th so that she could get some rest.

Roarke stopped by almost daily, either for a cup of coffee or just to say hi. Sometimes he would help with some chore or another, but on the days she was baking he ran the other way. He swore he would ruin the batch of whatever it was, and would walk out the door laughing, asking her to call once everything was done so he could be the official taste tester.

His visits were also sprinkled with sexual tension and innuendo, not to mention stolen hugs, kisses, or caresses. Brenda was starting to think he was old-fashioned. She couldn't imagine a man waiting this long to make a proper improper move. A sliver of her appreciated him being a gentleman, most of the time, but the rest of her was dying for him to touch her. It was hard to deck the halls while fantasizing about kissing Roarke under the mistletoe. 

The only glitch had occurred a couple of days earlier, when Marie picked up on the flirtatious banter between her uncle and her new best friend. The girl disappeared and returned with a letter for Santa. Roarke promised to put it in the mail, and asked what she had asked for.

Marie wanted Roarke and Brenda to get married and live in that house so she could come live with them and they could be a real family. Roarke's attempts to explain only led to tears, so he stopped himself short and finished with, "It's a magical time of year, sweetheart. Who knows what could happen?"

Brenda hadn't said it out loud, but she definitely wished that Roarke could be her present this year. The man was too perfect for words. Well, not perfect. He had the habit of leaving his shoes in the middle of the floor for her to trip on, and sometimes he'd leave the toilet seat up. But he was a good, gentle man, and that was enough for Brenda.

The day before Christmas Eve, Brenda was cutting up pans of fudge when Roarke walked in. He hadn't knocked since the night when they wrapped the gifts, unless the door was locked. Brenda looked up from her task and smiled a hello, but Roarke looked troubled.

"What's the matter?"

"Do you think we are toying with Marie's emotions? I've been thinking since the Santa letter incident that maybe this isn't a great idea."

Brenda laid down the butter knife. "What's not a great idea?"

"Us."

"Is there an 'us'?"

"I'm not a hundred percent sure. I think there could be. I'm just afraid we're getting caught up in the spirit of the season. And the spirit of a little girl wanting a family."

"That's not how I feel, Roarke, but if you aren't sure, I'd rather back off now." Brenda's tone was flat.

"Hey, don't take it personal. I'm trying to be honest with you."

"There is no way to not take that personally."

"I just don't want us to get hurt. Any of us." 

"Then please collect your shoes from the middle of my entryway and go home. Let me know when you've figured it out. Life is about taking chances."

"I'm not going to play a game of chance with my niece, Brenda. She's been through enough. I thought you would understand." Roarke paced the length of the kitchen.

"It's not about Marie. I think you're the one that is scared and you're hiding behind her. I like you...a lot. I'm willing to wait for a bit until you figure yourself out. Just please go. I don't want to say things we're going to regret." Brenda picked the knife up and went back to her fudge.

When the front door clicked shut, she allowed her shoulders to slump. She knew he was too good to be true.

At eleven o'clock on Christmas Eve, Brenda sat alone on her couch, sipping a cup of tea, watching the fire burn in the fireplace. She silently apologized to Santa while a CD of Christmas songs kept her company. The lights on the tree twinkled merrily, and Brenda was disappointed in how alone she felt. The past month had been spent with a wonderful man and a delightful little girl. Instead of getting angry and defensive, she wished she'd heard him out a little better.

But, she had to look out for herself and her own feelings too. Her family had remarked that she wasn't quite as jolly as usual, and she had feigned a headache. Usually she stayed later than her siblings and their children, but this year she headed home so she didn't have to pretend to be happy anymore. Oh, she was still happy, and Christmas was still her favorite, but Roarke's announcement had sucked some of the joy from her holiday. 

The one thing that hadn't been discussed was dinner the next day. Brenda still planned to make it, because she knew Marie wouldn't miss it for the world. She just didn't know if Roarke would show up. Brenda sighed disgustedly and set her coffee mug on the table. Stupid man. Stupid her. 

She scooted so that she was lying down on the couch and closed her eyes, humming along with the music. Things would look better in the morning. If she ever got to sleep.

Sometime later, Brenda's eyes fluttered open. A quick glance at the clock showed it was one o'clock in the morning. Her eyebrows wrinkled together as she wondered what woke her, and she felt a cold draft of air. The fire had burnt down, and she shivered and decided to throw another log on. A shadow moved across her and caused her to gasp, and a familiar voice spoke.

"I didn't mean to wake you. You really should lock your door."

"You shouldn't break in to people's houses."

"I didn't have to break anything, so it doesn't count." Roarke moved to the fireplace and tossed a couple logs in.

"What are you doing here?"

"I snuck out of my parents' house once Marie was asleep. She had too much sugar." He smiled fondly and shook his head.

"But why?" Brenda stared up at him, her eyes drifting over the familiar planes of his face.

Roarke moved to the couch and dropped to his knees beside her. He lifted a hand and laid it upon her cheek, his thumb brushing across her lips.

"You were right. I was the one that was scared, and I was hiding." He paused, taking a breath. "I do worry about Marie, but it's a chance I'd take with anyone. I'd like it to be you. I know you wouldn't deliberately hurt her. Or me." 

"I love her, and of course I wouldn't."

"I know. She loves you."

Brenda took a deep breath and looked up into his eyes. "And I love you, too."

"I was counting on that. That's the biggest reason I came; to tell you I love you." Roarke's thumb brushed back and forth across her bottom lip, causing a shiver of delight to shimmy up her spine.

"Then show me." 

Brenda held her breath, hoping against hope that he would take her up on the offer. Roarke hesitated for just a second, then leaned down, capturing her lips with his. Her eyes drifted shut and she leaned up, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. Roarke slipped one arm beneath her back to support her, and brought his free hand up to her ribcage. His lips molded against hers and his tongue took possession of her own, and Brenda knew she was a goner.

His hand cupped her breast, testing the weight of it, then he slid her shirt up over her stomach, tucking his hand inside. Her nipples rose to meet his palm as he teased her sensitive skin. Breaking off their kiss, Roarke helped her get the shirt off. He dipped his head, kissing and licking every inch of her breasts, stopping only when he reached her nipples. He ran the flat of his tongue over each, and Brenda arched her back, asking for more.

"I had thought about this...stripping you in the firelight." Roarke palmed her hips and tugged her pants and panties down her legs. 

Brenda kicked her feet free and lay back. Roarke's eyes devoured the expanse of skin that was exposed. He leaned in again and kissed his way down her stomach. Goosebumps broke out across her abdomen, and her nipples tightened again as his breath blew across the skin he was dampening with his tongue. He stopped at the top of her mound, breathing in her musky scent. 

Roarke moved farther down the couch and reached out to spread her legs. Brenda had a moment of shyness and tried to keep them together. She was going to be completely open, completely vulnerable to him. Roarke glanced at her face and stroked her inner thigh with his fingertips, reassuring her with his gaze. After a moment Brenda relaxed, letting her leg fall to the side. Roarke smiled, letting his fingers trail up higher...higher...until he stroked across her lips.

Brenda jumped a little even though she knew it was coming. Roarke kept his eyes on hers as he slipped his fingers between her folds, marveling at how wet she already was. Brenda wasn't surprised. The ache between her legs was a palpable thing, and she wanted nothing more than for Roarke to fill it. His fingers stroked, sliding easily as he teased her. He stopped at her clit, brushing his fingertip back and forth across it gently.

Her eyes fluttered shut and the longer he caressed her, her legs spread farther apart. She wanted him to have access, needed it even. Roarke leaned in while she wasn't looking and moved his hand out of the way, replacing it with his mouth. Brenda gasped, bucking up from the couch as he sealed his lips around her clit. He sucked lightly, and then pulled back. Lifting her leg up, he leaned in between them and laved her with his tongue.

Brenda urged him on with moans and gasps, her hips writhing on their own volition. He used a hand to spread her open, and teased her with the tip of his tongue. He sucked, he nibbled, and he licked up and down her slit, coming to rest on her clit once more. As he sealed his lips around it, he used his free hand and dipped a finger inside her. Brenda's muscles clenched as she shuddered while she came.

Roarke pulled back and stood, stretching his leg muscles. Brenda lay panting, and her eyes drifted open and she watched him strip off his clothes. Every inch of him was unrestrained masculinity, and his muscles ripped in the fire glow as he disrobed. Brenda sat up, scooting her butt to the edge of the couch and motioned for him to come closer. His cock sprang free from his boxers and he stepped out of them as he came to a stop in front of her.

Brenda reached up and grasped the base of his cock, the need filling her again. She wanted him inside of her, but fair was fair. She leaned in, teasing the length of him with her tongue. He pulsed in her hand and she took the head into her mouth, sucking gently. Her lips slid down...down...and Roarke groaned as she laved her tongue against him. She devoured him until her lips hit her fist, then she moved her hand, grasping his hips as she took his cock the rest of the way. 

Roarke's head dropped back and his hips jerked, then she started moving her head slowly. Every inch of his cock was licked, kissed, and she used her teeth to graze along the length of him as she slid him out of her mouth. He started moving his hips, thrusting in and out of her mouth. Her tongue worked almost the whole time, and Roarke had to stop. He wanted to be inside of her and at this rate he would be finished in two minutes.

Roarke pulled back and grabbed her upper arms, hauling Brenda to her feet. He traded her spots, and lay back on the couch. He took her hand and helped her astride him. The couch was wide enough for his body and her knees on either side. He reached up and caught the back of her neck, pulling her face down to his. With his free hand he positioned his cock at her entrance, then let her take the wheel.

He kissed her with abandon, his tongue delving, drawing hers into a duel. Brenda moved her hips, feeling him penetrate her that first enjoyable inch or so. Holding her hips still, she kissed him back, shivering as her nipples grazed across his chest. She clenched her muscles around him, holding back a laugh as he moaned. 

Enough was enough. Brenda pushed herself up so that she was upright. Her hair was a mess, her lips were swollen from his kisses, and Roarke had never seen a more gorgeous sight. Slowly, she slid herself down, impaling herself on his cock. The silken drag was more than she could take, and as she came to rest fully on his arousal, her muscles rippled around him as she came.

Roarke quirked an eyebrow and grinned.

"Shut up. You're not that good." Brenda laughed and squeezed his cock with all her might.

"Care to make a wager on that?" Roarke caught her hips and thrust up against her.

"I sure do."

They started moving together. Roarke pumped up into her, and Brenda rolled her hips. They got into rhythm quickly, and the intensity increased. Her breasts jiggled as she rode him, and after only a few minutes, she was wriggling against him, needing release but her clit needed attention. Brenda leaned forward, upping the pressure on her clit, but Roarke moved his hand to her sternum, pushing her back. 

She gasped as the angle changed and all pressure was removed from where she needed it. Struggling slightly, she tried to lean forward. Roarke's strength was greater than hers, and he kept her at arm's length. He pounded up into her harder, more than ready to finish, but he wanted to feel her come once more. His free hand moved and he slid two fingers on either side of her clit, pressing against her.

Brenda whimpered and renewed her struggle to gain more pressure. Roarke released his hold on her chest and she lurched forward, grinding her hips against him frantically. Between his cock filling and stretching her and his fingers massaging her clit, once she leaned forward it took her all of three seconds to come. Her pussy pulsed around him, the muscles fluttering, surrounding his cock. With a ragged groan Roarke followed her over the edge, pumping his hips up into her. 

Brenda leaned forward, resting her hands on his shoulders to hold herself up. Never had she had an orgasm that seemed to come from so deep inside of her. Her head dropped forward and she closed her eyes, basking in the afterglow. Her inner walls still flexed around him on occasion as aftershocks coursed through her system. Roarke groaned, pulling her down so that she lay on top of him.

Together they floated back to earth; their pulses slowed and their breathing calmed. Roarke's hands drifted up and down her back and sides, and Brenda sprinkled tiny kisses across his jawbone and neck. Long minutes later, she felt his cock soften and felt their combined fluids deep inside her. A brief flash of carrying his baby appeared in her head, but she shook it off. The timing wasn't quite right.




New Beginnings



"So I take it you forgive me for being an ass?" Roarke's voice rumbled beneath her ear.

"I do. That was your one free pass though. Let's not let it happen again." 

Brenda sounded sleepy. Roarke wanted to cuddle with her properly, so he urged her to sit up. He slipped from her body and rolled them both to their sides, drawing the blanket from the back of the couch to cover them. The fire had burnt down again, but it left enough light to see by. He fit her bottom against his hips and wrapped his arm around her, and Brenda found his hand and twined her fingers with his.

Moments later her breathing evened out and Roarke smiled. Marie was going to be tickled to death. Maybe next year she could come 'home' for the holidays. With a final kiss to Brenda's shoulder, he thanked Santa for a new beginning.



New Beginnings



This story has very little in the way of graphic sex. If that's what you are looking for then look elsewhere. I am deeply indebted to Pandybear311 for her editing which has undoubtedly made it a better read. I hope you enjoy my story and feel free to comment.

New Beginnings.

It was a fine July morning when I skipped down the steps into the quad. The manicured grass stood out green against the stone buildings and surrounding gravel paths. As a member of the staff, I was privileged to walk upon that hallowed turf. The sun was already warm and a blackbird sang his heart out as I breathed in the fresh morning air.

Most of the pupils had gone home for the summer and I had just locked up my lab. I had eight weeks to spend in this idyllic part of rural England. Still it felt to me as if I had simply exchanged one prison for another. True, I could come and go as I pleased. People, especially the parents, treated me with respect and I could even carry on an affair with Wendy, the school Matron.

However, I'd never be able to go back to my home town, and I couldn't marry Wendy. I was going to grow into a lonely old man with no more to look forward to than that blackbird. Strange, it didn't seem to bother him the way it bothered me. I was still feeling sorry for myself when a voice came from behind me.

"Well, if you've got to hide, I can think of worse places to do it."

I turned to see a young man leaning against the wall beside the arch I had just walked under. He smiled as he spoke. He looked quite pleased with himself. I'd soon put a stop to that.

"Are you talking to me? I'm not hiding from anyone."

"Come off it, Dad. To just disappear as effectively as you did, and for it to take more than two years to find you, you had to be hiding."

"I haven't a clue what you are talking about. Now unless you are a parent or an employee here, you are trespassing. I suggest you leave and don't come back."

I took up my privilege to walk across the grass and made for the arch in the opposite wall. As I walked away I heard him calling after me.

"I'm not going until you talk to me, Dad. We have things to discuss."

"Leave me alone. I have no children. Just go away." I strode quickly through the cloisters towards my flat. I could hear him behind me, his footsteps ringing out on the flagstones. I pulled out my key and let myself in closing the door behind me. He hammered on the door several times before shouting through the letterbox.

"You'll have to come out sometime. I'm not going anywhere. I just want to talk to you."

I was trembling as I started to make myself some coffee. It had been five years or more since I'd felt this way. I sat down at my kitchen table and tried to regain my self-control. I heard voices outside and then a key in the door. I turned and was relieved to see Wendy Turnbull come in closing the door behind her. I breathed a sigh of relief. She had a puzzled look on her face as she spoke.

"Derek, there is a young man sitting outside your door. He claims to be your son. Is there something you haven't told me?"

"He's not my son. He is mistaken. I have no children. I told you that."

"Yes, Derek. I know you did and I believe you, but why does that young man believe he is your son? Why are you so shaken by his presence?"

I looked into Wendy's beautiful blue eyes. She was the one ray of light in a dark five years. She was the matron at Clifton Manor College and looked after the physical and emotional well-being of the boys. Many is the homesick 11-year old who has found himself sobbing into her ample bosom as he cried for his mummy.

The older boys would give their right arms for a similar cuddle. Even in her nurses uniform she looked lovely to me. Over the last two years we had struck up a relationship and had got to the stage where we each had a key for the other's flat. In fact, the only thing stopping us from sharing a flat was the talk amongst the boys and the effect it might have on the school if the parents found out.

I sat down with my head in my hands. "I'm sorry, Wendy. There are things about me you don't know and that young man is a reminder of a time I'd rather forget. Nevertheless, he is not my son. He may think he is, but he is wrong."

"So tell me, Derek, why would he think he is your son?"

"Because I'm married to his mother."

Wendy sat down, a shocked look on her face. "Well, that certainly explains a few things."

"You mean like why I haven't asked you to marry me? Yes, that's the reason I can't marry you or anyone else because I'm still married to her."

"So divorce her. I can wait."

"I can't divorce her without revealing my whereabouts, though that might be academic now."

"Now I'm really worried, Derek. Have you done something bad? Is that why you don't want to be found?"

"I've done nothing that I haven't paid for but if they find me now, they will put me back in prison."

Wendy reached out and took my hands down from my face holding them in her hands.

"Okay, Derek Callahan, first you are going to tell me the whole story. Then we are going to get that young man in here and find out what he wants."

*****

It all started a little over five years ago, or at least that's when I realised what was happening. Dirty Harry, they used to call me. I thought it was just because I shared a surname with the lead character in the movie. I soon found out there was another reason. Just like Harry, I always seemed to get all the shit jobs. It wasn't always so.

I had worked at Braunceston College for ten years and always did my fair share of evening and weekend classes but no more than anyone else. However, shortly after John Preston was appointed vice-principal, things began to change. At first I thought my job was under threat because I went from always exceeding my teaching hours to having to offer myself to other departments just to get close to my minimum.

The thing about being below minimum hours was you couldn't refuse any course you were offered. I soon found myself working to 9 pm four nights a week, not to mention the weekend courses I had to do. My wife, Jessica, was faculty secretary and when John Preston was promoted, he took her with him so she worked normal office hours.

We were becoming like ships that pass in the night. My sex life was in the toilet. I got home at 9:30 pm and needed at least an hour to wind down before going to bed. Jessica turned in at ten and would almost always be asleep when I went to bed. I told Jess I would quit the college rather than continue to destroy our marriage but she urged me to be patient and things would work out.

Halfway through my second year of such treatment, I finally reached the end of my tether. My subject area was electronics but I had to deliver mathematics and physics because, I was told, no demand existed for electronics. I was somewhat surprised when a colleague who ran the general engineering course approached me.

"Derek, I've got a little problem. I've got to deliver an electronics unit and I haven't got a clue about the subject. I'm a mechanical man. Give me friction, drag factors and equilibrium and I'm the man but this stuff, you can't see it and can't feel it. How do I teach that? I've got a few books on the subject but I need some advice on how to deliver it and what practical work to give them."

"Hang on, John. Are you under hours or something?"

"Good god, no. I'm into overtime for this."

"That doesn't make sense. I'm under hours and I'm available. I'll do it for you."

George Johnson, my head of department, looked up with a surprised look on his face as I strode into his office.

"Good morning, George. I've come to save you some money"

"I'm always up for that, Derek. What do we have to do?"

"John wants someone to deliver the electronics unit in his course. He is over hours. You'll have to pay him overtime. If I do it, you don't have to pay overtime and I'll be up to minimum hours and won't have to keep accepting weekend work."

"Sorry Harry, oops Derek, no can do."

"But why not? It doesn't make sense and the students will do better if I teach them. John admits he doesn't have a clue."

"I'm sorry, Derek, but just like you I have to do as I'm told."

"You mean that somebody has instructed you to keep me under hours?"

"I can't say any more, Derek."

Full of anger I stormed into the head of faculty's office. I put the same deal to him and got the same sort of response. It seemed I had enemies in high places. I moved up the chain of command. Sooner or later I must get to someone who couldn't pass the buck upwards. Jessica was somewhat surprised when I strode through the office and arrived at her boss' door.

"You can't just go in, Derek. You have no appointment. He's busy."

I walked in and found John Preston, our vice-principal, sat at his desk talking into the telephone. He motioned me to sit down. I sat fuming while he finished his call. Eventually he put down the phone, shuffled a few papers, then turned to me and smiled.

"Now, Derek, what's got you so hot under the collar that you burst in here interrupting my phone call?"

"I'm trying to find out who is deliberately keeping me below minimum hours even when it costs the college money to do so. So far everything points to you unless you are going to tell me that you are only following orders so that I have to go and talk to the principal?"

"I've no idea what you are talking about, Derek. Why don't you explain it to me?"

John Preston was a tall, slim man with grey hair and piercing blue eyes. I looked into those eyes as I told him the story hoping something would tell me that I'd got the right man. Not a flicker showed as he told me he was most concerned that the college was spending money it didn't have. When I'd finished, he got up walked around and opened the door. He looked straight at me.

"Well, Derek, thank you for bringing this to my attention. You can rest assured that I will get to the bottom of it as soon as I get back from the Association of Colleges conference."

"When will that be then, John?"

"Well, I leave tomorrow and I will be in Brighton for the next three days, so it will be Monday."

"So you'll be down in Brighton for three days. That's near Ditchling, isn't it?"

"Well, I would say that Ditchling was near Brighton but yes it is nearby. Why do you ask?"

"Oh, nothing really. It's just that my son lives in Ditchling."

Suddenly everything became clear. Jessica was taking the time off to visit our son in Ditchling, just a short car ride from the place her boss was staying for the next three days. It seemed absurd but it was certainly an explanation. He made sure I had to work unsocial hours so I wouldn't be home to question where my wife was.

"Are you alright, Derek?" Jessica asked as I walked out the office.

I obviously looked as stunned as I felt. I tried to pull myself together.

"What? Oh yeah, I'm fine, just got something on my mind."

"Is it something I can help with?"

"No, it's work related. Nothing for you to worry about."

That night I got home to find Jessica packing for her few days away. When I walked into the bedroom, she quickly closed her suitcase. Any other day I wouldn't have thought much of it but today, it had a new significance. It did puzzle me why she needed to take so many clothes for three days with our son and his wife. I did make a comment about the weight of the case as I lifted it off the bed.

Next morning I offered to drive Jessica to the station.

"Oh, there's no need for that, Derek. I can get a cab."

"Oh, I insist. Why pay for a taxi when I have the time and a car to drive you? What sort of husband would I be if I didn't make the most of every minute I can spend with my wife?"

"Well, okay then, but you won't be able to go onto the platform." She walked into the other room taking her phone with her.

We shared an uneventful trip to the station. Jessica told me how excited she was about visiting James and Emma.

"It's a great shame you couldn't get time off and come with me, Derek"

There was hardly a tremor in her voice. I had to admit she was good.

"These last two years we never seem to get time off together. Still all that will change soon."

"What makes you say that? What have you done?" I thought I detected real anxiety.

"Oh, nothing but John's promised to look into it when he gets back from Brighton. Hey, it's just occurred to me, you'll probably be travelling on the same train."

"I don't think so, Derek. Anyway he'll probably be in first class." She started to sound nervous.

At the station I carried her case to the barrier.

"I'll call you when I get home from work at night."

"No, don't, Derek. We may go out in the evening. I'll call you." She kissed me goodbye and told me she loved me.I left to go to work. It was going to be a busy few days.

I had no problem wiring the bedroom. Just a single web cam was all I needed. Drilling the small hole through to the spare room to accommodate the cable was the biggest part of the job. I used that room as my study so it was a piece of cake to connect the camera to my Linux box and schedule it to record every evening's activity. John Preston's office was a different matter. For a start I had to gain access and I didn't have a key.

As in most colleges, the cleaners come in early in the morning. So 6.30am saw me arriving for work. I made my way to the management offices as the cleaner finished work. She was about to lock the door as I called out to her.

"Don't bother to lock the door. I'm here now."

"Oh, are you Mr Preston? I'm pleased to meet you."

It really was that easy. In order to automatically install updates, it was college policy to leave computers running all night. That meant I didn't even have to find a host for the camera. I used a wireless unit and his own desktop to host it. Using a spare account from a student who had recently left, I hacked into the college servers. Soon I had a direct stream to my desktop which I could activate remotely. From then on, it was simply a matter of waiting for their return.

On Friday morning I rang my son at home. There was no answer. I called his work number.

"Hello, James Callahan."

"Hello, James. How are you?"

"Oh, hello, Dad. I'm fine. How about you?"

"I'm grand as usual, missing your mother, of course. I expected her to answer when I called the house. Come to think of it, why aren't you there? Surely you could get a few days off for your mother's visit."

He sounded embarrassed and didn't really want to talk to me. "Oh, I did take Wednesday and Thursday off but I had to come in this morning. My boss is delivering a sales pitch on Monday and I've got to make sure he has everything at his fingertips."

"Yes, I suppose you do. So where's Emma? Did she have to work as well?"

"Er, no. She's probably gone shopping in Brighton with mum."

"Ah yes, Brighton. I might have known she'd end up there."

"Look, Dad, I've really got to get this work done. Why don't you call mum on her mobile?"

"Yeah, maybe I will. Well, I'd better not stop you working, James. Look after yourself."

"You too, Dad. Bye."

So that was that. He knew and was prepared to give her an alibi. I was sad to think that I'd probably never see or talk to him again.

*****

Wendy squeezed my hands. "So you disowned him. I suppose I can understand that, if he knew what she was doing and kept it from you. I don't think it's right but I can understand."

I was starting to get very tense and Wendy could see it. I sat there and she held me to her chest. I was certainly glad to have her with me. Looking down at those gorgeous breasts was some compensation for my world falling apart again. It took a few minutes for me to recover my composure.

"So you collected the evidence and got a divorce. They don't put you in prison for that, do they?"

"No, Wendy, they don't and if that's all I'd done, I would have been okay. I'm afraid I went further than that. You probably won't like me much when you find out."

"I think I'll be the judge of that, Derek. Now why don't you tell me the rest of the story before we call him in to see what he wants."

*****

When Jessica came home on Sunday, I did my best to act normally. To be honest, it wasn't difficult. We hardly ever had sex because she was always too tired. During the week we hardly saw each other anyway. On Tuesday evening I checked the live stream from John Preston's office. Sure enough as soon as most people had left, Jessica joined him. They started hugging and kissing and his hands were on her arse by the time I went to teach my class.

During break I checked again just in time to see Jessica bent over his desk with no skirt or panties being fucked from behind. By the end of classes, they had gone and the office was dark. The following day, they left on time so there was nothing to check. However, my bedroom camera picked up significant action. It also raised questions. Why did Jessica never tell me she liked to be fucked while tied to the bed? God knows I would have done that for her. I would have been a lot more adventurous than John Preston. Hell, he didn't even use a blindfold.

Thursday they were at it in the office again. No wonder I didn't getting any sex. Even if she'd been awake, she would have been worn out. I'm ashamed to say, I let it go on another two weeks to see if there was a pattern. I didn't just want a divorce. I wanted to hurt them the way they had hurt me.

I was running on autopilot. The only thing that kept me going to work every day was my anger. People at work commented on how snappy I'd become. Students asked what had happened to my famous sense of humour. The lovers, of course, noticed nothing. By the end of the second week, I knew what I was going to do. I knew next Thursday evening would be an office fucking session so I put a plan into action.

No one was surprised to see Dirty Harry working at the weekend so no questions were asked when I turned up. I used a library computer and another redundant account to set up a website with the name of officeantics dot com. It had video streaming facilities and I set up links to various porn sites to make it look authentic. Then I produced the posters for the notice boards around college.

www.officeantics.com goes live 6pm on Thursday Don't miss it.

This week for limited time only this site goes LIVE

and yes we do mean LIVE. Be among the first to witness this amazing content.

As the notices were taken down, I replaced them. I'd even managed to get them up on library and church noticeboards around the town. Come Thursday I was ready. At five thirty I added the finishing touch to the website and dubbed over the top of the video display. It read "Tonight's content comes to LIVE from Braunceston College."

At 5:55 pm I checked the live stream. Preston had started unbuttoning Jessica's blouse. I went off to my lesson which was conveniently a computer class. After the first five minutes, it was clear we would get no work done. First the whispers started. Then as they got more excited, the level rose so that I could hear every word.

"It's coming from this college."

"Hey! I recognise him. He's the Vice Principal. He teaches one of my maths classes"

"Who is the old slapper he's fucking?"

"Dunno but she's got a great pair of tits on her"

"I know her. She's his secretary."

"Look, she's giving him a blowjob."

"I'm emailing my mates. They can't miss this."

Up to that point I had been somewhat ambivalent to the responses. On one hand I was happy to expose the pair of them for the liars they were. On the other he was fucking my wife. The woman I loved for more than twenty years. It was that love that made me forgive her so much in the past but not this time. My lesson had already fallen apart but then came the comment that pushed me over the top.




New Beginnings



"Oh My God, he's fucking her arse. Prezzer, you dirty bastard"

Even when our sex life was good, Jessica had never allowed me to fuck her arse. She'd told me it was dirty and I was a pervert for wanting it. Now here she was pulling the cheeks apart so that her lover could thrust his cock into her rectum. The red mist descended. My rage was released. Without really thinking about what I was doing, I left my class and hurried to the admin block.

I couldn't believe they had been so complacent. They hadn't even locked the door. I charged into the office grabbing Preston by the hair. I wrenched him off my wife and slammed his forehead against the edge of the open door. He fell to the floor where I started kicking him. First in the balls and then as he rolled over, the kicks landed in the stomach and chest.

I was in a rage. My anger was with both of them but twenty years of love and an upbringing that said it was wrong to hit women meant that Preston got it all. I was conscious of Jessica screaming at me to stop. It was only when she threw herself on top of him that I did indeed stop. I stepped back, shocked at what I had done. As I walked backwards I came to a chair and fell down onto it. Jessica looked up at me and realised that it was safe to get up. Still half naked she ran into her outer office returned with her phone. I heard her talking.

"Ambulance," she said. "There has been an accident and I think a man is badly injured."

"Better call the police, Jess. Half the world knows it wasn't an accident. You might also consider getting dressed."

"What do you mean half the world knows? How could they?"

"Your antics tonight have been broadcast on the internet and so has my attack on Preston here. In fact, it's still going out so get dressed and call the police."

"Oh, Derek, you haven't?" One look at my face told her I had. She ran around the office picking up her clothes and putting them on.

As soon as she had covered herself, she called the police. She paced back and forth in the office before turning back to me. "How clear were the pictures, Derek? Could you see who we were?"

"Well, my class recognised him immediately. They didn't know who you were but I guess they do now."

She put her hands to her face. "Oh God, Derek! What are we going to do?"

"Well, I'm going to sit here and wait for the police. Perhaps you'd better go to the hospital with lover boy here."

"It wasn't love, Derek, just sex. Exciting sex because we were doing things we shouldn't but just sex all the same."

"It doesn't matter anymore, Jess. You wanted or needed someone else so now you don't have to sneak around. I'm going to be out of circulation for some time. You'll be free to fuck who you like."

She sat with her head in her hands crying. The paramedics arrived first and started to treat Preston. Jessica had to decide whether to go to hospital with him or not when the police arrived and I was led away in handcuffs.

It took the police a day to decide to charge me with grievous bodily harm. Within two days I was in court being formally charged. I'd opted for the duty solicitor and he tried to get me released on bail. I'd instructed him not to do so but he felt he had to do his best for me. The magistrate asked if I could post bail.

"Your honour, I have little money. My parents are both dead and I'm not in contact with my wife, nor do I wish to be. I can't see any way I can raise enough money to post bail."

He gave me a searching look. "You realise, Mr Callahan, without someone to post bail I will have to remand you in custody. Would you like more time so that you can speak to your wife?"

"No, sir. Custody is fine."

I was on remand for two months. I got frequent visits from my solicitor trying to convince me to plead not guilty due to temporary insanity. I had several requests from Jessica for a visiting order so she could come and see me. I refused. My solicitor told me, under British law a wife cannot be forced to give evidence against her husband and Jessica had refused. Of course, it had gone out over the internet so there would be plenty of other witnesses.

When you're in prison, it's surprising what you find funny. I got a letter from the college Human Resource department informing me that I was the subject of a disciplinary hearing and asking who I wanted to represent my interests. I found it amusing that even in the face of overwhelming evidence, they still had to go through their procedures. I wrote back saying I was offering no defence. The next communication from them told me I'd been fired and all about the appeals procedure.

Unable to get in to see me, Jessica also resorted to writing letters.

My Dearest Derek,

I have no idea how to apologise for what I've done to you. Please believe, I didn't do it to hurt you, nor did love have anything to do with it. I can't explain why I did what I did but I have to tell you that you are, and always have been, my one and only love.

I know you have been dismissed by the college. They are waiting for John to get out of hospital before they hold his disciplinary hearing. He has several broken ribs and had a collapsed lung. The doctors aren't sure whether he will be infertile. I've told him I'll tell the principal that he used his position to force me to have sex with him unless he withdraws all charges and refuses to give evidence. I will do it, my love. I'll do anything to get you out of that place so that I can start to make amends from what I have done to you.

No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you, my love and I hope that one day you may be able to forgive me

all my love,

Jessica

I screwed it up and threw it away. A month later she wrote again.

My Dearest Derek,

I am so sorry, not just for what I've done to you but also because I've failed to persuade John to drop the charges. He didn't believe I would do what I said. He was wrong. I went with my union rep to see the principal. I told him John had pressured me into having sex with him and made sure you were always out of the way when we met.

I don't know if he believed me but it didn't matter. The union started a sexual harassment action. Both John and I were dismissed. Sad to say that has made John more determined to ensure you go to prison. I'm so sorry, my love. I tried my best. Your solicitor says you refuse to consider the only defence that might work. Please reconsider my love. You don't deserve to be in that place. You did what you did because we drove you to it.

I will always love you and will wait as long as it takes.

All my love,

Jessica

I have to admit, I was surprised they'd fired Preston. I'd expected the management to close ranks around him but Jessica had given them no choice.

My trial was almost a non-event. My barrister tried to persuade me to use the temporary insanity plea but once again, I refused. I insisted I would plead guilty. I was happy for him to use extreme provocation in mitigation. My guilty plea meant the prosecution didn't have to offer any evidence other than the extent of John Preston's injuries.

They did this using photographs and medical reports. He was peeved that he wasn't asked to tell the court his side of the story. Jessica and James were there. She was crying most of the time and he was trying to comfort her. The judge listened to my barrister's pleas of mitigation before turning his attention to me.

"Mr Callahan, your counsel has made a very good case that you were acting while the balance of your mind was disturbed. I take it the option to use that as a defence has been mentioned to you."

"Yes, sir, it has."

"Do you wish to change your plea?"

"No, sir. I committed the crimes and I am willing to take my punishment."

"Very well. Derek Callahan, you have pleaded guilty to the charge that you assaulted Mr. John Preston causing him grievous bodily harm. This is a very serious offence and one for which I could hand down a sentence of up to twenty years in prison. However, your counsel has made a good case for extreme provocation in that Mr Preston was abusing his power to keep you out of the way so he could have sex with your wife.

"I find this to be the sort of provocation few men could resist. Even given this situation I would still be bound to sentence you to ten years in prison. However, at the point of your arrest you pleaded guilty to the charges, saving the tax payer significant expense and saving your victim the trauma of reliving the attack. Under the guidelines given to me I can, therefore, halve the sentence. Mr Callahan, I sentence you to spend five years in prison."

I looked at the public gallery. Preston was punching the air as if he had won some sort of victory. Jessica just gasped and buried her head in her hands as the warders took me down to the cells.

My Barrister came to my cell after the trial.

"Well, Mr Callahan, I still think I could've got you off but five years is a good result. If you keep your nose clean, you could be out in two and a half to three years."

"I suppose I should thank you for that, but to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I want to get out. What have I got to come out to? My family is destroyed. my career is in the toilet. I don't really care when I get out."

*****

"Why didn't you tell me any of this before, Derek? It seems almost as if I don't know you at all."

"Would I have got this job if they'd known I had a criminal record? Of course not. Most people here wouldn't even talk to me if they knew. Would you have let me get close to you? Aren't you already wondering how you can dump me?"

"If that is what you think, perhaps I should dump you, as you put it. I'm having a great deal of difficulty believing the man I know, the man I fell in love with, could do such a thing. From what you said the violence was a split second reaction which, given the circumstances, I can understand. It's the cold blooded planning of your wife's total humiliation that I can't believe."

"The man you fell in love with wouldn't have done that. I am the man you know, at least I am now. Maybe the judge and the barrister were right. Maybe the balance of my mind was disturbed. I couldn't believe she would rip my heart out again but Preston was the guy I wanted. He'd made me a laughing stock. They even called me Dirty Harry because I got all the shit jobs. Some of the others must have known it was so he could keep fucking my wife. In my head I was hitting back at him and the college. Let's see them deny a live broadcast, I thought. It even went out through college servers so they couldn't pretend it came from elsewhere. Jessica was just collateral damage."

To my surprise she pulled my head back down to her breast and held it there as I cried reliving that fateful day. She lifted my head again and looked at me.

"Again Derek? You said you didn't think she could rip your heart out again. Had you caught Jessica cheating on you before? "

"I didn't catch her, no. She thinks I don't know, but it wasn't the first time. She's done it at least once before, shortly after we were married."

"If you didn't catch her, how can you be so sure?"

"I've seen the evidence. Believe me, I'm sure."

"Just a minute, Derek. If you've been in prison, how did you get this job? I mean you need clear Criminal records check."

I laughed. "If people knew just how easy it is to get around those things, they wouldn't value them so highly. You would be amazed at how many Derek Callahans there are with clean records. I just had to become one of them."

We both sat holding each other. I was relieved she hadn't left me. I'd lied my way into everything since I'd left prison and I hadn't been able to tell Wendy the truth. Several times I'd come close but each time, discretion got the better of my valour. I wanted to tell her and if I'd been able to marry her, I would have. As it was, it didn't seem to be worth the risk of the information getting out.

Wendy took her arm from around my shoulders and held both my hands in hers.

"Derek, you know we are going to have to speak to the young man outside. Now he has found you, the game is up. Unless, that is, we can persuade him to keep his mouth shut. Now I'm going to call him in. Then you are going to talk to him. Please, Derek, please talk to him."

She got up and walked to the door. When she came back, James followed her in.

*****

James was a good-looking young man, standing six feet tall with broad shoulders and an athletic build. He had light brown hair which in the summer sun became almost blonde. He had a square jaw with a cleft chin and his blue eyes sparkled when he smiled. A look at Wendy's face told me she was impressed. She looked at me, looked at him and then back at me.

"Your wife must be a good looking woman, Derek. He certainly doesn't take after you. I mean, I think you're quite a hunk but James here must be every girl's dream."

James smiled at her. "I'll settle for being Emma's dream, thank you."

"Well, James, you and Derek must have a lot to talk about. I'm going to make some coffee. Would you like some?"

James accepted the offer of coffee and Wendy went off to the kitchen leaving us alone. For about a minute we sat in silence. James was fidgeting while he watched me, unsure of how to start. I had no intention of making it any easier for him. I just relaxed on the sofa and waited.

Eventually he spoke. "Why did you do it, Dad?"

"Come off it, James. You and half the world know why I did it."

"I'm not talking about that. Why did you disappear like that? You knew she was waiting for you. When you didn't reply to any of her letters, she tried to get the governor to keep her informed and tell her when you would be released. We thought you had another three months to go when the police came and told us you were out. The prison gave Mum the address of the hostel you went to. I went there but you were long gone. Why go to a hostel when you could have come home? Why risk going back to prison by just disappearing from the hostel?"

"I don't know what she's told you about what I did and why, but even from what was reported you must realise there was no way I could go back."

"What not even for a few weeks, Dad? Do you really hate Mum so much that you would rather go to a bail hostel than go home to your own bed even if it was only while you got back on your feet?"

"She and her lover spent two years manipulating me. I wasn't going to give her another chance."

"You should have read her letters. She wanted to try to make it up to you. She knows how much she hurt you. She wanted to try to put things right."

"I've had enough of this, James. You didn't search for me just to ask why I didn't go home. What is it you want from me? What happens if you don't get it? Are you going to tell the police where I am so they can put me back in prison?"

"I want you to come back and talk to her. She's ill, Dad, very ill. She was okay when she thought you would come back but when you disappeared, she hit the bottle. Now she has cirrhosis of the liver and needs a transplant. They won't do that while she is still drinking. I hate what she did to you, Dad, but she's the only mum I've got. I can't see her killing herself like this. I need you to tell her you forgive her. Tell her to stop the drinking."

"Or what, James? What happens if I don't go with you? Do I need to move on before the police come after me for breaking my parole conditions?"

"Or nothing, Dad. I don't want to see you back in that place and I don't think the police are interested. When I asked them to help me find you, they just said they would find you when you committed another crime."

Wendy came in with the coffee. "Sounds like James is talking sense here, Derek. You need closure and if that helps your wife, then so much the better. I know you don't really wish her any harm."

"How do you know?"

"Because you beat him to a pulp but never laid a finger on her."

I sat for a minute. I'd never thought about it before but she was right. I wouldn't have dreamed of hurting Jessica in spite of her betrayal.

"What harm can it do to talk to her, Derek?"

So now it was two against one and I was losing.

"Okay, I'll go and talk to her but don't expect anything to change. She'll have to accept the fact that I'm not coming back. I'll talk to her on one condition." I said turning to James. "You stop calling me Dad."

He just sat shaking his head. "One mistake two and a half years ago and he disowns me. What the hell can I do?"

"Give him time, James. I'm sure he'll come round."

"You don't know him. I let him down. I know I did and now he'll never forgive me or Mum."

We left the next morning, all three of us. James didn't want Wendy to come because he didn't want Jessica to know I had found someone else. I insisted that she should come with us. I wanted everything out in the open. He tried to make conversation on the journey but it was an uphill struggle for James. I didn't intentionally ignore him. My mind was too occupied for any talking. All the time I was reliving those days running up to the main event and my assault on Preston.

It felt strange pulling into the drive of my old house. If I didn't know better, I would have sworn it was empty. The grass needed cutting. The curtains hung loosely at the windows which were in dire need of cleaning.

James had his own key and let us in through the front door. I had never seen my house in such a mess. He led us into the living room and asked us to sit down. He went upstairs to fetch his mother. He took quite some time to come down with her. When Jessica came in, I barely recognised her. Her face was gaunt and her skin had a yellowish tinge to it. She had lost a lot of weight and the dress she wore just hung on her. When she saw me, she tried to smile and held her arms out to me.

"Derek, you've come home."

"No, Jess, I've come to talk to you. I'm not coming home, ever."

Wendy squeezed my hand and looked lovingly at me which made Jessica look uncomfortable. James helped her to a seat.

"I'd like to say you are looking well, Jess, but you must know that's not true."

"Same old Derek, can't lie to save your life. They told me that's why you ended up in prison."

"Water under the bridge, Jess. All finished with. Now James says you want to talk to me so why not just say what you have to say."

"Now you're finally here, I don't know where to start. Did you read any of my letters?"

"Only the two you sent while I was on remand. The rest I didn't even open."

"Do you hate me that much, Derek? You didn't have to reply but if I could just believe you read them, I'd have felt so much better."

"Hate had nothing to do with it, Jess, quite the reverse. I loved you so much the only way I could deal with what we did to each other was to cut that part right out of my life. I never wanted to think of it again. You want to know why I didn't read any of your letters? It's because in prison a man who sits in his cell and weeps might as well be a dead man."

"So that's it, is it, Derek? You've cut me out of your life with no chance of forgiveness?"

"I don't know, Jess. I don't hate you so perhaps I have forgiven you already. I hate what you did just as I hate what I did. What I did to you was cruel and heartless. I should have just divorced you. Come to think of it, I should have divorced you the first time."

Jessica's mouth fell open. She pulled her hands up to her face and cried. As she regained her control, she looked at me through red eyes.

"You've known for all those years and said nothing? Why"

"It was over when I found out and it gave you the child I seemed to be unable to provide."

I pulled a worn and tatty envelope from my pocket and passed it to James. "That's why you shouldn't call me Dad. I'm not your father."




New Beginnings



James looked at the letter as he took it from the envelope. "I don't understand. What is this?"

"It's the results of a DNA paternity test. You were the subject and as you can see, we are not related."

The only sound in the room was Jessica's sobbing. Wendy was looking from James to Jessica not knowing who to comfort first. In the end she settled on Jessica.

James was in shock. "I don't understand. If you're not my father, then who is?"

"I think it was a bloke called Donald Wilson. He and your mother were very friendly for a while, too friendly for my liking. She assured me there was nothing to it. They seemed to fall out around the time your mum became pregnant. Six months after you were born, he died in a car crash."

"So, how long have you known? According to the date, I was two when this test was done."

"I suspected the truth within a couple of months of your birth. Neither of us had blue eyes and we both have dark hair. When your eyes didn't turn brown or even green, I realised you probably weren't mine. It kept eating away at me. I had to know. When paternity tests became affordable, I had you tested."

"For all those years you knew and you didn't do or say anything. Why?"

"A boy needs a father and we needed a child."

"So just like that you decided to bring up another man's child and say nothing to anyone about it for twenty-five years. Didn't you think that I had a right to know?"

"Let me ask you something, James. In the first twenty of those years, did you ever feel unwanted or unloved? Right up to the point when you decided to collude with your mother in deceiving me, did you ever feel less than my beloved son?"

"You know I didn't. For what it's worth, I didn't know what was happening. Mum told me she was arranging some sort of surprise for you."

"The way I see it, James, your mother's still your mother, your father's dead and you've had the benefit of a stepfather for twenty-five years. Unless you are saying that I shouldn't have given you that, get off your high horse and accept it."

Wendy interrupted us in an attempt to calm things down. "Derek, I think we could all do with a cup of tea. Why don't we go and make one while James and Jessica get over the bomb you just dropped."

I took Wendy out to the kitchen. We were confronted with a scene I never thought I'd see. The sink was full of dishes. The worktops were dirty and liberally sprinkled with empty bottles. Wendy and I looked around us before looking at each other.

"Sorry, Wendy. Looks like a clean-up is top priority."

She stood in front of me, threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "I said yesterday, you weren't the man I knew. I take that back. Any man who's been through what you have for all those years was bound to go a little crazy. You really should have gone for temporary insanity."

She pulled my head down and kissed me. "Right, Derek, let's get stuck in"

We cleared the work surfaces of bottles and washed them down before making a start on the dishes. An hour later we returned with the tea. James and his mother sat together on the sofa with their arms around each other. Wendy served the tea to Jessica who looked her up and down.

"Derek has been very remiss in not introducing you. Are you his girlfriend? Look after him. He needs a good woman."

"I will if he'll let me."

My nervousness had made me forget the protocols. I introduced Wendy as my friend.

"I think she is more than that, Derek. You look at her the way you used to look at me. Before I threw it all away."

"You're right, Jess. She is more than a friend. She is the best thing to happen to me in more than five years. But we aren't here to discuss me and Wendy, are we? You wanted to talk to me so what did you want to say?"

We sat silently drinking our tea. Jessica trying to get her head sorted ready to say what she needed to get off her chest. She took a deep breath, looked me in the eye and spoke.

"Derek, James has made me realise that there is no chance of you coming back home."

"It's not my home any more, Jess."

"Please don't interrupt, Derek. This is hard enough. I'd like to try to explain, as much as I understand it myself."

She paused and then started again. "It's not enough, but I am sorry for what I did to you. I've tried to understand why I did it because I really do love you. I suppose that must be difficult to believe. You see, I've always been able to compartmentalise my life, almost as if I had more than one life. In the compartment with John Preston, you only existed as a sort of abstract concept, a sort of notional husband. In your compartment, he was just a faceless person who was your boss. When I was with him, I'm sorry to say I never thought of you. When you and I were together, I never thought about him.

"Of course, there was a sort of in between time when I balanced the two, and that was the only time I felt guilty about what I did to you. I felt guilty, Derek. Really I did, but it was such a turn on. The man had power over you and me. They say power is an aphrodisiac and it is. He had the power to make me available for him by ensuring you were always out of the way. The fact that he wanted me was enough. I said he used his position to force me into it but he didn't have to force me. I just said that to try to get him to drop the assault charges."

"So there was no love there then?"

"None at all, Derek. It was just sex and the excitement of doing things I shouldn't with a man with power."

"So why did you lay on top of him to protect him from me?"

"That was to protect you from yourself. I've never seen you like that. I thought you were going to kill him. I didn't know you were streaming it out to the internet. I thought if he wasn't too badly injured, we could say he had an accident."

"You took a hell of a risk. I might have hurt you too."

"No, you couldn't do that, Derek, not you. No matter what state you were in, you wouldn't hurt me."

"Preston would never have said it was an accident."

"If I was the only witness, he wouldn't have had much choice, but you had to send it out on the internet. Why did you do that? Did you hate me that much?"

"I realised most of the college management must've known what was happening. I wanted to make sure Preston and the rest of them couldn't wriggle out of it. So, I made sure there were plenty of witnesses. They couldn't deny it happened once the video went out on the internet. I wasn't aiming to hurt you but at the time, I didn't really care if I did. I didn't intend to attack him. I just sort of lost it."

"Well, if you wanted to hurt the college management, you certainly succeeded. Even the head of I.T. services got fired. The college was taken over by Amblesham College. You should have read my letters, Derek. You destroyed them all. I couldn't get a job either. I had to go temping just to make ends meet."

All of a sudden, James joined the conversation. "Perhaps Dad wouldn't have lost it if it was the first time you'd betrayed him but you'd already done it before when you fucked my father."

Jessica snapped back at him with a force she didn't look capable of. "Don't you ever call that bastard your father. He was just a little shit who was happy to get his end away, but ran a mile when he found I was pregnant. Things got very tense in our marriage at the time due to our failure to have children. When I met Donald, I was easy prey for anyone who could offer a friendly shoulder. He offered me sympathy and made me think Derek didn't really want children. He gradually worked his way into my knickers.

"I thought I loved Donald and I thought he loved me, but I was wrong on both counts. When I became pregnant, I thought he'd be pleased and leave the wife he said he didn't love. Instead he wanted me to pass you off as Derek's child and carry on as before. I realised he didn't love me. I was just a bit on the side for him. I told him I never wanted to see him again and I never did. I'm glad he died because then he'd never try to claim you as his. When I told your father, Derek, your real father, was overjoyed and couldn't wait to be a daddy. I had no idea that he knew."

James was left in limbo and I have to say I felt sorry for him. However, I still found it difficult to forgive him, not for being someone else's son but for colluding with his mother to deceive me. Emotions were running high and it was getting too much for me. I had to bring it to an end.

"So Jess, you wanted to see me and now you have. Where do we go from here? You must realise there is no way back for us."

"I suppose you're right, Derek. I had hoped I could make it up to you but I can see that's a tall order. I wonder, could we possibly be friends?"

"That depends on you, Jess. I don't have many drunks as friends."

"I'll get cleaned up, Derek. I will. I've got a place on a residential programme to get dried out. If I stay off the booze for six months, they'll consider me for a liver transplant."

"Do you think you'll manage it?"

"I'll try, Derek, especially if we can be friends. I know you don't feel you can come and see me but can I write to you? Will you read my letters?"

"You write em and I'll read em, Jess. I can't promise anymore."

We wound things up and I got back in the car for the long drive home. At first it was a quiet ride. Wendy repeatedly squeezed my leg or pressed her face to my arm. When we pulled into a motorway service centre, we started to chat. It was small talk at first while we decided whether or not to eat there. When we decided we would and sat down, Wendy decided to get to the point.

"Do I know everything now, Derek? Or is there any more to come out?"

"Only what happened in prison. I haven't told anyone about that and I probably never will."

She reached out and squeezed my hand. "Was it really that awful?"

"I did things in there I was pleased about but I also had to do things I wouldn't normally have dreamed of. However, my life was a lot better than many."

"Do you think you will ever be friends with Jessica?"

"I don't know. I'll try. That's as much as I can say right now."

"What about James? You dropped quite a bombshell on him today."

"The ball is in his court now that he knows the truth. It's up to him to decide what he wants to do."

Wendy reached across and took both of my hands in hers. "You know you made me very proud of you today, don't you?"

"Well, I do now." I smiled at her. "Do I get a reward?"

"I'd say there is a very good chance," she said with a grin.

We finished our meal and walked back to the car with our arms around each other. I was indeed rewarded that night and for many the following nights.

Jessica's first letter arrived after her first week in the rehab centre. She found it difficult to live without alcohol but expressed a determination to see it through. She couldn't resist some words of apology but made no further attempt to persuade me to go back to her. I was impressed and wrote back offering encouragement.

For three months we exchanged letters, each one more cordial than the previous one. I began to believe we could be friends. She got out of rehab, gained a bit of weight, and found herself a job. She still had health issues and was still on the list for a transplant. I was hopeful for her recovery. It came as a surprise when the correspondence came to an end. Things had seemed to be going well and then she didn't reply to my letters.

I was surprised at how it affected me. I felt she had let me down again. Wendy tried to keep my spirits up. She told me there was probably a good reason for it and she would be back in touch sooner or later.

The first snow of winter came on the first day of December. By the following weekend we had two inches of white stuff covering the landscape. The estate staff had cleared the paths but the grass and all the surrounding landscape changed to the sort of view you see on Christmas cards. I had finished my Saturday morning classes. Walking out into the quad, I was taken completely by surprise. James was leaning against the wall of the arch and greeted me as I came out of the lab.

"Well, Dad, even in the winter it still looks beautiful. One hell of a place to hide out."

"James, you know the whole story now, so you know we are not related."

"Look, I know what you said but Mum was right. It doesn't matter whose sperm did the job. You are the only father I have ever known and I think you did a damn good job. So no matter what you say, I will always think of you as my dad and I'm sorry I let you down."

I put my arm around his shoulders "For what it's worth, you're still the best son I ever had."

We started to walk down the path towards the cloisters.

"Jessica hasn't written for a while. How is she?"

James stopped and put his hand on my forearm. "She's dead. She died last Friday of multiple organ failure. They thought it was a urinary tract infection but then her kidneys packed up. While they were trying to stimulate them, her heart stopped. After the first heart attack she signed a Do Not Resuscitate agreement. She couldn't face a lifetime on dialysis and they wouldn't do her liver unless they could find a kidney as well."

I stopped and looked at him. I saw the tears coming to his eyes as I felt them welling up in mine. There were no barriers between us now. We threw our arms around each other and openly wept. We stood for several minutes, locked in an embrace with our bodies shaking as we sobbed. I fought back the tears as I pulled away from him and dried my eyes with a tissue.

"Why didn't she tell me? She didn't have to die alone."

"She wasn't alone, Dad. I was with her."

"So why didn't you call me? She knew I'd forgiven her. I would have come if you'd called me."

"That's why she wouldn't let me tell you. The reason the letters stopped is because someone let the papers know she was writing to you. She got a visit from a reporter. With the anniversary of the event coming up, he wanted to find you. Mum was determined that she wouldn't be the cause of any more misery for you. She knew you couldn't be a teacher with a criminal record so either the school hadn't checked or you had obtained one by fraud. If that got out you'd be finished, again. She wouldn't let it happen and told me I was not to contact you."

"After all this time, they are still stirring it up? Are you sure?"

"Oh, yes, I'm sure. The slimy bastard sought me out as well. Tried to tell me he wanted to tell your side of the story. Mum told me it would only be bad for you. I know it's hard to believe after what she did but she really did love you."

"You're right. It is hard, but I am grateful for yours and her consideration. I did love her. After all those years, I can't just turn that off. When's the funeral?"

"Tuesday, but don't even think of turning up. You can't take the risk. If you're not there, our friendly reporter may just give up."

I put my arm around his shoulders as we turned and walked back towards my flat. "Come on, Son. Let's see if Wendy can rustle up some lunch for you."

"I think we're way ahead of you there, Dad. Emma and I got here about ten. She and Wendy have been working on lunch for a while. They went shopping about ten thirty."

We reached my front door and I let us in to an empty flat. I got a beer for James and myself. We sat on the sofa drinking while waiting for the girls to get back.

"So, Dad, what happens to us now? Mum was the only link between us, yet she's gone. What happens now? Am I ever going to see you again?"

"Don't get me wrong, James. Wendy didn't imagine Jessica was going to die, but she asked me a similar question on the way back from our visit. We may not share the same DNA but I always thought of you as my son and loved you like my own. As I said before, all those years of love can't be turned off, but it had to be your decision. So the question is, James, what do you want to happen?"

He sat and sipped his beer. "I don't want anything to happen. I want Mum's death to change nothing. Like she said, you are my real father. I will always think of you as my dad, and I want you to always think of me as your son."

"If that's what you want, then that's the way it'll be," I said as put my arm around him. We both struggled to keep the tears from our eyes as we held each other. We were still locked in an embrace when the door opened and Wendy came in.

"Well, it looks like you boys have come to your senses."

James and I parted. I got up to help with the shopping. Emma followed Wendy into the flat. She saw me, let out a scream and ran towards me.

"Oh, Derek, it's so good to see you. It's been a long time, far too long." She stepped back and looked at me. "You are looking very well. This place must agree with you."

I looked her up and down. My son certainly had good taste. She had shoulder length, honey blonde hair, blue eyes, plump lips and high cheekbones. Her breasts seemed bigger than I remembered and as my gaze moved down I saw the reason. Her normally trim figure now had a prominent bulge in the front.

"I see you've noticed Derek junior. Isn't it great?"

I smiled at her. "Derek junior? Are you serious?"

"If you don't mind. James wanted it and I agree. We love you, Derek. James was heartbroken about what happened to you. He loved Jessica too, so what happened tore him apart. As soon as we found out we were having a boy, James wanted to name him after you. Please say it's alright with you."

What could I say? It was fine by me. The three of us sat down to chat while Wendy prepared the lunch.

The atmosphere at the table was strained, a sweet and sour affair. The tears of joy at the reunion of our family mixed with the tears of sadness at Jessica's passing. I found it hard not to be able to attend her funeral, but her reasons were sound. For the first time since that fateful night I came to realise I had forgiven her. I still couldn't understand why she did it but I had to accept, in some strange way she did love me. Perhaps if I didn't turn up to the funeral, the press would leave me alone. Wendy certainly thought so because she started making arrangements for Christmas.

"James, I'm sorry but I really hoped Derek would spend Christmas with me and my daughters. What I would like is to come to you for New Year. It would be like a new beginning for us all."

Emma was overjoyed. "Wendy, I think that's a great idea. We can have my parents for Christmas and then you and Derek for New Year."

James moved on to practical subjects. "The house is all yours now. You need to give some thought to what you are going to do with it. Then, of course, there's the money."

"Money? What money? I thought she was broke."

"The union launched an action against the college for sexual harassment. They settled out of court for forty thousand pounds. She wouldn't touch the money because she knew it was a lie. But once she started the action, she couldn't back down. She had intended to give you the money when you got out of prison to help you get back on your feet."

"I can't deal with that now, James. I'll have to think about it."

We did spend Christmas with Wendy's daughters and I was made very welcome. Both were pleased their mother had found someone. We got to Ditchling late New Year's Eve morning. I talked to James about the house and the money. We agreed he would handle the letting of the house. I had rented a flat on a short term contract. Just long enough to get a utility bill so I could set up a bank account. As soon as the account was set up, I gave up the flat and did everything through the internet. James said he would get the solicitor to transfer the funds to my new account.

"You know, James. Just like your mother, I don't want the money. It's tainted."

"Well someone has to have it, Dad, unless you want the bankers to have it."




New Beginnings



Erica was 26, overachieving, well-educated, and beautiful. She worked in the finance department of a very successful and profitable fortune 500 company. Erica had quickly earned the respect of others in the industry and was rewarded well with promotions and bonuses in the five short years of her career. She had every reason to be thrilled and excited about the direction of her life but most of all she just felt lonely.

Erica was beautiful. Perhaps not in the model sort of way but with curves, ample breasts, and a nicely shaped ass, men took a second look when she walked past them in them in the grocery store. Erica learned though that those same men were either married, interested in a simple fuck, or were just plain boring. She wanted thrills, adventure, and a little sense of danger. She knew she wanted a sense of excitement in her personal life to compensate for all of the time she spent in a skirt and suit sitting behind a desk. She was only 26 and felt she deserved to experience some of the care-free life of the other twenty somethings. Erica also knew that it would be difficult to find the thrills and adventure that she was seeking because there were very few men that had a truly dominant personality and Erica knew to the core of her being that she needed a dominant man in her life to be fulfilled.

She remembered those times when she was 18 and in college when she first read about what it meant to be submissive and how she was shocked and embarrassed that she craved such things. She would read parts of bdsm stories or research information on what it meant to be a submissive. Each time she would stop reading part way through, disgusted with herself for allowing herself to consider such things. Each time though she would also read a little more, learn a little more, and resolve herself a little more to the idea. Eventually she accepted the idea that she was a submissive woman who needed a dominant man. Some people are born straight, some people are born gay, and she just happened to be born submissive.

Knowing she was submissive though did not help her to find a man who would help her learn and mature. Sure she had relationships in college but one does not wear a sign saying submissive or dominant. The relationships that were sexual became even more disappointing.  Usually they involved a dinner and date followed by a night in his dorm room where they would have sex. If she was lucky, he would go down on her and she would feel the relief of an orgasm. More often though, there would be the usual kissing and touching followed by him spreading her and pumping a few times. Erica tried explaining to a couple of the men that she liked when a man took control and explored his dominant side. She quickly learned that to most of those men, it just meant slapping her ass a couple times and riding her a little harder. 

Now that Erica was 26, she did not actively pursue relationships or accept dates because she knew it would be very difficult to find someone to be in that special kind of relationship. In fact, she had not had sex in over three years. But in those three years, Erica felt she had learned more about herself than ever. She learned how her clit likes the slap of a ruler and how her skin likes the sting of hot candle wax. She would explore how those felt on her own when she was feeling particularly in need but mostly she tried to avoid those activities. She knew she wanted to save those experiences for when she found a partner. A partner who was worthy of her admiration, respect, and submission. 

Erica arrived to work on Monday morning, early as usual, with coffee in hand. It had been a beautiful summer weekend in Chicago. She could feel the slight sting of sun burn on her back from the hours she had spent on the beach. Her attention was quickly diverted to a sparkly box on her desk with a bright red ribbon. Excited about the possibility of a nice surprise on a Monday morning, Erica quickly peeled off the top of the box. She let out a little gasp as she eyed a pair of beautiful diamond earrings. Alongside the earrings, she spotted a note which she quickly pulled open to read. "I see your beautiful smile and hear your charming laugh but I also see pain and loneliness in your eyes. I hope these earrings bring a little pleasure to those eyes. Please wear these earrings for me today."

Erica didn't know what to make of the note. She asked her secretary who had dropped off the box but her secretary hadn't seen anyone. She decided she would just be thankful for the nice gift and she quickly replaced her hoop earrings with the beautiful diamonds. The rest of the day and night was uneventful until she again arrived at work on Tuesday to another sparkly box sitting on her desk.

This time Erica pulled out the note first and she read "I was right. The earrings looked very beautiful on you. My darling, you enamor me but I am not your average man. I am a man that needs a woman who will love me, respect me, and most of all submit to me. I see in your eyes that you are that woman. Inside is lingerie to my preference. Please wear the lingerie tonight when you make yourself cum." 

Erica could see red material below the tissue paper. She quickly closed the box and put it in the desk drawer for fear that someone would see the box and ask her what was inside. She was stunned. Her mind raced to anyone who might have dropped off the box but she literally could think of no one that seemed like a possibility. She was also annoyed by the note and lingerie. Erica did not deny her sexuality or submissive nature but she made it a point to never appear weak or submissive while at work. While she was annoyed, she could also tell she was very, very wet. 

That night Erica still could not decide how she felt about the gifts and notes. On the one hand, she knew she had been searching for this type of man for a very long time. On the other hand, the uncertainty scared her very much. She pulled out the lingerie and let out a small laugh. The design was crotchless and had openings that would expose her nipples. She was immediately drawn to it and any reservation about wearing it and making herself cum as the note instructed quickly dissipated. She discarded her work clothes, pulled on the lingerie, and turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her image in the mirror surprised her. Her shoulder length blonde hair was a stark contrast to the bright red material. Her nipples were hard and bulged through the openings. Looking further down, Erica could see her swollen pussy lips in the crotch opening glistening with her own juices. Erica caught herself wishing that he was here. Wishing that he could see her wearing his outfit. Erica tried to disregard such thoughts telling herself she didn't even know who "he" was. 

Erica pulled her vibrator out of the drawer and returned to the mirror. She slid the vibrator between her lips and pushed it into her pussy. She could feel her pussy clamp around the vibrator and knew it wouldn't take much to cum. Erica pulled out her camera phone and aimed it toward the mirror. She didn't know who he was but she wanted to be able to show him that she had worn the lingerie for him and had cum thinking about him. With the vibrator still deep in her pussy, Erica snapped the picture. She then returned her attention to pumping the vibrator in and out of her wet pussy while watching herself in the mirror and twisting at her nipples. It wasn't long before she came. As she drifted off to sleep, Erica couldn't help but hope there would be a box tomorrow and was anxious to find out what would be inside.



New Beginnings



It's been a while. This is a bit different from my other stories but I hope you enjoy!

I was nervous and excited. I was going on a date! I hadn't done much of that since my separation from my husband, or ever really. Prior to getting married my involvement with men had been mostly one night stands, (drunk or otherwise) even when I met him, it had been an immediate and powerful sexual connection that had progressed outwardly and, unfortunately, incompletely. 

I was ready to take it slow, to try to see if I could develop an actual relationship with someone before the chemistry took over and I was buried in it (or over it) before it had even had a chance to begin. That didn't mean I wasn't craving an intensely sexual connection with someone, I just wanted no, needed, the other parts of me fulfilled as well. 

It had started with a friendly message on Facebook of course, from an old friend. He had heard through the grapevine about my separation and was offering his condolences. From there we had started chatting fairly regularly, soon I learned his relationship had recently ended as well. I wasn't sure yet where I thought this might go, but I was certainly enjoying the attention and the thrill of what seemed to be the spark of something between us. Even though I was fairly confident, I had a shy side to my personality that I tended to reserve for guys I liked. 

He made several attempts to ask me out but I demurred, preferring for the moment at least, the ease and comfort of an online flirtation. I was nervous about starting a new relationship, especially since I had yet to tie up the strings of the one I was just in. But something inside of me was whispering to give it a try, to take a chance and see what might happen. I told myself that if he asked again, I would say yes. And that if he didn't I would take the bull by the horns and do it myself. At least I hoped I could summon the courage, thoughts of rejection seemed to permanently lurk in my mind even though I doubted he would say no. 

I waited a week, until we were having a phone conversation, a fairly new development, and at a rare break in the conversation, I blurted out that I thought we should hang out. My heart was beating super fast and the seconds it took him to reply felt a like a million years. The "sure" he replied was said in a casual but cheerful way and relief immediately flooded my brain. The tone of the conversation took on an excited one as we made plans to have dinner at the end of the week. After that we would play it by ear, see what we felt like doing. It was perfect. 

So here I was, waiting on pins and needles, for his arrival. It had been a while since optimism had ruled my life and I was enjoying the feeling immensely. Even though I knew him fairly well, I felt like this was a whole new chapter and I was going to keep looking forward to what might come next. Ending my marriage had been the single most difficult decision I had ever made, but I was ready to move past that and not let it affect the future. I felt like this date, regardless of outcome, was the very first step in right direction. 

When the doorbell rang I practically shot off the couch and stood up. I took a couple of deep breaths before walking to the foyer. My low heels clicked across the tile and I took one final inhalation before opening the door. There he stood, a nervous smile on his face, a small bouquet of flowers in his hands. I stepped back and subtly looked him up and down. He was wearing a white button down shirt with a slate-blue sportcoat and dark blue jeans. It was a cute and stylish outfit completed by blue vans that matched his jacket. Hot.

"Hi Aaron, come on in," I said, stepping back and allowing him to enter. He handed me the flowers and leaned in to hug me. I accepted them and slid my arms around his abdomen, inhaling his cologne in for a second before we separated. I offered him a seat on the couch as I went to the kitchen to fill a vase with water. He took it, propped one leg up on the other, slight ticks of nerves obvious as he moved his foot up and down. I put the flowers in the vase and set it on the coffee table. 

"I'll be right out," I told him as I went to my bedroom to check my appearance one final time before we headed out. 

"No hurry," he said, petting my cat who had jumped up on the couch, wondering who was in our space. He was looking around with curiosity and interest and seemed at ease in my home. 

I walked into my bedroom and stopped by the full length mirror. My purple dress was tight across the chest and ended just above my knees. My curves were packaged nicely and my black peep-toe heels accented my ass just enough to look good but not overtly sexual. My red hair was behaving itself, hanging fairly straight and my bangs were just below my eyebrows. All in all I thought I looked pretty good, I was even wearing a bit of jewelry, earrings and a necklace to finish it all off. I grabbed my purse off the bed and headed back to the living room and towards the front door. 

"I think I'm ready," I said, watching him watch me as he eased off the couch and came over to where I stood. 

"You look great," he said, his hand grazing my back as he leaned in front of me to open the door. 

"Thanks, so do you," I managed to get out, feeling a little light headed from the touch and the compliment. We headed out to his car, a shiny black two door something or other, I didn't really know cars, but it was certainly pretty. He paused to open my door for me and I got in, admiring his considerate actions and liking the tone of the evening thus far. He closed the door and walked towards the driver's seat. I buckled my seat-belt and glanced around at the meticulously tidy car and looked at him with a smile as he got in. 

"What?" He said, a half-smile on his face as he looked at me questioningly. 

"Nice car," I answered and his smile grew as he turned to start it. We drove towards the restaurant, talking the whole way about various topics, conversation flowing easily back and forth between us. It was incredibly familiar and easy while still being exciting and butterfly inducing at the same time. His driving was smooth and safe and we reached the restaurant in what seemed like no time. He parked the car and got out, coming over to my side to open it and offer assistance. I grabbed his hand and once the door was closed and locked, we headed inside, hands still together, walking towards the entrance. 

We were at a small local Italian restaurant I had heard great things about. Upon arrival, we were immediately seated at an intimate table for two. A single white tea-light candle burned in a small silver holder and a single fresh rose sat in a small white vase. A burgundy table cloth adorned with white bread plates and shiny silverware awaited us. The maitre'd pulled out my chair, I sat down and as Aaron sat across from me matching crystal wine glasses placed in front of us and filled with red wine. Fancy. 

I grabbed the glass and sipped the wine, it had a nice robust flavor without being too strong. Aaron sipped his as well and then sat back to look at me. "I am really glad we're doing this Paige," he started, looking at me, his hazel eyes lighting up as our eyes met. 

"Me too," I replied, momentarily losing my wits as our eyes locked for a few seconds. I shook it off, not wanting to get ahead of myself and looked away to try to regain my cognitive abilities. When I looked back at him he was still looking at me and I giggled nervously. It was so strange, to see someone in an entirely new light and funny how it also felt so perfectly natural.

For the next hour we continued to chat as we ate our salads and shared a plate of ravioli with tomato sauce and a bowl of tortellini with a delicious four cheese Alfredo sauce. I had another glass of wine and a small slice of cheesecake for dessert. Everything seemed to be going beautifully and I found myself not wanting the evening to end. Everything Aaron said was making me laugh and he seemed equally amused by me as well. 

We finished up, he paid the check and we stood up to leave. I was a little buzzed from the wine but more from the way he was making me feel and I was hoping he didn't want to just take me home. "It's a nice night," I commented when we were outside. It was a warm spring evening but the slight breeze in the air made it feel wonderful. 

"Yes, it is, would you like a take a walk downtown?" He asked, grabbing my hand and we brushed up against each other briefly. 

"Of course," I replied and we set off, walking hand in hand down the street. It wasn't crowded, but there were a smattering of people out, a few couples and a family or two, all out enjoying the evening. We walked up and down the small downtown area, ducking in the occasional shop to look around and soon we came upon a small garden promenade. He pulled me towards a bench and we sat, legs touching, the humorous banter still passing between us effortlessly. 

He stopped talking for a second and my heart started pounding again when he turned towards me and looked into my eyes. He leaned in towards me and brushed my face with his slightly shaking hand, then he kissed me, gently at first, his moist lips brushing up against mine, and although my mind was freaking out and nearly panicking, I closed my eyes and kissed him back, and for a rare moment let myself go. The kiss was amazing, it felt so good to connect with someone like this and I was disappointed when he pulled away. I reached for him again, and soon we were making out like teenagers and although he remained respectable I could feel an urgency start to rise between us. This time it was me he pulled away, not because I wanted to, but because I didn't want to get carried away. 

He seemed to understand and stood, pulling me along with him. "I think I should take you home now," he said, disappointment mixed with longing covering his face. I felt the same way but I knew this was only the beginning, and I was looking forward to what was to come. 

To be continued...



New Beginnings



Adrian Grody sat watching the night sky in his car. He had just gotten off. He hated his job as a security guard at the mall but someone had to do it. He drove around for the fifteenth time. He wanted to make sure the teens he had seen earlier had left. As he pulled around he saw the sport car still there. One of them had stayed behind it would seem. He took a deep sigh and drove over. Slowly he walked over to the car that was now moving to and fro. He took another sigh, he could make out the male teen in the back seat. 

"Come on hurry." he heard the female voice. The poor guy was doing the best he could. Adrian waited. He knew what it was like to be a teen. Then her legs popped up. Adrian stifled a smile as he knew the poor girl underneath was in one of the most uncomfortable positions. "I'm cumming." the boy said. 

"Pull out jackass!" the girl said. Adrian started his walk back to the car. Timing it just right. As he could tell boy was about to cum. 

"knock knock." Adrian said tapping his flash light against the window. 

"Oh fuck." the boy said spraying his cum all over the back seat, some even on his girlfriend. Sometimes this job had its perks. 

"You guys need to get going before the cops come." Adrian said. As he walked away. 

"Asshole! You got it all over my shirt." he heard the girl say. 

"But he surprised me." the guy said. 

"Shut up and lets go." the girl said. "Fucking gross!" she finished. Adrian saw the guy climb into the front seat. The car started up and drove off. The guy rolled down his window to give the one finger salute. 

"Fucking rent a cop. Get a real fucking job." he said peeling out of the parking lot. That would be his excitement for the night. Being called a rent a cop by a one minute teen. He went back into his car and drove back around. He looked at the clock on the dash. It was two in the morning. Bill would be here soon. To take the rest of the shift. He drove back around to the meeting place. Already he could see Bill's truck driving up. 

"Finally." he said as he pulled close to his own car. He got out grabbing his metallic lunch box. 

"Thanks man." Bill said getting out of his truck. "I owe you big time." 

"No problem." Adrian said throwing his stuff in the back of his car. 

"I won't ask you to cover for me for a while now. Getting things in order at home." Bill said climbing into the patrol car. Adrian had heard that for months now. He nodded anyway and got into his car. He didn't not have to go to his second job today, that's why he was upset when Bill had asked him to cover his shift. Adrian did have the night off, but being a good friend he had covered for him. Now he drove off to his parking spot. The trouble with living in a small town like this was there was nothing to do. They thought that building a mall would bring more people off of the highway and into this town but it did not work. Now they had a mall, but no one to shop it. Soon it would close just like all the other failed attempts to gain a population growth. But for now all this town was, one of those small names on a highway sign. As he drove to get more alcohol he spotted the same sports car from before. He took a deep sigh and began to pull in next to them at the liqour store. He parked his car and slowly got out. 

"Well if it isn't the rent a cop." the male said. To which some of his new buddies started laughing. 

"Hey guys." Adrian said. Trying not to start anything. 

"This the one that ruined your time with Rachel?" one of the other guys said. 

"Yeah it's him." the guy said. 

"Look was doing my job, if you guys had jobs, you would know what that was like." Adrian said. He walked into the liquor store. 

"Hey Maxwell." Adrian said. The small man behind the counter woke up, looking around. "The kids are outside again, and I think they got some of your beer." he said walking over and picking up a 12 pack of his favorite. 

"Damn I must have dozed off again." the man said lifting up the handset. "Yeah, send a patrol over, they are outside again."he said into it. The man rang up his order. "You want to wait inside, till the sheriff sends a car around?" he asked Adrian.

"Nah they are just kids." Adrian said. He walked outside. Sure enough they were still there. 

"You should give us some of those." the same guy said. "You owe me." he said walking towards Adrian. Adrian nodded over the guy's shoulder. When he looked around he saw the patrol car coming into the parking lot. 

"Another time, Rent a cop." the guy said as Adrian nodded and walked to his car. The cop stopped and turned its lights on. The group of guys got into their vehicles and left. Adrian nodded at the cop car as he left the parking lot. 

Adrian sat on the trunk of his car, drinking his beer. His life wasn't that bad, he knew there were a ton of people that had it worse than he did. He was still alive, had two jobs and a roof over his head. He saw a bright light up in the sky it as he looked at it, it began to get closer. Much closer. He put the beer bottle down. That was not a light it was a plane and it was crashing. But it was much bigger than any plane he had ever seen. As it got closer he realized that it was not a plane, it was a UFO. It was huge, but it was definitely crashing. He got into his car and chased after it as it flew overhead. The whole town would of seen this thing. He punched the gas and shot after it. He was now under it, well part of it. It took up the whole road, it was over a mile long and just as wide, it had lights all over it. It shot off to the side of the road and that's when he heard it. The loud crash, he hit the brakes hard, as tree's, and dirt crashed in front of him. He looked around before he got out of the car. He was safe, but the road ahead was littered with tree's and dirt and mud. 

"What the hell." he said running into the field. The scene looked like something from a science fiction movie. The large space ship had crashed, the field was torn from one side to the other. The ground itself was torn asunder. There was definitely no way they were going to hide this. The craft was much bigger than anything he had seen. He heard the sounds of the sirens. 

"Fuck this!" he said to himself. As he ran back to his car. He knew that they would try and hide this and any witnesses, would some how go missing or worse. He jumped back into his car. The sirens were coming from behind him. He punched the gas again maneuvering his car around the debris. 

"I did not see anything." he kept telling himself. But the site of the ground split wide open for all to see. Filled his head. Then he saw it. First he thought it was another piece of debris, but then it moved. 

"Keep driving." he said to himself as he got closer. It was definitely moving, slowly but surely it was moving. He stepped on the gas and sped by it. He looked over at it as he went by. It was humanoid and in pain, lying on the ground. Crawling away from the wreckage. 

"It's not my problem." he said to himself again. "They will find it and help it." he said trying to assure himself. But he knew they would find it. Take it somewhere. Interrogate it. Dissect it. And at the end kill it. He stomped on the brakes with both feet. He could not live with that. He could still see it, in the rear view mirror, the flames from the wreckage lit up the night sky, now he could also see the lights from the emergency vehicles. 

"I'm so fucked!' he said as he put the car in reverse. "Can't believe I am doing this." he said as he got close to the alien life form. He got out the car. 

"Hello?" he said as he walked over to it. It was metallic, it was a bright silver color. It was face down in the mud and dirt. 

"I mean you no harm. Ok?" he said trying not to be scared. He looked over at the tree's that had fell. He could see the outline of the emergency team heading into the field. He could also hear helicopters. 

"Fuck me, this is getting too much." he said as he turned towards his car. Then he heard it. The life form made a noise. A slightly audible whine. 

"Was that you?" he said turning to look at it. It's face was looking at him. It was a female, well female looking from what he could see. It's eyes shone a bright purple color. "You look kind of like a robot of some sort." he said to it. The life form again made its low audible whine. 

"Ok." he said. He ran over to it. It was less than 5ft long, had arms and legs, is whole skin was silvery metallic. 

"I am going to pick you up now. Is that ok?" he said as the life forms eyes blinked. If that's what you would call it, the purple light switched off, then back on. 

"Ok here we go." he said as he reached down. He picked it up expecting to feel cold metal. But instead it felt cold, and alive. It did not feel metallic at all. 

"Metal skin?" he thought to himself as he carried the life form to his car. It was surprisingly light. He opened the back door, balancing the life form on one arm, he pulled the door open and slid it inside. He got in next to it and buckled it in. 

"I have no idea what I am doing." he said to himself. The life form blinked it's eyes again. "Don't thank me yet." he said. He stopped. 

"I heard you." he said. But then the life form went silent, its eyes dimmed. "Are you dead?" he said as he nudged it, its eyes turned on then back off, with each nudge. 

"Unconscious." he said. The helicopters were getting closer. 

"Go already." he said as he got into the drivers seat. He punched the gas again. Spinning his tires. "That was stupid." he cursed himself. There was only a few cars in this town, with the wheel make up he had. They were going to know he was here. As he drove he kept looking back but he was not followed. When he got closer into town, there were people everywhere. Nothing brought people out like an accident and this was a big accident. He slowly drove through, trying not to get attention drawn to himself. They were lined up in the streets, looking over at the bright lights in the fields. He looked back at the silver figure of the life form in his back seat. If he did not do something, it would seem suspicious that he was not around especially since his tire tracks would show that he drove down here. He pulled into one of the many deserted strip malls. He grabbed his work jacket and threw it on the alien. 

"What's going on?" he said running up to a person gawking. 

"Adrian!" the man said. Adrian recognized him as one of the mall walkers that came early in the morning. "Did you see the large UFO?" he asked. 

"It woke me up." Adrian lied. The man looked at him weird. Another man standing by also looked at him. 

"I was drinking, and well I fell asleep, out by Daniel's creek." Adrian said establishing his alibi. "When the ground shook. I thought we were having an earthquake. I sped down here as fast as I could." he said. Looking over at the light's. 

"You must have been close to where it crashed." a lady said. 

"A UFO?" Adrian smiled shaking his head. 

"It was." Another said. "I was on the highway. You could see it clearly, it was huge." Adrian looked at them. There was enough people here to vouch for him being here. But he would have to stay around just a bit longer. So many people described it exactly the same. 

"ADRIAN." Bill shouted running toward him. "They are setting up a base at the mall." he said. "The national guard are there and everything." he said. "They escorted me away." he said breathing heavy. 

"They blocked off Nearman Road." another man said. That was the road that the UFO had crashed near. 

"They are going to try and cover this up." Someone said. 

"Yeah. Like thousands of people did not get this on their phones." Adrian said. Hoping that the more he said, that people would remember that he was here and no where else. He looked back at his car. 

"Shit!" he said. He could see the purple lights of the aliens eyes sitting up. 

"I am going to see if this had made the news. Plus I don't want to be here when they come for witnesses. They always seem to disappear." he said walking backwards. 

"That's true." another person said. 

"Fuck that. They aren't making me disappear." another person said. Soon it was a mass exodus as people began to run towards their car. Adrian drove away slowly heading for his house. The alien had laid back down as he had gotten in the car. He lived in a small community. Luckily for him his part of the community was never finished, many houses around him were still in the building stage. Another failed attempt, no one was buying the houses so the developer left. There was only two other houses that had people living in them. One of them belonged to a traveling salesman, another belonged to a nurse and her kids. Neither of them were home at this time. He pulled into the driveway, opening the garage. He pulled in then shut the garage door. Turning on the light he picked up the alien and brought it into the house. It was definitely a female of its species. It had a slender figure. When he got it inside he could see the metallic look of its body was actually it's skin he could see it's pores as he laid it down on the couch. 

"I don't even know if you can hear me." he said to it as he backed away. The purple of it's eyes stared right at him. "I heard you before, inside my head." he said kneeling close to it. "Can you do that again?" he asked. It blinked again at him. "Earth." he said as he heard it again. He got up and turned on the television. 

"This is our source of news and information." he said. It's eyes looked at the television. It began to blink as it blinked the channels turned. "That's right." he said. "It is primitive." he smiled. It was communicating with him. 

"What is your name?" it said out loud. 

"You can talk." Adrian said. Looking at it. 

"Sorry for using your head to communicate, but I did not know your language." it said as it sat up. 

"My name is Adrian." Adrian answered. "Yours?" he asked. 

"My name is hard to pronounce in your language. But you can call me Solaria." it said as it stood up. "My body repair is at 10%." 

"Are you a robot of some kind?" Adrian said as he followed it around the house. 

"No. But I can understand why you would come to that conclusion." she said. "This is your... place of living?" it said as it walked into the bedroom. 

"Yes." Adrian said. 

"Your heartbeat tells me you are scared." she said. "You saved me from certain death." she said staring at him. "I am in your debt. No harm will come to you." It now walked into his computer room. 

"Hold on." Adrian said as he got in front of his computer. "You wanted information. This is the best place to get it." he said. But then he thought if this alien was part of an invading force, then he would be showing it, everything. 

"You can set your mind at ease. I am not an invading your planet." she said sitting at a chair. "Ask me anything." she said staring at him. Adrian felt at ease staring at her. Her eyes were larger than a humans , she had two vertical slits where a nose should be and her mouth was horizontal but he had never seen it open. 

"How do you talk?" he asked. 

"We make sound from these." she said touching the side of her neck. There were a few horizontal slits. "Our mouths are for talking to others like ourselves." she said. As she said that the slight whining noise pierced his ears. "That is our language." she said. Adrian nodded. 

"You sound like a female. Are you?" he asked. For this question she shifted her head back and forth as it processing the question. 

"Yes. We do not have specifics as far as females or males. We choose our form and voices. When we reach the right age." she stared at him again as if waiting for his next question. He could not think of anything. "I sense the alcohol in your system, combined with the amount of hours your body has been awake, is making you sleepy." she said. 

"Yeah a bit." he said. "But.." he began to trail off. He was more tired than he was leading on. Sitting down had made him even more so. Now that he was relaxing. 

"I will be fine. Your care for me is over. My body is repairing and will be at one hundred percent in four days of your time." she said. 

"Sounds good." he said. "But I will stay up with you." Adrian said. 

Adrian woke up in his bed. He was still fully clothed from the night before. He shook his head and sat up. He wondered if it was a dream. But then he heard a noise in the house. He got out of bed and walked into the kitchen. There she was walking to and fro. It looked like she was making breakfast. 

"Good morning." she said. 

"Good morning." he replied. 

"You fell asleep in mid sentence, so I carried you to bed." she said. 

"Do you do that often?" he asked. 

"Read your mind?" she said. "Yes it is how we communicate back on our planet." she said. 

"You say We and not me, or I." he said sitting down at the table. 

"We do not see ourselves as individuals, individuals lack the means to think of others, and work for the common good of the community." she replied. "But if it makes you feel safer, I will try."

"Thank you." he said as she put a plate of food in front of him. It was eggs, toasts and sausages. "um.." he began to say. 

"Your welcome." she said returning to the computer room. He looked down the hall after he finished eating. She was still in there. As he looked inside he could see the screen flashing at incredible speeds.

"Your reading all that?" he asked. 

"Yes, your race is both fascinating and troublesome. You fear a lot of things and are very suspicious of others." she said. 

"That's the human race in a nut shell." he said as he got up and walked into the bathroom. He did not know why but he felt safe with her around. 

"That is because I will not harm you." she said into his head. 

"While I am in here, I would like it if you did not read my mind." he said. There was silence, which he took as an agreement. He took a quick shower. As he put his clothes on he began to wonder about her. He stepped out of his bedroom. 

"Did you need to clean up?" he asked her. She had moved from the computer room, to the living room. 

"Clean up." she said twisting her head back and forth as her purple eyes flashed on and off repeatedly. "To bathe or to shower, to remove unwanted dirt, dead skin." she said if she was reading from a page. "No. My body does not collect dirt, and my skin does not die." she said returning her gaze to the television.

"What about food?" he asked. Feeling hungry himself. 

"I ate. But I made some food for you." she pointed to the kitchen. He looked at her with curiosity. How could she have known he was hungry. He walked into the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a plate with a large sub sitting on it. "Turkey Sub with lettuce, tomato, cucumber and light mayo. With something called jalapeno?" she said from the living room. He did not know what to say. He was thinking of going to the sub shop to get one of these exact subs. 

"How did you know?" he said looking through the separation between the two rooms. He spotted the television. The site was jaw dropping. 

"I sensed you were hungry, when I looked further, I saw that you wanted the sub so I made it. It was simple once I went back to my ship to get my matter converter." she said holding up a remote sized metallic object. 

"That is your ship." he said pointing to the screen. The view was an overhead view of what looked like a building, that had been thrown into a field. 

"Yes it is." she said. "It is repairing, it will take one week to fully repair." she said. 

"Can you turn the volume up." he said circling back to the living room with the plate in hand. 

"You can not hear her?" she asked. Adrian reached for the remote, the sound was at it's lowest level. 

"You can?" he asked. 




New Beginnings



"Yes." she replied. Adrian turned the volume up. 

"So Pauline, has any news surfaced from the military on the ground?" the reporter asked. 

"No. But as you can see there is a flurry of activity down there. The fires are finally out. But now the questions begin. Where did this come from? Who or what is inside? And what do they want?" the other reported said. 

"Those are interesting questions." a man said as the feed went back to the news room. 

"For those that have just joined or those that want a recap of what happened." the lady said as the screen flashed to a picture of the screen. 

"Sometime last night between two thirty and four am. This U.F.O. As many are calling it crashed landed, in this small town in western Montana." she said as a picture of their small town showed on the screen. "Local's described it as the sky literally falling." she said. 

"Well can not blame them." the man said. "The U.F.O. Is larger than any craft the human race has ever seen. Large than a cruise liner." he continued. A computer image of the craft showed it next to the largest cruise liner. It was much longer and taller. "It is circular, and as you can see. Did a lot of damage to the surrounding area when it crashed." 

"I survived that?" Adrian said as the screen showed for miles around cracks in the ground. 

"Many locals said it was like an earthquake." the lady said. "We go back to Pauline who is in the area."

"Thank you Lorrie." the other lady said. "We have landed as per our schedule. All flights over the area, has to be reported, and all of them are giving a five minute window for a fly over. This we have been told is very strict." she said as the camera panned over the area. 

"That's the mall." Adrian said. 

"There is a strong military presence, both on the ground and in the air." she said. The sound of fighter jets could be heard as the camera zoomed out, showing two jets flying in the distance. 

"Pauline has anyone been able to ask the military anything of what is going on. As per what the next step is." Lorrie said. 

"No. The only news is what the president said hours ago. They are giving the inhabitants of the U.F.O. Time to evaluate the problem they have with their craft. The U.S. Has been given full co operation over this situation. But right now, just being on the ground. I can say for sure everyone is tense." 

"Thank you Pauline." the man said. The news room came back to view. "As Pauline mentioned the president has already spoken on this matter. He advises patience, and to quell our curiosity. He stated he does not want to start an international or as he joked. Interstellar incident. He also said. Individuals inside the craft maybe hurt, or just as curious as us." he said. "Here is the wide birth, the military is giving the craft. Only the fire crews have gone within twenty five yards of the craft. Military vehicles are holding at fifty yards. Media personnel both local and international are at the eighty yard range." he said. 

"Ok enough." Adrian said hitting the off button. He looked over at her. She was staring at him. 

"You seemed stressed." she said. 

"Aren't you?" he asked. "What about the rest of your crew?" he asked. 

"There was no one else. Just myself." she said. Just as he was about to ask more questions. The phone rang. 

"Hey. Yeah I watched it." he said as he answered it. "Ok I will be right there." he said hanging up. 

"They asked me to come and answer a few questions. They found my tire tracks at the scene." he said shaking his head. 

"Do you want me to come with you?" she asked as she stood up. 

"No!.. I mean no." he said as he pulled on his jacket. "You will only cause more questions to be asked." he said as he headed for the door. "Do not open the door for anyone. Ok?" he said back to her. 

"If that is what you want." she said. 

Adrian cursed himself soon as he got into his car. Why did he have to be in the area, now they were going to ask him questions, that he may not be able to answer. He drove off looking back he could see the purple light of her eyes looking out the window. She was worried about him. No one had worried about him in a long while. Could she still hear him. He asked himself. But got no reply. 

"I can. If you want me to." She said. 

"Yes." he said feeling a little better that she was still there. "You said you went back to your ship." 

"That is correct." she replied. 

"How?" he asked. 

"I believe your movies call it teleportation. We call it transference." she said. "You are going out of range of my listening. Shall I transfer to your location?" she asked. 

"No. But keep it an option, if you do not hear back from me within the hour." he said. He did not know why but he wanted her close, just in case things went bad. 

"Will do." she said. 

As Adrian pulled into a parking spot, pointed out to him by an armed man at the entrance to the mall. He stepped out of the vehicle. 

"Glad you could make it on short notice." A red headed lady said. 

"Didn't sound like I had a choice. Gail." he said. Gail was the sheriff's daughter. She had taken up things, when her father had a stroke a few weeks ago. 

"Glad my father, is at home resting. This situation would of giving him a heart attack." she said. 

"Your used to giving him heart attacks." Adrian replied coldly. As they walked into the mall. 

"Just going to keep twisting the knife aren't you." she said shaking her head. 

"Nope." he replied. She grabbed his arm and pulled him to a stop. 

"Look. What we had was... great." she said. "But come on, my father is old fashioned. What could I have done? He would of flipped out if I told him, I was dating a black man." she said looking around as she said it. 

"I get it." he said pushing past her. "So what about after wards?" he asked. 

"You mean the sex?" she said again looking around when she said it. "You did not expect me to give that up too?" she said. 

"So that's all I am?" he said as they neared the food court where the military had set up desks and other things. 

"Look, lets get through this, then we can discuss us." she said. As she walked past him. 

"There is no us." he said as he joined her. 

There was a line of people, all waiting to be questioned. But they were kept separate. 

"Adrian Grody." a man said at a desk. Adrian approached the desk. "I.D." the man said coldly. Adrian gave him his driver's license. The man nodded. 

"Sir. Your vehicle's tread marks, were found a few yards away from where the craft crashed. Care to explain?" the man said looking him straight in the eye. 

"He knows the time as well." she said to him. 

"Where are you?" he asked. 

"I transferred to a closer location. Do not worry they can not see me." she said. 

"I was scared. It crashed, everything went crazy. I panicked. Hit the gas and came into town." he said. The man looked at him. 

"Why did you not report, where you were, this morning when everyone was told." the man asked. 

"There was a telephone call, but you were sleeping, so I silenced it." she said. 

"I was sleeping, I pulled a double shift the day before. I did not hear the phone ring." Adrian answered. The man nodded. This went on for over an hour. Sometimes the man repeated a question just wording it differently, but with Solaria's help. He got through it. 

"Meet me back at home." he said as he walked back through the mall. He saw a movement in front of him. It was her but not her. It was like seeing a ghost. "Was that you?" he asked. 

"Yes, it is a form of stealth, or camouflage." she said. 

"Nice." Adrian smiled as he got into his vehicle. "Too bad, your ship can't do that." he said as he started the vehicle. 

"It can." she replied. 

"It can?" he answered shocked that, something that big. Could hide itself. 

"Yes. But in it's current state. It will do more harm than good." she replied. Adrian nodded. 

"What is this sex? that lady was talking about." She asked. 

"Um." Adrian said shocked at the question. 

"And why couldn't she give it up?" she asked. 

"Form of affection, when you care about someone a lot. And she liked me a lot, at one time, then not so much after time." he replied. It wasn't the absolute truth but it should hold for now. 

He pulled into his drive way, the day had flown by so fast. The sun was already setting. As he opened the door. She greeted him. 

"Welcome home." she said. Her glowing eyes stared at him. 

"Thank you." he said back to her as he walked past her. 

"I made dinner." she said as she walked behind him. 

"You did not have to." he replied sitting in his chair. She looked at him as if she was trying to tell if he was serious. "I mean. I am happy you did. But you did not have to." he corrected himself. He was still getting used to how direct she was. Things he said had to be said just right. She nodded and walked into the kitchen. 

"It was no trouble. The human body needs food, to keep alive. And keep the metabolism going. Small meals should be eaten during the day." she replied bringing a huge plate of meat, potatoes and vegetables.

"Holy.." he began to say but saying crap would cause her to think the food was crap or that religion was crap. "Wow, that is a lot of food." he said sitting up in his chair. He had not eaten this much since his visit to a friends for Christmas dinner. Usually he just nuked something in the microwave. He took the plate and the knife and fork and dived in. 

"There is a game on tonight." she said. I saw that you had previously watched sports but you had stopped. 

"Yeah the cable shut off due.." he began to say as he stuffed his mouth full of food. The Television jumped to life showing a football game. "How did you.." he began to say. 

"I paid the bill, online." she said sitting down. The glow in her eyes was brighter as she watched him. 

"Ok stop." he said. Putting the food down. He turned to her. He held her hands they were slightly cold. Her eyes quickly blinked off and on. 

"Did I do something wrong?" she asked. 

"No. But why are you doing this?" he asked. 

"Why. Am I doing what?" she said as her face went to one side. He sat back and thought. He had to word it correctly. 

"These actions. Feeding me, making sure I am safe and happy. Why are you doing them?" he asked. She nodded as she understood. 

"It is in my nature." she replied. 

"Do tell." he said. 

"Our race is made up of two different species." she said glancing down at her body. "The skin is of the...hard to say in this language." she said as her eyes flashed fast. "Denora or in my language the first one's." she said. He nodded. "They were smart, very smart. But very weak and very timid. When another species attacked them from another world, they made robots to fight the war. Over time the robots won. But after the war had finished, the Denora had no need for the robots, but instead of deactivating them, they made them into their servants, and the working force. The Denora became lazy and soon, the robots became the dominant species. They over powered the Denora and soon made them into their servants. Eventually the two species began to mate with each other. Many decades later, there were no pure Denora or robots left. Just us." she said. 

"That explains a lot." he said. That's why she resembled a robot. It was part of her genetic make up. "Well you do not need to serve me." he said. "I just want you to repair yourself and your ship so you can return home." he said. She nodded. The two of them sat in silence as they watched the Television. A few times he had to explain the point of the game, and why it was exciting to watch. Soon they were both yelling at the screen. As he began to retire to bed. 

"Don't you sleep?" he asked. She shook her head. 

"We do not need sleep." she said. "We rest when we shut off." she replied. 

"How long is that for?" he asked

"Anywhere from two to four of your earth hours." she said. Adrian let out a yawn. "You are tired. It is past your usual sleep time." she said standing. Adrian nodded. He walked into the bedroom. She stopped at the door. "Good Night" she said as he nodded. 

The morning came fast as usual. He woke up and found her standing just outside his bedroom door. 

"Please tell me, you have not been standing there, the whole time." he said as he walked past her. 

"No." she replied. 

"I only left to make your breakfast, then I returned." she said following behind him. He shook his head. He was beginning to like her responses. "But you are late." she added. He looked down at his phone. 

"Damn." he said. He had woke up a bit later due to being tired but he didn't realize how late. 

"I made your breakfast easier to eat on the go. As well as your lunch." she said picking up a cooler. 

"Thank you." he said as he rushed out the door. She stood there looking at the door. He opened the door realizing he had left her with an open statement. "Thank you for making breakfast, and lunch. Bye for now." he said closing the door. She turned and walked back into what she had considered her room. 

Adrian's second job was as a stock associate at the local grocery store. He only worked there part time for the extra hours he needed to keep up with bills. He hated it. The days always dragged. So as he saw that there was only two more hours left on his eight hour shift, he began to think of going home. He had never thought of going home like this before. Mainly because he never had anyone to go home to. As he walked the aisle's making sure all the sale items were stocked and full. He saw two military officers. He tried to pass them as quietly as he could. As he passed them he overheard them saying that tomorrow the military was going to attempt to enter the craft seeing as no one had come out and there was no sign of activity coming from the craft. Adrian walked swiftly into the back room.

"Solaria." he said, he was beginning to like talking in his head. He shouted not out loud but to her. But he got nothing. He began to panic. But then he remembered that she might have had to rest, so she might be shut off. He looked over at the time clock. He had an hour and a half to go. He couldn't afford to lose this job. Even though he wanted to go back home to check on her. 

"Fuck it." he said to himself as he walked towards the time clock. 

"You called for me?" she asked. 

"Yes." he replied. "Do not scare me like that." he said. "I called and did not hear you, so I panicked." he explained. 

"I was recharging." she replied. "It took me a few moments to wake." she said. 

"They are going to try to enter your ship." he said. 

"I know." she replied. 

"Aren't you worried?" he asked. 

"No. They will not be able to enter. No form of technology on this planet can get into it." she said. This made him feel better. "You are wondering how I crashed. If my ship is so powerful." she said. 

"Yes. I forgot you could do that." he replied. 

"I went through an asteroid belt, light years away from your planet. I thought there was no damage but there was. By the time I found out it was too late." she said. "I tried to transfer through your planet but the system did not respond. So I crashed." she said. Adrian nodded. 

"Adrian, the police chief wants to see you." The assistant store manager said over the intercom. Adrian cursed out loud. He hated the brat. The kid was barely twenty-two years old. They promoted him for no apparent reason. 

"I will be home shortly." he said. 

"I have completed my recharge cycle so I will be awake." she replied. Adrian nodded. He was getting used to talking to her this way. It was their own way, no one else had a connection like that. He stopped halfway to the office. Was he getting feelings for an alien? He couldn't have. But the more he thought about it the more he felt it was true. Either way she would be leaving soon. He walked past the customer service desk and up the stairs. The little brat, was just leaving the office. 

"Anything you want, please just ask ma'am, I mean sir, I mean officer.." he said stuttering as he closed the door. The kid was barely over five feet tall, black hair, blue eyes. Adrian pushed past him. 

"Out the way Junior." Adrian said. The kid lowered his head and continued down the stairs. 

"What is it Gail?" Adrian blurted out angrily. "I was just about to leave." 

Gail stood by the small desk, dressed in her police uniform. The green uniform fit tightly on her, showing all of her curves. She liked it tight on her, so she could run as well as persuade most of the men in this small town to do what she wanted. She was very athletically built. Ever since High School, she had always kept her body in the best condition she could by running track, swimming, even a year in cheer leading. She pulled on the small string that held her hair back, it flowed down her shoulders. 

"I just wanted to have that talk. You walked away the other day without a good bye." she said walking over to him. 

"I said there was nothing to talk about." he said ignoring her as she put a hand on his chest. 

"Oh you know that's a lie." she said stepping back, she quickly unbuttoned the front of her top. Exposing her large tits, in a red lace bra. "I can think of two things to talk about." she smiled. 

"Forget it Gail." he said looking away from her. "Not going to happen." he lied. He wanted her. It had been almost three months since they had sex and he wanted it so bad. 

"Sorry. I could not hear you." she said as she got closer. 

"I said. No." he said looking back at her. 

"You can say it to my eyes, but how about these." she said grabbing his hand and placing it on her one of her tits. A spark shot down his arm and straight to his dick, which pulsed and began to get harder. He looked back at his hand on top of the red lace material of her bra. Her 32E bra. "Tell them you do not want to put that big black dick of yours between them and fuck them, till you shoot all over them." she said whispering in his ear. "Tell them that and I will leave." she smiled. He looked down at her tits. He did want to fuck them, he loved fucking them. 

"Are you alright?" Solaria asked. Her voice jolted him back to reality. 

"No. I mean yes." he said out loud. 

"I knew you would!" Gail said. As she began to take off her bra. 

"Stop!" he shouted. 

"You want me to stop talking to you?" Solaria asked. 

"No." he answered but he was still talking out loud. 

"Make up your mind, do you want me or not?" Gail asked. She seemed confused as he was holding his head and backing away. 

"Do you need help?" Solaria asked. 

"Yes. I need help." he said. His emotions were getting the best of him. He just wanted out of this room and this situation. 

"What do you want me to do?" Gail said as she got close. Suddenly the fire alarms began to blare loud, then the sprinklers shot on, shooting water everywhere. Adrian took this opportunity to rush out of the room. Outside in the store it was utter chaos as people began to run to the front. 

"Everybody out." the kid manager was shouting. He had a lost bewildered look on his face. 

"Did you turn off the water?" Adrian asked. 

"The water? How?" he answered back utterly lost. 

"I will do it." Adrian said. He looked back at the office. Gail was turning the corner with her top all buttoned up. 

"Officer." the kid said running towards her. 

"Keep calm Brody." she said as she looked around. "Everybody is out. Good." The water slowly turned off. 

"Adrian must have got the water." Brody said. Adrian ran back to the front. The fire fighters were just came in. 

"What do we have here Gail?" the lead fire fighter asked. 

"Seems like someone broke one of the fire alarms, in the back near dairy." Adrian said. "I saw it as I went back there." 





New Beginnings



"False alarm?" another fire fighter asked. 

"Yeah, but do a run through just in case." Gail said as she saw some military personnel pull up. "Great." she said rolling her eyes. She pulled her soaking wet hair back in a pony tail. They came into the building. 

"We heard the alarm, thought you might need some help." one of the soldiers said. 

"No. Just a false alarm. The fire department has a hold of the situation." she said. Her eyes were on Adrian. Adrian could tell she was trying figure things out. 

"Mr Halifax." Adrian said as the store manager walked in. 

"What the hell is going on her Gail!" he said as he came in. She again said it was a false alarm. The firefighters came back nodding their heads. 

"No fire." they said. 

"Anything stolen?"Mr Halifax asked Brody. 

"No. The cash room was locked at the time." the kid said. 

"Well I want answers. I have water damage every where." he said as stomped his feet in the water that had flooded his store. "What are you still doing here? I am not paying you overtime." he said looking over at Adrian. "Store's closed. Everybody out. except you Gail." he shouted. Adrian left, he looked back as Mr Halifax, was shouting at both Gail and one of the soldiers. 

"I hope that helped?" Solaria asked. 

"Yes very much. Thank you." he said as he got in the car. "How did you?" he asked. But he really did see a broken fire alarm. 

"I transferred over and broke the alarm and came back before anyone saw me." she said. 

"Thank you, but you should not risk exposure like that." he said as he pulled away. Gail was outside now talking to one of the firefighters, she looked at Adrian as he pulled away. "Even more so now. I don't want anything to happen to you." he said. 

"You worry about my safety?" she asked. 

"Greatly. We will talk when I get home." he said as he drove back. 

Adrian pulled in and was greeted by Solaria at the door. Her bright eyes was a welcome for him. 

"I made dinner." she said tilting her head. If her face could smile, He was sure she was smiling. 

"Thank you." he said as he walked inside. They sat down to eat. Well he ate and she looked at him and the television. The military had made no progress in getting into the ship. Just like she had said. 

"Why were you in trouble?" she asked him. He looked at her. Not knowing what to say but he knew he had to tell her the truth. 

"I was not in trouble, just in a situation. I did not want to be in." he explained. Trying to hide the absolute truth from her. 

"It was the sheriff lady. Wasn't it?" she asked. Now staring at him. 

"Yes." he said nodding. He was not going to lie to her. "But how did you know?" he asked, he had not told her anything about Gail before. 

"Your heart. It was beating just as fast as it did the last time you saw her." she explained.

"Well I will try to keep it from doing it next time." he smiled. But he knew that was impossible. He had cared for Gail. And that was something that was hard to let go. "I am going to take a shower." he said as he got up. He could not help feel the things he did for Gail, but at the same time, he was starting to feel differently about Solaria, how could he feel anything for an alien in such a short amount of time. Even though they had a unique connection, there was nothing else they had in common. She was an alien, he was human. 

"Hell, she probably can't feel anything." he said to himself as he dried himself off. He wrapped the towel around himself and opened the door to his bedroom, he stood there shocked at what he saw. 

"I know why, your heart beat the way it did. But I could not help you in my natural form, but maybe like this, I can." Solaria said standing next to his bed. She no longer looked like herself. 

"But how?" Adrian said slowly walking towards her. 

"You have many images of this woman, on your computer. I took the image and imprinted it onto my own body." she said looking down at herself. "Does it not please you?" she asked. Adrian stood next to her. 

"Yes." he said looking her up and down. It was true. He did save every picture he could of his favorite model; Agnetis Miracle, on his computer. But to see her in his bedroom, was beyond his imagining. Her blonde hair, her blue eyes. Her huge tits stuffed into a black bra. 

"I am glad..." she began to say before he started to kiss her. They fell back onto the bed. He kissed her all over. As his towel slipped off exposing his naked body. He did not care that she was an alien. Her black bra slipped off as he began to peel her out of it and her black lace panties. 

"I have wanted to do this for years." he said down to her. As he crawled up her body, sitting on her lower chest. He pushed her large 32KK tits together and pushed his dick between them. Slowly he began to tit fuck her. 

"I can hold them." she said up to him as she pushed her huge tits together. He began to fuck her tits harder. Grabbing the headboard, he looked down on her blue eyes staring up at him. He looked at her huge tits, seeing the head of his dick barely coming out from between them at the end of his thrusts. 

"They are so big." he moaned. 

"I can make them bigger." she smiled looking up at him. He looked at them. It happened slow at first, but surely he could see their size increasing. Now they were barely bigger but as he sat upright he could see they were reaching epic proportion. He still fucked them. They were completely covering his dick, but they did not stop. A few more seconds he could not see her upper body, then they were nearly touching his stomach. 

"Stop." he said. Unable to see her or the bed underneath her. They were gigantic with small nipples he looked down at them. His hard dick was buried beneath all of that tit flesh. The lower half of his body was completely surrounded by them. Slowly he began to fuck into these giant tits. The bed underneath creaked and moaned under the weight. He could not see her face but he did not care he wanted to fuck these huge tits before they went away. Faster and faster he went his dick burying itself between these mountains of tits. "I'm cumming" he moaned as he went faster. He pushed forward looking down, somewhere underneath all of that wonderful tit flesh, his dick was pulsing and shooting out his cum. He fell off to the side of the bed. Slowly the tit mountain began to decrease. After a few seconds he could see her body again, then her face came into view. 

"Thank you." he said. She smiled back. Her tits were back to the size they were before. He climbed onto the bed next to her. 

"So that is what the human's call sex?" she said. Still looking like his model. 

"No. That's called tit fucking." he said looking up at her as she laid on his chest looking at him. Even though she had human eyes, there was still a glow to them. 

"So what is sex?" she said, her head tilted to one side. It was funny to see a human face doing it, as it looked like the face was confused. 

"Do you really. Want to experience human sex?" he asked. She nodded with a smile. 

"Would it please you?" she asked. 

"Yes. Very much so." he said. His dick already throbbed at the thought of having sex. He rolled her over. He slid between her legs. As he pushed up into her. She took him all the way in as he pushed forward. She let out a moan. 

"This body, is experiencing so much pleasure." she said as she moaned again. He pushed in harder, grabbing her legs and putting them on his shoulders. He began to fuck her harder. Her big tits rolled around her chest. He went faster. "Do you want me to make them bigger again?" she asked with pleasure on her voice. 

He could only nod as he began to push her legs forward, they were nearly touching the wall behind her. As he fucked down harder. His balls slapping against her. He looked down her tits began to grow bigger again. He tapped her on the leg when they were touching her chin and her knees. He looked down between her legs as he had them now touching the wall, the huge tits and her glowing blue eyes. Pushed him over the edge. He pushed himself all the way in and filled her with his cum. He was breathing heavy as he slumped next to her. 

"That's human sex." he said out of breath. "Usually it lasts longer, but huge tits, always make me cum quicker." he said smiling. She was silent. He looked over at her. She was back in her normal form. But the glow from her eyes was gone. 

"Solaria?" he said panicked. Her robot form was still. He touched her to shake her. But he flinched. Her body was ice cold. "Solaria!" he shouted. How could he be so stupid. He thought to himself. Having sex with an alien. An alien robot, he shot his body fluid into a robot. He began to shake her using the covers to shield him from the cold. "Come on Solaria. I am sorry. I should of warned you." he said. With a sudden jerk, her body shot upwards, at the waist. 

"I am fine." she said. Turning to look at him. He sighed a breath of relief. He lay back down. 

"You scared me." he said.

"My body had never had that happen." she said. The rush of pleasure the human body had taken when you..." she stopped. "What did you do? You injected with me a rich fluid?" she said with her head tilted. 

"Came? And it's called cum, well human's call it that." he said with a smile. He never had to explain that before. 

"Well the female body had a rush of pleasure and it shut my body down." she said. 

"Sorry. I did not know it would do that." he said. She stood up. 

"Where are you going?" he asked. 

"It is two hours past your usual sleep cycle." she said. "You must get some sleep." she said as she left the room. Adrian shook his head as he laid down.



New Beginnings



This is an original story. All similarities between the characters in the story and real-life are completely unintentional and is simply a coincidence. Feedback is appreciated.

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The baseball park in the town of Bellevue was filled with excitement and anticipation from the throngs of children running around the grounds. Opening Day always brought out these feelings from the kids; finally they were able to get back outside after the winter's snow was all melted away. For the start of baseball season, it has always been customary for the town to have a celebration to begin the season. All the players from the different teams and age groups would gather at the town's baseball park and every player would get a chance to be introduced in front of the many parents, grandparents, siblings and the rest of the relatives that showed up in support.

It was also a great day for the parents to catch up with each other after the long winter. One could see the different groups of men and women standing around in circles of various sizes; the women bragging about the latest escapades or accomplishments of their children, each doting mother trying to outdo the others' stories. The men would be there too but their conversations tended to be along the lines of how the local football team performed the previous year or how the baseball team would do this year.

The entire scene had a festival-like atmosphere; the concession stand was busy grilling burgers and hot dogs, there was a dunk tank set up on top of home plate on one of the Little League fields trying to raise money for charity and everyone was admiring the brand new scoreboard that was donated for the park by one of the local storeowners in town.

For Rachel Niles, the event was a little overwhelming. This was her first experience as a parent dealing with an event like Opening Day and she was a little apprehensive about it. Rachel and her seven-year-old son Marcus had only moved to Bellevue in January, which was thankfully just in time to sign Marcus up for his favorite sport. This was an absolute necessity in Rachel's eyes. Moving her and her son halfway across the country happened extremely quickly; it was quite an ordeal for the two of them so Rachel knew she needed to normalize her son's life after what they had been through.

Marcus, on the other hand, was simply amazed with the atmosphere. He gazed around with wonderment at all the sights and sounds that were around the park. He had never seen anything like this before. Marcus was wearing his new baseball uniform, complete with small plastic cleats, kid-size baseball glove and a red baseball cap that came down over his ears. Excitedly, he was trying to drag Rachel faster toward the festivities. After walking around the park for a few minutes and asking for help, they finally arrived at the makeshift check-in area that was used to organize all of the players and ensure that everyone was there. The man at the desk and looked up and smiled at Rachel and Marcus.

"Good morning, Miss! What is your child's name and team?"

"My name is Marcus and I'm a Cub," Marcus exclaimed proudly as he took of his hat and showed it to the man behind the table.

"Yes, you are," said the man smiling at Marcus. "And how old are you, Marcus?"

"I'm seven-years-old."

"Wow! Seven already!" exclaimed the man with a huge smile, which remained in place as he spoke to Rachel. "What a cute kid you have there."

"Thank you," Rachel replied to the man with a more hesitant smile. "Could you tell us where we are supposed to go? This place is a bit of a zoo and I can't figure out where we are supposed to be."

"Of course. He is in a league with the other seven and eight-year-olds. They are gathering along the outfield fence by the small field behind me. The rest of the team should be there as well. My name is Justin, by the way. If you have any more questions, don't be afraid to find me and ask. I will be around the field all day."

"Thank you for your help," Rachel responded curtly. She couldn't place it but she felt that something was off about this man on the other side of the table.

"No problem. It was my pleasure," the man told Rachel with a slimy grin on his face and a wink to go along with it. Rachel, disgusted at the obvious come-on, quickly put her arm around Marcus and took him to find their designated place along the fence in the direction the man had pointed out .

After leading Marcus to his team and introducing herself to the coach, Rachel found a seat on the metal bleachers along the field for the ceremonies. She took of her hat to shake out her shoulder-length blonde hair and then redid it into a ponytail, putting the hat back on. From what she could gather by overhearing the conversations all around her, what was to happen coming up was every player from each team would have their name announced over the field's PA system. The child would get the thrill of jogging out to their team and having all in attendance cheer them as if they were a professional player for a few small but very important seconds.

There were a few minutes before the ceremony began so Rachel closed her eyes momentarily to reset her thoughts. The last four months had been a complete whirlwind and she finally had a chance to breathe. The bright, sunny day and the cool breeze that floated through the park made it easier for Rachel to relax, even in these strange surroundings. However, as was almost always the case when she had time to think, her thoughts immediately turned to the cause of the drastic shakeup of her life. Thoughts that no matter what she did to avoid would never leave her mind.

While deep in thought about those saddening circumstances, Rachel felt a slight tap on her right shoulder, causing her to jump and gasp out loud. She looked over and saw a beautiful woman in her mid-fourties with brown hair that went down to just below her shoulders standing next to her wearing a worried expression on her face.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to startle you like that. Are you ok?" asked the woman.

"Sorry. Yes, I'm fine, thanks. I guess I was just a bit startled," replied Rachel as she tried to regain her breath.

"Ok, good. I am glad to hear that," said the woman. "I was just wondering if your husband was sitting here. I arrived a little bit late and I can't seem to find a seat."

"No. I don't have anyone sitting there," Rachel responded, although with a catch in her breath and a pain in her eyes that did not go unnoticed by the woman.

Ignoring the pain of the last question was a challenge for Rachel. All it did was bring back a flood of bad memories that she had been trying to forget. It seemed like no matter what she did or how long she went trying to forget, something would happen that would release those painful memories into her consciousness. A lone tear escaped her eye as those dormant thoughts were remembered.

The woman next to her grabbed a tissue from her purse and gave it to Rachel. Rachel took it and dabbed her eye. "Oh, no. I've made it even worse. I don't know how you could ever forgive me."

"No, it's not your fault," Rachel sniffled. "I have had a lot of stuff going on and for some reason I got a little emotional. Thank you for your concern." She tried not to let on what was bothering her; after all, it was not this woman's problem

"Are you sure you're ok?" the woman asked.

"Yes. Thank you. And you are more than welcome to that seat if you still need it."

"Thank you."

The woman sat down next to Rachel and they settled into a slightly uncomfortable silence while awaiting the ceremony. The beginning of the ceremony itself was fairly boring. The head of the baseball association had a very long and very dry speech that somehow ended up more about him than the kids or the association. There were also a couple donations that were being handed out to the park by various businesses and the requisite photographs had to be taken. Throughout the ceremony, Rachel felt as if the mysterious woman was looking at her. Every once and while, Rachel thought she could see the brunette stealing glances of her out of the corner of her eye.

After all of the speeches and donations were finished it was time to introduce the players. Rachel could not wait to see her little boy run out from the dugout to applause. While she politely clapped when the other kids were announced, when she heard his name and saw Marcus run out to his spot on the field with the rest of his team, she clapped just a bit harder and smiled a bit bigger.

"Is that your little brother?" the woman asked.

"Not exactly," Rachel responded. "That's my son, Marcus. He's the love of my life."

"Wow. Sorry for assuming but you look to young to have a son this age. Would it be too far out of line to ask how old you are?

"Not at all. I get it all the time. I am actually twenty-five but I have been blessed, or cursed depending on how you look at it, with being short and having the ability to look like I could still attend high school if I wanted to," explained Rachel to a disbelieving Jessica.

"Well, he is absolutely adorable," remarked the brunette and drawing a smile from Rachel. "And what is Marcus's mother's name?"

"Rachel. Rachel Niles," Rachel said and offered her hand.

Taking her hand, the woman responded, "It's really nice to meet you, Rachel. I'm Jessica Thompson. You can call me Jess."

".....AND DANIEL THOMPSON! ,the announcer's voice boomed over the PA.

"Well, I guess we will be seeing a lot more of each other," laughed Jess. "That's my Danny right there. It looks as though our sons are going to be teammates." Both women watched as Danny ran across the field to join his teammates.

After their kids had been announced, Rachel and Jessica made small talk and were becoming very friendly with each other. Jessica told Rachel all about her life: that she had spent her entire life in town, outside of attending college and law school. She returned to Bellevue after graduating from Harvard Law and opened up her own office with her brother who was also a lawyer and was looking to leave his firm. The partnership between her and her brother became really successful which allowed her to live pretty comfortably. Jessica explained that after studying and working her entire life to get this point she felt like there was still missing something in her life so about ten years ago she decided to adopt. After three years of multiple starts and stops, Danny came into her life and she has been caring for him ever since. Jessica sure had the gift of gab and really made the events of her past really come to life for Rachel.

Rachel was genuinely happy for Jessica and the life she led. Their lives could not have been any different if they had tried. While Jessica had attended college and law school and had taken advantage of each with a great career, it took everything Rachel had to get through every day. She had already been married and given birth to Marcus in her short life. She couldn't help to feel a little sorry for herself while listening about Jessica incredible life.

After telling Rachel her life story, Jessica asked about hers. Rachel was hesitant to reveal the events of her hard life to someone that she had just met. She had only been in her new place for a couple months and hadn't really become friends with anyone yet. She really was still uncomfortable in her new surroundings. Luckily for Rachel, she got a bit of a reprieve; at that moment, the announcer asked everyone to rise for the National Anthem, which also would signify the closing of the ceremony. Everyone stood in silence while the high school band played the anthem to everyone in attendance. Once the anthem ended, Rachel turned to say goodbye to Jessica.

"Well Jess, I guess I will be seeing you and Danny a lot this summer. It was really good meeting you."

"It was nice meeting you too but if you don't have any plans for this evening, would you and Marcus be willing to come by our house for dinner?" Jessica asked, with a smile. "It's the least I could do for you after making you cry earlier."

"No. No, thanks. We had better go. I appreciate the offer though."

"Please? I insist. I really feel bad about earlier and it would give two new teammates and their moms a chance to get to know each other a little better. Besides, I am a pretty good cook and I have a bottle of wine chilling in the fridge that has your name on it."

Rachel thought about it for a minute and smiling said, "You know, that does sound like a good idea. Let me get Marcus home and changed and we can be over by, say, 6?"

"That sounds great to me. Here, let me give you my address." Jessica took out a business card and wrote her address on the back of it. "I look forward to seeing you tonight."

"Yeah, me too," said Rachel, and as she turned to walk away, she couldn't help but smile thinking about Jessica and the possibility that she may have made her first friend since moving to town.

"This can't be the right place," thought Rachel, as she pulled up the driveway to a massive, modern two-story colonial with an immaculately manicured front lawn that easily could have passed for a mansion. She glanced down at the business card once more to prove to herself that she did indeed have the right address. Rachel definitely felt out of place in this neighborhood; her partially rusted ten-year-old car was parked next to a brand new Lexus SUV that probably would have cost Rachel more than a year's salary.

Rachel thought she looked pretty nice for the evening—she had put on a pair of tight black pants and a light blue peasant blouse with a pair of flats. She had brushed her hair and left it out from the ponytail she had it in earlier in the day. Looking at herself in the mirror before leaving for Jessica's house, Rachel approved at what she saw: a petite 5"1" blond with decent 32B breasts and a thin figure that she was able to pretty much retain from high school even after giving birth.

Getting out of the car, Rachel and Marcus moved up the walkway toward the front door. As they approached the stairs, for some reason, Rachel felt a little nervous. For a few moments, Rachel and her son just stood motionless on the top step in front of the door.

"Can I press the doorbell?" Marcus asked, breaking the silence.

Rachel came back to the present when she heard her son's voice. "What was that, sweetheart? "

"I said, 'Can I press the doorbell'," Marcus repeated.

"Of course you can."

The doorbell rang and from inside the house they heard Jessica yell out, "I'll be there in a second."

After a few moments, the door opened and Rachel instantly regretted not having something nicer to wear. Jessica was wearing the epitome of "the little black dress"; it was like she was about to leave for a night on the town rather than eating dinner in her own home. The dress accentuated Jessica's figure in precisely the right places. Her 34B breasts sat high on her chest, her long, smooth legs made their way down to her feet that just happened to be adorned with quite expensive-looking black heels that made her even taller than her actual 5' 7" frame. Her lustrous brown hair fell down over her shoulders in waves. The ensemble was completed by a thin gold necklace and a small gold watch that sat on her left wrist.

Rachel couldn't help but to compare how stunning Jessica looked to herself in her plain clothes. She had no clue that Jessica was going to dress up this nicely tonight, though, then again, how could she? If she had any idea that was the plan, Rachel would have denied the invitation. It wasn't like Jessica had mentioned this at the park.

Bending down into a squatting position, Jessica said, "Hello. You must be Marcus."

Marcus, feeling a little shy at the moment, answered simply by nodding his head up and down. "Well Marcus, my name is Jessica. Would you like to go inside and play with Danny for awhile?"

Newly excited, Marcus ran into the house eager to find Danny. Picking herself up into a standing position, Jessica smiled at Rachel. Rachel had yet to move from her spot on the step and was still feeling pretty awkward about the women's difference in apparel.

"Good evening, Rachel."

"Hi."

They both stood there in silence for a few seconds until Jessica asked, "Would you like to come in?"

"Ok," Rachel laughed nervously and she made her way into Jessica's wonderful home.

"So dinner's almost ready but I could use some help to make the salad. Can you give me a hand for a couple minutes?"

Rachel finally broke out of her temporary spell and found that she could make more than one word sentences. "Sure, I'd be happy to help."

"Great! Follow me."

As they made their way toward the kitchen, Rachel could not help but admire her surroundings. She had never been in a house so big or furnished so nicely. She was no expert but Rachel could tell that everything around her cost more than anything she would ever afford.

Rachel helped finish preparing the salad and setting the table as Jessica finished cooking a delicious-looking lasagna. Jessica opened a bottle of wine and poured a couple glasses for the both of them to enjoy with dinner. After the food was brought to the table, they called their children down for dinner and the four of them ate their meals around the dining room table—Rachel and Marcus sat on one side of the table while Jessica sat across from Rachel and Danny sat next to her. The two women fell into an easy conversation with each other while also keeping an eye on their respective children. Every once in a while however, Jessica would reach out and touch Rachel's hand while talking about nothing in particular. Rachel assumed these displays to be innocent and blamed the wine for even thinking about it.

After dinner, the kids went up to Danny's room to play and the two women began to clear the dishes and glasses from the table. Rachel helped wash the dishes with Jessica and in no time had the two rooms cleaned up. Jessica poured another glass of wine for the both of them and they both made their way into the living room. This room was just as nice as the other rooms of the house. The room contained a large TV mounted on the wall just above the mantle of the brick fireplace. An expensive brown leather sofa was situated across from the fireplace and along all the wall one could see multiple pictures of Jessica and Danny in various locales for vacation, both sporting huge smiles on their faces. They each took a seat on the sofa, both ladies slipped out of their shoes and curled their feet under their lap.

"So Rachel," Jessica wondered, "Before we parted ways this afternoon, you got to listen to my life story so I am wondering if you'll tell me about yours."

Rachel felt pretty relaxed at the moment. The food was great and the wine was the best she had ever had. But she was still fairly hesitant to talk about her private life with Jessica. "I'm not sure I really want to get into it. It's too painful to think about never mind talk about with someone I just met a few hours ago."

Jessica slid a little closer to Rachel on the sofa. She gently placed her hand on Rachel's knee as if she was trying to comfort her new friend. Rachel jumped a little when she felt the contact. 'What is going on with me?' she wondered to herself. 'I need to relax. She's just trying to be friendly and get to know you.' But there was a small, creeping feeling in Rachel's mind that Jessica was looking to do a little bit more than be friendly with her.

Jessica noticed Rachel stiffen slightly when she put her hand on her knee and cursed herself for feeling happy about her guest's nervousness. Jessica really did want to get to know Rachel and become friends with her but her libido was putting very sexual thoughts into her head. Thoughts like these were not uncommon for Jessica; she was, after all, a lesbian and had had many relationships in the past. But a seduction was not meant to be on the menu for tonight, at least that's what she told herself. Perhaps subconsciously it was an option—why else would she put on her best dress for dinner at home? But seeing this beautiful, shy woman sitting next to her was making it hard for her to control her feelings.




New Beginnings



"Oh sweetie, I'm sorry," Jessica said to Rachel. "If you don't want to talk about it right now, that's ok. But, you know, it may be easier to talk about it with someone you don't know that well. At least this way, you don't have to worry about what I think about it afterwards."

Rachel thought about that last point. Jessica did have a point and it could be a way to express her feelings to someone that isn't that close to her. She could tell that Jessica really did show real concern for her. Rachel finally shook her head and looking down at the floor said quietly, "Ok, here it goes..."

Rachel's tale of heartbreak and despair was enough to make even the strongest person shed some tears. She described her terrible ordeal with little emotion in her voice, like she was reciting an encyclopedia full of facts and statements. She spoke about how she was a cheerleader in high school and was going out with one of the members of the football team. Her boyfriend was really good at his position and was being visited by college recruiters. They talked all the time about how they would be together forever. They were both seventeen when she got pregnant with Marcus and they couldn't have been happier. They married soon after graduation. Her boyfriend received an academic scholarship at the university near their hometown and she and their new baby Marcus went with him. He went to school and played football while she got a part time job as a waitress to earn enough for them to live off campus. Life was really good for the couple and their young son.

Then tragedy struck. In his senior season, her husband suffered a horrific leg injury from which he couldn't recover well enough to play football again. Depression began to set into her boyfriend and to help deal with it, he took to consuming vast amounts of alcohol. Once he started drinking, he blamed Rachel for what happened to him and began beating her. As the months and years went by, the violence got worse and worse and Rachel couldn't find a way out. The only reason she stayed was to protect Marcus.

One night there was a knock on the door. Rachel opened it up and saw two policemen standing at the door. They proceeded to tell her that her husband was in a car accident on the highway. They told her it looked like he was driving home from the bar, drunk, when he went to swerve out of the way of something. He flipped his truck and died at the scene. Although there was a faint amount of sorrow because her son's father was dead, there was plenty of relief. Finally, Rachel was out of what could have ended up as a deadly situation for her or her son and now she could finally find something better for the two of them.

Everything around their apartment reminded Rachel of her late boyfriend. She could not escape the painful memories that surrounded her in her own home. One day, after living in that same apartment that harbored such terrible memories, Rachel came to that fateful decision; she decided that in order to truly be free, she and Marcus would have to leave everything behind and move as far away from their painful past as they could.

Days passed as Rachel and Marcus drove and drove. Marcus and her would sleep in the car to stretch what little money they had. After a week or so, they drove through Bellevue. Rachel looked out through her car's windows at the tree-lined streets, beautiful parks and cute downtown business and immediately Rachel knew this is where they belonged. She found a little apartment for rent that was situated on top of a breakfast place in the center of town and she took a job as a waitress in the restaurant.

"That was about three months ago," Rachel whispered, barely able to completely fall apart during the telling of her story.

Jessica covered the remaining distance between them and wrapped the fragile younger woman beside her in a tight embrace. "I am so sorry for everything you have been through, Rachel. You and I have just met but I know you are a terrific person and you should never have had to endure all of that pain."

Though Rachel flinched a little with the invasion of her personal space, after a moment, she welcomed Jessica's embrace. She finally had an opportunity to let her pent up emotions go. She threw her arms around Jessica's neck and heavily cried into Jessica's comforting bosom. She allowed Jessica to console her with soothing words and her hand softly stroking her head.

After a couple minutes passed Rachel's crying spell was nearly complete. Rachel slowly picked her head up and, while wiping the last of her tears from her face, found herself staring into Jessica's bright brown eyes. At that moment, Rachel needed not just to be held—she needed to be loved. She wasn't thinking about where she was or whom she was with—she just needed to be somebody to love her. She timidly leaned in to kiss Jessica, maybe expecting a rebuke, but was pleasantly surprised when she found the older woman began kissing her back.

It was a soft kiss at first; definitely hesitant, but more loving than anything else. Their lips softly melted together in a rhythm that surprised both women with how quickly they seemed to synch. Rachel put her arms back around Jessica's neck and as she did she also let her hands explore Jessica's back. In the meantime, Jessica had begun to move her right hand to the back of Rachel's head silently letting Rachel understand that it was all right to continue.

Jessica broke the kiss first but only momentarily did her lips leave Rachel's body as she began to nibble softly on Rachel's neck causing Rachel to silently shudder. Her hands began to move softly down Rachel's shoulders, arms and back. Rachel could feel her heartbeat rising as she rubbed Jessica's back through her dress. A quiet moan escaped her lips when Jessica started to lick and softly suck on Rachel's earlobe.

Jessica smiled when she heard Rachel's reaction. "Rachel, darling, you deserve someone to care for you," Jessica whispered in between her oral manipulations of Rachel's ear. "You deserve to be loved. Let me show you what true love feels like."

No answer could escape Rachel's lips right away. She knew she loved what Jessica was doing to her. Rachel had never thought of making love to another woman but she also knew that Jessica was right. She did deserve to be loved. And if Jessica was willing to do that for her than why shouldn't she go through with this.

She gently, though reluctantly, pushed Jessica away from her oral manipulations of her ear. Looking deep into Jessica's eyes, Rachel gave the affirmation that Jessica had been subconsciously anticipating ever since they met at the baseball park. "Please," Rachel quietly pleaded to Jessica. "Please, Jess, make love to me."

Jessica smiled and lovingly placed her hand on Rachel's cheek, "I promise to make this the best night you have ever had." Jessica then got up from the sofa and offered her hand to the young blonde. Rachel took Jessica's hand and slowly made their way up the staircase to the second floor where the bedrooms were located.

Before they could begin their extracurricular activities, both women realized that they had a few motherly duties to take care of. The women told their children that they would be sleeping over and both boys were beyond excited as it appeared they were becoming fast friends. Rachel and Jessica needed to ensure both children got washed up, changed and put to bed; throughout these tasks, Jessica would sneak a touch of Rachel's skin that would make the younger woman shiver with anticipation of what was to come.

Once both children were in bed, sound asleep, Jessica led Rachel into her master bedroom. Rachel entered the enormous room first while Jessica followed and closed the door behind them. She then turned to face Rachel. Slowly, Jessica removed her heels, one at a time, seductively walked up to the blonde and kissed her hard on the lips. Rachel returned the favor passionately, standing on her toes due to the height difference between the two of them. Tongues fought each other as they moved first from Rachel's mouth then back into Jessica's. Rachel's mind disappeared into the sheer pleasure she was experiencing from such an erotic scene. She was so lost in the kiss that before she knew it, the backs of her legs bumped into the king size bed in the middle of the room.

The two women climbed onto the bed together and, kneeling on the mattress, continued to make out. Jessica knew she had the most experience so she thought she should be the one to progress the events a little bit faster. Her hands made their way down Rachel's back to the hem of her blouse. She grabbed the blouse with both hands and pulled it over her lover's head with only the slightest interruption of their continued kiss. Having removed the garment, Jessica's hands gently caressed Rachel's breasts through her black satin bra causing Rachel to break their kiss and loudly moan. Jessica's hands then moved back around Rachel's body and skillfully removed Rachel's bra. The sudden exposure to the cool air caused Rachel's nipples to stiffen. Between the cool air and sexual excitement pouring through her veins, she could not remember another time when her nipples were this hard.

After a couple minutes of gently massaging her breasts, Rachel felt herself being moved into a lying position on the bed. Rachel looked longingly up at her brown-haired lover as Jessica reached behind herself to unzip her dress. She couldn't believe her eyes as Jessica pulled her dress off; she was totally naked, apparently her subconscious had this planned the entire time.

"You look beautiful," Rachel breathed, barely able to be heard by Jessica.

Jessica saw the amazement in Rachel's eyes and laughed. "Thank you, baby." She motioned toward Rachel's pants and remarked, "But now, I think you are a little overdressed." With that, Jessica reached for the button on Rachel's pants, unbuttoned them and slid them, along with her panties, down over her tanned legs and threw them on to the floor of the bedroom.

Jessica started to move her hands all over Rachel's body. Every time she reached a sensitive spot, Rachel would moan giving Jessica valuable information of where Rachel loved to be touched. As she continued her feeling up of Rachel's body, she eventually moved her fingers toward Rachel's pussy. Jessica moved further up the bed so she could resume tonguing Rachel's ear with as she teased with the area around Rachel's pussy.

As Jessica continued with her oral and physical manipulations on her lover, Rachel continued to get more and more excited with all of the different sensations she was experiencing. She was beginning to lose herself with how good everything felt when she heard Jessica whispering in her ear, "All you need to do tonight is relax and let me love you. Tonight is all about your enjoyment." With those words, Jessica moved back down Rachel's petite body.

Jessica spread Rachel's legs and gazed at her beautifully shaved pussy. Jessica just couldn't wait to taste the juices that were ready to spill out of Rachel's willing vagina. She poked her tongue out and lapped the whole way up Rachel's pussy, enjoying not only Rachel's taste but also the way Rachel moaned the entire time her tongue made its first journey on her pussy.

Rachel's acceptance of her tongue on her pussy was the last barrier that Jessica needed broken; she now felt comfortable that Rachel wasn't going to freak out and leave. She explored all over Rachel's entrance. Using her right hand to hold Rachel open, Jessica would alternate between nibbling on her moist lips to sticking her tongue as far as she could go into Rachel's hole to licking directly on Rachel's clit. Reaching up with her left hand, she grabbed a hold of Rachel's right breast, massaging it and tweaking the hardened bud on top to give extra heat she was giving to her partner.

All of these new sensations were driving Rachel crazy with passion. She had never felt anything like this before. Jessica was hitting every spot that made her crazy—almost like she knew what would set her off. It did make sense, she reasoned. Only a woman could really know what another woman would enjoy. She could not get enough of Jessica's tongue inside of her. She reached down between her legs and grabbed a hold of Jessica's hair trying to force as much of her brilliant tongue inside of her as possible. The whole time Rachel was moaning and yelling to the manipulations happening to her.

Rachel was beginning to feel herself coming closer to her climax. Her panting was becoming louder and more harried as Jessica continued to pleasure her. Her grip on Jessica's brown hair was like a vice and her legs began to tighten around Jessica's head in an effort to keep these extraordinary sensations to continue. Jessica knew Rachel was close to cumming and she responded by rubbing her finger over Rachel's clit while she continued to lick her delicious pussy.

"Oh God! Don't stop, Jess! Don't stop! Don't stop! I'm gonna come! I'm gonna come! AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!"

Rachel erupted into the most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced. It felt to her as if she was floating above the bed watching herself go through the most amazing feelings she had ever felt. Rachel could never have known that an orgasm could have been so extraordinary. And through the whole orgasm, Jessica kept right on licking and sucking her pussy lips and tonguing her hole.

As Rachel started to come down from her orgasm, Jessica slowed her pace on Rachel's pussy, but continuing to give her the attention she felt she deserved. While she wanted to take it easy on her, Jessica was determined to bring Rachel to another orgasm in an effort to show Rachel that she was absolutely someone worth having the time and effort spent loving. And with her experience, Jessica still had a couple tricks up her sleeve to make that happen.

Rachel was basking in her afterglow; for a minute or two, she honestly wasn't aware where she was. Slowly, her mind came back to reality. She again felt those pleasurable sensations from between her legs, picked her head up to take a look and was greeted by those big brown eyes of her new lover. A feeling of warmth came over Rachel right then; a strangely familiar feeling that she remembered from a long time ago. It is the feeling she gets when she looks at Marcus every morning; the feeling that she had for her boyfriend before his injury. It only meant one thing to Rachel—she was falling in love with Jessica.

Seeing Rachel had recovered, Jessica took her right hand and sucked on her index and middle fingers, getting them nice and wet for what she had next in store. This time, instead of focusing on Rachel's puffy lips, Jessica took both of her fingers and slowly inserted them into Rachel's box. At the same time, she placed her mouth over Rachel's clit and gently started to lick at her newly sensitive clit.

When Rachel felt the contact of her clit with Jessica's lips, her body nearly jumped of the bed. It was all Jessica could do to maintain contact with Rachel's clit. Though Jessica was bigger than Rachel, the sudden spasm was almost enough for Jessica lose control. Rachel could feel Jessica's fingers filling her up and combined with Jessica directly sucking on her clit had her moaning even louder than before.

Jessica had Rachel approaching her second orgasm in no time. She quickened her pace of her fingers and sucked Rachel's clit in time to her thrusts causing Rachel to moan and scream her approval. Rachel tried to hold off the impending orgasm but failed. She exploded all over; the muscles in her pussy clamping down on Jessica's fingers as though it never wanted those fingers to leave.

Once Rachel was able to relax after her most recent orgasm, Jessica was able to remove her fingers from Rachel's pussy. She crawled her way back on top of Rachel to share in another passionate kiss. Immediately, Rachel could taste herself on Jessica's face and was surprised to find she didn't really mind the taste.

"Rachel, you are incredible. Your boyfriend was such a fool to treat you the way he did," Jessica said. "Now, there is one more thing I want to do for you. Is that ok?"

"After what you just made me feel, you can do whatever you like," Jessica replied.

"I was hoping you would say that. I will be right back," Jessica said. She smoothly got off the bed and walked toward her closet.

Rachel remained on her back on Jessica's bed, softly stroking her sensitive pussy, closely watching Jessica moving boxes on the top shelf, wondering what she was had in mind. The answer came quickly afterward as Jessica removed the last box from the shelf. Jessica opened the box and took out the contents—a black harness with an eight-inch flesh-colored dildo attached to the front of it and a small bottle of lube.

"What is that?," asked Rachel, even though she had a pretty good idea what it was.

Jessica smiled at Rachel's innocence as she carefully stepped through the openings of the harness. She then tightened the harness around her hips, squirted a little bit of the lube into her hand and stroked the plastic dildo, coating its entire length with the lube. Leisurely, Jessica sauntered back over to the bed, her new appendage bouncing slightly as she moved. "Honey, I just want to love you the way you need to be loved. Would you let me do that for you, baby?"

Rachel could not get over how sexy her older lover looked with her strap-on around her gorgeous hips. As Jessica climbed back onto the bed, all remaining reservations were gone in her mind. She knew without a doubt that she would love whatever Jessica was going to do. Right now, at this moment, she needed to feel Jessica inside her. Rachel gave Jessica an almost imperceptible nod, letting both herself and Jessica know she was willing and ready.

Jessica slowly advanced between Rachel's legs on her knees, stroking the plastic phallus in anticipation of what was to come. She rubbed the tip along the length of Rachel's waiting pussy drawing a gasp of anticipation from Rachel. Moving her hips forward just a little, Jessica began to insert the dildo into moist folds in front of her. A long drawn out moan escaped Rachel's mouth as she felt the intrusion in her pussy. Jessica pressed her hips forward slowly but deliberately; she wanted Rachel to be as comfortable as she could be before progressing further.

With every careful thrust, Jessica would feed another inch or two of her dildo into Rachel. As more and more of the dildo slid inside the blonde, Jessica changed to a more comfortable position, from on her knees to lying on top of Rachel. Finally, after a couple more little movements of Jessica's hips, both women felt their hips touching each other's, Jessica's entire shaft now totally inside of Rachel.

"Are you ok?", Jessica whispered.

"Uh huh," Rachel nodded in unabashed pleasure. "Please fuck me, Jess."

Jessica didn't need to be persuaded any further. She began to move her hips over her lover's, using long, slow thrusts to reassure Rachel that this wasn't just some fuck between two strangers. What was happening between the two women was an unspoken act of love that both Rachel and Jessica understood. Rachel wrapped her legs around Jessica's thighs in an attempt to get as much of Jessica inside her. The brunette continued her deliberate pace for a few minutes while she alternated between nibbling Rachel's neck and collarbone. Every once and a while, the two ladies would come together for a sensual kiss that only increased the passion between them. With every stroke of her dildo, Jessica was bringing out the most amazing feelings in Rachel.

"Harder," Rachel pleaded. Jessica obliged by increasing her pace, progressively slamming her dildo faster and faster inside of Rachel. Rachel's body started growing hotter with a light sheen of sweat began to break out along her body as she moved toward her ultimate peak. Each time Jessica's hips thrust downward, Rachel would moan and scream with pleasure. The sound of their hips coming together added to the eroticism of the sensual atmosphere that had been building up in the bedroom.




New Beginnings



Rachel's legs were still tightly wrapped around Jessica's thighs and she began clawing Jessica's back in ecstasy as she neared her orgasm. The closer and closer Rachel got to that impending moment, Jessica began to encourage her to her orgasm.

"Go ahead, baby. Just let go. It's ok. I am here now and nobody will hurt you again. I will always be here for you." And then, after a moment of thought, Jessica said the three words that would change both of their lives, "I love you."

Hearing those words set Rachel off into the stratosphere. Eyes shut incredibly tight from the feelings moving through her, Rachel couldn't help but yell out loud as it was all too much for her to keep inside. Moaning and writhing around on the bed, her orgasm hit impossibly hard. Her ass lifted off the bed as she thrust her hips to Jessica. Her pussy clenched onto the dildo inside of her, not wanting it to let it go. Jessica was in need of an orgasm as well; she was more than content to give Rachel pleasure all night long but seeing her lover in the throes of passion brought on her needs as well. She continued to pump her way through Rachel's orgasm, although it was very difficult as Rachel's small but powerful body was thrashing all about the bed. She felt herself getting closer to her relief, as she continued to thrust and continue Rachel's toward obviously powerful orgasm. Jessica buried her head on Rachel's shoulder, muffling her screams as she drove herself over the edge, her body frozen for a few moments in ecstasy before collapsing on top of her lover.

For the next few minutes, all Rachel and Jessica could do was gather their breath from their exertion. Jessica's strap-on remained inside Rachel as they caressed each other, reveling in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Rachel brought her hand down Jessica's back and hair while Jessica held her hand against Rachel's cheek and kissed the blonde underneath her.

"Oh, Jess...I have never felt...anything like that...before in my life. You are amazing," Rachel panted, clearly still trying to catch her breath.

"No, sweetheart," Jessica responded, "You are amazing and don't you ever, ever forget that."

Rachel smiled, raised her head a little and pecked Jessica on the lips. "By the way," Rachel said, with a tear forming in her eye, "I love you, too."



New Beginnings: Bob and Jolynn Ch. 01







New Beginnings: Bob and Jolynn Ch. 01



"Here she is. We just like to talk."

Bob stood and handed his credit card to Sabrina. "I'll meet you at the door with your receipt."

Bob took Jolynn's arm and led her slowly toward the door as they admired some artwork that they had missed on their way in. Sabrina handed Bob his card and receipt, and they said good night.

As they were standing by the car, Jolynn looked at Bob and said, "You did well. That is exactly the kind of place I wanted to go to with you. We will go there often I think." Bob nodded in agreement.

Bob helped her into the car and then took his place and began to the return trip to the hotel. "Ooops, you are staying at the hotel aren't you?"

"Yes, I thought about staying somewhere else but decided that this hotel was better than anywhere else."

"I never did ask, you were Joy in the back room. Will I still be talking to you there?"

She smiled, "No. Daddy decided I had learned enough back there including some habits he wished I hadn't learned like yelling across the room. So he wanted me to clean up and move to the Marketing Department. So now you can talk to me there, but most probably you will talk to me in person or on the phone at home after work. I don't want to talk to my lover at work."

Bob gulped, "Your lover?

"Yes, that is the first step of course and you're not quite ready for that yet. But if we are long distance, we will do it that way while you get used to me."

"Oh."

"Don't be such a worrier. Trust me."

"I will as soon as I figure you out."

"Well we have all week to make a dent in that. I have some work down here this week, so you can find out what you want to know every evening."

Bob swallowed hard again and turned the car into the hotel drive. "Do you want me to drop you off or escort you to your room?"

"Why how sweet of you to ask; but of course I want you to escort me to my room. That is the only proper way to end our first date."

Bob pulled into a parking place and got out to open the door for her. She took his hand and they walked toward the door. As they approached the entrance, a group of five rather drunk men staggered toward it also. Bob recognized several of them as vultures from the meeting. One of them stepped away from the group and looked them over.

"There you are. So you really did have a date with that loser. You should have come with my friends and me. We know how to show a woman a really good time."

Before Jolynn could answer, Bob pulled her to his other side and stood between her and the drunk. "Billy, why don't you just go to your room and sleep it off before you make a total ass out of yourself."

"I don't want to go to my room. I want to party and I want to party with her."

"Well, take my word for it that is not going to happen tonight or any night."

"Who says?"

"I do."

"Well that doesn't impress me much."

"Well then go sell some bushings to someone."

"I'll have you know I sold more bushings than anyone in the company for the past six months."

"I heard that and I also heard that they had to lay off three people just to break even on your business."

"That's a fucking lie. Who told you that?"

"Your boss."

"You fucking loser." Billy wound up and took a swing at Bob. Bob easily stepped aside still blocking Jolynn.

"Go to your room Billy before you do something stupid."

"You've embarrassed me in front of my friends. Go ahead take that fucking cunt and fuck her all night for all I care. You can tell me about it tomorrow."

Jolynn felt Bob's arm muscles tighten as he prepared to throw a punch. Bob pulled back ready to throw it when he felt a large hard close around his and a deep voice say, "Take your lady to her room, son. He deserves it, but then I'd have to have you fill out three forms and all that stuff. It ain't worth it. I'll take care of him."

Bob's arm relaxed and he turned to look up into the face of a Dallas cop who was at least six inches taller than he was. "Thank you, officer. I thought I could handle it until that last statement."

"I know I heard it all. Twenty years ago, I would have let you take your shot or I would have stepped in and then dragged him around back and taught him some respect. But the price for that these days is too high for both of us. Take her to her room and have a good night."

"Thank you." Bob took Jolynn's arm and led her into the lobby toward the elevators. Once inside, Jolynn pushed 11 and then turned to him. "Now you are also my hero." Bob could not detect any sarcasm in her voice.

"No woman but especially you ever deserves to be called that for any reason." There were still signs of adrenalin pumping in his voice.

In a moment, they were standing outside her door. She turned to him and said, "This is room 1112. Can you remember that?"

"Yes."

"Good, we are now back on the right track again. Pick me up here at 12 tomorrow so we can go to brunch."

Bob thought a moment and then replied, "The place I want to take you for brunch closes at 12. Can you be ready at 11 instead?"

"Sure, but make it at 10 then; I don't want to be rushed. And now you lucky devil," she threw her arms around his neck, "you have earned your first kiss on our first date. And that is special because most Italian girls wait until their second date before giving out a kiss."

"Uh, well....It's been a long time since I held a woman in my arms much less had a kiss."

"Yes, I know, over three years. But I doubt that you have forgotten how."

Bob put his arms around her and pulled her to him. He kissed her tentatively and then relaxed and kissed her with a passion he had forgotten he had. He felt her lips part under his and his tongue naturally slipped gently into the void. He had no idea how long the kiss lasted. All he knew was that it was one of the most memorable ones he had ever had. His lips were tingling from hers. He was also keenly aware of the two breasts pushing into his chest and her abdomen pressing against his.

When she finally pulled back, she looked into his eyes, she said, "Not bad for a first kiss; but I'll bet that it will get even better when we have more time to practice."

"I don't see how it can get any better, but we'll see. We said 10:00, didn't we?"

"No, I'm sure that we agreed on 9:30."

"OK, 9:00 it is. Sleep well." And he kissed her lightly again.

She put the key card in the door and pushed it open. Then she stepped up and gave him a light kiss and stepped inside and closed the door.

Bob wasn't sure how he found his way out of the hotel or the way to his car, but he made it. When he started the car, he was surprised to see that the clock said 3:00. He felt fortunate that his apartment was only a few miles away. He needed to get to bed and relive this evening's events. Silently he thanked Crimini for asking him to go tonight and he drove out of the entry onto the road to home.

Jolynn stepped into her room and leaned back against the door just like in the movies. When she finally stood up, she stripped her dress off. She wasn't wearing a bra. When she reached to remove her panties, she found that they were soaked. She pulled them off and threw them on her dress and ran to the bathroom to get a towel to dry herself. That done she opened her cell phone she found that there were 14 missed calls, the last one less than 10 minutes ago. Without even looking at who had called, she pushed the number 1 speed dial and waited for it to ring.

After three rings, a woman's voice said simple, "Well?"

"He is everything you said he would be and more."

"Tell me."

"Let me just say that when I came in, my panties were thoroughly soaked and all we did was kiss goodnight."

"That's my girl. Now, details."

Jolynn then spent twenty minutes describing the evening including the almost fight. She finished by saying, "Oh and thanks for recommending me to Sabrina. I loved that place. I figured that it must be the place you told me about."

"Wait until you get registered and see what they really have to offer. And isn't Sabrina a doll. If they didn't have that rule about contact with servers, I'd be all over her."

"You would probably have to pull me off before you could get to her."

"Oh goody, I smell a threesome on the horizon."

"Not until she quits."

"Agreed. Are you seeing Bob tomorrow?"

"Of course. We are having brunch and then going shopping."

"Does he know about the shopping yet?"

"No and he doesn't know that he is cooking me dinner yet either."

"Are you going to do the 'I want to know what you like me in' shopping thing with him?"

"You bet."

"OK, I'm traveling tomorrow. I'll call you when I settle but it may be Monday morning."

"Sounds good. And now I better get to sleep so I can be fresh in the morning when he picks me up."

"Don't you have a little itch that needs scratching first?"

"You know me too well. Go to bed. And yes."

They hung up the call. Jolynn saw that it was almost 4:00, but she got her handy friend out of her bag anyway. Then she turned off the lights and curled up in bed. In fact, it took less than five minutes for her friend to do its job and she was asleep shortly thereafter.

Bob nervously walked into the lobby and into the empty elevators. He hadn't gotten to sleep as quickly as he had thought he would. He kept remembered events from last night and he knew for a fact that nothing like that had ever happened to him before. When he had woken up, he found that he had had his first wet dream in years. The shower took care of that. In the light of morning, he had the feeling that it might have been a dream. To make matters worse, he wasn't sure if he wanted it to be a dream or if he wanted it to be real.

When he got to room 1112, there was a note on the door that said "Overslept. The door is open. Come in, there is coffee on the table." He knocked and then opened the door.

"Hello, it's me."

"Damn, right on time; just like a man when a woman isn't ready. Have a seat and a coffee. I promise I won't be long."

Bob chuckled. "Don't worry, we have lots of time." Then in a quieter voice but loud enough for her to hear, "Just like a woman, never ready on time."

"Hey, I heard that. I will punish you later for that sexist remark." But her voice was light and laughing.

Bob poured two cups of coffee and said, "What do you take in your coffee?"

"A little sweetner and some cream. Thank you."

Bob prepared it that way and went to the bathroom door. "I'm opening the door and sticking my hand in with the coffee. I promise not to peek."

"I'm not worried about you peeking, I'm worried about you throwing open the door and barging in before I am ready." The door opened part way from the inside. Bob stuck his hand with the coffee cup inside. A hand took the cup but before he could remove his hand, a pair of lips kissed his palm. "I'll be right out. Thank you. You are a lifesaver." He removed his hand and the door shut.

Bob took a seat and surveyed the room. It was a typical hotel room. The bed looked slept in. There was a stack of clothes on the floor that he recognized from the previous night including a sexy pair of lace panties on top. There was a small open suitcase open on the foot of the bed. He noticed a long cylinder lying on top and grinned to himself. He sipped his coffee.

"Alright, ready or not, here I come."

Bob looked at the bathroom door as it swung open and Jolynn stepped out.

"Holy shit."

"Crap, I'll change." She started back into the bathroom.

"Don't you dare! Turn for me." She did a full circle turn.

"I thought that I had never seen a more beautiful woman than last night, but you have topped that by a fair amount this morning."

"Liar. You must not have gotten much sleep last night and your eyes are still stuck together, but thank you anyway."

"Are you always this grumpy in the morning?"

"Only on the mornings when the guy who is going to marry me walks in and catches me unprepared and I have to rush.... and oh shit." She ran to the suitcase and covered the flesh covered cylinder with some clothing. "You weren't supposed to see that. A girl isn't supposed to let the man she is going to marry know she has a friend until they have been married ten years and he is bored with her."

"Well for one thing I don't have a clue what you are talking about and the second thing is I cannot imagine any man getting bored with you, ever."

"Bull shit, but thank you. Do I really look OK." The last part she asked a little sheepishly.

"I'm really kind of laid back kind of guy who doesn't do the look-at-me scene. And I've always liked women who dress comfortably and nicely for the day. Evening wear for special occasions is nice; but I'd be happy to look at you in your Joy look with jeans, a sweater, and a pony tail. But today when you walked out in that brown wool skirt that matches your hair and that silk blouse that matches your eyes, my toes almost curled."

"That means you were staring at my tits like those other pigs last night."

"You have tits?" Bob answered innocently.

"Boy, are you in deep trouble now. I go to all this effort to make sure you would notice them and you play stupid with me. I've got two strikes to punish you for now."

"OK, you have beautiful breasts. How could I not notice last night and when you walked out a minute ago."

"There I knew you were just like those guys the minute I sat down beside you. So where are you taking me for brunch? I'm really hungry."

"A little out of the way place but it has the best Sunday brunch I know of. Are you ready?"

"No, you haven't kissed me yet."

Bob stood and walked to her and pulled her into his arms. The kiss was very similar to the one last night.

"See you're improving already. I knew you would get better. Now I'm ready to go."

Bob took her arm as she picked up her purse and led her out of the door.

The drive took thirty minutes and they parked in front of a fairly non-descript building with a sign that said "Egg Me On" on the door.

Bob led her inside where Jolynn was assaulted but the most wonderful smell of fresh baked bread and other spicy things. He led her to a brunch bar that was at least twenty feet long. There was bowls of fruit, salad, meats, breads and rolls; lots of bread and rolls. At the end was a man standing behind an array of skillets and pans ready to prepare any egg dish you might want. Jolynn opted for fruit, some bacon, and three kinds of bread with butter and preserves. At the end, she asked for an omelet with mushrooms, peppers, tomatoes, and olives.

Bob followed with a more traditional fruit, sausage, biscuits and gravy plate and asked for scrambled eggs. While their eggs were being prepared, the man making them looked up to Bob and said, "It is good to see you again, Senor Bob. I see the quality of the company you keep has improved since last week."

Bob looked slightly embarrassed.

Jolynn jumped in, "And what kind of company does he usually bring to brunch here?"

The man shrugged, "That's just it. He always comes alone."

"Miguel, don't egg her on. I'm already in trouble with her and I only met her last night."

"But that's my job Bob, eggs." All three of them laughed at the banter.

Bob and Jolynn took their plates to a table and began to eat. After she took her first bite of the omelet, her eyes widened in surprise and she said, "Wow, that is the best tasting omelet I have ever tasted. What does he put in there?"

"He only puts in there what you asked for but he puts a seasoning in the egg batter that gives it that distinctive taste. And don't ask, he'd sell his wife before he would give up the recipe. And his wife is almost as beautiful as you are. She's in back somewhere I suspect."

"Well maybe we can tie him up and beat it out of him."

"I already thought about that and decided that there was no way."

They ate quietly; Jolynn savored every bite. As they were finishing, they heard a shriek, and a woman's voice holler, "Miguel, you pig. Why didn't you tell me Bob was here?"

"Because I wanted him to eat in peace with his new lady."

'"Well I haven't met her yet, but I know she isn't good enough for him." Bob almost choked. Jolynn grinned at his embarrassment. Then there was a slender Hispanic woman standing next to them looking over Jolynn with a careful eye. "Ok, she is probably good enough for him, but only if she can cook."

Miguel hollered back, "What difference does that make? You don't cook."

"That's different. If I were with Bob, we would just order room service."

She leaned over and hugged Bob and gave him a big kiss on the cheek. Bob cleared his throat.

"Now that you've made me look really, really bad; Jalissa, this is Jolynn. Jolynn, this is Jalissa, Miguel's wife."

"It's nice to meet you Jalissa but I hate to tell you that I don't cook much. But I'm not worried, I hear that that he is a good cook."

"Oh well that makes all the difference. A woman needs a man who can cook for her. That's why I keep Miguel around."

"That and the fact that he worships the ground you walk on and that you miss him if he goes to the bathroom." Bob replied.

"Ok, there are a few other reasons I keep him around. So are you two serious and going to get married?"

"Well, I told him that last night when we met but I guess I'll just have to wait until he comes around and believes that it is true." Jolynn said.

"Bob, trust me, if you don't ask her to marry you before you go to bed tonight you are just like all of the other pig men out there."

"Thank you, Jalissa."

"No problem."

Just then Miguel stepped up to the table and pulled Jalissa away.

"What are you trying to do, ruin their chances? Get away from them."

"What is wrong with you? He is A1, First Class and so is she. They deserve each other. Besides, you asked me to marry you less than twenty four hours after we met. So don't you want them to have what we have?"

Bob stepped in by saying, "Don't try to answer that Miguel. Whatever you say will be wrong and you will be making the tamales at Easter."

Everyone broke up at that.

"Ok, Mister Bob, that settles it. We have brunch here every Sunday I'm in town."

"You won't get an argument from me." Bob replied.

"You don't live here?" Jalissa asked.

"Not yet. He hasn't asked me to marry him or move in with him or anything yet. I live in St. Louis."

"Take my word for it; don't move in with him until you have a ring on your finger. He will just use you."

"But you said he asked you less than twenty four hours after you met him?" 

"How do you think I got him to ask me?" Jalissa broke out into a huge smile.

Miguel responded, "Bob, my friend, I think you better get Jolynn out of here before Jalissa starts putting some of her extreme ideas in her head."

"I think you may be right Miguel, but I was afraid that Jolynn might be a bad influence of Jalissa." 

The two men shook hands while Jalissa and Jolynn hugged. Jalissa whispered in Jolynn's ear, "Take care of him. He is very special." Jolynn replied, "I know and I will." They gave each other a kiss.

As they reached the door to leave, Jolynn turned back and hollered, "Goodbye, sorella."

Jalissa hollered back, "Goodbye, hermana."

When they got in the car, Bob finally asked, "What did you call Jalissa?"

"I said 'Goodbye sister' in Italian; she replied with 'Goodbye sister' in Spanish."

"You two are quite a pair."

"Yes and wait until we get to know each other better."

"I don't think I want to know. So I've taken you to brunch, where am I taking you now? May I ask?"

"Yes, you may. We are going shopping."

"Somehow I was expecting that. Any place special?"

"I'll assume that the first part was a sexist slur with a silent groan attached. You really are in trouble now. I've heard about a new place that's kind of like a mall but it isn't a closed mall; the Highlands. Have you heard of it?"




New Beginnings: Bob and Jolynn Ch. 01



"Yes and I know right where it is too. I would much rather go there than to feel trapped indoors. And to be honest, I was expecting you to say shopping but I wasn't groaning. Actually I am looking forward to it."

In surprise, Jolynn exclaimed, "You are a shopper? I never would have guessed it."

"No, not really. I just think I would enjoy spending time looking around with you to see what you like?"

"I was thinking the exact same thing but about you. Lead on, McDuff."

It took thirty minutes to get to the place Bob mentioned. There they strolled through both men's and women's stores and found that their taste in clothing was surprisingly similar even when it came to colors. They stopped for a coffee at around 1:30 and continued. By 2:30, they had each bought two shirts and Jolynn had bought one skirt. They had agreed on all of the purchases. It seemed that Jolynn leaned a little more to red while Bob was more into earth tones.

Finally, Jolynn led him to a lingerie store; she had saved it for last. When they entered, she led him to the middle of the store and said, "OK, first, panties. What do you think you will like on me, not that you are ready to see them yet."

"That is easy, I'm not concerned so much by style, but I would pick anything delicate and lacy for you. 

She pulled him to a table containing a variety of styles and colors of panties, mostly all or partially made of lace. Once there she said, "Pick two, size medium."

She watched as Bob fingered through the piles without the embarrassment she might have expected. After a few moments, he handed her two pair. One was a bikini style in white while the other was a boy short in emerald green. She smiled inside because he had picked two that she did not already have a similar pair but she really liked the style.

"Don't worry about bras. I don't usually wear them."

"I noticed."

"Good boy, you are learning fast. The nighties are over here. Pick two, also medium."

Bob looked around carefully and thoughtfully for several minutes. He lifted two off of the rack and put them back. Jolynn noticed that he wasn't looking at the gauzy see through things that most men seemed to want their women to wear. He finally selected a light green, knee length silk shift with a generous cleavage and a lace cover and a similar light brown one that had a much lower cut in back and straps running from the back over the shoulder to the front. She judged that both were tastefully sexy and would be quite comfortable.

"You did very well sir. I would certainly wear anything and everything you chose with pride. I will also tell you know that I usually don't wear nighties or anything else to bed. But I need something to wear when we start sleeping together until you have earned the right to unwrap the goodies inside."

Bob just grinned. He had figured out that there was no use in being embarrassed at what Jolynn said.

"And because you made such great choices, I will let you buy them for me so that you will know that you dressed my most intimate parts." She leaned up and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. Bob took the items and started toward the register but stopped.

"If that is the case..." he took a detour back by the panty counter and picked up two more pair, another bikini and another boy short. The bikini was black and the boy short was a rich brown with a red ribbon around the waist. Then he walked up to the counter and paid for it. Jolynn felt a tingle when she saw that he was not the least intimidated by the entire experience.

"For my lady." Bob held out a pink box tied off by a red ribbon.

"For me?" Jolynn feigned complete surprise. "Thank you, I wasn't expecting a present today."

"Like hell." She smiled smugly as he led her out the door and back to the car.

"I guess I ought to ask what you might like for dinner so we can work the afternoon towards that."

"Oh I was thinking seafood."

"Great choice. Did you have anywhere in mind?"

"Absolutely, we can go there now."

"Where is this place?"

"You ought to know, you're cooking and we're eating at your place. It is time for me to inspect your bachelor pad."

"I knew that I should have never told you that I liked to cook."

"Oh but you should have. How else would I have been able to get you to take me to your place without dirty thoughts going through your head?"

"How do you know they aren't anyway?"

"I know because I trust you completely."

"Maybe you shouldn't."

Jolynn just smiled.

"We will have to stop at the market. I always get fresh seafood rather than keep it frozen. And we can get a loaf of bread since I haven't had time to bake any this week. And probably a bottle of wine that will go with seafood. Is that alright with you?"

Jolynn struggled to keep her amazement under control. She thought, "He bakes bread! He cooks fresh fish! He asks me if it alright? What does this boy not do right?" She knew that there was one thing that she had decided to wait a little while to find out but now felt that it might not wait for long.

"You're driving, lead me. I'm yours."

"I told to be careful about that. You might regret it."

"After 18 hours, I'm pretty sure that I won't regret anything with you."

Bob drove to the market which proved to be a deli. Jolynn squealed when she saw some of the offerings which included some of her favorite Italian products. Bob bought the fish, wine, and bread. Jolynn bought two bags of other things. They bickered over who was going to pay for the extra things and it was only when Jolynn threatened him with another punishment that Bob relented.

From there it was only a five minute drive to his apartment. It was in an older complex but looked very well maintained and appeared to be quiet. They carried the things inside and into the kitchen where Bob put the refrigerator things away.

"Time for the tour. Lead on, guide." Jolynn announced.

Bob said, "There isn't much to see really. This is the kitchen."

"I never would have guessed."

"Over here is the dining area. It opens into the living room." The living room was quite large and very nicely decorated.

"So this is where you hold your wild bachelor parties which by the way will cease. How many women have graced this room?"

"Counting the present occupant, exactly two."

"And who might this other slut be who has been here?"

"Well she might be slut, but I don't know. My landlord, who is a woman, brought a repair crew in one day while I was at work. Does she count?"

"No, I guess not."

"This is the bathroom."

"Ooh, the shower is big enough for two."

"And finally, this is my bedroom."

Jolynn burst past him and walked to the bedroom looking around. "And how many women have you shared this bed with?"

Bob looked at her with a serious look and answered quietly, "One."

"That was expected and accepted." She walked to the closet kicking herself for being so stupid. She opened the door and found that it was full of clothes very similar to what they had been looking at.

She turned back into the room and looked at Bob in the eyes which had returned to their previous lightness. 

"Do you want to explain that big wet spot in the center of the bed?"

Bob's face turned fire engine red in a second and he began stuttering.

"Uh.. er.. Hmmm.... Well.. Oh shit, I couldn't help it. Someone was teasing the crap out of me last night and well it just happened."

"Poor excuse, but I guess that sort of makes us even. Where are you clean sheets?"

He pointed to a linen closet behind the door and asked, "Why?"

"Go start dinner and don't worry. A glass of white wine would be nice, by the way."

She shoved Bob out the door and shut it behind him. She went to the bed and stripped the sheets. Fortunately, he had a mattress pad and it didn't leak through. The bed was of good quality and the mattress was comfortable. She went and got the clean linens and carefully made the bed. When she was finished, both sides of the bed were turned down and the pillows fluffed. Since she didn't know where to put the dirty laundry, she rolled the old sheets into a ball and put them by the door. Then she washed her hands and went back to the living room where she found Bob sitting on the sofa with two glasses of wine on the table in front of him.

"I thought you were cooking."

"The fish is marinating for about half an hour. So I thought we'd share a glass of wine. You didn't change the sheets, did you?"

She smiled coyly at him.

"I don't know what I'm going to do with you?"

"I already told you and so did Jalissa."

"That's what I expected you to say."

"OK, I'll say something different. I really like your choice in furniture and decorating. This isn't your usual bachelor pad."

Bob looked at her again with that look. "The decorating is mine but I had help with the furniture." Jolynn looked at his eyes and at the expression on his face.

"Close your eyes please." She said simply. He did. She leaned over and placed her mouth next to his ear.

"I will never ask you about her. If you want to talk to me about her, I am eager to listen. I will not compete with her nor come between you and your memories. I am only interested in being part of your future memories. She must have been a marvelous woman to have earned the love you show for her. Maybe someday...." Then she kissed him on his cheek. There were tears running down his face when he said, "Thank you." She wrapped her arms around his neck and just held him. Several minutes later, she felt him sigh and then say, "I think I need to check the marinade." She released him and he stood and walked into the kitchen. She sat and waited.

"Are you ready for a refill?" his strong light voice had returned.

"Are you serving or do I have to come get it?"

"If you want it, you have to come get it."

"Damn men."

"I heard that and I will punish you for that when the time comes."

"Promises, promises."

She entered the kitchen to find him spooning marinade over the fish. The chilled bottle was on the counter, so she walked over and poured herself a glass and refilled his glass also. She turned to go back to the living room, when she heard, "Stop. Turn around. Two steps forward." She complied and found herself directly in front of him.

"Arms around my neck." She did. He leaned forward and devoured her lips with his own. His tongue sought hers and found it. When they broke the kiss, Jolynn still had her arms around his neck and said, "Thank God. I was wondering what a girl had to do to get a kiss in this bachelor's pad. Every kiss I've had I had to ask for until now. And where were your hands and arms during that kiss?"

"They have fish and marinade all over them and I couldn't wait until I got them clean."

"And do you think I care?"

"Probably not but I care, at least not with you wearing that blouse. Another one maybe, not that one."

"Well come see me when you get your hands clean."

"Don't go; sit in here with me while I cook."

"Do I have to?"

"No, of course not." He sounded a little disappointed.

"Good, then I'll stay." She pulled herself up and sat on the counter near him.

He smiled and went back to work.

They chatted about inane things until the food was ready. Jolynn set the table and they ate. Jolynn praised his cooking profusely for which he expressed his gratitude.

Afterwards, they poured an after dinner glass of wine. Bob sat on the sofa and Jolynn sat next to him. In less than fifteen minutes, she was lying on her back with her head on his lap. She made sure that her back was arched upward.

They continued their chatter. At one point Jolynn said, "I do believe that you are staring at my tits again."

"And exactly how would you suggest that I not stare? They are sitting up so nicely with your nipples stretching the material trying to get out."

"Well you could close your eyes?"

"Not even a remote chance of that happening."

"Then perhaps I ought to hide them." She paused. Then she reached for his hand and placed it over her breast.

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Well I have to hide them from those nasty eyes of yours. Besides, I know that your fingers wouldn't take advantage of this situation."

"Do you have any idea what you are doing to me?"

"I can't hear you. There's something hard and pointy sticking in my ear. Now shut up."

Shortly after that, Jolynn lifted her wine glass and promptly spilled half of it on her blouse. 

"Oh shit," she said sitting up.

Bob hopped up and ran to the kitchen and brought a towel back to mop up the spill.

"Do you want me to take you back to the hotel to change?"

"Hell no, I've got a perfectly good new blouse out in the car. I'm not ready to leave you yet. Give me your car keys please." He did and she ran out the door to the car. She came back hugging the box that they had bought. "I'll go change."

"I'll make you a Nutty Irishman."

"What's that?"

"A late night drink made with coffee and some other stuff. I think you'll like it."

"OK, I'll be right out."

He smiled as he perked up the coffee and poured the Fra Angelica and Irish Cream. When the coffee was ready, he poured it and added the whipped cream. He carried it toward the living room and stopped. Jolynn sat there dressed in the in the light brown night gown. He felt his tongue thicken in his mouth. Words were not there to be said.

She looked up innocently, "Is there something wrong?"

He stumbled, "Yes. My ability to speak."

"Your naughty boy eyes are talking for you. Come sit down, right here." She patted the seat next to her.

He followed her instructions to a T.

"Oh this is good, really good." She said as she sipped her coffee. "You can make me one of these every night before bed."

"Gladly."

They drank their coffee silently.

"I hate to say this but, I've got to take you back to the hotel. I've got to get to bed because I have a busy day tomorrow."

"So you want me to go change again?"

"Hell no! But I think you better or I'll really get in trouble, big trouble."

'OK , if you insist." She stuck her lower lip out like a two year old. She stood and walked slowly toward the bedroom. She made sure that her hips swayed and felt that his eyes were glued exactly where she wanted them to be."

When she entered the bedroom, Bob stood, shook his head and adjusted his pants. He took their dishes to the kitchen and just stacked them in the sink. He knew that he wouldn't be able to do them until he got home from work, but he would not have traded this day for anything else. When he was finished, he went to the bedroom door and said. "Are you ready?"

"Can you help me? I have a problem." The voice came through the door.

He opened it and stepped into the room which was surprisingly dim. "What's the problem?"

"You have too many clothes on. Take them off; well all of them except your shorts. Those stay on."

He turned and found her still in the brown nightie that he had bought for her but she was lying in the middle of his bed with the covers up to her waist.

He walked to the bed and looked down at her seriously, "Jolynn, what are you doing?"

"I'm rewarding the most unique and special man I have ever met. Besides you need practice kissing. Now get those clothes off and get in bed."

Bob sighed and then unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. An "Ooo" came from the bed. He undid his pants and let them drop. He heard applause. And then, "Which side of the bed do you sleep on?"

"I usually sleep in the center."

"Goody, we get to snuggle. Now get that cute ass of yours in bed."

Bob slowly walked to the bed with his eyes directly locked onto Jolynn's. She pulled back the sheets for him and he slipped in.

She said "Turn to me." He rolled over to face her.

"Bob, we aren't ready for sex yet. I know that I have teased you unmercifully since last night. I know that we both are so ready to jump each other that neither of us can stand it. But tonight, I want to hold you and kiss you and hold you and have you hold me while we sleep. Can you do that? If not, maybe you should take me back to the hotel."

"Shut up and kiss me." Her smile lit up the room and she pressed her body against his. Before she put her lips on his, she said, "You sure do know how to treat a girl." And her lips were on his.

They held and kissed for over an hour before he said, "Roll over, I want to hold you in my arms while we sleep."

"Oh shit, you know how to make a girl tingle." She rolled over and pressed her body back against him fully aware of a stiff rod probing her lower back.

She felt his arms around her and his hand resting gently against her breast and knew that that this was what she wanted, no, needed. This was right. She drifted off to sleep with a smile on her face.

In the morning and in his half awake state, Bob was vaguely aware that something was missing. He was aware that he was in his bed that he had slept in for thousands of nights; but something was missing. Slowly his senses began to gel into a coherent feeling and that feeling was that he was alone. He frowned.

Suddenly there was a light in the room but it wasn't from a lamp. The glow came through the door in a light brown haze and settled next to him. Now things began to feel right again for Bob.

"I have coffee for you honey. And a sweet roll."

Bob opened his eyes slowly and saw a large cup of coffee with a smiling face hovering over it. He smiled.

"Thank you, but I really need a kiss but I have bad morning breath."

"Sit still; I have the solution for that."

She ran out of the room and all Bob could think was "What an ass?" But it was still early in the day and all of his senses weren't fully functioning yet.

She came back in the room and handed him a glass with a red fluid. "Swirl some of that around your mouth." She did the same. "Now chew on this." She slipped something in his mouth. First, he realized that the fluid was wine and after the first bite, he knew that the tablet was a clove of garlic. Then her lips were on his and her tongue was deep in his mouth.

She pulled back, "See. Italian mouthwash, works every time." 

He just had to laugh. "You are a nut."

"And the problem is?"

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing at all."

They drank their coffee quietly, just enjoying the moment together. Finally he asked, "Was I a good boy last night?"

"Oh you were very good. I can only think of a couple of things that you could do better and those will happen soon." She paused a moment. "Am I been too hard on you?"

He thought for a moment and said, "No. You had to get my attention and you certainly did that. You showed me that there was still a life out there and you did that. Hard? No. Confusing? Absolutely. But I will warn you, I can get very hard on you if I choose to do so."

"Ooo, I can't wait."

"I guess I better get showered so I have time to take you to the hotel before I go to work. I have an 8:00 meeting."

"Oops, I guess I forgot to tell you. I'm borrowing your car today. So I'm taking you to work and I'll pick you up when you are through."

He looked at her smiling face and couldn't help but shake his head. "You forgot to tell me."

"OK, don't be mad at me. I planned all night to steal your car and sell it before you got off work."

"Kiss me, you idiot."

She virtually lunged into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. The kisses lasted for more than ten minutes. When she broke the kiss she said, "I wish that you would take that thing out of your pocket. It keeps jabbing me."

"Sorry but I don't have any pockets."

"Go take your shower, you naughty boy."

Jolynn dropped off Bob at his work and drove to the hotel, then to the store, then back to Bob's apartment. Two hours later, she left the apartment and met an older man for a late lunch. She then drove to the place where Bob worked and went inside. At 4:00, Bob noticed his car in the parking lot, but couldn't find Jolynn anywhere. At 5:00, he was studying a print when he felt a warm hand on his shoulder.




New Beginnings: Bob and Jolynn Ch. 01



"Time to go, big boy."

Without looking up he asked, "And how did you get into my office?"

"That's easy. I have low friends in high places. Now get your jacket and let's go. I'm hungry....and I want dinner too."

Bob groaned but he got up and followed Jolynn out the front door and to the car. He held out his hand for the keys.

"Nope, get in I'm driving."

With a surprise on his face, Bob went to the passenger side and got in. Jolynn put the car in gear and spun the wheels on the gravel parking lot as they left.

"Did you need to do that?"

"Oh yes, I wanted everyone at your work to think that you were eager to take that hot chick you were with somewhere and do bizarre things with her. Your reputation will sky rocket."

She drove three blocks and pulled into a parking lot.

"Why are we stopping?"

"Why do you think, doofus? I haven't had a kiss in almost 8 hours. Get those lips over here."

"Yes ma'am."

"Ooo, I like that in a man."

They each leaned over the center console and sought each other's lips. For several minutes there was a tangle of lips and tongues both of which seemed intent on dominating the other. When they broke, it was a draw and their eyes declared that a rematch would take place.

"Where are we going?"

"I'm taking you out to dinner. Do you need to stop at home?

"Well, I would like a quick shower and change. I had to spend some time in the shop today and probably smell like a goat."

"I thought you smelled very manly myself. I was going to ask if you had new cologne."

"Hydraulic fluid doesn't qualify as cologne."

"Hey, you never know what turns a girl on."

"With a certain girl I know, I thought she stayed in a state of perpetual ON."

"Only when in the presence of certain people."

Jolynn maneuvered through the traffic and arrived at the apartment at 5:30. She led the way and opened the door and ushered him in.

"Go make your smelly body clean."

"Not until I rub some of it off on you."

"You wouldn't dare."

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Then he released her.

"Oh you brute, you forced yourself on me and now I'm going to smell like hydraulic fluid all night."

"I love the smell of hydraulic fluid myself. I put it on almost every day."

"Oh OK, that's different. Now go." She turned him toward the hall and swatted his butt. She went to the kitchen.

From the back of the house she heard a muffled "Jolynn, what is this?"

She smiled and poured two glasses of wine and sauntered slowly down the hall.

"What honey?" she asked in her sweetest voice.

"I said, what is this?"

"Oh this, well I think that it is my suitcase. I couldn't find a place to put it."

"That's what I was thinking it was. Do you want to explain why it is here?"

"No, it doesn't need an explanation." She went too him and began unbuttoning his shirt.

"And the bed is made and the dirty laundry is gone. Do you want to explain that?"

"No, it doesn't need one either." She pulled his shirt off and tossed it in the corner.

He took her by the shoulders and held her at arm's length. Then in his softest voice he asked, "What is going on, Ms Cremona?"

Jolynn reached in and began unbuttoning his pants and let them drop. "I think the plan is for you to take a quick shower so I can take you to dinner."

She reached over, grabbed the waist band of his under wear and pulled down until they were on top of his pants. "Step. Step again. Turn. Go take your shower." Bob just shook his head and walked to the bathroom and started the shower. Just as he was about to step in, Jolynn entered.

"You forgot your wine." She placed in on the counter. "And you forgot something else too."

"What was that?"

"A girl likes a kiss once in awhile."

She stepped up to him and pressed her body against his naked one. Her lips sought his and found no resistance on his part. Her hands encircled his waist and rested on his ass cheeks. When they broke the kiss, he looked her in the eyes.

"You could join me in the shower and get that hydraulic fluid off of you."

"No, I don't think so. I already showered and dressed." She kissed his lips again.

"Has it crossed your mind that you are fully dressed and I am stark naked."

"Oh I am very well aware of that. I like it. I may let you sleep naked tonight in fact."

"And you?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" She kissed him again. "You better get in the shower."

"I would but you seem to have a hold of me."

"That's right; I have to let you go, don't I? Hmm that's a tough decision to make. OK, the shower it is." She patted each cheek of his ass and stepped back. She smiled broadly when she saw Bob in all of his glory.

He just stood there letting her look while his eyes tried to look inside her and read what was going on in her mind.

She looked up at him and said, "Don't try so hard. I'm not crazy and besides it doesn't look like you are objecting too hard. Or maybe you aren't objecting but you are still hard." She reached her hand out and gently ran her hand along his entire length. "Shower!" And she walked out. 

Once back in the bedroom, she started shaking. Nikki had been able to find out an awfully lot about Bob except a few things. She had now answered two out of the three unknowns and she eagerly looked forward to finding out about the third. She said a quick prayer of thanks for bringing this man into her life and that he was even better than she had hoped he would be. She also prayed for patience so she didn't screw up a good thing.

After she left, Bob stood there and stared at the door. Something like this had never happened to him before; it even made most of his fantasies seem pale in comparison. She had taken control of his life in a matter of days. And the thing that surprised him was that he didn't care. Actually he did care very much but he was happy to go for the ride to see where it would lead. He had even surprised himself that he let her strip him naked without resistance and kiss him and hold him and touch him when he had only glimpsed parts of her and only touched her over her clothing. There was no doubt that they wanted to devour each other, but she seemed to be walking a thin line and he was willing to give her space even if 90% of his body demanded that he attack. But he also realized that he needed to step up a little and take some initiative. That is what he resolved to do as he finally stepped into the shower.

Twenty minutes later, he walked into the living room wearing one of his new shirts. He found her sitting on the couch also wearing one of her new blouses and the new skirt. They looked like they were a matched set.

"I noticed that there are some clothes hanging in my closet that weren't there this morning and I don't think they will fit me."

"I didn't think you would mind. I didn't want to be stuck in that damn hotel and based on last night, I didn't think you wanted me there either. So I sort of checked out and brought my stuff over her. And I guess you are stuck with me until Sunday. Are you OK with that?" She had started out boldly but as she spoke, she became less and less bold until the last phrase came out rather sheepishly.

"Well let's see. Stand. Turn. Here. " He put his arms around her. "Kiss. So let me see if I have this straight. You decided to just move in here knowing full well that we would be sleeping together, dressing together, eating together, sharing a car, sharing morning breath, and dirty clothes." She nodded with a coy smile at each statement. "You decided this without consulting with me because you assumed that I was OK with it." She nodded but with less coy and more apprehension. "And you expect me to accept this without question, without regard to a certain growing hunger that might erupt at any time, and without knowing what your expectations are or what the consequences might be. Is that correct?"

She nodded but with a very timid look and a weak "Yes."

He paused for several seconds with a thoughtful look on his brow. She sat still suddenly fearful that she had pushed too fast and too far. A sense of impending doom started to build within her. Finally he began.

"Now that that is clear between us, I agree that this is far more desirable than any other alternative. This is now our place." She started to jump to her feet and run to him, but he said "Stop." She sat back down.

"I have several other things to say. They will be hard for me to admit and they may embarrass you, so if you don't want to hear them, tell me now." She remained silent.

"Since you didn't say stop, here I go. First, I may be the luckiest man on earth and for the life on me I don't know what I have done to deserve it. Some men find true love once and have it for their entire life. Some men never find it. Many men find it and are so terrified of it that they run. I was one of the lucky ones. I found it and I knew it. Ellen wasn't a part of my life; she was my life. She had me for her entire life. Unfortunately, I wasn't so lucky. A part of me died with her. I felt like I had had my one and only and that that would be enough for the rest of my life even if I was alone. But something happened; you walked into my life- full of energy, full of life, full of everything I had and felt with Ellen. I am almost afraid to admit it even to myself, but I think that I may be one of those rare men who find it twice in their life. Last week I would have denied the possibility; today I hope against hope that I am right. I will not compare you to Ellen but you are very similar in many ways and very different is many others. I am just asking you to realize that you hold a very fragile heart in your hands. Play with me as you do but recognize that trifling with me could destroy me." She started to speak but he held up his hand.

"Second, you seem to know so much about me but I don't know what you know so here is something that may be new. I have only had sex with two women in my life. One was a very forgettable one in high school. The second was as you might guess almost too unbelievable for words. My third will take place soon I think, no I hope. The thought of this both excites me beyond words but it also intimidates me beyond words. I am telling you this because I will probably need patience from you but when we do, I can promise that you will have everything I have to give."

"Last, as I said you know a lot about me and I barely know your name. Starting tonight I want to start knowing you and I want to get it from the source. You can't tell me everything in one night or even in a month. But I want to hear everything- the good, the bad, the ugly. Take your time and tell me what I need to know when you are ready for me to know it; but please don't hold back. I am not judgmental; I just want to know you. There, I have said what I wanted to say. You may be ready to pack your bags and leave. If so, I will let you go with a heavy heart, but I will let you go. If you stay, we may stumble some, but I am OK with that as long as you are."

He fell silent and stood still. Jolynn sat and stared at him in wonder. She could not believe that she had heard what she had just heard. She had never heard of man who could or would open himself like that, but she had just experienced it. Finally she stood up and walked up to him and put her arms around his neck.

"Robert Collins, a week ago I sat in St. Louis with a notebook of information about you and thought that you were the most unique man I had ever heard of. I told myself that I loved you. Saturday night, I met you for the first time in person but I was fully prepared to run and hide if you rejected me. But you didn't reject me. You let me into your life. I expected it to take weeks or maybe months, but it only took hours. By the time I went back to my room that night, I knew I loved you. And just now you have handed me your heart and I was like you, elated beyond all common sense and also terrified of what I might do to you if I screw up. And now I am completely and undeniably in love with you. Yes, I have a lot to tell you about me. Most of it is just news updates. But there are a couple of things that will be hard to say and perhaps even harder for you to hear. But I committed to myself that you would hear them when the time came. I couldn't go on with you without you knowing them whether you accept them or not. We will start tonight and we will start with whatever you want to know first." She melted into his arms and kissed him like it was their first kiss.

When the kiss broke, they looked at each other. Finally Bob said, "I don't know about you but right now I feel both exhausted but also energized. But I am also hungry as hell. Someone stole my car and I couldn't go to lunch today. And some one promised to take me to dinner tonight but she is dawdling around."

"Dawdling? Here I am sitting, listening to this man pour out his soul while all he really is thinking of is his stomach. And I am dawdling? Get your ass, and a very cute ass it is I now know for a fact, get your ass out the door now. I will start teaching you to appreciate Italian food tonight. That is mandatory training for all non-Italians."

"But I love Italian food!"

"You have never had Italian food. You have had pizza and some wilted pasta with catsup all over it and thought that that was the real deal. Tonight, you will have an Italian meal, so get ready for the experience of your life."

"It will rank a poor second to the experience I am really looking forward to, I am sure."

"Don't count on it lover boy. You can't enjoy the Italian girl without the food first."

Jolynn drove quickly and efficiently and before Bob realized it they were parked in shopping area and heading to a small restaurant nestled between two real estate offices. They were soon seated with a glass of red wine in front of them.

"Now lover boy, your first lesson. An Italian meal isn't like an American one. We will be here for at least three hours if we rush. First, will be the antipasta which you would call the appetizers. We talk, eat an appetizer, we drink wine. We are winding down from the day talking about day-to-day things. About an hour more or less from now we will have soup and salad. Thirty minutes later we have the pasta. Thirty minutes after that we have the main course which tonight will be chicken. Then we will have coffee and dessert. After the salad we can talk about more serious issues if there are any to discuss. When pasta comes we give thanks for all of the blessings we have. The main course, which is much smaller than you are used to, is time to be light and playful. Dessert is time to talk about tomorrow. It varies some from family to family or from region to region. But that is the essential Italian meal. No rush, plenty of food but spread out over the evening. Lots of talk and sharing and yes arguing. And finally a slow down and then bed time."

"Wow. I had heard about long Italian meals but that is the first time I had heard about it all. How did you find a restaurant that doesn't want to feed you and kick you out in thirty minutes or less?"

"Actually, that's pretty easy especially in larger towns. Every Italian knows the secret. You go to the yellow pages to restaurants. You cross out everyone that says pizza, delivery, or some of those buzz words. They are there for Americans. Then you call the ones that are left and ask what their house wines are. If they are well-known or American, you keep going. There are certain Italian wines that aren't well known to most but are well-known to Italians families. They aren't necessarily expensive, but they can be hard to find in most liquor stores. That was why I was so thrilled at the deli last night. The wine I bought was Italian and most of the other things are part of every Italian home. I already had decided that we would need them at home."

"You decided did you?"

"Hey you are very fortunate. The kitchen belongs to the woman. A man never cooks in an Italian home. A woman feels like a failure if she can't feed her family well. I will allow you in my kitchen since you like to cook so much."

"Your kitchen? What about our kitchen?"

"That's OK by me when we are here, but when you come to St Louis with me, it is my kitchen at my place or at my parent's house. OK?"

"I can live with that."

"Good. But I ought to tell you that when I did the dishes this morning, I may have rearranged things a little. Just ask if you can't find what you are looking for."

"I get the feeling that I won't even recognize it when we get home."

"I like the sound of that, 'when we get home.' That gives me tingles. And you will be able to recognize it silly. I didn't have enough time to re-paint it."

"That figures. Dear Lord besides the best thing that has happened to me in years, what else do you have in store for me?"

"You are supposed to wait for pasta to say thanks."

"OK, Lord. I get the message."

They laughed and chatted until Jolynn asked, "OK my lord and master, what is the foremost thing you want to know about me?"

"Start at the beginning and stroll through your life and tell me what I need to know but end up on how you found out all of that stuff about me."

"I was afraid that you would want that. But you will find out soon enough, so let's go."

Jolynn told about her childhood in St Louis growing up on the Hill. She talked about her school years and going to SMU and her sorority. She talked about graduating and joining the family business. Finally she started on what he really wanted to find out.

"When I started at the company, I was in the accounting area because of my college experience. Then Papa put me in engineering to learn about the products. I started seeing your name on a lot of the drawings and then I started talking to you on the phone. One night I asked Papa about you. I have never seen him as animated as he was about you. He told me some stuff but said I ought to talk to Uncle Julio about you. As it happens, Uncle Julio was in town the next week so we had lunch and I asked about you. An hour later I knew about Ellen and how you had lost so much. I learned about how you were as an employee and how important you were to the company."

"Excuse me for butting in, but it sounds like your Uncle Julio knows me."

"Oh he does, you just haven't figured it out yet. My Uncle Julio is your boss Jay Crimini."

Bob sat there with his mouth wide open unable to speak. Jolynn let that sink in a moment.

"OK, here is the brief story. Papa and Uncle Julio started Cremona Brothers in St. Louis. Papa was into the design of the machines. Uncle Julio was into the components and parts. Things were going well until Uncle Julio's wife, Gina, became ill. The doctors advised him to move her to some place warm and less humid. Papa and Julio decided that he should move to Dallas and start making the parts here and Papa would build the machine and ship them from St Louis. This was back in the fifties. So that was how Julio got started here. Well he had to get a business license here and as you know his hand writing is somewhere between unintelligible and indecipherable, the clerks couldn't read his writing so the papers were made out in the name Crimini. Papa and Uncle Julio had a good laugh over it and just left it rather than getting it changed."

"It proved to be a lucky choice because a couple of years later, some of Cremona's competitors started coming to Uncle Julio to make parts for them, something they would never do if they had know is was Cremona. So both Crimini and Cremona prospered. By the way I didn't learn about all of this until three years ago."

"Now the story about you and me start coming together. My curiosity about you continued to grow. I really looked forward to you calling. I even called you several times to ask some inane question but all I really wanted to do was talk to you. You helped me to understand a lot of things when I was getting started in engineering. You were patient with me and explained things so I could understand. In any event, I have a friend who lives down here named Nikki, you will meet her soon. I started telling her about you and she accused me of falling for someone who I had never met and didn't know anything about. I denied it of course but Nikki knows me too well. She offered to look you up quietly and find out what she could for me. I was embarrassed to say yes but I agreed. Now Nikki has sources who have sources and she can find out anything about just about anybody. Don't ask me who because I don't know. But about two months later she brought me a package, let's see this was about three months ago now. The package was a notebook, a 3" notebook on you. There were pictures, notes, write-ups, maps, a copy of your high school and college diploma, in short, more than you can imagine." She paused for a moment and sipped her wine.




New Beginnings: Bob and Jolynn Ch. 01



"I felt guilty going through it but of course I got over that guilt. The more I read, the more intrigued I became. By now I really was feeling like I was in love. Nikki teased me until she realized how deep I was into you. Then she started doing what she does best, she started helping me and encouraging me to do what needed to be done. When this dinner thing came up, I told Papa that I wanted to go to represent the company. He hates these things and agreed. So Nikki and I worked out a Plan A and a Plan B. Plan A was what you have seen. Plan B would have been the same except at the office or at your apartment or at your farm. The main difference was that Plan A would be more natural since it was at a business meeting where we each belonged. Nikki convinced me that given your state of mind, I would have to be bold and take the reins to get this relationship started because you probably wouldn't have taken subtle bait, if it was offered."

"We talked it through and through. Finally, I agreed and spent two weeks preparing for our first meeting. As I told you, I was scared shitless but I certainly am glad now that things worked out the way they have."

"Me too. I am just wondering how I will react to this Nikki who can find out so much."

"Don't worry. I am just glad I got a hold of you first because if you had met her first, you might have gone head over heels for her and ignored me."

"I don't think that that is possible."

"Trust me it is. There would only be one little problem however. Nikki likes men but she likes women better."

"Well, that is OK by me. I will pass my own judgment on her when I meet her." Silently Jolynn said 'thank you' that he didn't blow a gasket.

Now the salad came and they switched to white wine. When they were down to occasional nibbles from their plate, Bob asked another question.

"I guess that I am wondering about the relationship between Crimini and Cremona and what will happen in the future."

Jolynn sighed and started, "This is something that is quiet, very quiet. Right now there are only a handful of people who know. Uncle Julio gave me his blessing to tell you when the time is right. And I think that now is the time."

"I'm not going to go into the past anymore because it is the change that will be of interest to you. Papa wants to retire and take Mama to Italy and travel. Uncle Julio has some health problems and he needs to retire. So they came up with the plan to sell the companies. And being a good Italian family, they decided that there was only one possible buyer and you are sitting across from her right now. So about a year ago, we started working on a transition plan. That is what precipitated my move to marketing. It is mainly so I can meet people and get them to know me. In any event, in January we had all of the details in place. On January 1 coming up, I will take over as the new owner of Cremona Companies Inc. which will include Crimini as a subsidiary for reasons I will explain in a minute."

"The plan has been working perfectly or at least I think it is but there was this one issue hanging over my head that neither Papa nor Julio knew about. This was you. This is when Nikki's brilliance came out. She pointed out that I have about 9 months to find out if we could have a relationship. If not, then nothing would happen. She suspects that you would probably retire or leave and do something on your own. However, if things could work out between us, then more doors open. If we become lovers, which appears likely, you will be named President of Cimini in January and I will be named President of Cremona. No one else needs to know anything else. If things work out and I can twist your arm enough to break you into marrying me, then something different will happen which I will tell you when it happens."

"By the way, if you do ever ask me to marry you, you will be expected to do the complete Italian thing which will involve being on your knee before Papa and Uncle Julio to ask for my hand. Then you are going to have to convince them that you are good enough for me. Finally, they will keep you waiting for at least a week before they give their blessing. And with that blessing you will promise to supply a significant number of grandchildren. Now if that doesn't drive you off, nothing will."

Bob sat silent digesting all of this while picking at his salad. Jolynn sat quietly watching the gears turning inside his head.

"You said that Crim, I mean Uncle Julio has given his blessing to tell me but he didn't know about us."

"Yes, this afternoon. I actually got to the office at 3:00 and we talked until I came and got you. I told him a simplified version of my interest in you and that now that we had met, there were sparks there."

"What did he say?"

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"Yes."

"As best as I can remember, his exact words were 'Jolynn my little love, if the sparks are there then turn them into a fire. If the fire takes hold, you will have a marriage that rivals mine with Gina and your Papa and Momma and you will be happy for the rest of your life. But I warn you about this, Bob is a very complex man. He is not satisfied with only the superficial. His heart is at the center of everything he does. This includes you and his work. He is not satisfied until the work is thorough, complete, and can be offered without apology. With this in mind, he cannot be rushed. I have learned to never put a deadline on him except in the most trivial of things. He will take all the time he needs to do it right. He won't take more time than necessary but he quietly demands all of the time he needs. I can see that he will do the same with you. Do not pressure him or put a deadline on him. Give him all of the time and space he needs. As for the company, do not be surprised if he does not warm to a job as an administrator. I cannot envision him sitting in an office signing papers. I can only see him in the lab designing and refining products. He has a new design in work that could change our whole industry. I think that he may be more valuable to you and the company doing what he does best rather filling a slot on an organization chart.'"

"You know a lot of facts about me but I think your uncle understands me too well."

"Each minute I am with you, I am seeing just how right he really is. So I amend what I said earlier. Whatever turns out between us, your place is secure and you will pursue whatever you think is in the best interest of the company."

"Thank you. And Julio is correct; I will need time to process all of this. In two days, my life has gone from mere existence to exciting beyond comprehension. This doesn't change anything we talked about earlier. I still want you, I want to be with you, I still want to learn about you; just understand that I need time to process all of this. Once I have found it all, you will know and I hope that you realize that I will be honest and upfront about things."

She leaned over and took his hand. "I know that and I am not worried about it at all because you are offering me exactly what I want from you; no more, no less. Now it is time for the main course."

They ate as if they had not eaten in weeks. They talked of other things. Finally, they awaited their coffee and dessert.

"You haven't asked my about the new product."

"You aren't ready to talk to me about it yet. Tell me when you are ready."

"I am very close to that point. But it also creates a couple of problems that we should look at soon so we can plan for it."

"Tell me what you think. "

"I'm not as sure as Julio is about changing our industry but it could have a major impact over time. The existing business probably won't be affected much for some time. It might affect new business however. In short, both here and St Louis will probably stay at their current capacity; but the new device needs a fair amount of space to make. In short, there may not be enough room at either plant to build it. In fact, it may prove to be more suited to be part of a separate division rather than be part of either of the existing ones. But that decision doesn't need to be made yet. However, it might be worthwhile keeping our eyes open for another location."

"I see what you are saying and it makes a lot of sense. How much space do you think it will take?"

"I'm thinking 25-30,000 square feet to get it off the ground and room to expand up to 50,000 in time. I don't see it ever requiring more than that."

"Any other special requirements?"

"No, there will need to be some machine tools but some of them are already surplus down here and I understand there are some up in St Louis. There are a couple of fairly expensive tools that will be needed. They can be found used for a lot less money but they might require overhaul."

"Have you got a number in mind as to what it will take?"

"Not yet, I have a pretty good idea of what but I haven't tried to explore the how much yet. Once I start asking questions, the competitors will find out about it fairly quickly. Our industry is really a gossip mill in disguise."

Jolynn laughed at the image. "Have you seen any place that intrigues you?"

"Actually I have. There is a place in the town near my farm that was a Balco plant until they closed it down five years ago. It is about the right size and should have a good layout since Balco does similar things to us. The other thing is that since it has been sitting empty, it ought to be available at a pretty attractive price if Balco would even talk to us about it."

The smile of a tigress about to go on a hunt came to Jolynn's face. "Show it to me when we go to the farm this weekend."

"We are going to the farm this weekend?"

"Of course dummy. You go almost every weekend and you didn't go last weekend so I am sure that you are more than ready to go and I want to see this magical place that captivates you so."

"You are expecting me to take you to my holiest of holies, my sanctuary, my deepest kept secret, or at least I thought it was."

"You better believe it. If that is where you are the most comfortable, I want to be there with you and I want it sooner than later. Come to think of it, take Friday off so I can see it during the day. If you really relax there, you will probably want to take advantage of me at night."

"I want to take advantage of you right here and right now. We don't have to drive an hour and a half to do that."

"Yes, we do. So it's agreed, we leave at Thursday 2:00."

"I have an 8:00 meeting Thursday so I can't leave before 10:00."

"I love the way you negotiate. Thursday at 9:00 it is. Make the people stand during the meeting and there won't too much bs."

"Done."

They finished their coffee and paid the check which was surprisingly small compared to the time and food involved. Jolynn expressed their thanks to the owner in Italian who responded in kind. He seemed to be surprised to meet someone in Dallas who understood.

"You drove us here. I'll take us home." Bob said as he stuck out his hand for the keys. She handed them over but said, "Just when I was getting used to shifting the gears, he takes my toy away."

"Shifting gears?" Bob said is a startled voice.

"Don't worry, I was just pulling your leg. By the way, I love your legs as well as the rest of your body. That was one of the things Nikki couldn't tell me. It seems you never run around naked in public."

"Not here, but you'd be surprised at what I do at the farm where it is private."

"OK, let's go home and pack and leave tonight. I can't wait."

"Thursday at 9:00 is the best I can do. But we do have to do something about the car. If you take it, I will need to take a lunch or have you pick me up and take me to lunch. I got real hungry today."

"Let's see, make you a lunch or take you to lunch? Such a choice. I know, call me thirty minutes before you are hungry and I will be there."

"Deal. Once we are at the farm it will be easier. I also have pickup down there."

"Oh goody. I get the pickup. I have one in St. Louis."

"It's an old one, older than either one of us."

"Even better. Mine is a '49 Ford."

"Mine is a '52 Chevy."

"Well we have hit our first impasse. I'm a Ford girl."

"I'm a Chevy man but I'll forgive you."

"For what? For beating your ass in every race?"

"Touché. We're home."

"You just want to change the subject."

"You are getting to know me pretty quickly."

They went inside and the first thing Bob did was head to the kitchen. Jolynn followed and stopped, leaning on the door with her smug smile in full view. When he saw that she was there, Bob stammered "I just wanted to make sure where the coffee was."

"Right. It is in the left cabinet now but you don't have to worry about it. When I am here, I make the coffee for you. I also make your breakfast. No Italian girl would ever let her man leave the house without coffee and a good breakfast."

"What about when you are not here?"

"I'll leave you a map and instructions. Quit worrying and just put yourself in my hands."

"I think I already did that."

"Yes, you did and we both love it. Now get your ass in the bedroom. You have to go to work in the morning, Mr. Lover Boy." She shut off the light, took his hand and led him to the bedroom.

"Stand." She took off his jacket and laid it over a chair. Then she unbuttoned his shirt and took it off of him and put it on the chair. Then she undid his pants and dropped them to the floor. Then the underpants were added to the pile. She stood there and smiled, "Just beautiful." She picked up her new green nightie and started to the bathroom.

"Where do you think you are going?" 

She stopped and turned back to him. "To get ready for bed."

"Here." He pointed to a spot in front of him. "Stand." Then he reached and unbuttoned the top button of her blouse. 

"Just what do you think you are doing buster?" He undid the second button. "Now wait a minute, I'm not sure that you have earned enough points to do that." He stopped and took her hand.

"Fuck the points. Now I want you to kiss the back of your hand until I tell you to stop. That is not a request." He pulled her hand to her mouth. Her eyes never left his but she began kissing the back of her hand. Bob went right back and undid the third and then the last button. Her blouse now hung loosely off of her shoulders. He took the right lapel and removed it from her arm. Then he took her right hand and moved it to her mouth to replace the other one. She started kissing the new hand. Now the left lapel was removed and the blouse was placed on top of his clothes. Her eyes were still intent on his face. When he turned back to her, he was able to see her breasts and chest naked for the first time. He could not help sucking in his breath. She was better than any nude he had ever seen in any magazine.

Behind the hand she was kissing, Jolynn developed a huge smile that was hidden behind her hand. Bob then unbuttoned and unzipped the skirt and added it to the pile. He went to his knees and took the waist of her panties and rolled them down and removed them and added more to the pile. He could barely stand up because of the sight before him. He wanted to bring her to him and kiss her most intimate parts. But he finally found the strength to stand where he found Jolynn still looking directly at him except that her eyes were glazed over a little.

"Stay." He walked to the bed and turned her side of the bed down. He then returned to Jolynn and took hold of her hand and pulled it from her mouth.

"Bob's Non-Negotiable Rule Number 1- If Bob sleeps naked, Jolynn sleeps naked. And I always sleep naked."

She barely was able to say, "I like your rules."

"Come." And he helped her into bed surrounding her with covers. He turned out her light and crossed to his side and turned out that light. Then he crawled into bed and lay on his side and looked at her. She was looking at him in return.

"Half way, we have some kissing practice to do." Jolynn wasted no time before her body was plastered against his. Their lips met and neither was aware of how much time had passed. Her hands roamed all over his back and buttocks. His returned the favor except that he spent considerable time feeling the soft skin of her ass cheeks. On their front side, Jolynn's nipples dug into his pectorals and frequently dragged across the hair on his chest for more friction. Her abdomen kept his fully engorged cock locked against her stomach. She often rose as her lower body tried to capture his long hardness and bring it to where it belonged.

At some point, Bob pushed her more onto her back. His lips immediately sought her left breast and nipple. All Jolynn could do was whisper "Oh God" and pull his head closer to make fuller contact. Her hand slid down his chest and found the hardness that had eluded her. Her small hand was barely able to surround it and she was completely unable to span from the head to the base. So she focused on the soft head but frequently ran her hand down the full length and caressed his testicles before she returned to the tip. As the feelings built, Bob gently slipped his fingers between her legs and found a sopping wet and quivering pussy waiting. It only took a moment for his fingers to locate all of the critical points and his fingers tried to be in all of the points at once. Finally, one of the fingers started to slip into the waiting hole. It had only reached the second knuckle when Jolynn's entire body stiffened and began shaking from head to toe. Her hand gripped his cock like it was a baseball bat. He slipped his thumb over her delicate button and she erupted. She may or may not have noticed that this his cock also shot stream after stream of hot juice across her stomach, some of it dripping down onto the lips of her vagina. Her eruption covered his hand with her juice. 

After what seemed like hours, Jolynn stopped shaking and just lay there exhausted still holding onto his cock. Bob lay his head next to her head with his finger still partially inside her love canal. They lay next to each other and their breathing became synchronized. When Jolynn's eyes could finally focus, all she could see was Bob's face and all she could do was smile.

"That my dearest may have been the best orgasm I have ever had and certainly the best I have ever had with only a finger in me. You are magical. Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course. Anything?"

"Why didn't you just plug your cock into the socket where it belongs?

"Patience, my dearest Jolynn, patience. Normally couples build up to the grand finale over several times as they explore and learn each other's body. We have kissed but this is the first time either of us has touched the other. If we had gone straight to the finale tonight, we would have done it once and fallen asleep. Now that isn't bad or anything, but imagine what it will be like on Thursday night when we can start early and I don't have to go to work the next day and we have three more nights to get to know each other better."

"I suspect that neither of us will get much sleep Thursday night. But I've got to tell you, I want you inside me pretty badly. Make that I am starving to feel you inside me. When I do feel you there, tonight's orgasm may seem like small one."

"Nothing would make me feel better than for you to have four of five huge orgasms around my cock. And yes, it was very, very hard for me to not just roll over slightly and plunder you. But that is not how I want you. I want you to give me everything you have willingly and lovingly because that is what I want to give to you also."

"If we went all night and had four or five big ones, how many would I expect you to have?

"I think my record is four times in one night, she had several more than five because I used my tongue first and my cock last."

"Holy shit, you are making me tingle right now."




New Beginnings Ch. 01



While this is not a continuation of Jessie McCallister and Luke Morgan's story, The Gray Dove, but actually pre-dates it, there are a few characters that overlap the two stories. You may recognize Lorraine Harris, the owner of The Gray Dove, and Bill Tate who was a frequent customer of Jessie McCallister's. I enjoy western historical fiction and, since there doesn't seem to be a great deal of it on the board, I hope you enjoy this two chapter offering. Just be warned, they're two loooooong chapters!

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Glenn Lambert sat astride his large, gray stallion and surveyed the view in front of him. From the top of the rise he could see for miles and miles and took in the ponderosa pine that covered the mountainsides, the deep green of the open meadows that spread out at their base and the large lake in the center of it all. It was beautiful country and he had appreciated this particular view more than any other on his property for over 35 years. It was where he came when he needed to ponder situations, and right now, he needed to ponder.

He had settled on this land when he was twenty years old, at first working for other ranchers and then gradually saving enough money to buy his own spread. He had an affinity not only for working the ranch but for business as well, and by the time he was thirty three he had prospered tremendously, buying out many of the neighboring ranches. As a result, the Flying L had become one of the largest cattle ranches in all of Nevada and Glenn Lambert had become one of the wealthiest and well respected men in the state.

Glenn had always been quick to credit his wife, Lucy, for providing the strength and determination in those early ventures, always encouraging him and working as a sounding board while discussing everything from land acquisitions to cattle breeding with him. Lucy had been a strong, loving, beautiful wife to him and he had loved her with everything that he'd had. They had worked together, side by side to build their ranch and raise their family of four boys and three girls. And, after he had had such success with arguing for property and tax rights for the ranchers, it had been Lucy who had encouraged him to listen to the neighboring ranchers who wanted him to run for the senate. She had been by his side when he won at age 50 and, as she had with the ranch, she provided wise advice during two of his three terms as senator for the state of Nevada.

But, during that time, Lucy's health had begun to fail. The doctors said that it was a heart condition that was untreatable so, for the final six years of her life, Glenn watched the vibrant woman that he had married gradually fade into a shadow of her physical self, although she never lost her wit and intelligence. It had been difficult on him in many respects, not the least of which was the fact that, over time, they were no longer able to share the physical intimacies that they'd so enjoyed all of their married lives. They had had a healthy, vigorous marriage in every respect and Lucy had been a perfect partner for him. She felt that there was no need for constraint between husband and wife and they were completely uninhibited with the other. Therefore, when Lucy's failing health decreed that that part of their lives would have to come to an end, they both felt the loss intensely.

Lucy, knowing her husband and his needs as she did, had even broached the subject of periodic visits to some of the brothels that Nevada was so famous for. But, for Glenn, that just wasn't an option. He had loved his wife completely for all these years and he wasn't interested in simply finding a warm body to release himself in, he wouldn't betray his darling Lucy in that way.

When Lucy died shortly after the beginning of his third term as senator, he felt a large part of himself die with her. While thankful that they had lived together long enough to see their children grow into adults that they were proud of, with the boys taking over the ranch operations and all of them marrying and beginning families of their own, Glenn still felt that they'd not had enough time together. He had wanted them to share their old age together, spoiling their grandchildren and looking back with pride over all that they'd accomplished.

Glenn sighed and began picking his way down the side of the hill towards the lake. As he got closer, a smile did slowly spread as he thought of all the times that his good friend, Bart Ramsey, and he had fishing at this lake. He had settled in the area at about the same time that Glenn and Lucy had and the three had become fast friends. The two men helped each other on numerous occasions and Bart's ranch, while not nearly as large or prosperous as the Flying L, was a well run establishment. He had married late in life to a girl, Anne Maxwell, who was half his age. She was the daughter of a congressman whom Bart had met while accompanying Glenn to the statehouse for a cattleman's meeting. Although it was a definite case of opposites attracting, the young woman who'd been educated in a boarding school out east and the rancher who was nearing fifty were attracted to each other and began to correspond regularly. While Bart had had some apprehensions for reasons other than age; reasons that Glenn and Lucy were the only ones in the area aware of, he proposed to the young woman and had been surprised when she said yes. Despite her age, she had fit in well and the two families had shared frequent meals with each other.

As he pulled his horse up and dismounted by the lake, Glenn ground tied the animal and strolled down to the waters edge, taking a seat on a large boulder. Gazing over the water, he allowed his mind to drift back to a trip that he'd made to Reno with Bart two years after Lucy's death. 

They'd supposedly been on the way to visit fellow rancher Bill Tate and look over several head of cattle to introduce into their herds as breeding stock. But, once they'd arrived and had sat down for dinner at Bill's ranch, Bart decided to impart the real reason that they'd brought him there.

"Glenn, you've been alone too long," Bart had said, looking his friend in the eye.

"Bart, Lucy's only been gone for two years. I've told you over and over, I'm not interested in looking for another wife," Glenn had responded heatedly. They'd had this conversation before. Glenn knew in his heart that he'd never meet anyone to take Lucy's place and he wished his friend would leave him alone about it.

"I ain't talkin' about a new wife," Bart continued on, stubbornly. "It's been over eight years since you've been with a woman. That's too long, Glenn. Too long for most men, and too DAMN long for a man like you."

Glenn opened his mouth to shoot back an angry response when he looked at the two men at the table with him. These men were his friends and there was nothing but concern on their faces. These weren't a couple of fellas that he'd met on the trail during a cattle drive and were trying to get him to visit a backstreet whorehouse. They honestly had his best interests at heart and he couldn't be angry at them for that. He snapped his mouth shut for a moment and then sighed.

"Boys, I appreciate what you're saying. And, if I was to be honest, I'd have to say that you're right," Glenn admitted, resignedly. "But, I don't know what to do about it. I've only been with one woman since I was twenty wears old."

"And before that?" Bill interjected, with a twinkle in his eye, amused that Glenn's face colored a bit.

"Well, before that I was with Big Hattie and a few of her girls," Glenn admitted, explaining that Big Hattie was a farmers widow who always seemed to have a few "stray" young ladies staying at her place. While the town gingerly accepted the stories that Big Hattie and her girls worked the land, it was common knowledge that many of the local farmers worked the land for them in exchange for a few "favors". Glenn's father had taken him for a visit to the farm when he was seventeen and instructed Big Hattie to "teach him a thing or two about men and women." The busty, blowsy woman had been more than happy to take his initiation into her own hands and had indeed taught him a thing or two. He had returned a few times , however the girls at the farm had always seemed too skinny, dirty and crude for his own tastes. And then he'd met his Lucy and had never looked at another since.

"That's why I don't like whore houses to this day," Glenn tried to explain. "The girls always look like they're about a meal away from death or are so made up that they don't really look like women anymore."

"Son, you've never been to the Gray Dove," Bill smiled broadly. "Miss Lorraine Harris runs the finest establishment in all of Reno, if not all of Nevada. Her girls are the best looking girls I've ever seen; beautiful faces, nice ripe figures in every shape and size you can imagine. And, I'm telling you, those girls can't be beat when it comes to knowing how to give a good, proper fuck any way that you like it! I've been seeing a little redhead named Jessie for over a year now, a real little lady, but after an hour in her bed I'm worn out AND feelin' twenty years younger!"

"I used to go in there with the boys after we'd drive cattle over to the Hayes ranch in Carson City. Even though I didn't visit the rooms upstairs, the girls were just like Bill said. The prettiest I'd ever seen. I tell you, it was always a real happy group of cowboys that hit the trail back to our ranch after a visit to the Gray Dove. They'd spend two weeks talking about their one night there."

Glenn sat and listened to the two men, long suppressed yearnings stirring inside him. 

"Boys, I appreciate your concern, I do. But, all those young girls don't attract me at all. I'm afraid I'd spend the whole time thinking that they're young enough to be my daughters," he said with a hint of a smile. Then, becoming serious again, he continued. "I want a woman who's going to look and feel like a woman, a grown woman that I can talk to, not just someone with a pussy between her legs so I can shoot my load. Besides, in case you've forgotten, I'm a US Senator. I don't think it'd look very good for me to go waltzing into the Gray Dove, big as you please, and go upstairs with the first young thing that smiles at me. I can see it being in the newspapers the next day for my children and grandchildren to read!"

"Glenn, I knew what kind of man you were when I asked Bart to bring you here," Bill said, leaning across the table. "I done made arrangements for you to stay at The Palace Hotel in town tonight; you and Bart have adjoining rooms there. Once you've checked in, everything else will be taken care of."

"What do you mean, taken care of?" Glenn asked, eyeing both men warily.

"I talked to Miss Lorraine about you a few months back, explaining your situation," Bill said, ignoring the flash of temper in Glenn's eyes. "Now, Miss Lorraine hasn't worked the upstairs rooms in over ten years, she's in her mid forties and every bit a lady. Still has a face and a figure that men would do battle over. Comes from a fine family in Wyoming that…well….I'm getting off track here, that's another story. Anyways, as a favor to me AND because she's taken kind of a personal interest in your situation, she's agreed to pay you a visit tonight at the hotel. Now, before you get your dander up," Bill said, holding up his hand as Glenn began to protest, "You have no idea how lucky you are. I had the privilege of knowing her when she was a regular saloon girl and we had us some times that I'll never forget. But, she hasn't done that for a long time, not even for me or some of us who were her regular customers way back when. But, once Bart and you have registered over at the hotel, Bart's to leave the back way and come back here and she'll come up the same way to take his room. Now, mind you, Miss Lorraine DOESN'T go sneaking around the backs of hotels for ANYONE, so you better consider yourself the luckiest man in Nevada right now."

They'd talked quite a bit more about it, but as they talked, Glenn admitted to himself that it HAD been too long, that he'd missed physical contact with a warm, female body and, as he got older his urges hadn't recessed as he'd thought they might. At 60, he was still a strong, virile man and he needed to come to terms with that. The final push over the edge had been a comment Bart had made. 

"Glenn, old buddy, I know what you and Lucy had together and I'm sorry that she's gone. But I'd love to be able to pleasure my Annie the way that you can still pleasure a woman. Don't waste the rest of your days thinking that that part of your life is all over, cause it's not," Bart had said quietly.

Both Bill and Glenn knew what he was talking about. When Bart was in his early twenties he had been thrown and stomped by a horse that he was breaking. The horse's hoof had caught him between his legs and damaged muscles, tendons and other things permanently. He was impotent and only able to pleasure his wife with his mouth and hands.

He had been honest with Annie before they'd married, giving her the opportunity to back out, but she's said that that wasn't the only reason that she was marrying him and that the lack of sexual intimacy wouldn't be a bother to her. She always seemed to enjoy their physical contact and told him the things that especially pleased her however Bart was the one who always initiated their intimacy. But he never doubted her love for him and, in the same way as Glenn and Lucy were, they had become a team when it came to running the ranch and making investments. Annie had been a smart, willing pupil when it came to learning about ranch life and Bart knew that it would be in good hands long after he had passed on.

Glenn had reflected a short time on what these men were proposing and, coming to a decision, found himself pacing back and forth in one of the best rooms in the fanciest hotel in Reno. It was a suite when the adjoining doors were all open and in his room there was a large bed, two easy chairs with a small table between them facing the fireplace, as well as a bureau with a mirror to the left of the bed. He had smoked several cigarettes to try to calm his nerves however they only seemed to make it worse, so he simply paced. He knew when he'd checked in that Miss Lorraine was already in the adjoining room because he heard the occasional movement there. He had nearly decided that this had been a terrible idea after all when there was a knock on the adjoining door. Taking a deep breath, he crossed the room and, with a shaking hand, reached out and turned the knob.

He didn't know what he'd expected a brothel madam to look like, but it certainly wasn't the elegant woman standing in front of him. Her blonde hair was perfectly coiffed, her dress was of a stylish, tasteful cut and her figure was pleasantly full but not blowsy. Everything about her reeked of gentility and, had he not known who she was, would have thought her to be one of the local society matrons.

"Good evening, Mr. Lambert, it's so very nice to meet you," she said with a smile of her full, pink lips as she extended her hand. He took it, feeling it's softness in his work hardened one.

"Miss Lorraine," he said, releasing her hand and gesturing into the room. "Won't you come in?"

"Please, Senator, call me Lorraine," she said, moving into the room gracefully and turning to face him. 

"Well, it's not Senator, it's Glenn. When people call me Senator it generally means that they're either trying to get on my good side or have a bone to pick with me," he said with a smile, relaxing just an inch. "Won't you sit down?"

"Thank you. May I get you a drink first?" she asked, gesturing to the crystal decanters on the mantle.

"I wouldn't be adverse to a scotch," he nodded. "I didn't want to start drinking before you got here. I'm so on edge I was afraid if I started I'd lose track of how much I'd had and be three sheets to the wind," he said ruefully.

"Now, you're not really that nervous, are you?" she smiled, handing him the glass before settling into one of the chairs.

"As a virgin on her wedding night," he admitted, gulping the drink down in two swallows, much to Lorraine's amusement. She retrieved the decanter from the mantle and placed it on the table between them, refilling his glass.

"Well, Glenn, I've both been a virgin and been with virgins. I've always found that the nervousness disappears once the pleasure begins," she said, a twinkle in her blue eyes. "And, I promise I won't let you become three sheets to the wind."

The combination of the drink and her good humor caused Glenn to relax just a bit more.

"I appreciate that, Ma'am," he said. "And I want to thank you for tonight. Bill Tate told me that you don't …ah…do this anymore. He said that I should consider myself to be one of the luckiest men in Nevada and I'm beginning to understand why."

"Bill's a good man, he was one of my first friends here in Reno," Lorraine smiled. "He's very good with finances, as well as being a good rancher. He was kind enough to show me how to invest my money wisely which has made a tremendous difference in my life."

"What kinds of investments?" Glenn asked, curiously.

So, for the next hour, the two talked about finances and investments which led them to discover they had had interests in several of the same business ventures over the years. Glenn was impressed with the woman and the fact that she had taken the basic knowledge gleaned from Bill Tate and built upon it. That was how she had saved enough money to go from being a working girl at The Gray Dove, to being the owner at the age of thirty five.

"I try to help any of my girls that ask to manage their money, too. Sometimes they have children and families that they're helping to support, but a couple of them have a good business sense," Lorraine said. "It's my experience that none of the girls would be there if they had their choice, so I try to help them save and have more choices."

"That's a generous philosophy," Glenn said with a smile, his admiration growing. He got up and replaced the decanter on the mantle then leaned against it while looking down at her. "So, what choices brought you to The Gray Dove, if you don't mind my asking?"

He saw a shadow flicker through her eyes then disappear and was afraid he'd said the wrong thing.

"That's a very long story, Glenn," she said, then stood and walked over to him. "And, I believe there are more pleasurable ways to spend the evening, don't you?"

She reached up and laid her hand against his cheek as she asked the question, running her thumb over the skin. Even at sixty, he was handsome. His thick hair was mostly white now with just a dark strand remaining here and there. His skin was tanned and leathery, which only accented his deep blue eyes. The lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth only made him appear more handsome and distinguished. He looked like what he was; a man who had known hard work and wasn't afraid of it, a man both strong of mind and body. A true man's man. He was, Lorraine decided, man enough to know how to pleasure a woman, no matter how long it had been.

Glenn saw her taking stock of him and reached up to cover her hand with his own. He dipped his head and, for the first time in forty years, kissed a woman who wasn't his wife. The touch of her soft, warm mouth to his was all it took to make his cock twitch and begin to strain against his pants. Wrapping his free arm around her waist, he pulled her to him, feeling the heat racing through his body as he held this voluptuous woman against it. He moaned and slid the other arm down around her, pressing her more firmly to him as his lips searched hers with a deepening passion, his tongue pressing between them and exploring the warmth and wetness of her mouth.




New Beginnings Ch. 01



I had been going to a local gym to try to get back into shape after letting myself go for a while.

I was 34 and just recovering from yet another bad relationship. There were a few good looking attendants both men and women. All seemed to be younger than me but all were very helpful and made me feel comfortable. I never really went at any regular time so got to know all of them.

I had more than one fantasy about all the women and a couple of the guys. I had been bi curious for some time and was thinking that this might be the time to explore some new territory.

One of the male attendants and I had hit it off better than any of the others and I was trying to set my schedule with his. 

His name was Ben. He always stopped by one of my work out stations to say hi and chat for a few. He never made any move that lead me to believe he was interested but I let my fantasies run wild anyway.

I had come in when he was about a half hour from closing and I asked if I was too late? He said no I had time as he was doing some end of week paperwork and would just lock up and secure everything I wasn't going to use.

After I finished my workout I stuck my head into the office to let him know I was headed to the showers. 

I was in the shower when I heard someone enter and turned on the unit next to me. I turned by reflex and saw it was Ben. He was turning on the water when as I was glancing at him I was drawn to his crotch.

He was shaved but that was not it. It was more than that. It was his beautiful cock. It was perfect.

I have never been this close to another mans cock before and was mesmerized by the very sight of it. It was about 6 or 6 ½ inches and only semi-hard. It hung about half mast. He was uncut and I don't know how long I stared at it but he became visually harder.

Embarrassed I was shaken back to reality. I looked at him to find he was watching me look at him.

He could see my reaction and said: "Relax we are all a little curious aren't we?" 

I had started to get hard myself which he nodded his head at increasing my dilemma. 

I stammered something about being sorry and I was mumbling as I turned away. He went about his shower and I tried to turn a little away so he couldn't see that my hard on had gotten bigger. 

We were both quiet for a while until I was trying to get the middle of my back when I felt his hand on my shoulder and said "Here let me help."

As he started to use his loofah on my back with one hand he reached around me with his free hand and supported my chest.

I think he could feel me tense up in his grip. 

He told me that I really needed to relax as we were alone.

His washing my back became more of a massage. 

Somehow he switched hands and the hand on my back was supporting me as his hand on my chest drifted down my stomach, to my groin and then to my hardening cock. He took my almost hard cock in his hand softly and started to stroke me to hardness.

He caressed and stroked me as well as I ever have done to myself. He pressed himself to my back. I could feel his hard cock running up and down between my ass cheeks.

I spread my legs allowing him better access to my ass crack. I let out a low guttural moan that surprised even me.

"Is this your first time with another man?" He asked as he pulled his cock down and ran it between my legs rubbing my balls and the bottom of my cock with his.

All I could do was nod to the affirmative. He started by stroking me slowly with a nice soft but firm grip. He would drop his hand to my balls and caress his cock and my balls.

His cock was long enough that he could hold us together and stroke both of us. It didn't take me long for him to bring me to a knee bending orgasm.

He held me up as I regained my composure. I could feel he wanted to put his cock in my ass but I wasn't ready for that but sure wanted to suck him off.

I turned around and started to caress his cock and gently pushed him back to the changing bench. 

I sat him on the end of the bench with a leg on either side and pulled his crotch so that his cock and balls were over the end.

As he settled in I knelt between his legs and stroked his cock working the skin back and forth his length.

It was like a dream but I knew everything I was doing. I was mesmerized by his foreskin. I would pull it forward to cover the entire head and then back exposing his whole crimson crown. It was almost bright red and I could feel him pulsing in my hand. His shaft was the same color as the rest of him making his cock head seem brighter. His shaft was smooth without the bulging veins I had seen on other men's cocks in videos.

I took him into my mouth and thrilled at the feel of his cock sliding in and out. I loved everything about it, the feel, the taste, the smell.

It was so different from eating pussy which I have always loved so much. I would suck the foreskin and pull it out as far as it would go and roll it around on my lips.

I would then stroke his shaft back exposing his cock head and run my tongue around it. I would lick the end of his hard cock and roll it around in my mouth.

Then I would try to get as much of his cock into my mouth before it hit the back of my throat. 

This was a dream come true and I was having the time of my life. It was similar to the first time I ate pussy but so different. Everything that was happening was like sex for the first time. I had opened another door to a room full of new experiences. 

Before I knew it he said he was about to cum and tried to pull away. I shook my head no and would not let go of his cock.

The first shot was a surprise in its intensity and quantity. I have eaten a lot of cream pies I had helped make so had an idea what it would taste like. But his was a little different. His flavor was more like a hot raw oyster if that explains it.

He shot three more times each a little less in quantity and intensity. Then teo more lesser shots.

After he seemed to stop cumming he tried to pull himself from my mouth. Reluctantly I let him.

He said if we want to continue this we could find a better place.

It was then that it hit me, what I had just done and what had been done to me.

He could see my change of attitude and asked me if I was OK?

"Oh yeah, this has been a long time coming and I think you are the right person to open some of these new doors with me."

It was a short ride to Ben's' loft. It was a nice place. He had a bigger than King sized bed in the center of the room. I asked if that was the center ring. 

"Oh yeah, I have had many a good time there."was his reply. 

"Any favorites?" I asked.

"Yes there is a couple in their 30's that I have a lot of fun with. You remind me of the husband. He is new to the bi fun but making up ground fast. Maybe if you like I can introduce you to them as they are kind of private but would trust my judgment."

I took a seat on his couch along one of the walls opposite the big screen TV.

Ben brought us some juice and settled in next to me and turned the TV on and started a DVD already in the unit. It picked up the action of a threesome with two guys. 

"Does that look like fun to you John?" Ben asked. 

"Yeah, it is one of my oldest fantasies." I told him I thought that the first time I was with a man there would be a woman present and we would drift into my first bi experience.

He asked if I had any regrets about out shower fun.

"Not really, I am just surprised how easy it was. I thought I might balk at a one on one with another guy, but it all seemed so natural." I replied.

He then asked me: "So what does that tell you?"

"I guess that it is natural and I waited way to long for the first time." 

He asked if everything was going OK for me.

I told him that I wasn't into anything that didn't express a mutual respect for each other and didn't get off of any dominant attitude or humiliation. 

"I am glad as that is where I am coming from too." was his reply.

He leaned over and took my face into his hands and kissed me. It was so different from kissing a woman. He was firm but I didn't feel threatened in any way. He licked my lips and I opened them to let his tongue slip between them.

I always wanted someone to eat my mouth not the other way around. We shifted around so we were facing each other and caressed each other as we opened each others shirt. Our shirts were off easily and we started touching each others chests, arms and back. It was so different from being with all the women I had been with. I didn't feel that I had to set the mood or direction as we both dropped a hand to each others crotches. We started to caress each others cock through our pants. 

Ben said: "lets' undress and get to the bed and do this right."

I was right behind him and was naked by the time we went the 10 feet to the bed. He was as naked as I was by that time too and was starting to get hard. As we lay next to each other on the bed I wanted to feel his beautiful cock harden in my mouth. I slid down the bed and took him into my mouth.

I sucked him as far as I could and rocked my head back and forth on him. He was hardening quickly and I started to play with his foreskin again. I hadn't had enough of that yet. As I was really starting to get into it he said he was going to cum pretty quick and had not sucked me yet. He said lay back and let me show you what I have learned. 

Not one to miss a good thing I lay back into the center of the bed as he rolled over me and took my hard cock in his mouth. He was very good at what he did. He was using more saliva that I did and made me feel like his mouth was the best that ever had my cock in it. It felt like he was fucking me with his mouth. He was caressing my ass cheeks as I had lifted my ass off the bed. I felt like he had my cock in a grip that pulled me up off the bed. I felt so good in his mouth I was arching my back to keep as much of my cock in him as possible. 

This freed up his hands to caress both my ass cheeks. I was really getting into him paying so much attention to them and he said "you really like that don't you?'

I replied that no woman really spent any time touching me there.

He said: "well let me take care of that. Roll over on your knees and forearms and just relax and let me make one of your wishes come through."

I really liked what he was doing to my cock with his mouth but figured now that I had found another side of my sexual self I hopefully could explore more things later.

As I settled in with my ass in the air he renewed his caressing of my ass cheeks. I could feel his warm breath on my ass hole. He was taking his time touching me and I was in heaven. Without stopping his touching my ass I felt him kiss me full on the ass hole. His lips were wet and after making love to my asshole with his mouth he started licking me. 

Just when I thought things couldn't get any better he does something else. I always got into eating out a ladies ass but really never had anyone reciprocate on me. 

He was holding my ass open to his mouth and really putting me over the edge. 

I couldn't believe it but I was coming without either of us touching my cock. I felt like my backbone was coming out through my cock.

He backed off as I slumped into the mattress. I was almost hyperventilating. I may have cum better in my life but at the time I couldn't think of when.

Ben let me get myself together as I rolled over on my back to pull him down to me so we could hug. I could feel his hard cock on my leg leaking precum. I thought that I would never ask another man what I was about to ask Ben, but it rolled off my tongue so easily.

"Ben will you fuck my ass, please, take my ass cherry."

He reached into one of the nightstand drawers and took some lubricant out.

As he was spreading some into his cock he said: "after your last orgasm you are no doubt relaxed enough for this but it will be so much better with some of lube."

I pulled my knees up to my chest and put my hands between them and opened my asshole as wide as I could for him. I felt so exposed and vulnerable, but so hot.

Ben started oiling up his two first fingers and put one of them in my ass. It slid right in with no resistance so as he pulled it out he added another and they both really didn't hurt and also slid right in. 

"Want to try three," he asked? 

"Sure your cock is about that big isn't it?" was my reply.

He put more lube on my ass hole and his third finger. This took a little more time but soon all three were comfortably in me and he started to stroke them in and out of me. When he had his fingers fully in he would curl them up stroking my prostate, which was getting me very hot.

After fucking me with his fingers for a while he could see I was really into it and said: "are you ready to loose it lover?"

"Oh please take my ass. Be my first fucker Ben." I moaned.

He aligned his hard cock with my ass and pressed the head to my asshole. His cock was somewhat bigger than his fingers were but I wanted this so bad I told him to put some pressure on me and I would push back and take as much of his cock as I could when I could. 

The head popped in and we stopped, letting me adjust. 

After a while he started rocking and pressing a little more of his cock in at a time. He had about 5 inches of his 7 inch cock in me when I had him stop and let me relax. 

When I told him to start fucking me he started slowly rolling his hips into me. He was more than just driving in and out of me he was rocking into me with a smooth natural rhythm.

He leaned forward and kissed me and was exploring my mouth with his tongue.

I told him "Fuck my ass with your cock and fuck my mouth with your tongue."

He was ravaging me at both ends for the first time and I loved it. We had a pretty good movement going and I was really getting into it but my cock wasn't very hard. He was so in tune with my emotions that he must of noticed and said "don't worry not everyone gets hard during anal. It feels good doesn't it?" 

"Oh Gawd it feels better than anything that I have ever done before." I said. 

I felt how I thought a woman must feel when she gives a man her virginity. It was so erotic but had always been such a forbidden and nasty act that it was so much more to me. 

Before long Ben said that he couldn't take much more and would I mind if he came. 

I told him this was my gift to him and to enjoy himself and not worry about me.

He started to shoot his cum in my ass and it was hotter than I expected. I knew about how much force it would come with because I had experienced it in my mouth.

This was just as exciting as my first blow job. 

After cumming Ben fell to my side catching his breath. 

After a while he said "Lets' go take a shower."

I replied: "isn't that where this all started?"

This was a New Beginning for me and was already wondering how to bring up the subject of the couple he mentioned.

Yep, maybe we missed something; lets' try to find it. 



New Beginnings Ch. 01



When he reached out and grabbed her wrist it was a spontaneous act.

Rangappa, over 60 years old was a fit and strong man. Early morning walks ended with a Yoga session. At the end of that Yoga session he would go back to his room on the first floor of his house and lie down.

His body would be energized and in this phase he would lie down and allow his body to relax completely.

Yoga increases circulation and opens up blood flow in vessels. A strong erection was the inevitable result and Rangappa allowed the freshness and power of the early morning erection.

His wife hardly maintained herself and sex at their age was a thing of the past.

Every once in a while Rangappa tamed his erection with a vigorous session of masturbation. On many other days he just enjoyed the fact that his body felt so alive.

No one disturbed him up here in his den. His wife had her own morning routines and typically stayed out of his way. 

Only occasionally, Maniamma, the ironing lady came to collect the garage key to pull out her cart, which she stored in the garage for a small monthly rent. Maniamma also and her daughter Rukku also helped around with other chores. They were not the official domestic help. But they relied heavily on the goodness of Rangappa and his wife to run their small clothes ironing business. 

Maniamma did come in more than once when Rangappa's erection was at full mast but Rangappa was pretty sure it was not visible.

He could not have been more wrong. In fact, on one occasion Rangappa's dhoti had a gap through which the strong, hard penis was fully on display to Maniamma.

She smiled to herself and collected the keys, discreet as always. 

Rangappa was a fun guy. There were many afternoons when Maniamma and her assorted relatives sat out an extra hot afternoon or rainy day watching TV. Jokes were shared. Maniamma often made tea or lassi for everyone. All in all, the house had a very relaxed atmosphere.

Somewhere, Rangappa's instinctive grab of the wrist was borne of that informality.

It was not as if Maniamma had not fantasized about Rangappa's erection. She was impressed by the older man's virility. Her own body, in her 40s, was well toned and always hungry with sexual desire. She took as much of it was available from her husband and the odd paramour. She thought about his erections but liked him too much to risk doing something that might upset him. Not to mention her own economic compulsions.

Rangappa had not had a woman in any form in a while. This morning's erection was full and loaded and he had not masturbated in a while. He felt full with arousal and suspected that his cumming would be copious. It was at the precise moment when he felt it would be fulfilling to have a woman engage him that he heard the woman enter his room.

As she neared the headboard where the key was kept, he reached out. Waiting for a moment, without opening his eyes, he looked for a sign of resistance, outrage or cooperation.

Maniamma allowed her hand to be held and waited for guidance. 

Sure enough, Rangappa was direct in communicating his desire. He slid her hand under his dhoti and brought her palm in contact with his throbbing cock.

A sexually active woman like Maniamma needed no prodding or persuasion. 

Her fist closed on the cock and she gently moved her hand in the motion of a slow, relaxed fuck. The kind of fuck she reserved for long trysts with her lover. Those afternoon trysts were intended to last hours till the last quarter hour or so when he would pound their orgasms out like an animal.

Rangappa shuddered as he felt her rough hands on his flesh. While his own masturbation needed several strokes before he juiced up, today his fluids smeared her hands within a few strokes.

Maniamma leaned over Rangappa and placed her other hand on the other side of the bed. Her breasts were now over his face though he did not see them- his eyes remained closed.

But he was aware of her hovering over him. 

She varied her speed. For every three or four relaxed strokes she gave him one quicker thrust with her fist. Rangappa gasped and his hand, which had been clutching the side of the bed, grasped her arm.

Maniamma continued her fisting silently, almost as if she was carrying out an assigned task. 

Rangappa felt his cum boiling and rising in his system as he felt his orgasm coming on.

It was at that point that Maniamma stopped. Rangappa opened his eyes to see if she was leaving or anything disappointing like that.

Instead, he saw the woman opening her blouse hooks and her chocolate brown breasts spilled out of their confines. 

Rangappa gratefully accepted the offering. One arm went around her and with one hand he grasped her breast. Licking and nibbling at the long nipples he sucked on them hungrily.

"Ayya!" she said soothingly and softly calling Rangappa by the title 'sir' as she always did.

Rangappa acknowledged her with a grunt and shuddered as Maniamma allowed her fingers to play on his balls and underside of his cock. Her fingers fluttered from the base to the head tapping him and then providing a fist into which he thrust frantically.

Rangappa sucked on one breast and then the other. The pleasure she was giving him was divine and long forgotten. The nipples were salty and wet and the breasts were nourishing.

Maniamma's pussy juiced up nicely with the ministration. She felt a tingling sensation as Rangappa's teeth played on her teats almost bringing her to orgasm.

Their sexual encounter more resembled that of teenagers than of two mature adults.

While the comfort between them was complete there was furtiveness in their illicit gratification.

And that setting was rudely interrupted with a call from downstairs by Rangappa's wife, "Maniamma, where are you?" The woman was taking much longer than usual to fetch her keys.

"Tell her I have left," whispered Maniamma to Rangappa, increasing the urgency of her fisting. She noticed an immediate softening of his cock in the tense moment.

"She is gone," called out Rangappa.

Maniamma rose and moved her head toward Rangappa's cock. Her masturbation was now more like the frantic animal fucking of the last minutes of the tryst with her paramour.

"But I didn't see her go," came the reply from Rangappa's wife.

"What will we do if she comes up now?" asked Rangappa in panic.

Maniamma slid her wet open mouth down his shaft in response.

The flagging erection was wrong-timed. Maniamma needed Rangappa to remain hard. This was a first for them together and while there was excitement in the rendezvous there was also the furtiveness associated with the illicitness. 

Maniamma loved long, wild lovemaking. Nothing was taboo for her. Oral, conventional, positions, inventiveness and daring locations were all part of her sexuality. The only thing that would convince her to quicken to a finish was if that was needed for the new variant she was trying out.

And there was a need for being quick now. Her husband, her lovers were all from her social class and around her age if not ridiculously younger. Rangappa was an upper class gent and her first time with a man seriously older than her. 

There was only one way to get him back to orgasm-imminent hardness.

Rangappa gasped in pleasure as Maniamma closed her wet mouth on his drenched cock. She deliberately salivated on the pulsating flesh. 

She bobbed her head up and down, expertly looking for the spot on that cockhead which was Rangappa's high-pleasure spot. In one move she dragged and pressed her lower lip against the base of the cock.

It gave Rangappa great pleasure but she knew that the spot she was looking for would not be there. She then arched her upper lip and pressed it down slightly to the left on top. Rangappa's grunt and gasps were unbroken and continuous. As she came up and the cock slid out, she adjusted herself to caress the right side of the top. Once again Rangappa's sounds were unbroken and with no variation.

Maniamma then formed a tight 'O" with her lips and ran it down taking in the cock but applying pressure on the center-top. Rangappa jerked and shuddered as his legs lifted up in a spasm. The rhythm of his moaning became ragged. Hands, which were gripping the bedside suddenly wildly, reached out for the heavy hanging breasts of the woman who caused this pleasure. The hand squeezed the breast hard, pinching and twisting whatever flesh came to it. 

Maniamma had found what she wanted. Rangappa's twisting of her nipple was painful but she did not mind that. She loved it when her men lost control and hurt her. She had been bitten with deep teeth-marks. Scratched with nails digging in. A strained hip when her leg had been thrown over the shoulder to fuck her with vigor. And then the fury of passion which left no marks when her man hammered her pussy with his cock, so hard as if to take revenge on her for her seductive prowess.

She treated all those marks, scratches, aches and pains as trophies. She took pride and she savored them. They helped extend the pleasure of what had transpired beyond the moment when each trophy found its spot on her. As she ironed clothes through the day she relived the moment when a particular bite or scratch was inflicted. 

The next few bobs were focused on the knot of nerves Maniamma had so expertly uncovered. Rangappa felt his fluids move from simmer to boil as he readied to cum. Maniamma's hands coaxed and cajoled the underside of his cock and his balls. "Will she keep me in her mouth when I come?" he wondered. 

Maniamma moved the final phase, marveling at Rangapaa's stamina. He would be a wonderful fuck she thought. She wrapped her fingers around his cock gripping him tight. She positioned her mouth at the top so that when the cock emerged from her fist it slid into the waiting mouth.

From here, ruthless rhythm was needed to bring about his release. She paced herself well, displaying the expertise borne out of innumerable trysts. One of those, she remembered was with her squatting beneath her cart. One of her lovers had shown up at her workspot and was desperate for release. His desperation was exciting and the challenge of being inventive had motivated her. That had been a really quick cum.

Rangappa's body was in convulsions. These sensations when he was masturbating would have caused him to slow down and extend pleasure. But Maniamma's rhythmic beat was merciless in its pursuit of his pleasure.

He had her breast in his palm and his nipples between fingers that milked her in rhythm with her milking action on his cock. Saliva poured on his cock and reduced the pleasurable friction. Maniamma compensated for this by a series of rapid bobs of her head, which was a lot more rapid than the rhythm set by her fist.

Rangappa was now ready to release.

"Maniamma!" he sighed as he stretched his legs out. His toes pointed downward and nerves and muscles went taut as his entire being was aligned to the release to come.

Maniamma had correctly guessed that Rangappa's wife would not come upstairs. But she failed to anticipate that her daughter would come looking for when the keys did not arrive.

Her daughter Rukku came to the door just when Rangappa gave a loud bellow as his body gave Maniamma what she was looking with such fervor.

Rukku retreated a little to be able to watch without being spotted. She saw her mother continue fisting and mouthing with unvarying rhythm. 

Rangappa half sat up as his semen spurted. "Oh, Maniamma!" he gasped. He thrashed violently his hands roaming her back. Feverishly, he rubbed her flesh, her breasts and her nipples and her back. 

At the first spurt, Maniamma had his cock well inside her mouth and it filled her with the copious release. She allowed the thick semen to mix and flow out with her saliva.

Rukku watched in fascination the cock in its glory and the mess of fluids her mother was managing with her hands now. The 21 year old had nowhere near the same experience as her mother. In fact, she was almost a prude in such matters as a reaction to her mother's sluttish permissiveness.

Nevertheless, she was a young woman with a body alive with all the desires and passions a 21 year old knew was there to be had. She had never been with a man in any way and watched with fascination the cock and its jerking spasms, revising her opinion of Rangappa as an old man who had his best years behind him.

For the next spurt and pulse, Maniamma withdrew her head and fisted down completely, pulling back the skin as much as it would go without hurting Rangappa. The angry red sheath was seen by both Rukku and Maniamma with equal fascination. The head bulged and the next spurt of thick semen rose in the air towards Maniamma's face and fell back after nearly kissing her lower lip.

Reflexively, she pulled back and continued fisting rapidly. 

Gobs and gobs of cum spewed as Rangappa helplessly released all of his fluids into Maniamma's waiting hands. 

Rukku felt her body hot and flushing as she instinctively felt the desire to receive those jets of cum inside her. She had no clue that a woman could use her hands and mouth to substitute the pussy for which the cock was intended. In that one instant she felt that she too should explore her own sexuality as her mother seemed to be doing.

Maniamma turned her head away from the cock which was now showing signs of flagging and her eyes looked at Rangappa who was looking down at her. 

Mischievously, Maniamma ran her tongue over her lips cleaning the mess around her lips, which combined her saliva with his semen. Using the end of her garment she wiped her tongue and mouth and looked at the smear in her cloth and then up at Rangappa.

Rangappa was well and truly spent. He sagged back, allowing his body to relax. Maniamma reached for her breasts her eyes locked on his. Her fingers ran over the reddish marks Rangappa had made in his madness. 

He started to apologize; but then stopped when he realized that Maniamma was giving him a show of who she was. With great deliberation she hefted the large mound of flesh into the panel of her blouse, eyes fixed on him. Then the other bulging breast. And she reattached each hook one by one. 

It was sensuous as it might have been had she been unhooking her blouse. When she was done, the damp sweat patches and the stiff, hard nipples still showed Rangappa the best of her assets.

His cock lay on its side, still with volume if not hard. Cum dribbled from it. Maniamma wiped her hands on his dhoti and loosely covered the manhood, leaving it to the man to handle himself.

Rukku found herself regretting that she could not see her mother's sumptuous breasts. As the older woman turned to leave the room, Rukku fled down the stairs.

She did not want to be discovered. Maniamma was intensely aroused by this encounter. She had just been pragmatic enough to postpone her pleasure. She had a portfolio of lovers, each reserved to providing specific pleasures and indulgences. She needed to be fucked like an animal and she had a young one targeted.

Rangappa was drained. He had no time to react, respond or prevent anything. Not that he would have liked to. Deep slumber came quickly.

When he awoke, it was like any other morning in his house.



New Beginnings Ch. 01



Her hands roved up and down his back, feeling the lean strength beneath his clothes. Lorraine Harris felt true desire stirring deep inside her for the first time in….well…longer than she could remember. She eagerly returned his kisses and felt moisture forming between her legs. Mmmm, this was going to be a pleasure for them both!

They finally broke apart, Glenn's breathing ragged and Lorraine's cheeks becomingly flushed. Wordlessly, she took him by the hand and, walking backwards, led him to the bed. She ran her hands over his chest and began to slowly unbutton his shirt, enjoying the curling gray hairs that were revealed to her sight. The shirt fell open as the last button was undone and she ran her soft hands up over his flesh, causing his breath to catch in his throat as she smoothed the fabric over his shoulders and down his arms, laying it across the back of a chair. She returned her hands to his skin, lightly running her fingers through the crisp, gray curls on his chest before she lightly traced her fingers down his abdomen to his belt buckle. She grasped and unbuckled it, then began to work on the buttons on his pants, feeling the bulge already pressing against her knuckles. A bulge of encouraging size, she noted, anticipating the evening with this handsome man even more.

As she was undressing him, Glenn looked down at the attractive woman standing in front of him. It had been so long, not just since he'd bedded a woman, but since he'd felt someone warm and vibrant and alive in such close proximity to him. He reached out a callused finger and ran it over one of the curls that hung down from her blonde head, marveling at its softness. Lorraine looked up at him as she finished with the buttons, and stilled her movements, smiling as he removed his hand with almost a guilty look on his face.

"It's alright, Glenn," she said, her voice low with understanding. "You can touch, I'm not going anywhere. I want you to do whatever you like tonight. I'm looking forward to it."

She lightly pushed against his chest so that he was sitting against the edge of the bed, and reached down to grasp his boot. When he discerned what she was going to do, he shook his head and put out his hand to stop her.

"No, ma'am, there's no need for you to be doing that, a lady doesn't need to be pullin' my boots off for me," he said with a smile, reaching down to complete the task himself.

Bowing to his wishes, a smile played around the edges of her mouth as she watched him remove both boots and then, with a bit of embarrassment, slide his pants down over his hips.

"So,Glenn, tell me. Do you prefer to undress a woman, or would you rather watch her undress?" Lorraine asked.

"Well now, a little of both. But, I think I'd prefer to watch, if you don't mind," he said, laying his trousers over the same chair where his shirt was draped. His eyes twinkled a bit as he admitted, "I'm afraid if I have the pleasure of undressing you this evening, my gun might just misfire before I can clear the holster."

Lorraine couldn't restrain a laugh and was treated to an answering one from her partner. She was surveying him as he stood in front of her in nothing but his long john bottoms and socks. While he didn't have the firm, brawny physique of a twenty year old, he was still an attractive picture of a man with well defined muscles in his arms and shoulders, with his abdominal muscles just beginning to lose their tone. She could tell that his legs were long and lean, and she could also see that she had been right in her estimation of the size of his bulge. For the first time in years, she was genuinely looking forward to being with a man, this man, and she suddenly found herself eager to proceed.

"Well then, Mr. Lambert, why don't you just lay back and I'll be right with you," she smiled, teasingly.

Glenn complied and climbed up on the bed, propping a couple of pillows behind his back as he leaned against the tall headboard and actually began to look forward to the evening with anticipation, instead of dread. He watched as her fingers moved to the top of the buttons that went down the top of her dress, leisurely unbuttoning them, and then removing what he realized was actually a short jacket. This left her standing in the skirt, topped by a white, lacy corset which just barely covered two incredibly full, generous breasts. Glenn had always loved the sight of his wife when she was expecting and nursing, as her breasts had swollen into an appealing fullness. The sight of the lace covered beauties that he would soon be privy to only caused the strain in his crotch to increase.

Smiling at the encouraging reaction, Lorraine reached around and unbuttoned the back of the skirt, then stepped out of it, doing the same with the white, ruffled petticoat that was beneath it. She was then standing in front of him clad in only the lace corset, her white pantaloons and white silk stockings that were held up with garters around her thighs beneath the pantaloons. Lorraine had considered wearing something more exotic, something more along the lines of what her girls wore when they serviced their customers. However she had decided that this man was crossing enough thresholds tonight and it would be better to stick with undergarments that he was familiar with.

She realized she'd made the right decision as she watched his increased breathing as he sat on the bed, his blue eyes seeming nearly black with desire. She reached up and pulled out the hairpins that held her curls in place, allowing the length to fall below her waist in a silken profusion. Then, she slowly walked towards the bed, unhooking the corset as she went, beginning at the top and working her way down. By the time she reached him, she had finished and tossed it aside, standing in just her pantaloons.

She bent down to untie the small bows at the knees and then reached out to grasp Glenn's hand, leading it to the ribbon at her waist. Taking a shuddering breath, he pulled and loosened it, watching as the garment began to slide down over her hips and smooth thighs. She let the garment fall to the floor, kicking off her shoes as she stepped out of the bloomers.

She stood there, wearing only silken stockings. Glenn let his eyes rove over her body, which was still surprisingly firm and supple at age forty five. She had never had children, that much was clear by the lack of marks on her stomach or hips. Those incredible breasts had lost only the slightest bit of their firmness, and her legs were long and shapely with a patch of pretty blonde curls at their apex. As he looked at her, he realized that she could easily pass for a woman fifteen years her junior. And he couldn't believe that she was going to be in his bed in a matter of moments.

"Do you like what you see, Glenn?" she asked, resting one foot on a bedside chair as she slid a garter down her leg and began to roll down her stocking.

"I've seen few prettier sights in my life, Miss Lorraine," he breathed, once again reaching out to touch a long strand of hair. Her hair was like golden silk between his rough fingers.

She once again smiled at him as she repeated the action on the other leg, pulling the silk stocking away from her foot and letting it drop on top of her corset and bloomers. Moving to the side of the bed, she lightly perched on the edge and reached out to touch his chest once again, running her hands up and through the curls and then down over his abdomen to the waist of his long john bottoms. Mirroring his earlier actions with her bloomers, she took the string between her fingers and slowly pulled, loosening the knot and letting them fall slack around his waist. Lorraine slid her hands along the sides, smoothing them down lower and lower and then worked her way around back, pleased when he lifted his hips so that she could work the bottoms down further. The only thing holding them in place now was the large bulge in front and she grasped the waistband and pulled the garment down his legs, tossing them to the floor as her eyes widened at the sight of the virile man in front of her. The reason for the size of the bulge that she'd seen earlier was immediately made clear; Glenn Lambert was hung like a horse and was already as stiff as a board!

"My, my, Mr. Lambert. I hope this is the first of many pleasant surprises that the night holds," Lorraine Harris breathed as she remained sitting on the edge of the bed, her eyes moving from his magnificent tool back up to his eyes. 

"Well then, Lorraine," Glenn said, unable to keep his hands off her a moment longer and sliding his hand under her hair to the nape of her neck. "Does that mean you like what you see?"

Lorraine Harris's lips curved into an amused smile as she felt him drawing her closer to him, then leaned into his mouth for a long, deep kiss, pressing the peaks of her breasts against his chest. She felt his hand sliding down her back and then both his arms were around her, pulling her down to lay atop his body and then rolling them both over until they lay in a tangle of arms and legs on the bed.

Glenn felt as if a dam had been released and his hands roved over every inch of this beautiful, voluptuous woman that they could reach. His mouth crushed hers, parting her lips with a probing tongue and tasting every inch of her sweetness. His hands moved over her smooth legs and hips, back to squeeze a full buttock which fit perfectly in his hand, and up to caress and squeeze a full, velvety breast, feeling the nipple harden beneath his fingers.

Lorraine moaned in pleasure as his hands caressed her breasts; no matter how many years she had plied her trade at the Gray Dove, her breasts had always been incredibly sensitive. It was clear that this man was enamored of them and she couldn't be happier. It had been over two years since she had been with a man, it had been another favor similar to this, and she honestly hadn't missed it. She had spent thirteen years on her back at the Gray Dove and the constant parade of customers had mostly become one large, faceless blur. But she could tell that Glenn Lambert was exactly the kind of man that she genuinely enjoyed pleasuring in bed, a strong man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. It was a characteristic that made him powerful in business and politics, and that spilled over into the man as a lover. He may be a bit out of practice but Lorraine knew that sharing this man's bed was going to be one of the most pleasant experiences of her life.

So, she allowed him to stroke and caress to his heart's content, loving the groans of pleasure coming from him as she ran her hands over his back and ass. He tore his mouth from hers and nuzzled and licked from her neck down to her breasts as he captured the swollen tip of her left breast and flicked his wet tongue around it. Remembering a gasp of pleasure that had come from her lips when he had squeezed it earlier, he lightly caught the pink bud between his teeth, gently biting. Her soft cry as her back arched was all the encouragement that he needed. He licked and suckled and caressed them, each attention bringing groans and sighs of pleasure, which was a tremendous boost to his confidence. This woman's body was so different from his Lucy's, so much fuller and soft, not as slim or sinewy as his wife who had worked the ranch with him in the early years. This woman felt like a decadent, satin pillow and it fueled his desire to know that he could excite her.

Sliding his hand over a smooth thigh, he sought the soft curls between her legs, and she happily gave access. His fingers probed between, finding the soft, velvety lips that he was pleased to discover were already slicked with the juices of desire. He had prepared himself for the idea that she would probably employ some of her previous business experience to perhaps help him feel that his performance was adequate, but there were some things that couldn't be faked. The sweet wetness between her thighs was one of them. He circled a finger around the hard little pearl buried within, remembering the pleasure that it had afforded his wife, and smiled in satisfaction as he heard Lorraine murmur in delight. Lifting his lips from her breasts, he rose up on his other arm and looked down into her eyes, enjoying the flush on her face and the sensual smile curving her lips.

"God, woman, you are beautiful," he breathed, watching her eyes close and her neck arch as he pressed harder. "Never seen anything like you before."

"Mmmm, feels so good, Glenn, so good," she sighed, running her hands up his arm as her hips moved restlessly. "Don't stop."

Increasing the pressure, Glenn circled faster and faster, watching her gasp and writhe beneath his hands until she finally cried out as her body stiffened beneath him, then watched her go limp as she struggled for breath.

"I have to say, you may be a little rusty but it's all coming back to you, isn't it, Lambert?" she gasped, finally opening her eyes to meet his. She saw the desire still tensing in his face, and knew that it was time for this man to get back in the saddle.

Pulling him down into a deep, passionate kiss, she whispered in his ear, "If you can do that to a lady just with your fingers, I can't wait to see what you can do with that nice, big cock."

"Well, darlin', we're both about to find out, because I can't wait another minute," he ground out, rolling on top of her and wedging his thighs between hers. Lorraine spread her long legs wide apart for him, bending them at the knee and placing her feet flat against the mattress, providing a perfect cradle for him to rock within. He reached down between their bodies and grasped his cock, sliding it up and down her pussy to coat it with her juices, before positioning the large head between her lips. Raising his head, he locked eyes with her and, placing a hand on either side of her hips, thrust forward. Her eyes widened and body arched as his enormous tool filled and stretched her in a way she'd never known before. It felt incredible!

Seeing that the expression on her face reflected pleasure, Glen Lambert began to stroke in and out of a woman's body for the first time in eight years and, unconsciously echoing Lorraine's thoughts, it felt incredible. This woman had a body that was built for fucking, and he planned on experiencing that pleasure for as long as he possibly could. He soon settled into a deep, satisfying rhythm for them both, as the squeaking bed and their groans soon attested.

Lorraine wrapped her arms around Glenn and ran her hands over his back and shoulders as he moved inside her, kneading the tensing, straining muscles, then running her hands down to squeeze the buttocks that were working between her thighs. She gasped with each thrust as he hit one sensitive spot after another that was buried deep inside her. Lorraine Harris had never had any trouble convincing her clients that each of them had been the best fuck that she'd ever had back when she was working the upstairs rooms at The Gray Dove; she had been a very convincing actress. Tonight, there was no need to pretend anything; she was in bed with possibly the most exciting man she'd ever been with. Every groan, every cry of pleasure, every sigh was real, and she gasped encouragement to him not to stop.

"Ohhh, Lambert, harder! That's it, honey, ohhh, yes!!!!" she gasped with each thrust.

Glenn, on the other hand, felt as if he was having the ride of his life. Her hips moved in perfect rhythm with him and he loved the way her hands played over his back. Her generous tits moved and shifted beneath his chest with each thrust, creating a sweet, erotic friction. He increased his tempo, pleased with the resulting cries from his partner while he felt that his cock was going to explode any second from the pleasure of reaming out her sweet, wet pussy.

But, surprising both of them, he showed a stamina that would have impressed a younger man by staying in the saddle for a good fifteen minutes! Each time he would feel himself close to the edge, Lorraine would reach down between them, grasp the base of his cock and give it a hard squeeze, delaying the imminent explosion for a few minutes. But, eventually, he knew that he couldn't hold on much longer and, to Lorraine's delight, reached down and hooked an arm beneath her right knee, pulling it nearly up to her shoulder as it opened her even more fully to his cock. He began to pound in earnest, the wet, slick sounds of skin slapping together in the oldest dance known to man as she began a pleading litany.

"Ohhhh, yes, yes, yes," she moaned, her voice shaking with each hammering thrust. "That's it, Lambert, make me cum. Mmmm, pound me, do it, do it! Cum for me, honey, cum for me good and hard!"

Glenn was happy to oblige and, raising up on both hands, hammered away with an intensity that resulted in the headboard banging against the wall in testament to their passion. Feeling the burn beginning in his balls, he felt Lorraine's body buck and shudder in release beneath his just as he rammed hard into her one final time. The explosion of thick, white cum filled her pussy to overflowing as his body seized against hers in a few last shuddering spasms as he groaned his release and then collapsed on top of her.

They lay there for minutes, each trying to recover from the incredible fuck that they'd just experienced. Lorraine gasped for breath as she mentally envied this man's late wife for having had a lifetime in bed with him, while Glenn buried his face in her neck and didn't ever want to leave this bed or this woman's body.

Their breathing eventually slowed to nearly normal, and Glenn raised his head to look down into Lorraine's face. His confidence was returning in leaps and bounds as he took in the sated, satisfied look on this beautiful woman's face, which was followed by her arms slipping around his neck and her voice absolutely purring in his ear.

"I can't believe it's been eight years since you last pleasured a lady, Lambert. You could teach all those cowboys over at the Gray Dove a thing or two, and THEN some," she sighed.

"Happy to be of service, ma'am," he teased, reclaiming her lips with soft, light kisses. They lay like that for a time, their bodies still joined as they lightly kissed and caressed, however Glenn's back finally protested and he reluctantly withdrew from her and rolled over, laying beside her. She propped her head up on one hand and smoothed the other over his chest and stomach, reaching down to press a kiss against his shoulder.

"I sure do owe Bill Tate," he sighed in contentment, lacing his fingers with hers.

"Mmmm, me too," she said with a throaty laugh which prompted a chuckle from Glenn.

"Lorraine, I'm curious about something," he began, looking over at her. "Bill said that you don't see customers over at The Gray Dove anymore, not even him. Why did you decide to do this for me tonight?"

Lorraine considered her words for a few moments before answering.

"I see married men come and go through the doors of The Gray Dove every day, spending money to lay with my girls, thinking that they're going to get something there that they can't get at home," she began quietly. "Before Bill told me your name or who you were, he told me about you and your wife. He told me about how much you loved her and how, even after she became ill, you were always faithful to her. And have been faithful in the these years since she's passed. And I thought that I'd like to know what it's like to be with a man who was capable of that kind of love, at least once in my life."

"Haven't you ever been in love with a man like that? Not ever?" he wondered, letting his eyes rove over her face.

Her eyes gazed off into space for a moment as she answered in a soft voice tinged with sadness.

"Once, a long time ago. I was young and still living on my Daddy's ranch, and he was a cowboy that worked there. He was good, and smart and kind and he made me feel like the most beautiful girl in Wyoming. But my daddy didn't like him and then," her voice caught for a moment, "Then he….died. There's never been anyone else for me, at least not that way."




New Beginnings Ch. 01



"Well then," Glenn said gently. "Sounds like you understand some about being faithful to someone you love."

Lorraine looked into his distinguished face again and gently caressed his cheek with her fingers.

"Maybe," she smiled.

"So, how long, ah…I mean…," Glenn fumbled for the words. "Will you, ah, be staying?"

Lorraine softly laughed and then pressed her mouth to his once again.

"Just as long as you want. I'm yours for the night, Lambert," she teased, laughing again at the glint in his eye.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that," he said, a smile curving his lips. "Because, after a little rest, I believe I'd enjoy another ride, if you're willing."

Lorraine laughed out loud and assured him that she was more than willing. The two dozed for a few hours, as Glenn enjoyed the presence of a soft body pressed to his for the first time in what now seemed an eternity. He slept with his arm wrapped around her waist and his hand cupping one of her luscious breasts.

At some point in the middle of the night, he awoke to find himself stiff once more, discovering the woman in his bed had her hand wrapped around his large cock and was stroking it into a pleasing firmness. Laying her finger against his lips, she encouraged him to roll onto his back and then straddled him with her long legs on either side of his hips. She leaned forward, letting her breasts brush his chest as she brought his large cockhead to her pussy, and then, straightening, she lowered herself upon him sloooowly, enjoying every inch as much as he did. She finally took all of him up inside her, smiling in satisfaction at the groan that escaped his mouth. 

Silently, she cupped and kneaded her breasts as he watched, wordlessly offering them to him. He happily obliged and began to stroke and pinch her nipples, seeing the look of pleasure that crossed her face. She teased him for a moment by wiggling her ass against his thighs, feeling him shifting inside her. Then, reaching up to run her hands through her hair in a tantalizing manner, she began to ride his cock, beginning with long, slow strokes and then increasing until she was bouncing up and down his length while her tits bounced in his hand.

Glenn looked over in the bureau mirror and saw the scene playing out in front of him, almost as if it were two other people. He watched the beautiful blonde woman's body move and undulate above his and knew the image would stay with him for a good, long while. He slid his hands down to her hips and grasped them firmly, bucking up into her hard, watching as she arched her back and braced her hands on his thighs, her full breasts bobbing as her head was flung back with abandon.

He surprised her by suddenly sitting up and rolling forward, finding herself flat on her back as he grasped her ankles. Shifting to his knees, he hooked her ankles over his shoulders and leaned forward, the backs of her legs resting against his torso as he braced his hands on the mattress above her shoulders and began to thrust deep and hard inside her. She reached up to brace her hands over her head against the footboard and enjoyed another incredible ride with this man, benefiting from years of his pent up passions as he worked his long, thick cock in and out of her soaked pussy. They had exchanged not a word other than the gasps and moans that were becoming so familiar, but soon had climbed to the peak of pleasure which resulted in her gasping cries of "Yes, Lambert, oh god, oh god,YES!!!!".

They slept soundly until morning, with him surprising her by being ready for another slow, sweet session of missionary before breakfast. While it wasn't as intense or vigorous as their previous encounters, it was still satisfying nonetheless. 

"My, my, my, you have been the surprise of my life, Lambert," Lorraine Harris gasped as he rolled off her one last time. 

"Same here, darlin', same here," he panted, running his hand through his hair as he flopped on his back. "I'm not sure what I expected from last night, but it sure wasn't this."

"Oh?" she questioned, curiously as she rolled towards him.

"Please don't be insulted, cause I surely don't mean it that way," he sighed, wrapping his arm around her. "But I'd never been with a whor..well…a woman of your profession before. I wan't quite sure what to expect, but I can guarantee you this, I never expected to be sharing my bed with one of the most beautiful ladies that I've ever seen."

Lorraine smiled at him, pressing a kiss into the work roughened palm that cupped her cheek.

"Lambert, I hate to be the one to bring this to an end, but I need to get cleaned up and dressed. I need to be out of here before the town's up and moving," she sighed. "Bill made it clear that we needed to be discrete. I wouldn't want to ruin the career of a US Senator, after all."

"Yes, I hate it too," he said, regretfully. "I've had breakfast ordered, though, so it should be here soon anyway. Why don't you go get dressed before it gets here, and we can at least enjoy a few last minutes together before you go."

"Could you hand me a towel, Lambert?" Lorraine asked, her eyes dancing. "After having you pull your trigger inside me three times last night, I think I'll need one before I go anywhere."

Glenn chuckled and strode across the room, naked as a jaybird, to retrieve the requested item as he then went about gathering her underclothes from the floor.

"Yes, ma'am, I sure did enjoy this," he smiled, holding the lace corset out in front of him as he perused it's lacy cups.

"Glad to hear it, Lambert," she laughed, finishing with her morning absolutions. "I have a few other things you might enjoy seeing, sometime."

She once again laughed at the glint in his eye and then returned to her room. Knowing that he was watching her as she walked away, she put a little extra sashay in her hips before she shut the door between their rooms.

By the time she had bathed, dressed and returned her hair to its immaculate state, breakfast had indeed arrived and they sat and attempted to chat normally, although it was difficult when Lorraine kept bursting into laughter over the completely self satisfied look on Glenn's face.

The mantle clock struck eight, and Lorraine knew that it was time to go. She took a last sip of coffee and dabbed at the corner of her lips before she stood.

Knowing that this signaled the end of the night of passion, Glenn took her hand and walked her to the door that adjoined their two rooms.

"I don't know quite what to say, Lorraine," he said, ruefully. "Somehow 'thank you' just doesn't seem adequate."

"I know what you can say, Glenn Lambert," Lorraine said, surprising him by looping her arms around his neck. "You can promise me that you'll come see me again a few times a year."

"You'd do that?" he asked, delighted.

"I would. But I want you to understand, I never want any mention of money to be brought into it," she said, firmly. "I want it to be two good friends sharing a little pleasure and fun with each other. Never any strings attached or expectations for the future, just two people who know how to enjoy each other, in and out of bed. Understand?"

"It would be my pleasure, Miss Lorraine," he smiled, suddenly feeling that the future was not quite the lonely place that he had once thought it.

They had continued that way for several years, with Glenn wiring Bill Tate when he was going to be in town and Bill making the arrangements with Lorraine Harris. There was a small house on a remote area of the Tate ranch that used to house his foreman's family, before he had had a larger house built for them closer to the main road. Three or four times a year, Glenn and Lorraine would meet and spend several days there, enjoying walks and rides and making love outside when the weather was fine and reading and making love in front of the fireplace when the snow flew.

Lorraine was determined to enjoy every bit of time that she had with this man, because she knew that it wouldn't last forever. She knew that he wasn't the type of man who would be happy spending the rest of his life alone, and he had already broken one of their agreements by asking her to marry him. But she had refused, knowing that she would never marry and, as much as she knew how to satisfy him in bed, she knew that she wouldn't make a good wife to him. She had been on her own too long, was used to doing things her own way, and she would never give up that independence, not even for Glenn.

That was how they found themselves in the unusual position of being at the house, neither of them wearing a stitch of clothes, as Glenn sat upon one of the chairs by the fireplace with Lorraine facing him, sitting on his lap while happily impaled upon his cock as she tried to convince him that Bart Ramsey's widow, Anne, would make him a perfect wife.

"I'm telling you, Lori, she's too young," he argued, using the nickname that he'd come to use for Lorraine Harris. "She's barely forty years old, I'm sixty two!"

"She's forty four which is plenty old enough to know her own mind," Lorraine said firmly, wiggling her hips and smiling at the groan that it caused.

"Her husband's barely cold in the grave. I could never do that to my best friend," Glenn said, the teasing passion fading from his eyes and sorrow replacing it.

He had still not gotten over Bart's death, not really. They had been friends since they were in their twenty's and it still barely seemed real that the strong, healthy rancher could have literally dropped dead of a heart attack while working with a new colt in the corral.

"Glenn, it's been nearly a year and a half ago," she said gently, cupping his face and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I know that you miss him and I know that you feel guilty for thinking these kinds of thoughts about Anne, but it's only natural. Your ranches border each other, your families have been friends for years and she's a smart, attractive woman. It's no wonder that you're drawn to her."

"I suppose so," he said, pulling her close so that they were chest to chest with his arms wrapped fully around her, his chin resting on her shoulder as he rubbed his cheek against her hair. "It's just…well….I don't know if I could be married to her."

"Why not, Glenn? You've told me that you think she's attractive and you like her very much. I can see that you care for her; what is it that's holding you back?" she said, nuzzling his neck.

"Lori, in the last several years, I feel like you've given me back something that was missing in my life. That had been missing since before Lucy had passed," he said, searching for words to make her understand without putting anyone in a bad light. "Lucy and I always satisfied each other; we enjoyed our time in bed together very much. And, heaven knows, you and I certainly do know our way around a bedroom ourselves, don't we?"

"Yes, I suppose you could say that," she giggled against his neck, wiggling her hips again causing his cock to twitch inside her as he groaned once again.

"You see…Bart and Anne…well, they were never able to enjoy each other in the bedroom that way. Bart was kicked by a horse and hurt when he was young and, well, he couldn't make love to a woman that way," Glenn explained, seeing Lorraine's eyes widen at the revelation.

"You mean, she's never….ever?" she gasped in surprise.

"Well, not in the way that you and I do," he continued. "Bart told me that they found other ways, that he used his fingers and mouth to please her. And he said that she always acted like she liked it, but she didn't ever initiate anything in particular. He always said that she seemed to accept the things that he did and enjoy them, but he wondered if she wouldn't have been just as happy if they'd just slept together without any kind of intimacy at all. She just never seemed too interested in it."

"And that's what's holding you back? You don't think she'd enjoy sharing your bed?" Lorraine asked, running her fingers through his hair.

"I just don't know. But I know this much," he said, honestly. "I'd never want to marry a woman who just tolerated me. I've had two good, passionate women share my bed and I'd rather spend the rest of my days alone than lying beside a woman who couldn't stand me to touch her."

"But, you like everything else about her, don't you?" Lorraine asked, already knowing the answer. If he didn't care for the woman, they wouldn't even be having this conversation.

"Yes, I do," he admitted with a sigh. "We can talk about a lot of different things, she cuts a hell of a figure on a horse and most of my family already has us married off. I feel like I'm leading her on if I don't intend to do anything about it."

"Well, then, it seems that there's just one thing to do," Lorraine said, leaning down to nuzzle his ear, which caused her hips to shift, which inspired another groan.

"And what's that, Miss Lori?" he asked, cupping her buttocks and pulling her even tighter against him.

"Talk to her about it," she whispered in his ear.

"Talk to her?!?!" Glenn exclaimed, drawing his head back and looking at the naked woman on his lap as if she'd lost her mind.

"Mmm hmmm," Lori giggled.

"And just what am I supposed to say? Pardon me, Anne, but do you think you'd enjoy marital relations with me if I was to ask you to marry me?" he demanded, a bit indignant by a repeated giggle.

"Well, you might find a way to lead up to it more diplomatically, but getting it out in the open would probably be a relief to her," Lorraine said, a bit more seriously. "If, as you said, everyone already has your married AND you've been spending time with her, she's more than likely already wondering why it's not leading anywhere."

He continued to contemplate her, the firelight playing off his thick, gray hair as he saw the truth of what she said. He also considered the thought that, should he marry Anne, that his time with Lori would have to come to an end. He would never be the kind of man who could have a wife and a mistress.

Lorraine knew it too, and the knowledge that the last few wonderful years with Glenn Lambert were likely dwindling down made her twice as determined to enjoy every last moment with him.

"Lambert, may I make another suggestion?" she asked, bracing her feet against the lower rungs of the chair and rotating her hips sinuously on his lap, continuing his arousal by the feel of her full buttocks caressing his thighs as well as the wet walls of her pussy which were clamped around his ever-hardening cock.

"Is there any way I could stop you?" he grunted, his breathing increasing.

"Why don't you take me over to that bed and let that nice, hard cock work its magic? Hmmm," she breathed in his ear.

As Glenn sat by the lake, absently tossing pebbles into the water, he reflected on their last weekend together. It had seemed like a farewell, even then. They had spent most of it in bed, pleasuring each other in the ways that they knew the other enjoyed. He would never forget their last night together as the fire shone off the arch of her beautiful, silken body as she clutched the footboard. He was behind her, his hands clutching her hips as he thrust into her pussy, loving the feeling of her ripe buttocks slapping against his stomach and watching her ample breasts sway in time to their movements. He was thankful for the years of pleasure that she'd given him and only hoped that he'd managed to fulfill her half as much.

The thoughts of Lori caused his thoughts to turn to Anne Ramsey by contrast. Where Lori was blonde, Anne had thick silken chestnut hair with just a tinge of red to it when in the sun. While Lori's eyes were sky blue, Anne's were a warm hazel. Lori was a woman of average height with voluptuous curves, while Anne was nearly as tall as he was, and slim. He knew that she wasn't nearly as well endowed on top as Lorraine, but he did remember seeing her in a dress at Christmas several years ago that had revealed that she had a becoming amount of cleavage. She had darker skin than Lori and had several freckles that stood out on her cheeks and nose that attested to her penchant for spending time outdoors. All in all, she was very attractive in a healthy, outdoorsy kind of way.

Glenn knew that he was just avoiding the inevitable. He knew that he was going to have to talk to Anne soon, as Lorraine had suggested. His own family had begun to question whether he was considering marrying Anne or not, and he knew that, as time went on, the idea did hold an appeal. The idea of spending his days and nights with a woman again was so very tempting, not to mention that Anne had some fine ideas for the future of her ranch. They were breeding a new strain of horses and the idea of becoming involved in a new venture, different from raising cattle, was exciting to him.

But….again….he always came back to the problem of her apparent lack of interest in intimacy. Although he was sixty two, he hoped to have another ten to twelve years in him, and he could no longer imagine spending that time celibate. If he were going to marry, it would be to a woman who wanted to enjoy every part of married life, including making love to her husband.

As he stood up and stretched, Glenn realized by the position of the sun overhead that it was later in the day than he'd realized. Walking back over to where his patient gray horse was waiting, he re-saddled the animal and, after leading it to the edge of the lake to drink, mounted the animal. He took another look around at this site, a place that he had come to over the years when he sought peace of mind. Taking a deep breath, he made a decision. 

Tomorrow. He would go talk to Anne Ramsey tomorrow morning. 



New Beginnings Ch. 02



Anne Ramsey stretched and contemplated the sun that was just beginning to glow in the window that faced east. It appeared that it was going to be another clear, summer day. She had some correspondence to answer today, as well as some figures to go over in regards to the new stallions that she was buying, but other than that her day was largely free. Which was fortunate since she hadn't gotten much sleep.

She'd had the dream.....again.

Although her husband had been gone for nearly two years, there were times that Anne still thought that she felt him in their bed, his warm presence making her feel safe. She'd had these sensations...these dreams.... almost since he'd first passed on. But, for the last few months, the dreams had taken a decided twist.

They would all start out the same, feeling him against her back, waking her with kisses against her neck as he had often woke her during their married life. But then, something would change. It would feel different, more intense, the kisses more intimate than Bart had ever displayed. And she felt a hand snaking around front, cupping a breast and stroking it and then moving down....down over her stomach....lower...lower .... stroking between her legs until she would gasp and roll over to find....to find......

Glenn Lambert.

In this same dream that occurred over and over, instead of Bart Ramsey, it would be Glenn Lambert's mouth covering hers as his strong hands stroked and caressed her body. It would be him, lying atop her, bare skin to bare skin, her hands roaming over his muscular back. It would be Glenn Lambert stroking and suckling her to a writhing, gasping frenzy, murmuring in her ear, insinuating himself between her spread thighs and then...and then.....

She would wake up.

She would always be disoriented, feeling that she was just this close to...to...something and then she would remember and collapse back against the pillows in frustration, her body feeling as tight as a drum and the telltale moisture running slick between her legs. She would end up throwing the covers back to allow her overheated body to cool off and usually ended up wondering how things had gotten to this point.

She had always admired Glenn and thought him an attractive man. It wasn't just his looks, but his presence and his heart that she had found attractive as well. His faithfulness to Lucy for all those years. His unconscious manner of leading people, even when they didn't realize that they were being led. His intelligence and business sense. He was just a man who drew people to him. He was a leader and she found that very appealing.

She remembered speaking to Bart about Glenn's solitary life after Lucy died. They had been laying in bed one night after they had had their version of intimacy, and Bart had told her what he and Bill Tate had planned to propose to Glenn the next week during Bart and Glenn's trip to Reno. While she had initially been shocked that they were going to propose he spend time with a high priced whore, she came to see the wisdom in it. Glen and Lucy had had a very happy marriage in every aspect; that was witnessed by the fact that they had seven children. She knew that the intimate part of their marriage ended shortly after Lucy had been diagnosed with her heart problem. Anne admired Glenn for remaining faithful to Lucy, even after her death. But, she also soon realized he was not a man meant to be alone, at least not in bed.

She remembered the difference in him after that trip, how much more relaxed and content he seemed. And, in many ways, she envied him, not that she could share that with anyone. It became a well know "secret" that he made several trips to Reno a year after that, to spend time with this Lorraine Harris that Bart had told her about. Once, on a trip to Reno with Bart, she'd insisted that he take her to The Gray Dove, just so she could see what the woman looked like. Looking through the window, she had been surprised at how very attractive and genteel the voluptuous blonde had appeared, not at all what Anne would have imagined a whorehouse Madam would have looked like, other than the rather low cut dress that accentuated her charms.

Once Bart had passed on, Anne and Glenn had naturally gravitated together to share their grief. Glenn had made a point of going over her books with her in case she had needed any assistance in understanding the workings of the ranch, but had been very impressed with her knowledge, realizing that she was really the driving force behind the business end of the Ramsey's ranch. Anne, on the other hand, knew what a gap Bart's passing had left in Glenn's life and, to his amusement, suggested an occasional fishing trip to a lake or stream that he and Bart used to frequent, or she would accompany him on a morning ride to some of his favorite parts of the ranch.

Anne always remembered the time that she had stumbled upon Glenn at the side of the lake in the meadow that he loved so much. She had been on the way back from taking some staples to the wife of a neighboring rancher who had fallen on hard times. She had just been about to emerge from the pines into the clearing when she saw Glenn's horse and then saw Glenn. It was clear that he'd just been for a dip in the lake, as the water still glistened in his hair and on his skin as he lay on the boulder in the sun, drying himself. Anne had been rooted to the spot by the fact that he wasn't wearing the first stitch of clothing.

While she had been a virgin when she married, Anne had grown up in a house full of brothers, most of whom she'd seen over the years either undressed or close to it, either on bath night or when they'd all been to the swimming hole in the summer. So, she wasn't completely unfamiliar with the male anatomy. However, even in his relaxed state, Anne had never imagined that there were men as well endowed as Glenn Lambert was! She wondered if a tool that large would cause pleasure or pain, but thinking about how happy Lucy had always seemed, she decided it was the former.

For a while after that, she had had a hard time looking at him without blushing when they met, as all she could think of was what was hidden beneath his clothing. Eventually, their friendship returned to an even keel, but that was about the times the dreams started. At first, they were dreams about Glenn and Lorraine Harris! Even though Bart was gone, Anne knew that Glenn still went to Reno to spend time with the owner of The Gray Dove. She would dream of the both of them on the boulder by the lake, making love in the bright sunlight. Or, sometimes, in the haymow of one of the barns at the Flying L, with Anne stumbling upon them and watching the ecstasy in the blond woman's face as she writhed beneath him. But, as Anne and Glenn had become closer friends, the dreams transformed from Glenn making love to Lorraine Harris, to him making love to her. Here. In her bed!

With a sigh, Anne decided that she was only frustrating herself further by this train of thought and swung her long legs over the edge of the bed to start her day. She had taken a bath the night before, so she simply availed herself of the washstand in the bedroom and filled the porcelain bowl with water from the pitcher. She took a quick sponge bath and then walked over to the closet, deciding upon a split skirt and blouse. Once her morning duties were done, she thought she'd take a nice long ride to, hopefully, clear her mind.

Anne went downstairs for breakfast, sitting alone at the large table, as was usual these days. She looked around at the large house, thinking that, while she loved the life that they'd had together here, it was still very much a reflection of her husband. Anne had never been fussy about decorations and the house reflected a warm, comfortable but decidedly masculine atmosphere. It was still very much the house that her husband had built when the ranch had begun to prosper and, while she had added her own touches here and there, it was a very large home that was filled with leather and wood furnishings, a great deal of heavy wood paneling and dark, masculine colors. It was her home and she loved it, but sometimes it became almost oppressive and she found that she had to get out into the sunshine to shake off the melancholy that she occasionally discovered herself slipping into.

After the cook served her breakfast, she went to the study to work on the books, deciding that the correspondence to her mother and her sister could wait until later. After looking over the figures she was pleased to see that there was more than enough to purchase the horses, as she had hoped, and dashed off a letter to the owner of the Hayes ranch outside of Carson City, informing them that, as per their prior correspondence, she would take all six horses and would send a crew to pick them up in three weeks.

She had just finished the letter when she heard a knock on the front door. Informing the cook, Rosa, that she would answer it, she opened the heavy oak door to discover Glenn Lambert standing on the other side.

"Morning, Annie. How are you on this fine day?" he asked, his hat in his hand and a smile on his face.

"Glenn, won't you come in?" she exclaimed, an answering smile creasing her face. "Would you like some coffee?"

"That sounds fine," he said, entering the house and looking around, a bit nervously Anne thought.

"You caught me at a good time, I've just finished looking over our books and you saved me from having to write a deadly dull letter to Mother," she chuckled, bringing the coffee pot from the dining room table into the den. It was the room that she and Glenn always seemed to gravitate to, and with its large welcoming stone fireplace, comfortable deep leather chairs and couch and the rifle cases mixed in with the bookcases, it was usually conducive to a nice, long chat. Usually.

They talked for a time about the horses that she was purchasing from the Hayes ranch and the breeding program that she was going to begin. While the Ramsey ranch would still primarily be a cattle ranch, she hoped to one day have a viable horse ranch as well. Glenn was impressed with the specifics and her vision of the future of the place and was quick to tell her so. However, it became clear that something was on his mind, and she finally asked him about it.

"Glenn, is something wrong?" she asked, frankly. "You seem out of sorts."

Glenn Lambert remembered the advice that Lorraine Harris had given him several months ago when she had tried to convince him that Anne Ramsey would be the perfect wife for him. She had listened to his concerns about Anne's seeming lack of interest in marital relations, at least that was what Bart Ramsay had seemed to think. And she had advised him to simply talk to Anne about it. That was the problem, how did a man go about asking a lady if she thought she'd enjoy a good, proper fuck with him, should they get married?!?!?!

"Would you like to take a ride?" he asked, abruptly. He had no definite plan for the rest of the conversation; however the walls of the house suddenly seemed as if they were closing in.

"I'd enjoy it very much. I was actually planning on a ride this morning anyway," Anne said, still puzzled but, deciding that perhaps patience truly was a virtue, holding her tongue.

She and Glenn walked to the barn and he had her favorite horse, Sassy (short for Sarsaparilla) saddled in short order. Anne could have saddled the horse blindfolded, but it was clear that he needed something to keep him occupied so she acquiesced.

"How about over by the lake?" he inquired. At her nod they headed both horses in that direction, kicking them both into a long, lazy lope.

Forty five minutes later, they came into the meadow clearing that was home to the lake that had been such a part of both their lives. The place was full of fond memories of family picnics, fishing and swimming excursions and hundreds of other gatherings of one sort or another over the years. Anne was pleased to see that Glenn seemed more relaxed by the time they dismounted. They both watered their horses in a comfortable silence, and then tied them to a low hanging branch on trees at the edge of the woods. 

Strolling back towards the lake, they talked about one of the family picnics here from long ago, back when the Lambert children were small.

"Yep, been coming here for years," Glenn sighed in contentment, as he climbed up onto his favorite perch; the boulder overlooking the lake. Anne tried to shove the memory associated with this boulder to the back of her mind and just let him talk.

"We've known each other for a lot of years too, haven't we, Annie?" he asked, unconsciously using the affectionate nickname that he always associated with her.

"Yes, we have. Twenty three years, if I remember correctly," she smiled, somewhat amazed that it had been that long since she'd come here as a bride.

"I remember the first time Bart met you. All he talked about for weeks was the pretty gal that he met at that party," Glenn chuckled. "He thought you were way too young for him, he couldn't believe it when you agreed to correspond with him."

"Well, my parents thought he was too old, too," Anne smiled, remembering the row that she'd had with her family over a man who was nearing fifty courting the Senator's twenty year old daughter. "But I liked Bart. He was the kindest man that I'd ever met. As we corresponded, he shared parts of himself with me that I couldn't imagine my father or brothers ever sharing with anyone. He was an easy man to fall in love with, and I'll be thankful for the life we had together until the day I die."

"That's the way I felt about my Lucy. Sometimes it's still hard to believe she's gone, she seems such a part of all of this," he said, gesturing to the land in general. "In the early days we worked this land side by side, I'da never been able to finish our first cabin before the snow flew without her. She was right there with me, swinging the axe and notching the logs."

"I loved her so much," Anne said softly, a faraway look in her eye. "She never talked down to me or made me feel as if I were a silly, young bride who'd been educated back east. She always treated me like an equal, like a friend. She made all the difference in my life here; she was the only woman friend that I had for a long time."

"Well, I remember when Bart brought you home. You looked like a scared young filly, all long legs and big eyes," he smiled, teasing her a bit. "But you never acted like a silly young thing, Annie. You always fit in, right from the start. You've turned into a hell of a business woman too, if you'll excuse my language."

Anne's cheeks flushed with pride. The fact that Glenn recognized her contributions to the family business meant the world to her. Bart had always loved working on the ranch, he loved the hands on part of it, but he had hated the bookwork. Once she had arrived and he had initially shown her how things were run, she had taken the paperwork over, devised her own system of bookkeeping and soon the ranch began to show profits that had surprised both her husband AND her. While she had always been content to let outsiders think that Bart ran it all, she was gratified that Glenn knew the truth.

"Anne, you and I, well......we've been friends for a long time now, haven't we?" Glenn began, determined to somehow or other get this conversation going in the direction that he wanted, come hell or high water.

"Yes. Twenty three years, I believe is what we just said," she said, teasing him a bit.

"Yep. And we've gotten closer during the last year or so, since.....since Bart's been gone, haven't we?" he continued, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"We have. You've been the best friend that I could have ever asked for, Glenn," she said, suddenly wondering if this conversation was going where she thought it was going.

"Well, that goes both ways, Annie girl," he said, looking at her, enjoying the red glints that came out in her chestnut brown hair in the sunshine. "You helped me get over the grief of losing my best friend. I feel like I've gotten to know you better. Not just as Bart's wife, but you as a person."

"I know what you mean," Anne admitted, suddenly feeling a bit shy at these revelations. "You were always Lucy's husband and Bart's friend. But, now, I feel like I know things about you...well...things that are a part of our friendship together."

"I'll never stop missing Lucy, I won't lie to you about that. But, over the last year or so, I've come to realize that I don't want to live the rest of my life alone, either," he continued, looking her in the eye for the first time since he'd begun his ramblings.

Anne felt her heart begin to beat faster and her cheeks flushed with becoming color. She had heard people speculating about the two of them, Glenn and her, wondering if they would marry. Anne hadn't allowed herself to think on it very much since she was afraid it would stain their friendship, particularly if he didn't ask. But, she had been honest enough to admit to herself that, should he ask, she would accept. She cared for the man very much and admired him more than she could say. She knew that they could have a good life together.

"I'd like to marry again, Anne, but not just anyone," he said, becoming a bit agitated, which confused her somewhat. Suddenly she wondered if he was going to ask her opinion about asking Lorraine Harris to marry him!

Jumping down from the boulder, he began to pace alongside it, to the lakes edge and back.

"Glenn, what is it you're trying to say?" she asked in as gentle a tone as she could muster while trying to prevent her voice from shaking too badly.

"What I'm trying to say is...is...that I'm sixty two, Annie, and that might seem old to you," he said quietly, as he came to stand closer to her. "But, even at sixty two, there are certain parts of a marriage that I couldn't live without. That I wouldn't be willing to live without. Do you...do you understand what I'm saying?"

Anne stared at him, thinking that she was following the train of thought that he was clearly trying to present in such a delicate manner. He was trying to say that he wanted a marriage that included physical intimacy, which was perfectly normal, to her way of thinking. But, for the life of her, she couldn't understand why he felt the need to spell it out this way for her.......until suddenly a light went on and she DID understand. He knew the kind of marriage that she and Bart had had....she had always known that he and Lucy were aware of Bart's injury and it didn't surprise or upset her that Bart had told Glenn about some of the intimate aspects of their life. She, herself, had confided in Lucy on occasion when she felt that she needed someone to talk to about things. But, somehow, she realized that Glenn was under the impression that, should the two of them marry, that she might not want to fulfill her wifely "duties".

Glenn saw so many different emotions flittering across Anne's face that he lost track of them all. He just knew that the final one reflecting from her hazel eyes was amazement. Reaching out to grasp her hand, he squeezed it hard and inquired, with regret, "I've offended you, haven't I?"

Anne miraculously resisted the urge to laugh and shook her head no, as she slid down off the boulder.

"No, Glenn, you haven't offended me," she said quietly, her hand still resting in his. "But, I'd like to ask you to do something for me."

"Anything you want, Annie" he said, feeling that he owed her this after what he'd just.....well...almost asked her.

"I'd like for you to follow me for a ways. You'll know where we're going when you see it," she said, pulling him by the hand towards their horses.

The two remounted and Anne headed Sassy to the west, prodding her into a canter with a touch of her heels. They continued north and west from the lake, crossing back onto Ramsey property but not heading towards the main ranch house. 




New Beginnings Ch. 02



Jean called Sue in the morning. "Hi, you hot chick. How did Mike take things?"

"Wow. He went ape. He wanted all the details and even ate my pussy while I described the fun that we both had. I was still full of Sam's cum and he licked it all out of me. He even actually got hard enough to really fuck me." 

"Great. Told you it would be lots of fun? Didn't I?"

"Yes. Much better than I expected. I thought I would feel really guilty but I don't." Sue said. 

"Nothing to be guilty about. Our men wanted us to get fucked so we did. My Harry is happy and now your Mike is too." 

"What's strange is that I enjoyed describing to him how we sucked those two guys and then switched and sucked the other. I even told him that you sucked my cunt clean of Walt's cum after he fucked me. Mike even licked Sam's fuck juices from me. Does Harry lick your cunt after you come home?" "He sure does, every time. He says he loves the taste of sucking another mans cum from me. Harry was nicely surprised that we swapped guys and let them both fuck us. That gave him two loads of cum to lap up from me." 

"Harry always licks you after?"

"Hell yes. He loves the taste." "Men are strange." Sue quipped as she said goodbye.

That evening after supper Mike said that he was going over to have a beer with Harry. "Be back in a while, see you in a bit." As he kissed her cheek. 

Minuets later the phone rang. Sue, it's Jean. Come on over."

"What's up? Why did you call?"

"Harry and Mike want to have us both tell of our adventure last night. Harry wants to hear your story and Mike wants me to describe mine to him." "Why not?" Sue replied. "Might turn them on enough to make us both happy." 

Harry sat on a comfortable chair with Jean on his lap as Sue and Mike got cozy on the couch across from them.

"Where should we start?" Jean asked. 

"At the bar where Sam exposed your titties." Mike told her.

Jean told how she had her tits played with and then described what Walt did to Sue, taking off her top and biting her nice tits, leaving bite marks all over them. Other people could see them but no one complained.

"Who else saw you?" Harry asked.

"Well.... The waitress when she brought our drinks. Two couples at another table in the vicinity, and a few other guys."

"Nobody complained?" asked Mike

"The waitress asked if we were having fun, and laughed."

"Then we left and went to Sam's apartment." Sue told them.

"Then?" From Harry.

"As soon as we were in the door we got naked." Jean said. "Is that what you want to know?"

"Oh, yea. Yes." Both men said at once. 

"Totally naked? All of you at one time?" Mike gasped.

"YES! Totally, stripped down, bare ass naked. Ready to get fucked. Sue jubilantly told them. 

"You asked? She told you!" Jean said. "You want to hear more?"

"We sure do. Please." Both nodded their heads.

"The fellows sat on the couch. Naked. We knelt and started to suck their nice hard cocks." Sue continued her tale. 

"I have an idea." Mike said. "Why don't you show us, while you tell us?"

"What do you mean? Sue asked.

"Get naked and suck us as you did them." Mike spoke as he unzipped his fly and showed her his half hard cock. 

"You've got to be joking? You want us to suck you guys? Here? Now?" Jean questioned. "Why not?" Her husband asked her. "You sucked those two guys stiff pricks. Why not your own husband's cocks?" 

"I'm game if you are." Claimed Sue. "Sounds like fun. OK with you?"

"All right, let's." Jean said as she stripped off her clothes. 

"You guys have to be naked too." Sue told them.

After Mike and Harry undressed, they were directed to sit side by side on the couch.

Sue and Jean knelt to their respective husbands. Taking semi stiff pricks in hand they began sucking their men.

Still sucking on Mike's slightly hard cock Sue was wishing it was either Walt or Sam she was blowing. Their cocks had been much harder, nicer to suck on.

"Sue!" Mike said. "Switch with Jean. I want to see you suck Harry. That's what I want. I want to see another mans cock in your mouth."

Sue and Jean swapped cocks. Harry's was slightly bigger than Mike. But that changed quickly as Mike lustfully watched his wife's mouth consume his friends cock.

"That's wonderful hun, you look so great with his cock in your mouth." Mike gasped as he felt his prick stiffening. He was finally watching his fondest fantasy.

Jean, sucking Mike, quickly noticed the change of his cock. Hardening nicely in her mouth. She welcomed the stiffness by sucking it deeper in her mouth.

"Harry? Harry? Can I fuck your wife? I need to fuck someone." Mike pleaded to his friend.

"Only if I can fuck yours." Harry replied lewdly. 

The women realizing what the men wanted laid back, opened their arms and welcomed the two hard cocks. Not caring which went where. 

The two friends fucked each others wives, side by side. All thinking that they should have started this sooner. But this was a great new beginning.



New Beginnings Ch. 02.1



Preface to our story.

Thank you to all who have given such great feed back to my newest series New Beginnings. Your emails were especially nice. I have a backlog of stories in my docs and submitted my afternoon with Sara, Part 3, before really finishing Part 2. Call it a sixties burnout that tried to drag then through the nineties, adult ADD, sexual nirvana whatever, I am back to finish my first experience with Steve and Sara set up by Ben. I hadn't even though where they story was going to go, but wanted to get this to my nice supporters, so I stripped naked, got some lube, watched some porn and well, here it is. I hope it is as well received as the others. 

I encourage you to read all in order with this as 2.1, but as they are really only my sexual fantasies/porn they probably stand alone. 

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Back in Ben's loft we left our friends about to return the pleasure I had given to Ben, Sara and Steve. They were in a huddle deciding who was going to do what. The great part was all three were going to give it to me. 

Sara turned to me and asked me: "Favorite part, cock, mouth or ass?" Without thinking I quickly replied: "All three!"

"Enough of this planning and rules lets just return to Johnny some of the pleasure he gave us." Says Sara.

"John, get comfortable on the bed on your stomach." Directs Ben.

Excited to get going I reach the bed in a few steps. During the time lapse after pleasuring my new friends my cock had lost most of its tumescence.

It was early evening now and the only light was coming through Ben's wall of windows so he went around the loft lighting some of the many candles located around the bed, shortly the place was filled with the subtle scent of the candles and their glow. 

As I lay on the corner of the bed I saw Steve at my head, Sara at my side and Ben between my legs. They all started touching, stroking or caressing me, each in their own way. The varying intensity, length of caress and general difference between the three was very stimulating. Their touches while extremely arousing were more sensual that sexual.

At my head I could feel Steve very close, so close I felt him lift his soft cock to rest on the top of my head, that fucking beautiful cock was huge soft. Previously in my cock fantasies, the cock was always of average size, nothing extreme. Almost always uncut but about my size. I understood women or maybe even men being "size queens" but didn't think that would interest me.

Well my first cock was an uncut beauty of larger than average and within days had sucked a huge cut one and loved both. Still a little hung up on having the smallest cock in the room, I felt reassured knowing I had given quality pleasure to three people within minutes of each other. And now they were about to return that pleasure.

Back to their attention. Ben was working my legs up to my butt and Sara was doing my back down to my butt. Steve was concentrating on my shoulders and arms. I have had a few massages, most with some form of happy ending but this was well beyond that.

I was thinking that it would be nice if all of us were covered in oil and able to roll around together. I would have to suggest that to the group later.

As I was on the corner of the bed their movement was a little limited but it hardly mattered. Sara was kneeling on the bed itself and Steve at one end and Ben on the side. Being a wanton slut I had to have more and started exploring with my hands. I was touching anyone within reach. Noticing this they all made it easier for me. 

Sara sat on my hand and I loved feeling her hot, wet pussy running my fingers through her hair down to her clit, lips and slick opening. Ben placed his semi hard cock in my other hand so I could explore it and his balls.

Ben and Sara were now concentrating on my ass. Squeezing and spreading my cheeks, caressing my balls and running fingers through my ass crack and teasing my anus. This is a new erogenous area for me, long overlooked by previous lovers and knowing this Ben had extra incentive and Sara joining in really heightened my pleasure. Somehow Steve sensed my oral fixation and turning my head presented his cock to me. Still only semi hard I welcomed it into my mouth, sucking and licking the crown. 

For years I have felt that my primary sex organ was my mouth, preferring to eat a pussy that fuck one. Now that I have sucked cock and can freely lick an anus I firmly believe this.

I was now moaning with some frequency and grinding my crotch into the bed. Seeing this Sara suggest it is time to roll me over. Eagerly doing this I roll right over. Before I am settled, Steve cradling my head guides me farther up the bed so I am at the edge making it easier for him to present his cock to my mouth. 

Someone, Sara I think, takes my cock into their mouth down to the base and a hand continues to caress my balls, pulling them down stretching my sack.

Ben takes my ankles in his hands and lifts them to his shoulders and shifts from my balls to my anus. Wetting his fingers Ben starts pleasuring my anus. First circling it then gently penetrating bit with a finger tip. Then I feel his hot breath on my anus and finally his hot tongue. He is slathering spit all over my anus and relaxing I can feel him pushing it into me.

Sara now sees my balls unattended and adds them to her work. Sensing her pussy is out of reach she shifts so it once again falls onto my hand. 

Steve's' cock is very hard now making it awkward for me to get a mouthful. Knowing I can't get half of it into my mouth at best, I still want as much as I can get. Steve shifts to the side of the bed so I can turn my head and suck more of him in and he guides his big nut sack to my hand. Slowly but firmly Steve fucks my mouth ever aware of my depth limitations. 

At the other end Ben lowers my leg nearest Sara to the bed, but holding the other up high rolls me to my side enough to drop down to rim me. This is some new level of heaven. A cock in my mouth, a mouth on my cock and a tongue in my ass. Working separately they sense my heightened level of pleasure and working together start bringing me to climax.

Speeding up his face fucking Steve asks: "How close are you and where do you want my cum?"

Moving just enough to speak I tell everyone I am very close and want Steve to cum right where he is. 

Ben now has his lips surround and press hard to my anus and makes love to it with his tongue. Steve is giving me all I can handle and Sara is sucking me madly and I have spit running down my balls so copiously that Ben must be sucking it in.

Powerfully I feel it start in my anus, it is like a bolt of lightening and moves through my balls and up my cock into Sara's' mouth. Seeing this Steve with his great control lets loose shot after shot of hot cum into my mouth and down my throat. I can't match Steve's' explosive gift but know I am giving Sara all I have. It seems to last forever and time appears to stop. I am overwhelmed, my cock is shooting, I am sucking, my hands are full of juicy pussy and hot pulsing balls and ass is being treated as an equal part of the beast that is my newly and fully explored sexuality. 

Sensing that I am completely fucked my lovers pull back. A cock slides from my mouth, mine from another hot mouth and my ass is given one last long wet lick. 

Smiling Ben says: "Welcome to our group."



New Beginnings Ch. 02



THE NEXT CHAPTER.

Ben had just taken my anal cherry and we were heading for his shower to freshen up.

Everything in the loft was open. The bath area was around the back side of the bed with a low wall between them. The floor was tiled and the shower had only three walls but was big enough to hold four people. There were three shower heads and we used all of them.  

We were so rung out we just soaped each other up and gave each other a good scrubbing. There was even a bidet. 

"Nice huh?" he said, "The people who I rent from thought of everything."

We dried each other off and went back to lie nakeed across the bed. Ben put some soft music 

on and we just lay there collecting ourselves.

He asked if the next time we were together would I be open to him bringing in the couple he had mentioned.

I said I would be open to meeting them and see if we all were comfortable with each other. 

He asked if he could tell them anything about our time together to give them an idea of what I might be receptive to.

I asked him not to be too specific so I wouldn't be to embarrassed to meet them.

He asked me to trust him as he picked up the phone.

I couldn't pass up the opening and said, "Trust you, you won't cum in my mouth I suppose!" He was laughing so hard he had to put the phone down as he got his shit together.

After a moment he made the call and was talking to one of the couple. He was saying that he had just had an exciting time with a new male friend and thought of them because he felt we had a lot in common. He asked them if they would like to meet me sometime. They must of said yes as he asked me when would be a good time for us to get together for a lunch or something. We worked something out and he said his good byes and hung up. I had to get going and told him that I would never forget the things we had done and was looking forward to more.

We both had somewhere to be so, giving his fine cock a long soft stroke, I regretfully had to get dressed and leave.

It seemed to take forever until I was to meet Sara and Steve, but the day finally had arrived. I still saw Ben regularly at the gym but we had not had a chance to get back together. 

We all met at an open air restaurant on a nice warm afternoon.

Ben introduced all of us and I don't know who was more nervous, me or either of them. They were an attractive couple about my age. Sara was a little younger than any of us about 5 feet tall with short almost white hair, I was wondering if her pubic hair matched. I would have to describe her as, pretty, petite with a nice smile. She had small but what appeared to be firm breasts and looked like they were still firm enough to stand up without the aid of a bra. 

Steve was taller than me, about five eight or nine, dark with black hair. He looked to be in very good shape. The conversation was awkward at first with all of trying to hard, until Ben said " Relax, I have seen you all naked and if you don't quit worrying I'll start telling stories!" 

Thank God we were isolated from the few other diners when he said it. Sara said something about remembering a story or two she could tell on him.

He replied that if she didn't he might have to himself!

So to try to lighten things up I asked her how long they had known Ben.

She said about a year and that after getting to really know each other they tried to get together a couple of times a month.

I told them that Ben and I had really only met a short time ago. "Well" she quipped, "it didn't take you two long to get together."

"Yeah I said things moved pretty fast, I guess I must have been ready for a change as I was just getting out of another bad relationship and wasn't looking for another bad one and was kind of gun shy about getting back into the dating scene." 

Everyone was letting their guard down when the waiter came with the check. After the usual give and take about who was paying Ben asked what now?

Steve looked at Sara and inclined his head and she said " How about your place Ben."

It was a short walk and Sara and I drifted together as Steve and Ben lead the way to Ben's.

When we got there we all sat around the low table on the floor by the couch. Nobody seemed to know what to do next when Ben said, "Well my house, my rules, new rule." 

Before he could state the rule Sara jumped in and asked " Since when do we have rules?"

Ben said since you three might sit here forever before anyone got up the nerve to make the first move.

"So everyone stand in a circle," which we all did. "Now remove the top of the person to your left."

I was between Sara and Steve but got to take off Sara's' top. I was right her nice firm little breasts stood up nicely without any help. It was a little awkward trying to remove someone else's clothes while yours were being removed. 

We all got each others top off when Ben said drop the persons bottom to your right and if they have anything on underneath, that too. 

It was Steve who I had to do this time and as I was unbuckling his belt and lowering his zipped Sara exclaimed, "This was easy, John doesn't wear much!" 

I stepped out of my jeans and out of my moccasins and was the first one naked. I was kind of shocked to be the first, but continued with Steve while stealing looks at Sara. I had to work a little to get Steve's pants and boxers down but got in a quick feel of his cock and was surprised at his size. He was barely getting hard and as big as I am hard. Ben and Sara were both watching me for my reaction and both laughed.

"Impressive isn't it?" said Sara.

"Now you know why I had you do him" Ben said.

Don't worry about anything Sara said, if I can live with little titties you can live with a smaller cock than Steve.

"Thanks for not saying little Sara" I replied. 

Don't worry yours looks like the kind that will fit anywhere.

Steve said, "Sara is especially happy as I am too big to fuck her cute little rosebud and Ben is almost to big unless she is really horny, so you can look forward to helping us with her where we can't."

As were all naked Ben said next rule, new guy gets everyone off!

I was taken aback but excited.

He added: "don't worry the last rule is after everyone gets new guy off."

Sara said, "Then can we have no more rules?"

Ben said that by then we wouldn't need any.

So I told everyone to have a seat on the couch. Sara got in the middle so it didn't matter which end I started at I had to suck cock to get to her pussy. I was still a little hung up about being bi and not gay!

I looked at Steve's impressive cock and thought to save it for last so I could build up to it.

I knelt in front of Ben and took his familiar cock in my hand and put the head in my mouth. As I was getting into it and he was getting harder I took my head away and stroked his foreskin back and forth exposing the crimson crown as I had come to think of his cock head. I thought with the head fully exposed he might cum quicker.

As I was sucking him I let my hand rest on Sara's' thigh, slowly caressing up her to the heaven between her legs. 

In the surprise of seeing Steve's huge cock for the first time I had missed looking at Sara's pussy to see what color her hair was.

As I reached her hot moist center I found she kept her hair trimmed but still had some. I prefer a hairy pussy but am not fussy. I couldn't see the color but found the area around her lips was shaved giving me easier access to them which felt to be very full.

As I slipped my finger into her I was surprised to find her a little looser that I had expected but luckily didn't show any reaction. She and Steve must have been together for some time.

She reacted with an intake of breath. I could smell her aroma and it was full and sweet. It had been to long since I had any pussy.

By now Ben was grabbing my head and face fucking me until he came down my throat. I couldn't contain all of if and some ran out my mouth and Sara said: "come here lover", and kissed me sucking and licking up the entire overflow.

I slid down her chest stopping to take each of her fine little breasts into my mouth. As I finally got down to her pussy I could see that it was the same shade as her other hair. She was a natural or colored both ends. I could care less. 

All I wanted was something sweet and warm and she was both.

I pulled her to the edge of the couch so she was exposed to my view and tongue as much as possible. I buried my face in her snatch and inhaled. She was fragrant and wet.

I started by rubbing my face in her hair and then down to her lips. After a couple of seconds I opened my mouth enough to suck in her lips and stick my tongue into her. She let out a sigh that made my day. I have always thought I was a great pussy eater and sucked in her juices. After enjoying her opening and lips she was getting into my work. I then drifted up to locate her clit and gave it a lick. Before she could really get into it, I dropped back to sucking and licking the rest of her beautiful little snatch. 

I went back to her clit and gave it a longer and fuller suck. My time spent below was shortened as she pulled my head up so I could concentrate on her clit. I had replaced my lips on her opening with my fingers and had two in her and was fucking her slowly as I sucked her clit.

It didn't take long before she came pushing herself into my face as hard as she could. Her legs started to quiver and her breathing became more rapid and I could feel it hot on the back of my neck. Taking one of my wet fingers I placed it on her little star. 

It was hot to my touch and she flexed it so that it opened and let my finger tip enter her. This must have been enough for her to push her over the edge, as she wrapped her legs around my head and came with a moan that must have come from her soul.

Once she came back to earth, I backed off and savored the contented look on her face.

When she was coming down I had started stroking Steve's hard cock. He was bigger than I expected. I had grown to like Ben's and felt good with his size but Steve was so much bigger and I wanted to give him as much pleasure as the others. 

Moving between his legs I sucked as much of him into my mouth as I could but couldn't get half of him in so I was using my hands. Steve didn't seem to mind and was lying back enjoying my work. As I was getting into a rhythm Sara playfully hit him on the chest and said " Now don't make him work forever, relax and let it go" 

She said to me " He has great control and can last forever when he wants, but Ben and I want to get to pleasing you John".

With that Steve started to relax and pushed his ass forward to the couch edge and started to cum almost immediately. He came forcefully and with great quantity. His rapid climax surprised me by cummimg on so quickly. I couldn't contain it all as some ran down my chin. I held what part of his cock in my mouth I could, expecting to feel him soften but surprisingly he stayed almost as hard as before he came. 

This was an impressive man, he could have a career in porn!

Feeling proud of myself with servicing everyone so well and quite quickly, I sat back on the coffee table and realised just how hard my cock was.

I was looking forward to the next part of Bens' Rules!



New Beginnings Ch. 02



Rukku ran down the stairs, dizzy with the arousal of what she had just seen. She had a twinge of regret as well over having missed the full view of her mother Maniamma's sumptuous breasts.

What she had no dearth of was her first view of a cock. Rangappa, old as he was, was no less endowed for that and was virile as ever, as evidenced by the hardness she had seen. It seemed wondrous and large leaving Rukku wondering, "Is that the size of thing my mother takes in with all her various lovers? How does she open up to accommodate such pillars of flesh? Will I be able?"

The 21-year old girl was the diametric opposite of her mother. If the mother was voracious in her appetite for sex, the daughter deliberately held herself back. Not that she hadn't inherited her mother's sexuality; she was --deep inside -- just like her mom.

It was just that all her mother's lovers were licentious and had more than once tried to seduce her. Some of her mother's younger lovers were clearly in her age group and felt entitled to pitch for her.

Years of cultivating a defense mechanism had rendered her immune to these advances and predators. And yet bubbling beneath the surface was Rukku, an exact sexual replica of her mother, Maniamma the temptress and seductress. 

This was the first time Rukku had such a ringside view of a sexual encounter between two adults. There had been other opportunities to indulge the voyeur in her, had she wanted to, given her mother's proclivity for sex. 

Sometimes she looked in a very general sort of way to understand what was happening. She noted sexual positions, unusual locations and the inherent dangers in the situations. But when it came to the more intimate details she always looked away or wandered off. Yet, the sights and sounds were not lost on her.

This time, what she saw was something unexpected. The naïve young woman knew next to nothing of sexual encounters. 

She did not know that a woman could take a man in her mouth. She could not imagine that a man would experience the kind of pleasure their benevolent landlord had felt, when his legs went taut. Did not sex involve penetration? 

And while she had masturbated often enough to know that a person could pleasure his or herself, she had not considered that a man would enjoy a woman masturbating and mouthing him in preference to an outright fuck.

In giggling conversations with others of her age group she had learnt of how semen rushed into the woman to impregnate her. For the first time that morning she saw that white, thick substance spewing out of a man and gushing in viscous waves over her mother's clenched fist. The way her mother's mouth was hanging open, dripping saliva as she pleasured Rangappa, the daughter feared her mother was going to be hit in the face, or worse, have to swallow the substance.

But her mother adroitly avoided that. In fact, she noted the expertise with which the woman milked the cock in her hand. "Is that the same effect a pussy has on a cock?" she wondered. 

She clenched her pussy to see how tight it would go, as she settled on the heap of canvasses under the staircase near the borewell pump. This was her favorite spot, where undetected she dreamed of lovers and sex when aroused. This was where she pleasured herself. And she was in serious need of pleasure right now.

One hand grasped her own breast, the way she had seen Rangappa clench her mother's breast. It was a bit hard to believe: the jovial and cordial Rangappa was their benevolent landlord who allowed them use of various facilities around his house. Not on one occasion had Rukku seen him say or do one thing out of place. She had long admired the man for his 'clean' behavior.

Now, a doubt cropped up. Was there a secret dalliance between her mother and the landlord, which was the real reason behind his benevolence?

Rukku had no way of knowing that the encounter she had just witnessed was the first ever.

In fact, from what she had seen that morning the pleasure seeking ways of Rangappa were so obvious and Rukku could not be blamed for jumping to conclusions. 

As she imagined her own hand and mouth on Rangappa, as she imagined her own pussy stretching to take in the thick cock, her other hand wandered down. She sucked her stomach in so the petticoat cord had the slack to take her hand. Her middle finger slid past the mat of pubic hair and she found her passage slick with flow, ready to welcome her. 

She slid her finger in to as far as it would go. It was not far enough. She put three fingers together, raised her hips and spread her legs out. She slid them in, again as far as they would go. Then she found her thumb against her clit. She rotated her wrist, creating traction between the ball of the thumb and the knob of flesh.

Pleasure frissoned through her lissome body. Through the cloth of her blouse, she pinched at herself harder, desperate to somehow mimic the feeling of a man's hand. It had to be harder, rougher -- that would be the only thing she could consider as a man's effect on her! Anything else -- her own hands -- were too soft to deliver her the pleasure she so craved right now.

She had no exposure or experience to texture, skin, temperature and the passion driving a man that touched a woman.

As her fingers slid in and out with increasing ease, it became clear that she was juicing up more than she ever had in the past. Her need soared as fingers became less effective. She needed a man, she thought in desperation, noting that there was no one really eligible. She thrust her hips too, as her fingers plunged, desperate to feel more pleasure. May be any man would do, never mind eligibility.

She thought of the eligible young men in their circle. The strongest of them had been taken by her mother. She had once seen them on an empty plot of land. A large cloth had been tied to trees to form a tent like they did in the villages. Beneath lay her Maniamma, legs spread wide apart. The strong young man, his muscles rippling, his buttocks taut, was busy pounding into her mother. She had taken note of the woman's hand clutching those strong buttocks and pulling him in, again and again.

She needed some pounding like that! While on other days she refused to entertain thoughts of fucking men her mother had fucked, today if he appeared before her right now, she would more than willing take him. Here and now!

In desperation she looked around, as though if she spotted a man she would have him, then and there. Her eyes fell on the creeper running up the wall and she saw the small cucumbers growing on the vine of the plant. It reminded her of the landlord Rangappa's cock. 

She stretched out to reach but the nearest cucumber was just a wee bit too far away. Finally, she heaved herself up from her reclining position and lunged for the phallus shaped vegetable. She got her target.

Now, bunching up the folds of her petticoat, she nosed her pussy open with the knob of one end of the cucumber. She allowed the cucumber to be coated with her juices as she rotated the knob around the opening of her pussy. She then used this slickness to push the cucumber in a bit deeper. Now she was able to rotate it a lot less. She wiggled her hips and gasped as her pussy gave and absorbed the trunk of the cucumber. 

She remembered hearing a similar gasp from her mother one night, when in a daring act, Maniamma had mounted her husband, even while her daughter lay asleep a hand's length away. 

She had not been asleep. She had heard the man whispering something to Maniamma. Then she had seen the silhouette of her mother rising. She noticed her mother resting one knee on the floor while the other was akimbo. As the silhouette shape fell, she was treated to the sound of the gasp, as her husband's cock dutifully filled her space.

That fullness is what Rukku was hungry for. For now, the cucumber would have to serve her. Remembering a cautionary tale, which had sounded hilarious at the time, Rukku eased the cucumber back out a bit and instantly felt the ache of vacuum. She shoved it right back, this time with careless vigor. 

"Ah!" she exulted as the stretching gave her the first full sense of pleasure she had been seeking. There was hope for her yet! Her hips started fucking the cucumber and her hand acquired a rhythm in which the supple, firm cylinder slid in and out. There was a gentle curve at which the cucumber would go no further and Rukku did not dare plunge it further than that.

She noted that the rhythm of her hand was quite similar to the rhythm of her mother's hand on Rangappa Ayya (respectful title for an elder).

She shuddered a little spasm as she smiled to herself: same rhythm for cock as for cunt. She felt a yawning hunger inside her and the fucking became more desperate.

Leaving her breast clothed in its blouse, she slid her hand to other breast, this time under the blouse. She caught her nipple in a brutal grip between thumb and forefinger and twisted and rotated her long brown teats in rhythm with the fucking. 

A man, she needed a man! She wanted to feel the weight of a man. She wanted this cucumber to be a cock, and for it to throb from within. 

As her pussy melted into orgasm and gushed, she desperately wished for a similar warm gush to flood into her. She imagined the jets of cum thrown up by Rangappa's cock and wanted to feel such jets in her.

She wept in pleasure and frustration as she ceaselessly slid the cucumber back and forth. What had proved sufficient at the beginning proved now to be wet and slick to the point that sensations were fewer than before.

She pulled at one nipple, then the other. "Yes!" she screamed inwardly. "I want this pleasure! More! And from someone else!" she sobbed.

As the waves of the rough edges of her pleasure receded, so did the desperation. What replaced it was a resolve that she would now make sure she got the real thing.

She just had to find a man that would qualify.



New Beginnings Ch. 02



The walk back towards the restaurant went by in a flash, my thoughts were distracted by thoughts of the kiss we had shared and the passion that had flowed so easily between us. Our hands remained interlocked as we walked, fingers moving against one another, silently expressing our mutual desire. It was nearly dark, the parking lot deserted when we reached his car and I was still reluctant to end the date. He again opened the car door for me and I got in. I was still high on the endorphins from the all the kissing and his light touches on my body. When he was behind the wheel of the car, my hand grazed his leg and we looked at one another, mutual desire still burning between us. It wasn't like we were strangers, and I made a quick decision to prolong our evening. 

His mind seemed to be in the same place; we reached for one another simultaneously and again our mouths met. We started kissing fervently, this time with more urgency and my hands moved to slip his shirt out of his pants. His skin felt soft and warm beneath my hands as I massaged his body while kissing him passionately. His hands came up to graze my breasts, timidly at first, the first touch sending a shock wave of arousal to my brain. When he moved his hands up under my shirt I shivered at his touch and moaned on his mouth. His hands slowly moved upward towards my bra, each touch working me up a little bit more and when they reached my tits I gasped, felt myself get wetter, thoughts of taking it slow dissipating with every passing second. 

I moved my hands lower on his body as he reached around to unclasp my bra, when his warm fingers started slowly massaging my nipples and bringing them to life, I started undoing his belt. My nipples were like a direct link to my clit and each touch was heavenly. I unzipped his pants as he leaned the seat back slightly to give me better access. His fingers kept manipulating my nipples and our tongues were still dancing as I reached into his pants to rub his stiff cock. I felt him moan and his body jerk as my fingers rubbed him through his boxers. We wanted more though, and soon my hand was climbing into grab his cock and stroke it up and down. 

He was growing in my hand as I rubbed him, his hips were coming up off the seat and his hands were moving faster on my nipples. I felt myself climbing toward orgasm but I wanted him in my mouth first. I pulled my mouth away from him and again our eyes met, he looked at with with a lustful grin and sat back, hands coming off me reluctantly. I started unbuttoning his shirt, fingers fumbling with each one, then I pushed it aside and I put my head down to lick his hard chest, trailing towards each of his nipples, then down towards his pelvis. I put my knees up on my seat so I could get to him better over the center console and giving him access again to my breasts. I eased his pants and boxers out of the way and slowly brought my mouth down to his hard cock. 

This was further than I had planned to go but nothing could have stopped me at that moment. My full focus was on pleasuring him and myself in the process. I licked him up and down slowly with my tongue, loving hearing him take in his breath as I worked him. I then put my mouth over the head of his cock, sucked in hard on just the head, my tongue swirling over the top. He brought one hand back to my shirt, moving it up and over my tits, to slowly start rubbing my nipples as his other hand came to rest at the back of my neck, slowly rubbing and grazing my hair. 

I opened my mouth a bit wider and started sliding him in, tongue following slowly as I bobbed my head up and down half his length. He was moaning as I moved, his fingers pushing down ever so slightly on my head, willing me to take more of him. I took my time complying, but eventually eased him fully into my mouth, swallowing as I felt him hit the back of my throat. I eased back, trying not to gag, then pushed down a bit further with each thrust of my head until the tip of his cock was my throat. 

I could taste the pre-cum starting to leak out of him and as he rolled my nipple between his thumb and forefinger I moaned, forcing his cock impossibly further into my throat. He was moaning louder, mumbling expletives mixed with my name and four quick bobs of my head later I could feel his hot seed shoot down my throat as his hips came up and a primal groan came from his lips. I kept my mouth in place as he shot twice more into my mouth then eased up and off of him. He was sitting back on the seat, eyes closed in afterglow and a lovely smile on his face. 

When he opened his eyes he looked at me with admiration and lust, he slowly started buttoning his shirt as I adjusted my clothing as well. I was debating asking him back to my house but I felt like it might be perfect to leave things like this. 

"Thank you, Paige," he said, starting the car and glancing over at me. 

"You are very welcome," I replied with a schoolgirl giggle, his hand came to rest on my leg as he backed out of the parking place, his fingers snaking up my leg, feeling amazing and increasing my intense arousal. He drove deftly to my house, conversation quiet but not uncomfortably so, desire still lingering in the air. His fingers were nearing my nearly soaking pussy and I was incredibly horny for them to go further. My mind was racing, trying to decide what to do and willing time to slow but before I knew it we were there. 

He parked, and looked over at me curiously. His hand lingered at the edge of my thong and it took all of my energy to not invite him in. 

"I had a lovely evening Aaron," I began, "But I think I should go inside." I finished and he slowly pulled his hand back disappointedly but resigned, seeming to understand. He smiled at me and leaned in for one final kiss before I got out of the car. 

"I'll call you, we definitely have to do this again!" He said with honest enthusiasm as I opened the door and climbed out. I agreed and watched him drive away, a bit of longing remaining but satisfied with how things had gone. No need to rush, I told myself, there is always tomorrow. 

I walked to the door of my house and used my key to unlock the door. I felt my phone vibrate in my purse and pulled it out. My heart did a little flip-flop when I saw it was from him. "Had a GREAT time, Paige, can't wait till next time :)" The words brought a huge smile to my face and I quickly replied.

"Me too, Aaron, thanks again for dinner." I wanted to stay casual but still make sure he knew I was interested. I sat my phone down and went to my bedroom. I slowly started peeling off my clothing, first kicking my shoes aside then my skirt and shirt. When I was in only my bra and panties, I moved to the full length mirror to examine myself. I could definitely stand to lose a few pounds but was luckily curvy enough to make up for it. My 36C tits were well shaped and my pink nipples were quite large. I turned around and looked at myself over my shoulder and gazed at my ass. It was plump and well shaped; probably my best asset. 

I moved away from the mirror to lie down on the bed, unsnapping my bra and tossing it aside on the way. The cool sheets felt great and I started rubbing my nipples, remembering the way he had done it, switching back and forth, growing my arousal further. I kept one hand on my right nipple and drug my left down to my thong, pulling it aside so I could rub my wet pussy. I spread my legs and bent my knees slightly, my middle finger coming to touch my clit and rub around it slightly, feeling how soaking wet my pussy was. 

My mind went to how good his cock had felt in my mouth how wonderful his hands had felt on my nipples and I knew I wasn't going to last long. I added my index finger to my middle one and started rubbing my clit faster and faster. I stopped, not wanting to cum too quickly and brought both hands to my tits, each rubbing a nipple, prolonging my pleasure and making my pussy ache to be touched. When I could take it no longer, I moved my left hand back to my pussy and slid my middle finger into my tight cunt, slowly working it in and out of my moist tunnel, feeling my muscles clench before adding a second finger and fucking myself harder with them. 

Soon my body was aching for release and when I brought just my middle finger back to my clit, it only took a couple of soft strokes before I reached my peak and the orgasm overcame my body. I moaned out and my pelvis lifted off of the bed, the pleasure radiating through my body as I came. I kept my fingers in place rode it out, coaxing a couple more waves of ecstasy from my quaking body. 

Immediately I felt sated and drowsy, my only regret that it hadn't been him who had made me cum. I could only imagine how heavenly his tongue would feel on my body and I knew that soon I would be finding out for myself, it was only a matter of time. I arose from the bed and went to the bathroom for a hot bath, grabbing my rabbit vibrator just in case the mood struck....

To be continued...



New Beginnings Ch. 02



Nearly an hour later, they came to a small cabin by a stream nestled in a grove of aspens. Glenn didn't remember ever seeing the small dwelling before, and he thought he knew the Ramsey property as well as his own.

"What is this?" he asked as they pulled up beside it. "Has this always been here?"

"No, it hasn't," she smiled as she dismounted and opened the gate to the small corral off to the side. Following her lead, Glenn unsaddled Big Gray as she removed the saddle from Sassy, assuming they were going to be here for a while.

As they walked towards the cabin, he took quick stock of it and estimated it to be about twenty five feet wide by twenty feet deep. There was a stone chimney at one end and he saw a stovepipe sticking out of the back wall. They climbed up onto the small, covered porch and Anne pulled the leather strip that opened the latch from inside.

As he walked inside, he smiled, although he still didn't know what this place was or why they were there. The inside walls were whitewashed, there was a simple oval braided rug with a rocking chair at one end of the room by the fireplace, a small dropped leaf table with a chair on either side under one of the front windows, a small cookstove and a wooden cabinet along the back wall, and a bedstead covered by a blue quilt at the end opposite the fireplace. There was a jug of dried lavender on one windowsill. That was all the adornment in the little dwelling however it was serenely appealing in its simplicity.

"Anne, I don't think I've ever seen this cabin before," Glenn stated, crossing over to the fireplace and running his hand along the oak mantle.

"After Bart died, there were times that I felt as if I were trapped in the house at the ranch," Anne quietly began. "I treasure the memories that I have there, but sometimes the walls just felt like they were closing in. So, last summer, I hired some men to build this. I've always loved this spot on the ranch; the sound of the stream has always managed to soothe my soul when I was upset about something. I love being able to look out across the meadow and see the mountains and trees; the same way that you enjoy the surroundings at the lake. And, I....I felt as if I needed a small place on the ranch that was mine....all mine.....where I didn't have memories of Bart there to make me feel sad or lonely. I can come here and read or write letters, or just come and sleep and listen to the water rushing along or the wind blowing through the leaves in the trees. I come here when I just need a little time to myself."

"Well, it's sure a pretty spot. I can understand why you like it here," he said quietly, but with questions still in his eyes.

"But you wonder what this has to do with what we were discussing, don't you?" she smiled as he slowly nodded.

"Glenn, when I married Bart, I knew what I was getting into. It wasn't something that I didn't think about long and hard," she admitted, gazing into his eyes. "Although proper young women aren't brought up to speak of such things, I can tell you true that most of them look forward to sharing a bed with their husbands as much as their husbands do. I know that I certainly did. But, when I met Bart, I fell in love with the whole man, not just the way he made me feel. I had the same wants and desires as other young woman my age, but I was willing to accept whatever physical limitations there were to our marriage, because I thought Bart was worth it. And, in our own way, we did satisfy each other."

"Are....are you sure, Anne?" Glenn asked hesitantly. The conversation was awkward as hell, but he was bound and determined to get it all out in the open so that they would both know exactly where they stood with the other. "I know that Bart was never ... well ....wasn't always sure that you enjoyed being with him...in an intimate way."

"But I did, Glenn. I craved closeness with him, in whatever way he could show it," Anne said, earnestly, although with decidedly red cheeks. "But I think that there was a part of him that always felt guilty about never being able to ..well...pleasure me like other men pleasure their wives. I always felt that I was caught between a rock and a hard place, because if I had ....well...been overly enthusiastic, Bart would have seen right through it. He wasn't a stupid man and I wouldn't have been a very good actress," she laughed, a bit ruefully. "But if I had admitted to him that, sometimes, I was frustrated because of the limitations of our lovemaking, it would have hurt his pride terribly. So, I just did the only thing that I could do; I grasped for every bit of pleasure that he and I could have together and hoped that it would be enough. For both of us."

Glenn nodded and heard the truth in what she said, realizing that, up until now, he had only heard Bart's side of the situation. He should have realized that there was more to it than that. He thought back to the bright, energetic girl that Anne had been and should have realized that she had the same needs and desires of other young women, the kinds of desires that Lucy had had when she had been the same age.

He snapped back to attention when he saw Anne reach for the button at the neck of her blouse and slowly unbutton it. Then her hands moved to the next button.....and then the next. His eyes widened as she unbuttoned it all the way and pulled it out of the riding skirt, revealing a thin white camisole beneath which accented the curves of her breasts and the dark, pert nipples which were visible as they pressed against the delicate fabric.

"Anne, no!" he said urgently, suddenly realizing her objective. "There's no need for this. You don't have anything to prove to me."

"No, Glenn, nothing to prove," she said, her voice softly shaking as she crossed the few steps to him and rested her hands against his chest. "But I want you to show me.....I want you to show me what it feels like for a man to make love to me the way I've always dreamt ....I want you to make me feel like a woman."

He looked at this warm, appealing woman with the dark, silken hair, fascinating hazel eyes, long legs and firm, womanly figure. He reached to cup her cheek in his hand and stroked her still smooth skin with his thumb, taking in just the beginnings of a few lines around her eyes and mouth. Then he lowered his mouth to hers, feeling desire course through him at her sigh as she relaxed against him, sliding her arms around his back.

Glenn took things slowly, pleased that he wasn't in the heated fervor that he'd been in with Lorraine Harris several years ago. He slowly ran his hands up and down her back, then went lower to caress her pleasantly firm behind. He smoothed his hands up to the back of her waist and worked on the buttons of her riding skirt as he nuzzled her neck, realizing with delight that she was working on pulling his shirt out of his pants at the same time.

The last button finally gave way and the skirt fell to the ground, with Anne stepping out of it, now clothed in only her thin camisole, matching bloomers and riding boots. Glenn realized with a bit of amusement that she didn't seem as shy as one might think, standing in front of him in next to nothing, as well as the fact that she seemed more than eager to get his shirt unbuttoned. He playfully wrapped his arms around her as he unbuttoned each cuff while she worked at the final three shirt buttons before yanking the shirt down his arms and tossing it across the back of the kitchen chair.

Taking her hand and leading her over to the bed, he had her hold onto the headboard as he pulled off first one of her boots and stockings, and then the other. She undid the thick coil of hair at the nape of her neck, shaking it out to fall down to her waist in a wild tumble as Glenn removed his boots. He took in the seductive sight and, closing the distance between them once more, grasped the hem of her camisole and slid it up over her head, revealing her surprisingly high, firm breasts to him. He eagerly loosened the ribbon at her waist and took a great deal of pleasure of sliding the bloomers down over her smooth hips, then urged her back on the bed so that he could drink in the sight of her laying on her side as she waited for him to join her.

She was long and lean, her hips and legs toned from years of riding horses, her upper body propped up on one long, slim arm as the other resting against her hip. Her hair swirled around her breasts and shoulders, matching the soft triangle between the slim length of her legs. She was a beautiful sight and he felt his cock pressing against his trousers, begging for release from its confines.

"Anne, I'll be as careful as I can, but I need to tell you that I'm a large man," he said, yanking at first one button, then the next. "I know that you may not be a virgin, but you're pretty damned close."

"I know, I've seen you," she said, a seductive smile playing around her mouth as his hands stilled for a moment while he looked into her eyes.

"What? When?" he asked, confused.

"Well now, that's a story for another time," she said, smiling as he resumed the struggle with his pants.

Finally divesting himself of the bothersome garment, he quickly untied the string holding his long john bottoms up and slid them off his body until he was as naked as Anne, watching her eyes widen at the sight of his cock, before he joined her on the bed. He lay facing her and pulled her into his arms, joining his mouth with hers and kissing her long and deep. Their bodies were pressed together from head to toe, the contrast of her soft curves against his muscular frame a delight. Her hands smoothed over his skin in firm, eager strokes, as she took pleasure in the feel of his as they caressed her back and squeezed her buttocks.

Glenn was a bit surprised to her uninhibited response to his intimate caresses until he realized that her only experience with lovemaking had likely been restrained and without the passion that was urging him along. Therefore he decided that slow and gentle was perhaps not what she was eager for after all. It was at that point that he decided to simply give into his desires and ravish every inch of her body until she cried out for mercy.

With a glint in his eye, Glenn rolled Anne onto her back and crushed his mouth to hers. His hands swept over her body with firm strokes, pausing to cup and caress her breasts, stroke down over her flat stomach to the patch of curls between and reach in between to find her hard little clit, stroking and circling it until she moaned into his mouth.

He tore his mouth from hers and sucked and kissed his way to the brown peak of each breast, sucking it firmly between his lips and gently rolling it between his teeth as he kept up his ministration between her legs. She cried out, arching her back which, unconsciously pressed her nipple more firmly into his mouth, a fact that he took full advantage of by continuing to suck and nibble them until she was gasping for breath.

Glenn continued his journey south, grasping a pillow from the top of the bed and, lifting her ass, sliding it beneath her which elevated her already wet pussy. Parting the soft lips at the entrance, Glenn buried his head between her legs and began to make long, sweeping strokes along her clit with his tongue, which again caused her to cry out with desire. He licked and sucked the little ridge until she thought she would faint and then, when she didn't think she could take anymore, he pressed his lips firmly against her pussy lips and pushed his tongue up into her, grasping her hips with his hands to prevent her from moving.

Anne's head tossed back and forth on the bed, her body feeling as if it were exploding with a thousand new sensations as she cried out his name. This was how Bart had pleasured her, but again, it wasn't the same thing at all. Bart had always been gentle and tender with her....Glenn, however, had unleashed a primal passion in her that she could have never imagined. She felt as if her heart was beating so hard that she could feel it pulsing through her entire body, from her fingertips to her tender nipples to the pussy that was receiving such enthusiastic attention, right down to her toes!

Glenn withdrew his tongue from her wet, swollen pussy and knew that the time was now. He shifted up and covered her body, looking down into her eyes that were glazed with passion. He once again captured her mouth as her felt her arms go around him.

Anne thought of the dream that she'd had over and over, realizing that this was always part of it. She felt his body on top of hers; pressing her down into the bed as his mouth ravished her. She slid her arms up his back, stroking the strong muscles there, feeling him moving his hips to insinuate himself between her thighs. She spread them apart, opening herself to him, almost afraid that she would once again awake to find that this had all been an elaborate trick played upon her by her imagination.

But this time was different......this time the sensations didn't stop.....Anne felt the long, hard cock pressed against her thigh and could feel it throbbing there. She gasped as she felt Glenn stroking it up and down against her pussy lips, coating it with the moisture there. He tore his lips from hers and shifted away for a moment, grasping her hips and tilting them up even further on the pillow, until her pussy was angled towards the ceiling, before he grasped his cock and pressed the head into the tuft of dark, wet curls.

"Just try to relax, darlin'" he ground out as he pressed forward into her tight, wet hole.

Anne gasped at the first thrust, her desire mixing with a sudden, stretching pain. While she no longer had a hymen, her pussy had never had anything larger than a man's fingers in it, and the introduction of this large cock felt as if it were stretching her beyond her limits.

She couldn't prevent the gasps and cries from escaping her as Glenn thrust into her again and again, working his cock deeper and deeper until, with one final lunge forward, he was buried all the way to his large balls inside her. Then he lay still, giving her body time to adjust to the new sensations.

Tears slid out of the corners of her eyes without her even being aware of them. All she knew was that, while there had been pain, she wouldn't trade the feeling of this man's body against hers, INSIDE hers, for anything on earth. She finally opened her eyes and looked into those of her first, real lover.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, brushing the tears away with his thumb.

"No, no," she shook her head, reaching up to nuzzle his mouth. "I'm not. This is what I wanted....I want you, Glenn. Show me....show me the rest."

With her whispered words of passion, Glenn pulled out of her just a few inches and then rocked back inside, gauging her reaction, pleased with the gasp of pleasure instead of pain this time. He began to withdraw and thrust in a slow, even motion, loving the look of discovery on Anne's face as he moved in and out of her body.

She had no idea that she would be able to feel so much so deep inside her, but she began to feel pleasure instead of pain as she felt the ridges and veins of his hard cock stroking her. The look of wonder was soon replaced by a look of pleasure as Glenn increased his tempo and settled into a deep, even rhythm.

With each thrust, he brushed her clit with his cock and with each withdrawal she felt him caress a spot inside her just below her stomach. Both caused her to gasp and moan and, soon, she was raising her hips to meet each thrust, the additional movement causing even further sensation.

Anne never wanted him to stop, she wanted to feel him cradled deep inside her forever, to feel him stroking and caressing her from the inside out. But eventually he began to move even faster and more deeply inside her. She felt her body beginning to tense, beginning in the pit of her stomach and just winding tighter and tighter with each strong, forward thrust between her legs. She held on for dear life, clutching at his back and began to gasp as she heard what would, over time, become telltale groans coming from her lover.

Glenn was as lost in sensations as the soft, warm woman beneath him was. At some point Anne had unconsciously wrapped her legs around his and the extra tension just added to the depth of his thrusts. He looked down into her warm, beautiful face and saw the pleasure being replaced by a look of intensity as her head began to roll back and forth against the pillow as she writhed against him.

Feeling that he was close as well, he began to hammer into Anne with the ferocity of a piston, feeling her entire body moving and undulating with his as he stroked and stroked and stroked until, with a final cry, her body arched and tensed as she sobbed out his name over and over. This was all he needed to trigger his release and he shot rope after rope after rope of thick, sticky cum inside her, bathing her pussy walls as she went limp beneath him, with him following suit and collapsing on top of her.

Anne lay beneath him, clutching him as if to never let him go while she fought for each shuddering breath. She could have never in her wildest dreams have imagined that this long elusive act could have felt like this, not just the act itself but the sensation of being this close to a man, of feeling him against her, inside her, around her....every part of their bodies touching. It was....perfect.

Glenn finally recovered enough to raise his head and look down into her flushed, sated face, her hazel eyes half hidden by lids that drooped in the aftermath of passion.

"So, that's what it is?" she sighed, her lips curving as her hands played over his back.

"Yes, darlin', that's what it is," he said, brushing her lips. Running his hands through her hair, he gently asked, "Are you alright?"

Exhaling another completely contented sigh, she nuzzled his ear and said softly, "I have to say, Glenn Lambert, that I have never in my life been better."

A low chuckle escaped his lips as he rubbed his cheek against hers. Wrapping his arms around her, he rolled them over so that she was now lying on top of him with her head in the crook of his shoulder with their bodies still joined. They lay there like that for a while, nothing said between them, just enjoying the sounds of the outdoors around the cabin and the feeling of each other's hands gently caressing the other in the afterglow of their passion.

Finally, propping her head up on her hand, Annie looked down into Glenn's face, a lazy, mischievous smile curving her mouth.

"So, Mr. Lambert, do you have any other concerns about me that we might be able to put to rest?" she inquired, lightly circling one of his nipples with her fingertip.

He once again chuckled, his hands playing over her buttocks where they'd been resting.

"Not a one, Annie girl, not a one," he smiled, squeezing one ripe cheek and enjoying the wiggle that it prompted.

"I'm glad to hear it," she said, nuzzling his ear as she said, in a low, sensual voice, "Because I do want to share your bed, Glenn, married or not."

He was surprised by the statement, but immediately knew that he wanted to marry this woman. He was now convinced that they could have a rich, satisfying life together and he wanted to spend the rest of his days with her. Lucy was gone, Bart was gone, but he and Annie were still here and had a lot of living yet to do, and he wanted to do it together.

"Well now, that might be alright with you, but it wouldn't with me," he said, in a mock serious tone. "I expect you to do the right thing and make an honest man out of me, ma'am. It's the only decent thing to do."

Anne threw her head back and laughed, and then repeated the motion when, suddenly, Glenn's stomach let out a loud growl. She realized that it had been a long time since breakfast and decided to rummage through the small cupboard by the cook stove to see if there was anything to offer her guest.




New Beginnings Ch. 02



She slid off Glenn's chest, softly sighing as his now soft cock slid out of her. As she rolled off the bed, Glenn quickly said "Honey, you might want to....", but the warning came too late. Her eyes widened as she felt liquid trickling down her leg, then her eyes narrowed at the man laying in her bed, laughing up at her!

"That's what I was trying to tell you, that you might want to let me get my handkerchief before you stood up," he grinned.

"Well, now's a fine time to mention it, isn't it?" she said with a mixture of humor and sarcasm. She walked over to the table and plucked Glenn's shirt from the back of a chair, drawing it around her and buttoning two of the buttons, then grabbed the small jug that had held the dried lavender, removing the flowers. She fished her hankie from the pocket of her riding skirt and then headed towards the back door of the cabin, announcing that she was going to the stream to tidy up a bit and would be back in a moment.

When she returned, she discovered Glenn standing in his long john bottoms in front of the open cupboard, holding a tin of crackers in his hand and hoping to find something to go with them.

"I apologize, I wasn't expecting company," she said saucily, holding not only the small jug filled with water, but a crock as well. "If you think you could manage to get a fire going in that stove, I could offer you a couple of fried eggs, a little bit of cheese and some coffee to go with those crackers."

"Fried eggs?" he said, eyeing the crock, curiously.

"Yep. And some cheese," she said smugly. "That stream is nice and cool, even in the hottest part of the summer. I always try to keep a few eggs and cheese out here, just in case. I keep them in the crock, keep the crock in the stream and they stay fresh for about a week."

"Well now, aren't you a resourceful woman?!?!" he said as he stuffed wood and old newspaper in the cookstove, then set a match to it. His admiration was fueled by his rumbling stomach.

As he'd been working on the fire, Anne had wiggled back into her bloomers and was just pulling the camisole over her head when Glenn realized what she was doing.

"Now, I have to say, I liked it better when you were wearing my shirt," he said, coming up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist as he nuzzled her neck.

"Well, I apologize for ruining your fun, but it just didn't cover enough to suit me," she laughed as he lightly bit her earlobe.

"Why do you think I liked it?" he asked, with a devilish look on his face.

Anne was amazed at how comfortable she was with him, particularly in this setting and situation. This had been her own private retreat; no one else had ever been here. But, it felt right to have him here. And, for reasons that she couldn't understand, what they had just done had felt incredibly right too. She would have thought that there would have been a degree of awkwardness between she and a man whom she had just unexpectedly made love with. But there was none of that and having him here just seemed natural.

She retrieved a small tin of coffee from the cupboard, filled the pot with water from the jug and the inside basket with coffee and set the pot on the stove. She chuckled at the picture they must make, her making a meal dressed only in her underwear with Glenn leaning against the doorframe, surveying the landscape while wearing nothing but his long john bottoms. Any of the friends who knew the two distinguished, proper individuals would have been scandalized. And, honestly, the two couldn't have cared less.

In a surprisingly short amount of time the stove had heated up, the coffee was brewing and Anne had eggs frying in the iron skillet. Glenn retrieved the two tin plates and coffee cups that he'd seen in the cabinet by the stove, as well as a fork and knife apiece, and set the table. They were comfortably quiet in each others presence and that, combined with the soothing noises all around them, truly made the humble cabin seem a refuge.

Anne was soon scooping the eggs onto the plates, slicing up the small amount of cheese and sitting the tin of crackers and the coffee pot on the table between them.

"It's a pretty humble meal, but I suppose it'll take the edge off," Anne smiled as Glenn appreciatively sniffed the air.

"You know, I've been in some of the fanciest restaurants and hotels in Washington but nothing ever smells better to me than fresh brewed coffee and eggs and bacon cooking," he sighed. "You throw a couple of slices of toast in with it and its just perfect."

"Well, I'll remember to bring some bacon out with me the next time I come," Anne smiled, taking a sip of coffee. "Maybe some bread for toast and some of Rosa's homemade strawberry preserves."

"Mmmm, woman, if you top all this off with strawberry preserves, I might just think I've died and gone to heaven," he said, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he took another bite of egg.

They began to talk of marriage in more than abstract terms. Their marriage would be more than affection and companionship; it would also be the merging of two large, profitable ranches. By state law, all of Anne's goods and properties would become Glenn's when they married, but he didn't want to do things that way. He knew that the Ramsey place was a successful as it was because of her hard work, and he wasn't about to yank it out from underneath her.

But, the more that they talked, they began to form a plan for their own future that was somewhat separate from both ranches. For all intents and purposes, Glenn's sons and sons had been running the day to day operations of the ranch for the last several years. They'd taken over while he was in the Senate and Glenn was proud of the job that they'd done. Three of the son's and their wives lived in the large, main house with Glenn, while the others had either built their own homes on the property or moved into existing buildings on the ranch while planning new homes.

Anne told Glenn about her mixed feelings over her own home. She said that it was really too big for one person to live in, it had actually been too large for she and Bart. Glenn knew that he couldn't live in his friend's house, not being married to his friends wife anyway. It wouldn't feel right, it would feel a betrayal of their friendship, and he couldn't even imagine making love with Anne in the bedroom that she'd shared with her husband. No, there were definitely going to be a lot of details to be worked out.

"But you know what, Darlin'?" Glenn said, stretching his hand across the table and clasping here. "We don't have to make all those decisions this minute. The only thing we have to decide right now is, do we want to do the dishes before or after we make love again?"

The last was said with a twinkle in his eye and was met by an answering smile. Anne grabbed the plate and cup from in front of him, as well as her own and hightailed it to the stream to quickly rinse the remnants of their very late lunch from them. By the time she returned, Glenn had banked the fire in the stove, returned their chairs to their places and was eagerly waiting for her.

She walked into his arms and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him with an enthusiasm that delighted him to no end. And to think that he was worried that this woman wouldn't be interested in physical intimacy!!! He backed the few steps to the bed and then had the pleasure of removing her undergarments once again, before falling back onto the bed and pulling her with him.

She loosened the string to his long john bottoms and wiggled them down over his hips and legs, tossing them over the end of the bed.

"It's my turn now," she said softly, running her hand over his chest. She leaned down and kissed him deeply, enjoying it as he slid his hands through her thick, silken hair. She explored his neck and ear, delighting to find that his earlobes were very sensitive, which caused his cock to twitch in the beginnings of an erection. She continued down his chest, flicking her tongue over first his left and then right nipples, discovering that they were as sensitive as hers.

Leaning upon one arm, she lightly traced her hand down over his stomach and then hesitated at his rapidly hardening cock. He saw the hesitation and, taking her hand in his, wrapped it around his shaft and showed her how to slowly stroke him to firmness.

"There's no part of me that you can't touch, Annie girl," he said, his pupils dilated with passion. "Just like I was with you while ago, there's no part of me that's off limits to you."

She smiled and continued to stroke him, marveling at the change of length and texture as he became more excited, his groans making her pussy gush with desire as she began to discover her power over his body. She continued with her rhythm with one hand and reached down to caress his large testicles with her other hand. Her eyes widened as his back arched when she gently squeezed the sacs and she felt the throbbing in his cock increase.

"Honey, I'm afraid we're going to have to continue this lesson another time. I can't wait to bury myself in that sweet pussy of yours," he ground out, pulling her down to him and then rolling her to her back. He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling and rolling it as he snaked a hand between her thighs to make sure she was wet enough to accommodate him. Pleased with what he found there, he also noted the eagerness of her movements as she spread her thighs open to him and shifted her hips up to prepare for his penetration. The flush of anticipation on her face and desire in her eyes was all he needed to see as he probed her entrance and then, with one deep, smooth thrust this time, buried himself in her sweet, welcoming body.

They both groaned as he slid into her, however this time there was nothing tentative about Glenn's lovemaking. He immediately initiated a strong, thrusting rhythm that soon had her sighing her pleasure in her lover's ear, repeating his name as if a litany.

This was what she'd meant when she'd told him she wanted him to make her feel like a woman. She enjoyed giving up control of her body to this passionate, virile man because she knew that he knew how to please a woman. His deep, sure strokes caressed her from her clit to her cervix and hit every nerve buried deep within her. The feeling of his hips caressing her smooth, soft inner thighs created a friction that added to the myriad of sensations coursing through her body, as did the crisp hairs on his chest teasing her nipples into hard, tender peaks.

"God, Annie, sweet, sweet, Annie," he ground out as he pumped between her thighs. "Tell me what you want, honey. Let me hear it. Tell me, darlin'"

"Oh, Glenn....I want....I want..." she gasped, her body writhing beneath his, "I want it harder....faster..."

He crushed her mouth beneath his as he increased the speed of his thrusts, and then tore it away, grunting in her ear.

"Wrap your legs around my waist, honey. It'll feel even better that way," he said, enjoying the feeling of her long legs encircling him.

She gasped as she realized how right he was, unable to keep her thighs from tensing around his hips as her heels rested against his buttocks. Pushing himself up on his hands, he pumped into her until she felt the bed rocking with his movements. She saw his eyes glittering with desire as he watched her breasts bounce with each thrust and her head toss and turn on the pillow in a frenzy of passion until her hair was a tumbled cloud framing her face.

She felt herself rapidly nearing the peak with each stroke until he suddenly ground into her clit hard, his pelvis making circling movements against hers until she cried out, "YES!!!! OH YES!!!!OH GOD, GLENN!!!! AHHHHH"

As a deep growl of satisfaction escaped from his lips, he resumed his motions between her legs however only needed a few good, hard thrusts before he shuddered with a climax that began at his toes and shot out through his cock inside her, feeling her pussy walls clamping around him and milking him of every last drop.

He rolled on his side, bringing her with him as they faced each other, a fine sheen of sweat covering their bodies as their breathing slowly returned to normal. He smoothed her tumbled hair away from her face with a callused hand as she relaxed against him.

"You know, Glenn Lambert," she said, tracing his lips with her fingertips. "I think there's a definite possibility that you just might wear me out."

The words stuck him as funny, the idea him exhausting a woman who was nearly twenty years his junior should be ridiculous but, at that moment, he felt as young and potent as he had when he'd been in his thirties. There was something about Anne Ramsey that was like a spring tonic to him.

:"Well, honey, it's just that you have some catching up to do," he chuckled, leaning in for a kiss. "But, once you do, I imagine you're going to leave this old man in the dust."

"Mmmmm, never," she sighed, snuggling closer to him.

Their bodies gave into the sleep that they both craved and, when Glenn opened his eyes again, he noticed quite a shift in the sun. Sitting up, he reached for the pants that were hanging over the end of the bed and, retrieving his pocket watch, discovered that it was just after four in the afternoon!

Anne had stirred when he sat up, but when he told her the time, she bolted upright. They had been gone nearly the whole day!

Quickly jumping out of bed, although Anne made a quick provision with his handkerchief this time, they both quickly dressed and Anne set the bed to rights. The dishes had already been done and put away, so they quickly shut the door behind them, re-saddled their horses and headed back towards the Ramsey place at a quick clip.

Glenn looked over at his riding companion and couldn't restrain a chuckle. He and Lorraine Harris could fuck all day long and, within five minutes of them getting out of bed, she would be tidied and composed, with no sign of their activities discernable on her face. Lucy had been the same way, although she did tend to betray herself by smiling to herself and humming a lot. Anne, on the other hand, hadn't bothered to try to coil her hair back into the bun that it had started the day in, she had opted to simply smooth it away from her face and tie it in a ponytail since she didn't have a comb or brush at her disposal. Her cheeks bore a flush from their recent exertions, her lips had been kissed into an unaccustomed fullness, and her tender nipples had been sucked, caressed and teased so much during the afternoon that they still stood erect, pressing through the thin camisole and the solid light beige blouse in an unmistakable outline. Her eyes were still cloudy with pleasure and Glenn smiled again at the sight. Yes, you really could read her like an open book. She looked exactly like what she was; a woman who had spent the afternoon in bed being well and truly ravished by a man. And, by God, he was the lucky man who'd made her look that way!!!

They rode up to the Ramsey place just before five and, if anyone had been inclined to ask where she'd been all day, they refrained from doing so given the fact that Glenn walked her to the door and kissed her deeply before they parted.

For the remainder of the week, they met daily at the cabin and, as Anne put it, acted like two teenagers in heat. They spent the larger portion of the first couple of days in bed, leaving only to eat or answer the call of nature. Each day was a revelation to Anne as Glenn prompted and encouraged passionate responses to his lovemaking that she would never have imagined herself capable of. She didn't know if he was a naturally inventive lover or if he learned a lifetime of experience at the hand of Lorraine Harris, but it seemed that he knew a hundred ways to make her pant and writhe against him.

For his part, Anne's uninhibited nature had been a delightful surprise to him. She was always open and eager to anything new that he taught her and was a very quick learner. Yes, as far as he was concerned, the sooner they were married and could spend every day AND every night together, the better.

By the end of the week, both Glenn's family and Anne's hands had a pretty good idea of what was going on, especially once each of them told their respective households that he/she would be away for the weekend and there would be no way to reach him/her. The two had quickly grown tired of interrupting their time together by having to return to the ranches of an evening, and decided that they were going to spend a few days together on their own. By that time neither of them honestly cared what anyone else had to say about the situation. They were two grown adults, they had both been widowed and they were both prosperous in their businesses. They'd both weathered worse that a little gossip before and they knew that Glenn's children and the hands on both ranches had enough sense to keep their mouths shut and not ask questions.

During the earlier part of the week, they had begun bringing some of the legal paperwork from both of their ranches with them and, at their leisure, began melding their lives on paper. What had seemed to have the potential to become a complicated quagmire had actually not been nearly as difficult as they had thought once they had an honest conversation about what they wanted from their life together. So, over the weekend, they talked and made love and ate and made love and then made love some more.

They were both happy to be together with no time constraints upon them. They discovered that they could co-exist within the confines of the tiny cabin peacefully together, so it boosted their certainty that they would certainly be able to live together in a larger abode.

While the days were warm, the evenings and nights were still cool enough for a fire in the fireplace. The flickering flames cast an intimate shadow over the walls, and added a new, seductive quality to their lovemaking.

Glenn came to enjoy Anne's body more and more. He loved the way the firelight shone on her long, graceful limbs as she lay in bed. One evening he felt as if he'd been transported to a sultan's harem or somewhere equally as exotic as she was stretched out over a pile of pillows, her arms braced out in front of her on the mattress, her back curved down as her behind pouted up into the air, resting upon the down pillows beneath her hips and thighs, and her long legs spread behind her at a sensuous, sloping angle. He had brought the remainder of a small bottle of oil that he'd used when he'd been with Lorraine, had rubbed it on his hands and smoothed it over Anne's skin, particularly enjoying the sheen that it brought to her back and sweetly curved cheeks. He looked at the soft, velvety skin glowing in the firelight and she brought to mind a young mare, waiting to be mounted by a stallion. And, mount her he did, as he raised up on his knees behind her and, parting her pussy lips with his cock, pressed his length down ... down ....down into her as she sighed and arched her neck with pleasure. Once he was firmly seated in her, he leaned forward and covered her body with his, hips pressed to her ass, his chest against her back as he braced a hand on the mattress on either side of her. He began to work his cock in and out of her, moving just his hips as he kissed and nibbled along her back and neck. He lifted one hand and squeezed her breast, rolling the nipple between his callused fingers, causing her to alternately gasp and moan. This was a much slower seduction than he'd demonstrated thus far, and he spent a goodly amount of time teasing her with his slow, deep, deliberate movements until she finally begged, "Mmmm, Glenn, pleeeeeeease."

He had obliged by returning to his knees behind her and, grasping her hips and pulling her to her knees as well, he began pulling her backward onto him, over and over again. He would pull out to the very tip as she rocked forward and then slide the entire length back in one swift, firm thrust as he pulled her back against him. The sounds of their lovemaking, of skin slapping skin, of soft sighs and cries, of deep growls of passion filled the room for what could have been minutes or hours. He heard her shuddering gasps begin as he increased the speed and intensity of his thrusts, and the spasm that raced through her pussy triggered his release inside her. He had pulled the pillows away and lay down on top of her when she collapsed onto her stomach, still joined to her as he ran his hands up the sides of her ribcage, up over her shoulders and arms, finally intertwining his fingers with hers as he rested his cheek against the back of her head.




New Beginnings Ch. 02



He had rolled them to their left sides and he spooned against her, pulling her back to his chest and sliding his right arm around her waist, reaching up to caress her left breast as she relaxed back against him and then both fell into a sound sleep.

That was another thing that he had discovered, that he slept better with her in his bed. The warmth of her presence both comforted and brought forth protectiveness in him that he hadn't felt in a long time. Yes, he definitely decided that the sooner they proceeded with this wedding, the better. He wanted to spend the rest of his life with Anne Ramsey, and he wanted that life to begin as soon as possible.

To that end, they talked as they were laying in bed on Sunday night and decided to go into town the next day, find the Justice of the Peace, and have him marry them immediately. Therefore, they both went back to their respective ranches on Monday morning, Anne changed into her best dress while Glenn donned a dark suit and string tie. He told his oldest son that he would be back that evening and to have the rest of the family gathered at the house for dinner. Then, hitching up the buggy, he drove to the neighboring ranch, picked up his beautiful bride to be and they headed into town, making a quick stop at the jewelers to purchase a wedding band for Anne. They found the Justice of the Peace and, by noon, they'd been officially pronounced Mr. and Mrs. Glenn Lambert.

Feeling like a couple of school children, the two laughed and giggled all the way back to the Ramsey place, trying to anticipate what the Lambert children would have to say about the development.

"Well, Annie girl, it might have taken me a while to get things going, but once I made up my mind I didn't waste any time, did I?" he chuckled, drawing her close to him against the buggy seat.

"No, you certainly didn't. If I remember correctly, it was a week ago today that we...ah...laid to rest your concerns about me, wasn't it?" she said, with a low laugh as she nuzzled his ear.

"Now, honey, you know what happens when you do that," he playfully chastised her, although he moved his hand down to stroke her thigh at the same time.

"Mmmm, I certainly do," she teased, and then whispered in his ear in a seductive tone, "Why do you think it is that I didn't bother to put on any bloomers this morning, hmmm?"

Glenn looked at his bride in astonishment before a large grin split his face. Guiding the buggy off the road, he headed it towards a secluded grove of pines, set the brake and within minutes had his wife on his lap facing him, her dress around her waist as he hastily unbuttoned the front of it to suckle her breasts. She reached behind him and took a firm grip on the back of the buggy seat and pressed her pussy down over his tool, which had hastily been released from the confines of his pants. Soon the sound of squeaking buggy springs filled the grove.

It was some time later that the two returned to the Ramsey place and, when Anne went inside, she was amazed to realize that it no longer felt like her home anymore. She went upstairs and packed enough things in a large valise to get her by for a week. Then she went back downstairs to where Glenn was waiting and gathered Rosa and her ranch foreman, Dave, into the den to let them know what had transpired.

Dave shook Glenn's hand in congratulations as Anne hugged a tearful Rosa. The husband and wife briefly explained their plans for the future and made it clear that the blending of the two ranches wouldn't mean the loss of any jobs, and that, with the new venture planned, would more than likely result in some new hires.

They took their leave and, having tied Sassy to the back of the buggy, pulled up in front of the large house at the Flying L just before six o'clock. By the assortment of horses and buggies occupying the large barn, Glenn was satisfied that his son had accomplished the task of getting the large brood together as had been ordered that morning.

As soon as the two walked though the front door, it was clear to Glenn's family that something had changed between them. He took his wife's hand and led her to stand with him in front of the large fireplace and, slipping his arm around her waist simply said, "Annie and I were married this morning."

While the children knew that something had been going on between the two for the last week, they were stunned into silence by the simple announcement for a few moments. Then, everything broke loose and the two were engulfed in hugs, kisses, backslaps and congratulations in general.

Over dinner that night, Glenn and Anne outlined their wishes for the ranches and the younger Lamberts and their spouses were touched at Anne's generosity. The oldest Lambert daughter and her husband had built a simple two story farm home several miles away from the main ranch house about ten years ago. With the addition of five children, they were bursting at the seams and were therefore overwhelmed when Anne suggested they move into the large Ramsey place.

"That house has always been meant for children. It needs them to warm it up and make it feel alive, to make it a real home," Anne smiled. "Glenn and I hope that you'd consider taking that house, and letting us take over yours. It's the perfect location for the new stables that we want to build to get this breeding farm started. If you're agreeable to that, I've instructed Rosa to pack all of my personal things while Glenn and I are honeymooning. Once you've moved in, we'll take over the farmhouse."

The proposition was eagerly accepted and, after dinner, they retired to the library so that Glenn and Anne could go over the rest of the business dealings with them. The two ranch properties were essentially split between the seven Lambert children and their spouses, who had been designated as a board to run the business. Decisions about the ranches would be put to a vote amongst the children and they would all have an equal voice in the decisions. Glenn and Anne would receive fifteen percent of the annual profits from the ranches and the rest would be split between the others.

They outlined their plans for the horse ranch, with Glenn proudly explaining the groundwork that Anne had already done, and the family was incredibly impressed. The idea of a sixty two year old man beginning a new business venture might have concerned some, but it was clear to the children that their father and his bride would be well matched business partners, and looked forward to watching the new venture develop.

The clock struck eight and Glenn said that it was time for the evening to come to an end for Anne and him. They had a good hour and a half by buggy to reach the cabin, so they needed to be off soon.

Glenn went upstairs and packed a suitcase with comfortable clothes for the next week and returned to gather his wife for their journey. His oldest son asked him where they were going for their honeymoon and Glenn just winked at him and said, "Paradise, son. Paradise."

Tying Big Gray to the back of the buggy alongside Sassy, the two began their trip back to Annie's cabin. On the way out, they discussed how pleased they were at the way the evening had gone and how they were looking forward to moving into the farmhouse. Glenn promised her that she could paper or paint as many of the walls as she wanted after she told him how tired she had become of the dark mahogany paneling in the Ramsey place over the years.

They also touched upon a subject that Anne felt needed to be brought out into the open.

"Glenn, I suppose I should have talked to you about this before we were married," Anne said quietly, her face solemn in the moonlight. "It's about Lorraine Harris."

"Lorraine? You know about her?" Glenn exclaimed in surprise. Of all the subjects that they might have brought up on their wedding night, he'd never imagined that Lori would have been one of them!

"Yes, Bart and I didn't have many secrets," she said, a slight smile curving her lips. "I know about the first time he took you to Reno to meet her and, well, about the trips that you take to Bill Tate's to be with her. I'm not jealous, Glenn. I understand that you're a man and you needed......female companionship....and I think that your time together was good for you. You always seemed much more relaxed and at peace when you came back from your trips to Reno," she said, sincerely. "But, Glenn, I won't share you with her. I love you and am looking forward to sharing your bed for the rest of our lives, but I won't share you with another woman."

Glenn pulled the buggy to a stop, set the brake and wrapped the reins around it. He turned to face his wife on the seat and put his hands on her shoulders, looking into her eyes and speaking firmly.

"Annie, darlin', that's something you need never worry about," he said, looking her in the eye. "Lorraine Harris and I haven't been together since this spring, and even then we knew it'd be our last time. You see, we talked about you most of that last time."

"Me?!?" Annie said in surprise.

"Yes, you. See, even then I was attracted to you and she kept telling me that you'd be the perfect woman for me," he said, unable to repress a chuckle at her wide eyes. "She was the one who told me I was being a fool for not talking to you about ...well...your feelings about sharing a husband's bed."

The smile from his face fading, he slipped his hands up to cup her face and kissed her long and deeply. Lifting his head, he looked into her eyes and said firmly, "I love you, Annie. I'll love you for the rest of my life and you'll be the last woman to share my bed. Ever."

"Well, then, it looks like I owe Lorraine Harris a big thank you, doesn't it?" she said, softly, stroking his arm. "Now, why don't you get this buggy moving, Glenn Lambert? I have a sudden yearning for my husband to take me to bed and make love to me."

"Yes, ma'am" he said, the smile returning to his face as he took the reins in his hands once more, released the brake and urged the horse into a trot.

They arrived at the cabin shortly before ten. Anne helped Glenn unhitch the horse from the buggy and put all three in the corral. He then waved her into the cabin and said he'd take care of the feed and water.

When he entered the cabin, the bed was turned down, there was a fire glowing in the fireplace and his wife stood beside it ......completely nude.

She slowly walked across the room to where he was rooted to the spot. His eyes roved over her body as it moved, enjoying the sway of her breasts and hips. She stopped in front of him, looped her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his before meeting his lips in a slow, lazy kiss.

"Welcome home, husband," she said in a low, sensuous voice as their lips parted. His hands were smoothing over her back in slow, lazy circles, as his body responded to the exquisite, completely naked woman in his arms.

"Now, with a welcome like this, I'm going to want to leave more often," he teased, his tongue tracing her lips.

"Oh, no. I don't think so," she smiled, her hands sliding the jacket off his shoulders. She then pulled the end of the tie and removed it from beneath the collar, tossing it backwards over her head, before she began unbuttoning his shirt. "I plan on keeping you right here with me for a long......long......time," she murmured in his ear, nibbling first one lobe and then the other, feeling the further response as his pants bulged against her stomach.

"Mmmmm, woman, you're playing with fire here," he groaned, his hands clasping her behind and grinding her even more closely against him.

"Good," she whispered, the shirt joining the tie. She then moved to the buckle of his pants, making short work of it, before she took a step back from him and started unbuttoning the trousers.

He cupped and caressed her breasts as she continued, gently squeezing them and flicking his callused thumb over the brown nipples, causing it to spring up and a groan to escape his wife's lips.

"Have I ever told you how much I enjoy your pretty tittys, honey?" he asked, leaning down to run his tongue over the aureole.

"Mmmmm, I don't believe you've actually mentioned it, no." she sighed, wondering if she was ever going to be able to finish unbuttoning his pants. 

"Well, I do. They fit into my hands just right, just the right size," he said, closing his teeth around a hard peak and worrying it.

Annie groaned, and then sighed in relief when the last button gave up and simply shot across the room. She slid from her husband's grasp and pushed the pants down around his hips, happy to see that he was wearing regular knit undershorts beneath them and not the customary long johns.

Glenn wedged his boots into the bootjack by the bed (one of his contributions to the cabin and their playtime together) and made short work of them, then stepped out of his pants and yanked his underwear off, standing there in nothing but his stocking feet as his cock stood out in swollen, horizontal stiffness from his stomach. He moved to take Annie back in his arms, before he realized that she was on her knees in front of him. With a groan, he saw her intentions as she grasped his cock and lightly circled the head with her tongue.

A few days earlier, they had taken a shiveringly cold bath in the stream behind the cabin. They had returned, chilled to the bone, and curled up in front of the fireplace in the rocking chair. Anne had reached down and teasingly stroked his cock, telling him that the ice cold water seemed to have taken some of the starch out of him. He had suggested a way to revive him and, with just a bit of instruction, she had proceeded to do just that. While he was too large for her to take him completely in her mouth, he had showed her how to grasp the base of his cock while she took the tip in her mouth and begin a stroking, sucking rhythm. While she had laughed in embarrassment at first, she soon discovered that taking him in her mouth wasn't unpleasant at all and, after a shy beginning she had developed an affinity for the act. Particularly so, once she saw the rapid results.

So now, on their wedding night, she was kneeling in front of him and lightly flicking and caressing the head of his cock with her wet tongue before she rested her lips against the tip and lightly sucked it into the warm wetness. He dropped his head back and closed his eyes as he felt the caress of her mouth and hands stroking.....sucking.....squeezing him to desire. He groaned as he felt her tongue run along the ridge on the underside of him, sliding it along to tease him, and followed with another groan as she slid one hand to the base of his cock and began to stroke his balls, her soft fingers nearly causing him to shoot his load into her mouth. But, taking a deep breath, he managed to stave off the desire and, instead, looked down at the sight of his beautiful wife in the firelight. Her long legs folded beneath her, her hair streaming down her back to the top of her ass as her head was tilted up, her lips wrapped around him as her eyes looked up into his. God, she was beautiful! 

Twining his fingers through her hair, her let her head bob back and forth for a time until he couldn't wait anymore. He wanted to feel her beneath him, he wanted to give her as much pleasure as she had given him; he wanted to make love to his wife.

"Annie," he said softly, tightening the hold on her hair to still her movements.

She slowly pulled her head back, releasing him from her mouth with a small "pop" and then looked up at him. She grasped his hand and he pulled her up and then urged her back on the bed, where he immediately covered her body with his.

He stroked her hair away from her face as he looked down into her hazel eyes, feeling her arms snaking around his back as she lightly ran her nails down his spine. God, she had learned so many things that gave him pleasure in such a short time. While they had had many adventurous couplings over the last week, tonight he just wanted to kiss and stroke her to fulfillment as he had that first afternoon together. The way that she had desired for so long.

He smiled down into her face and lowered his mouth to hers, kissing her deeply, their tongues teasing and dancing with each other. He ran his tongue down along her jaw and nibbled her earlobe in an imitation of her favorite way to excite him, loving the way her body squirmed beneath his in pleasure.

He continued his licking and sucking to the crest of her breasts, taking the tip into his mouth and sucking hard, causing her to squirm even more, and then softly beg.

"Glenn, I want you. Please, honey, I want you now," she softly pleaded, her hands gripping his buttocks as she arched her back.

Needing to hear nothing else, Glenn raised his head and looked into her face once more, her thighs shifting apart for him as he slid between them. He raised up enough to probe her wet, wet pussy with his cock, then watched her eyes close in ecstasy and a soft "ohhhhh" escape her lips as he sloooowly slid into her. 

"I love you, Annie Lambert," he said in a low, deep voice as she opened her eyes once more. "And I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much."

Her eyes shimmered with tears as she saw the love and passion written all over his face. Their eyes remained locked as he began long, deep strokes in and out of her body, taking his time to caress all the sensitive spots inside her that he was becoming so familiar with. With each forward thrust he would press hard against her clit, loving the soft gasp or moan that came with each contact of their pelvis. His movements were strong and measured, designed to build her pleasure at a prolonged, steady pace.

She loved every movement, every touch of his body against hers. Even in his tenderness, there was a power and strength to Glenn's lovemaking that fulfilled her in a way she would have never believed. She loved the way his body slid over hers, chest to chest, stomach to stomach, thigh to thigh, every inch of him caressing her. Tonight's lovemaking was so different from the previous times. It was as if he was slowly, deliberately claiming her as his and she willingly gave herself up to it, to him.

His movements increased in intensity so gradually that she didn't know how they got to this point, but she suddenly realized that the telltale tension had begun to coil between her legs and she began to strain up to meet him. Her body moved and undulated beneath him, her hips grinding against him with each thrust, when she felt him push up on his hands and begin what she had come to know would be the lead up to their climax. Their breath melded in shaky gasps as he rode her deep and hard and she clutched his back as the friction of his hips between her thighs added to their heat. She felt her back arching and heard herself crying out his name as the tension finally snapped and her pussy began to clamp and pulse around his cock in the most intense climax she had yet experienced. Her body arched and shuddered with a will of its own and she felt his respond in kind a second before releasing his wet heat deep inside her. He pushed in again, and again and then one last time, each thrust accompanied by a deep grunt until, with the last grinding shove, he threw his head back and released a guttural growl of passion, pleasure and possession. He had claimed her; they belonged to each other now. For the rest of their lives.

They had no way of knowing what the future would hold for them. They had no way of knowing that they would be blessed to spend another thirty two years together, with Glenn living to the age of ninety four and Annie to seventy six. They had no way of knowing that they would eventually have forty grandchildren and over a hundred great grand children......or that they would live to welcome a new century.....or that their horse ranch would become one of the most prosperous in the west.....or any of the other adventures that they would share throughout their life together.




New Beginnings Ch. 02



All they knew was that right now, in a soft bed in a small cabin, on a piece of the most beautiful land that God had ever created, they were safe and sated and content in each other's arms. They had survived sadness and loss, but had been given another chance at happiness.....with each other. As they fell asleep that night, their last thoughts were of gratitude. Gratitude for the gift they'd been given.....the gift of a new beginning....together.



New Beginnings Ch. 03



 Part 3, Sara's visit

I have been bumping into my neighbor from across the hall quite often. She is a real head turner. A Raven Haired Beauty as I saw it. She is about 5'5" dark completion and black hair. Don't really know weights but lets' say she is a full figured lady without any extra weight. Nice large breasts and a long nice legs meeting at a nice round ass. We only have passed quick pleasantries but she is always pleasant.

I have been trying to time running into her as we are both coming home so I can ask her for a coffee or drink sometime. I had been expecting her to leave around the time I was at my door waiting. 

My bell rang and I expected it to be her. When I opened the door it was Sara. 

My neighbor was leaving just as Sara said "I am here to get fucked in the ass, any takers?" She heard my neighbor just as the last word left her mouth. Without missing a beat she said to the other woman "Want to join us?"

The sultry neighbor smiled and said: "Not today, but thank you for asking." And left the hallway.

I let Sara in and she said something about: "who was that dark beauty?" 

I told her: "I was laying in wait to try to get to know her better but got a surprise visitor in need." 

Sara started to apologize when I interrupted by taking her in my arms and planting a hot wet one on her. 

When she broke our kiss I asked: "where her husband was and did he know where she was?"

She said: "Steve was with someone who just might be able to take his jumbo cock all the way in her pussy and she approved as he had sent her to me."

With Sara still in my arms I asked: "just what she wanted before she got fucked in the ass?" 

She said:"John this could be my first real time with anal. Would you mind acting like this is the first time between us and try to forget you have already seen me naked and we did suck each other off a couple of times and ..."

I interrupted her and said "that if she listed all the things we had done at Ben's' loft we would be all day.

I led her by the hand to my bed room and took her back into my arms as I caressed her back and on down to her nice little firm ass. 

She said "Romance me motherfucker!"

With an invite like that how could I refuse? I laid her on the bed and lay next to her and continued my caressing and kissing. She was rubbing my now hardening cock through my jeans. 

As I was taking her top off she was opening my fly and freeing my cock. I don't wear any underwear but she was. She had a nice deep blue bra which she didn't need to support her firm medium sized breasts. As I took her top completely off she had my jeans down to my knees and it was getting kind of hard to move around so I just stopped undressing her and took my jeans and shirt right off, leaving me free to concentrate on her. 

I took her skirt off exposing her matching short panties. She also had a garter belt and real hose on, also a dark blue tint. We started kissing and she was stroking my now very hard cock. I reached around behind her to unsnap her bra.

She complimented me being able to do it with one hand.

I started sucking and kissing her breasts and stroked her soft flat belly down to the top of her panties. I caressed her pussy from the outside of her panties and found her crotch to be very wet, which excited me more. I dropped down to take her panties' waistband it both hands and lowered them.

But first I pressed my nose into her pussy hair and inhaled deeply. It was like a fragrant garden. I could see that she trimmed her pussy but did not shave which I like better.

I lowered her panties almost off and had her lift one foot out of them leaving them on one ankle.

She tried to take them all the way off but I asked her to leave them where they were but didn't give any explanation, as I was now running my finger through her pussy hair and sliding a finger down through her full hot lips to her hot opening. I was dipping my finger in her and spreading her fragrant juices around her and through her hair.

She said:"you are really into that aren't you?"

"I sure love your pussy" and as I said that I slipped down to look right into her beautiful little love maker. She is beautiful, nice full lips, a very prominent clit standing out beyond her lips just begging for attention.

So after rubbing my face gently through her hair again I ran my tongue where my fingers had just been.

She tasted wonderful. Her nectar was hot and tasted of tangerines. I would have to ask about that later as my mouth was very busy. It seemed all too soon that after licking her clit she started to cum. She grabbed my head and held me to her center cunning strongly.

I tried to continue licking her after she came down and she tried to lift my head away and told me that she: "needed a second after cumming before her clit was safe to lick." 

So I started to rise up and be above her as my cock found her pussy. She kind of turned to the side so my cock missed its' destination and said, "I'm not on the pill and am afraid to get pregnant by anyone but Steve, but I will do anything else for you"

She started to slide down the bed and take my cock into her mouth. I rolled to my side and turned her around into a 69 so I could get back to her pussy for some more of those tangerines. 

She flinched a little as I tried to lick her clit again so I drifted to her lips and sweet opening to concentrate my play. As I was doing this I was also exploring her with my fingers.  

When I would get one wet with her juice I would spread the wetness to her cute little rose bud of an ass hole. I started spending more and more time on her ass gently caressing my finger tip into her slowly as I knew this was new to her but maybe part of our game today. 

Before long I had a finger tip in and asked her if she was enjoying my work.

She moaned yes and I asked her if she wanted to explore further? 

She said "please show me more, this is beyond what I ever expected."

She had thought it would be painful and I explained that without patience and a lot of lube it could. 

I told her that it might get a little wet back there did she mind? 

She said "no these are your sheets!"

But first I took her hips into my hands and rolled her over to her knees and placed my hands on her ass cheeks. 

I told her that I thought her ass was beautiful and put my face between her ass cheeks. 

She jumped she was so surprised. I continued to caress her ass cheeks as I breathed on her ass hole. She relaxed and I placed a warm kiss directly on her anus. Hearing her moan was all I needed to continue. With my hands spreading her cheeks I explored her anus with my lips and tongue.

I kissed her, licked her and tried to fuck her ass with my tongue. I don't know who loved it more.

She said: "I could really get to like this."

I told her fine as I loved doing it. 

She asked how I felt about having it done to me. I told her I loved it almost as much as doing it but finding someone to return the favor was hard to find.  

Then she asked something that made me think she had talked to Ben before coming here today.

She said: "have you found anyone recently to do this for you?"

I played like I didn't know where she was going and said: "yes but it is embarrassing to tell."

She said "you have your tongue in my ass and I am ready to cum and you are getting all shy now, tell me."

So I told her that Ben had eaten my ass so well that I came without either of us touching my cock. 

She said: "that she wanted to do that for me and tried to turn around."

I told her that I wasn't done with her and to stay where she was.

I then got a nice soft towel from a dresser drawer and placed it under us and a bottle of Astroglide from the night stand. 

She noticed that there was some missing and asked," This isn't your first time is it?" 

I replied "no, did it bother her?"

She replied that "she had sucked a lot of cock did it bother me?" 

I told her: "no I was fascinated by it but back to her cute little ass." 

She said: "that she couldn't believe her ass hole could be cute." 

I told her that it was part of the entire package, she had a great ass, was very open in bed and her little rosebud was part of the package and I loved it. 

As I was saying all of this I was spreading some of the lube around her little opening and starting to put my finger gently into her. After getting one in I continued to lube and massage her anal area to relax her.

Before long I had two fingers in her and she was relaxed enough for me to slowly fuck her with them.

She said: "she was ready would I please fuck her ass." 

With an offer like that how could I refuse, so I lubed up my cock and placed the head at her opening. 

I told her: "to push back when she was ready and stop if it hurt as there was no hurry."

I almost passed out when she pushed back and my cock head popped into her ass and she continued to push about 2 inches of my cock in her. 

"I thought this was your first time?" I asked.

She replied: "that she had been practicing with dildos and vibrators to get ready and could I please put some cock in her." 

"Smart ass take this!" and I pushed the rest of my cock slowly but firmly into her.

I was surprised to find me in to the balls and she was starting to move her ass into a nice fucking motion. I leaned forward so I could reach around and take both of her breasts into my hands. Then I tried to finger her clit but she already had a hand there and said: "let me do this."

With that said we started fucking. 

After only a short while we had a smooth rhythm going. She was moaning deeply from somewhere deep inside her.

"I need to look into your eyes, lets' roll over" she said and without my cock coming from her anus we rolled her onto her back and she spread her legs wide so I could look right into her pussy. 

It looked so much like an orchid, her lips were engorged with blood giving them a beautiful crimson color and her opening was just that, open and pearls of her juices were dripping out. Her clit was also erect and prominently standing up begging for attention. It made me want to run out later and find an art gallery with a Georgia O'Keefe collection.

I tried to touch her clit and she said that she wanted it all to be about her ass and to leave it alone as she had too.

With that said she reached around her ass with both hands and held her cheeks open really exposing her most intimate secret to me.

I then thought if it was to be all about her ass I shouldn't even see her pussy, so I leaned forward and held her head in both my hands and kissed her as deeply as I could.

She opened her lips and I took that as an invitation to make love to her at both ends and started caressing her tongue with mine.

We had a new even more intimate rhythm going and I could feel her starting to cum.

It started in her diaphragm and moved into her pelvis. 

We had a deep grinding kind of movement going when she said that she was starting to cum. Her entire body started to vibrate.

She held me in her arms until she stopped shaking and was very quite.

I thought she was fine and just composing herself but I had very few experiences this intense.

"Oh my God, I have never cum like that, it was completely different from fucking or having someone eating my puss." she sighed.

She said: "she had had both at the same time and even that didn't compare."

During her orgasm I had been holding still as she had her arms and legs wrapped so tightly around me I couldn't move.

I tried to start moving but she slipped away and my still hard cock was pulled from inside her.

"I can't even touch myself back there, but I will be glad to do something special for you as soon as I settle down, sweetheart." Sara says smiling.

"OK, while you are basking in that glow you have, I'll just freshen up." I replied as I headed to the bath room.

When I came back she went into the bath to do the same.

As she came back, she asked: "if she could ask me some questions?" 

I told her I was open to anything.

She said: "if it isn't too personal can you tell me about Ben and you and you cumming without anyone touching your cock? I think it is pretty close to what just happened to me."

"I guess it would be pretty close. I know that I really enjoyed it and it was so guttural, primal even and so forbidden that I really enjoyed it."

She said " Would you let me do it for you, I would really like to give this to you." 

By now it was early evening and the room was cast in warm shadows and I hoped she couldn't see my embarrassment, and honestly who would want to pass this up.

She could see that I was hesitant when she just started to caress my chest and arms and before I knew it I was on my stomach.

"Kneel down for me please, knees and elbows" she said softly.

I did so and she started to caress both of my ass cheeks. Her hands were so soft but gave me a feeling of confidence on her part. I felt that she wanted to do this, so I just relaxed and went with it.

"That's it baby give yourself to me" she said.

I could then feel her warm breath on my cheeks and then my ass crack.

She started at the top and gave me soft kisses right down to my anus and past, stopping just short of my balls. She repeated this a few times and now I was really into it and had forgotten my embarrassment and let go with a moan from deep inside of me.

She continued this for a while when she started with more intense wet kisses, ending up right on my anus. She kissed it like she would my lips, hot wet kisses. 

She then stuck her tongue right into me and I went over the edge. My entire existence was centered in my anus and nothing else mattered. 

My cock was hard as steel and I could feel my pulse in it making it throb. 

She continued feasting on me until my back started to curl up and my cock exploded spraying my cum all over the bed.

I fell forward and Sara slid up next to me on her side putting one arm and leg over me, which completed the experience making me feel completely comfortable with what had just happened.

She then told me that she had never felt so close to anyone and said laughing: "if you ever tell anyone I will have to kill you or my husband will."

"You know I love him but nobody can give anyone everything. Lets let this be ours alone." Sara wispers.

Laughing Sara says:"Now tell me about that bitch next door!"



New Beginnings Ch. 03



It took Maniamma a bit longer to coax her bountiful breasts back into the confines of her blouse. Like many working class women from the lower income groups, she had no use for a bra. By the time she had stuffed them in and hooked up the blouse her daughter Rukku who had seen the entire encounter left without being noticed by the mother. 

Maniamma took one glance more at the gently snoring Rangappa as he lay exhausted by the exhilarating orgasm. His garments were in complete disarray but his position was somewhat better because Maniamma had thrown the cloth of his sarong-like lower garment (dhoti) over him.

She noticed the large area that his sticky, messy semen covered in the cloth and took note that the man, despite his age seemed to be totally virile. Next time she did not plan to let this go waste; it would have to be inside her. She knew how to take a man and for her the epitome of pleasure was in his spending helplessly into her, in the throes of a death-like orgasm.

Maniamma was shamelessly engrossed in her own pleasure over the pleasure of any of her men. It just so happened that her own pleasure involved the cumming of her man. This morning, perhaps, was the first time when the entire encounter was purely focused on the man. It was spontaneous. It was a man that Maniamma admired and respected. And she had served him in many different ways. To her, the act of intense gratification too, was serving him.

Rangappa was one of the few men she had met in her life who, as her landlord, was downright nice and helpful and had never been exploitative. If sex had been part of the deal, she would not have minded it one bit, given how much she enjoyed sex and pleasure. But Rangappa was careful to a fault, not even touching her by accident while going about the daily give and take.

And now this. Now that the pleasure of her master was done and over with, her urgent and immediate craving was for her own pleasure. Apart from her breasts, which Rangappa Ayya had held, touched, kneaded and ravaged with his hungry hands, she had nothing from the encounter. As she walked down the stairs she felt the juice in her pussy squelching with her movements as hips rotated. 

The vacantness between her legs was throbbing and her mind whirred as she considered which of her current crop of lovers would be available at this time. Her first preference was for Devan the most illicit of all her relationships. Devan was her husband's nephew -- by extension her own nephew. 

Back Then...

Devan became her lover not because she made the first move. When the 20-year lad came from the village to make a living working with his uncle, he had been totally taken by the obvious sexuality of his aunt. He first saw her go away furtively with one of her lovers and concluded his aunt was licentious. His perception was confirmed when he saw her riding someone else with her typical ruthlessness. It was one of those moments when she was busy extracting her own orgasm from the hapless man below. 

Devan slowly let the woman know his intentions. At work he leaned over her. He grazed her luscious breasts with his arm. And at least once let his hand drop on her sumptuous ass. 

She ignored it at first, but then the signals became unmistakable. When she saw him out of the corner of eye ogling her and tugging at his erection beneath his lungi (sarong) she knew for sure. It was typical of Maniamma to start assessing Devan instead of being prudent. 

Being strong, muscular and young, he qualified. The clincher was the probability that he was a virgin. She had no way of knowing for sure and that was something new in her book. All her men were either married or as licentious as her. The surge in her breasts and the tingling at her nipples at the thought of his virginity told her she had a new target. 

The actual encounter happened by both the young man and the older woman allowing the situation to come together, each acting independently. 

Maniamma stored the coal she needed for her clothes iron in the rooftop room of Rangappa's house. It was a crammed shed, full of all sorts of assorted things. Just inside the door of that shed lay a full sack of coal. When this coal was depleted she usually sent her husband to replenish it and haul up the heavy sack.

This time she asked Devan to handle that. When her husband said he would do it as was usual, she insisted that the newcomer earn his keep by doing more.

"Go up and keep this sack in that shed," she said to her nephew. 

"But where? How?" asked Devan. 

"Go up and wait there for me," she said, her eye meeting his eye. The eyes conveyed a lot more than what the words meant.

And there, in the shadow of the water tank, she had taught him what it was to be with a woman. Her surmise that he would be a virgin proved correct. She so enjoyed the tutoring. Holding his hardness and guiding it to her pussy she had asked him to push. And then, holding his hips she pushed him up and away. Then she switched her hands to his buttocks and pulled him in. 

That is all she needed to teach him. His instincts took over. She gave him a free run of her as he fucked her mindlessly, seeking his own pleasure and trying to feel every part of a woman he had fantasized about throughout his growing up years.

There was a charm to his wild plunging and thrusting. He came, quickly and torrentially. But his erection was undiminished, as she had anticipated. It was this second fuck that she really wanted. The cock, she knew would not cum as easily as it had the first time. 

She pushed him off. Devan lay on his back, his cock waving in the air. His first experience with a woman was not as great as he thought it would be, though he enjoyed the release into her much more than he had ever enjoyed masturbating. 

Looking at the disheveled form of his aunt, he realized that he had wanted to fuck her, yes; but also to feel those breasts, caress her ass, and to feel her. And he had also wanted her to do things to him he had only seen on those pirated x-rated videos.  

It had been too quick and too random.

His wildest dreams had then been realized when his aunt gently undid the hooks of her blouse and allowed her tits to spill out. Devan could not have known that Maniamma was aching for her breasts to be treated well. Devan could not have known that his aunt's cunt had barely begun to feel satiated and that much of her sexual needs lay before them.

And she continued to teach him. As only an expert lover would know she left his cock to rejuvenate and throb, ignoring the waving and bobbing shaft as her hands guided his hands to her breasts.

She taught him to squeeze them just how she liked it. She allowed him to play with them. But she also taught him to slap the sides of breasts gently. And hold her nipples like toggle switches and rotate them. And when his throat bobbed as he swallowed, she leaned forward to slap her breasts on his face, eventually feeding him her teats. 

The slow stages in which she got him used to her breasts and her control of his hands had shown him her preferences. He was gentle in the nibbling and suckling. But he was harsh and quick in sucking them in and out of his lips. 

Maniamma shivered. The young man was a great student. The way he sucked pleasure out of her breasts sent tingles to her pussy. Those were the connections she loved to experience. Holding her young lover's head to her breasts she ran her other hand slowly down his taut body, caressing him gently till she reached his groin.

Gently she passed the cock by and reached for his sac, gently lifting and caressing him there. And then her forefinger went beyond to the stretch between his legs and he shuddered.

She ran her fingers lightly up, tapping his sac, his pillar from base upward, slowly -- tapping as she went. For each tap the spongy cock bounced to her touch. She could feel the buzz in his nerves. He was ready.

Laying his head back on the floor, she swiveled one leg over the prone man. She leaned forward, her breasts back in his face. Bunching up her sari she descended on his cock. Cleverly, she let the triangle of her pubis catch and caress the cock. As she moved down his body the cock moved from pointing up toward his own belly down, snagged in her triangle. Maniamma caught the cockhead in her gaping open pussy and tried align the hot, waiting flesh so that if she pushed he would penetrate.

But the cock escaped as Maniamma moved her hips and sprang back to its taut, upward pointing position. Devan gasped in disappointment and Maniamma looked down at his face loaded with desire, her own face a mirror of his desire, her mouth agape. Her lower lip, hanging and wet was so exciting to him that he wanted to grab her and devour her. But it was not he who was in control this time.

She looked down between their bodies and saw the object of her immediate desire. His cockhead, red and bulbous, wet and smeared with the viscous fluids of his arousal waited for her.

Burning as she was desire, Maniamma knew better than to hurry. There was time enough to feast. But Devan thrust his hips upward in ardor.

She pressed him down and again moved her hips down snagging his cock in the same way. When the head had again found her pussy lips -- also agape- she reached between and held his cock delicately between forefinger and thumb. Holding it in alignment, she thrust downward, and was rewarded with the fulfilling sensation of a tight fit. 

The nephew was well endowed indeed! Hoisting herself up, she straightened her torso. Her hands now off the floor, she grabbed his hands and brought them to her breasts. She squeezed her own breasts by manipulating his hands to squeeze her.

His cock was deep, up in her. Devan could not bear it but the weight of the woman on him prevented him from moving up. He contracted his sphincter and was rewarded with a dribble. Maniamma gasped in pleasure as it moved within her womb.

"Mmmmm!" she marveled. "Do that again!" she coaxed him.

Devan smiled. "Yes, perimma!" he replied, dutiful as ever, addressing her as aunt.

He released and contracted again. Again his cock jumped in its new lair. Maniamma felt her nephew's cock caress in her in unusual places in unusual ways again. Slowly she raised herself, allowing her weight down on Devan. 

Reflexively, Devan straightened his arms, holding up his aunt above him b gripping her breasts hard. The slow measured pace by which she was schooling him in pleasure added intensity.

Her nephew was a good learner and an excellent lover! He listened to her and was willing to serve and pleasure her down to the level of detail she wanted. The grip of those hands on her breast felt great and moved her hips in small circles.

"Perimma!" gasped Devan.

"What?" she asked, looking down at him radiantly.

"You... I.... no....!" he stammered.

"What?" she asked endearingly, changing the direction in which she rotated her hips. 

"I might cum!" he wailed.

"So?" she asked impishly, postponing her pleasure as she enjoyed the newly deflowered man's predicament.

"I don't want to!" he said.

"Why? Why don't you want to?" she asked, knowing perfectly well what his answer would be. Suddenly she moved upward allowing him to slide outwards and then slowly, rotating and descending on him, she corkscrewed his cock back into her depths.

"This will end!" he implored.

"And you don't want it to?" she asked again, repeating the unsheathing of his cock and the corkscrew down.

Devan shuddered. His cumming was imminent. He felt desperate. His aunt had only just taken him in. This orgasm threatened to be weak and flowing rather than pounding and powerful, as he wanted.

Maniamma undid her hair and it cascaded down and the woman laughed at him lovingly.

Sliding off him completely she shimmied down his body till her face was at his cock. Devan's cock was jerking involuntarily, threatening to explode. She clamped down on the head with three fingers on top and thumb below and held it there, motionless.

Devan groaned as the orgasm receded. Somehow, he wanted both -- to cum as well as to prolong the session.

Maniamma looked up as the young man looked down. 

"Now what is your problem?" she teased him, enjoying the complete control. Here was a toy-boy she could use to her heart's content from today on.

He shook his head wordlessly. He was wondering if his aunt intended to open her mouth and take his cock in and that thought was enough to have him orgasming again. But he didn't think she would. He had gotten far enough with this woman but for his aunt to mouth him was a tall ask.

She didn't take him in her mouth. But not for the reasons he thought. She knew that he would cum almost instantly and she had a cunt bubbling with desire that needed satisfaction. Moreover, if the coals did not reach the ironing cart soon enough, her husband might just show up.

She shimmied up and again guided his hands to her breast. Taking him in instantly she fucked him in a rhythm designed for her own pleasure.

Devan was now introduced to one dimension of his aunt's pleasuring that all her other lovers already knew about her. The fucking was incessant and rhythmic. It ignored him and his pleasure. There was no focus on his position and his cock.

She manipulated the contact and the thrusting in a way that her own pleasure soared.

"Oh yes!" she hissed. She added her own hands to his on her breasts, and as she continued the fucking, she twisted and pinched her nipples. The good student immediately took over the ministration of her teats from the teacher.

"Oh yes! Yes! Yes!" moaned Maniamma. With a huge exhalation she called out to him, "Raja!" It was a long drawl of an endearment women often called male kids in the house.

His aunt had often called him 'Raja' before, but never in the throes of pleasure.

"You, Raja, you! You are what this woman needs!" she babbled.

Devan was thrilled and his cock swelled such that Maniamma could feel the surge. His aunt was in love with him!

She was not. She was a very articulate lover who crooned, pampered and talked to her lovers. It gave her and them pleasure. She showered her lovers with attention and words, which made them feel like studs.

That made them behave like studs with her. And she needed and enjoyed that.

Her head lost control as she thrashed about in orgasm. Devan was being too careful with her breasts so she had her own fingers join him in treating her breasts. She came copiously, flooding the cock.

She slumped forward on him, holding her hips just high enough for him to hump upward.

Devan took to the new task with a gusto. He thrust upward in rapid jabs. The short stabs did not penetrate Maniamma deeply any more. She like that too -- there was pleasure to be had from the first one-third of her pussy as well.

She whispered into his ears, "Fuck your perimma well, you stud!"

Devan thrust upward.

"Just like that," she encouraged him. "Go, go, go, Raja!" she implored him as she felt one more orgasm welling up.

Devan thrust up and held there as his cock exploded. 

"Oh yes!" she spoke into his ear. "Thrust, thrust!" she directed.

Devan shook and moved erratically as he kept thrusting to the best of his ability.

The warmth flooded into Maniamma's womb. 

IT felt fantastic to Devan. His first orgasm was a sticky, tight mess as he had got stuck in her. This one was warm and bubbly. His aunt's whispers added to the pleasure. 

He gave all of himself and filled her. It surged into Maniamma and mixed with her own released flowed back over their joined cock and cunt.

The flooding and the squelching slowed down the sensations as the orgasms receded and Maniamma slumped down, taking his cock in fully. It was still spewing and she enjoyed every spasm, still quaking.

The feverishness in her nipples receded and her breasts felt good crushed on his chest. His cock, unwilling to lose its hardness continued to release into her in smaller and smaller dribbles. 

Her cunt still pulsated in the thrall of her orgasm. That told her that she herself was not quite done. From here, she would love to have him go down on her and take her one more level.

But today was not the day for that. She propped herself up on her elbows and looked down at him.

"Happy? Got what you wanted?" she asked, wiggling her hips.

He gasped, the cock extra sensitive to movements now.

"I never..." he started.

"Don't!" she stopped him. "I noticed every single time you found a way to touch me okay!"

She slapped him on his hip. Slowly raising herself off him, she looked down and saw his reddened slick cock erect as ever.

She shook her head, marveling at how the human body responded to its first encounter.

"It will be like that for a day or two," she told him, kneeling between his legs as she tethered the hooks of her blouse to the impossible task of holding her flesh. 

"Perimma is always there to take of you, isn't it?" she said. Leaning forward she fleeting kissed the cockhead. 

Devan jumped in reflex.

"Get some of the coal down for today's work," she instructed him leaving there a heap of conquered flesh.

And she continued instructing him ever since, teaching him everything she knew and writing new chapters in her very own book of pleasure and sex.

And Now Today...

To that student she now turned in her moment of intense need. She needed to be fucked. And now.

She found him two streets away, getting his own ironing cart ready for the day. It was two years since he got here and as was her usual planning, she extended the franchise of her village by setting up more and more of them in small businesses around town.

In those two years, whenever she wanted a strong, powerful but submissive lover willing to be instructed it was Devan. There were others who dueled with her as the lovemaking progressed. They tried to subdue her with their own stamina and appetite for her. And she in turn reveled in the dueling as she pleasured them right back. It always ended with her satiated and the cocks limp and flaccid.

Devan was putting up the canvases that formed covers on all sides of the cart. As Maniamma approached his cart, Devan was surprised. She would not come looking for him unless she wanted him. If she had work for him, she would have called him on the mobile.

But this was too early in the morning. Maniamma usually got hungry for him in the afternoons and quite often in the middle of the night, after her husband had drunk himself silly. 

"Fuck me now," instructed Maniamma.

"Where? How?" asked Devan, bewildered by the suddenness. Maniamma usually flirted a lot and her foreplay was quite aggressive before she asked him to mount her; or simply mounted him.

Today there were no preliminaries.

The one side of the cart, which she left open, was to the wall of an apartment complex. Covered on three sides by the cart and protected by the wall on the fourth side, Maniamma was ready to be taken.

"Here," she said simply, leaning over the cart, laying her cheek on the layers of cloth laid down to be the ironing surface. Reaching behind she pulled him to her till his cock brushed her ass through their clothing. 

The student-nephew got the message. She wanted to be taken doggy style. He glanced up and down the street and yes; his aunt's plan did seem well laid out. They did not seem particularly visible as usually the cart was placed under trees and leafy vegetation to protect from the peak sun levels of the day.

With one hand he released his lungi (sarong) and with the other he pulled up the woman's sari. He reached under her to find her pussy and prepare her with some preliminaries. Instead, he was shocked to find that his target was soppy wet.

His cock rose rapidly to its full eminence and he hunched over the prone woman, attempting to fuck her. His hips moved and his cock prodded her flesh uselessly. He could not find her pussy with his cock. He reached between them and holding himself, nosed her around, pushing each time to see whether he was able to gain entry.




New Beginnings Ch. 03



"You are too low. Your hips need to be higher," he grunted.

Maniamma moved the large stones used to block the wheels of the cart closer to the middle of the cart. She then stood on top of the two stones, elevating herself by about half a foot. She then leaned forward onto the cart again. Now her hips were in the air.

Devan again guided his cock, prodding. This time Maniamma joined in the quest, and with two fingers held his cock in the correct trajectory. AS the cock entered her, Maniamma was ecstatic. This angle was completely unique and no amount of energy or change in position could create this perfect angle in which the cock caressed the roof of her pussy all the way in.

She shuddered as he rammed in. While she was wet, he was dry -- from the moment he sighted her hurrying to him to this moment when he was penetrating her was less than minute. As he plunged in his skin pulled back and cock head swelled up and reared its head to the full just as he reached the mouth of her womb.

"Yes, Raja!" sighed Maniamma, loving the feeling of fullness. He was designed for her, made to order. She put her palm on her belly just over the area where he was embedded. She always felt like she could hold his erection in her fist from there, through her belly. 

"Perimma!" stammered Devan as her pussy contracted on his cock.

He pulled out and rammed back, the whole cart shuddering with the force of this thrust. Maniamma, ever the pragmatist, gripped both sides of the top to steady the cart for she did not want to waste money on having it fixed later. Besides, she needed to present Devan with a steady target. If he pounded, she needed to be stationary for him to plunge in to the full depth.

He did. He thrust, he plunged and he filled her depth.

"Tell me, Raja!" she called out to her dear nephew.

"Perimma!" he repeated.

"Go ahead! Tell me, da!" she implored.

"Perimma!" he wept, as he felt her expertly contract on his plunging member.

"Give! Give! Give!" she coaxed him, realizing that Devan was calling out to his aunt in intense pleasure rather than to say anything.

Holding her hips, he fucked in and pulled out, hard and fast. He wanted her breasts but he needed to hold her. He closed his eyes and threw his head back, concentrating on the exact friction point of cock and cunt.

His nails dug into her sides as his semen boiled up into his orgasm. Maniamma reached back as she felt her own climax coming on. Clutching his ass, she pulled him as close as she could. 

This restricted the depth of his fucking to short, sharp jabs. Devan increased his speed of fucking, reaming in and out of Maniamma's pussy.

She missed the full, long fucks filling her womb. But she now luxuriated in the pleasure of the rapid movement of his cock head on the top of her cunt and a particularly sensitive pleasure spot just beyond.

She felt like an animal today and would have loved to fuck him for long hours -- much longer than ever. Him on top. Her on top. Sixty-nine. And long languorous oral sex.

But not today, not just now. On a street at a time of day when activity would pick up any time.

They had to finish.

And finish he did- bellowing loudly as he spurted into her. He always came in copious gallons when fucking her. She always found him more vigorous than most and filling her more than others. Her other lovers had other women and seemed to regularly find release.

Her Devan released only into her. And his large surges as he filled her seemed to be the accumulated passion between their encounters.

He slumped on her, jerking and spasming as he continued to come. And she held him tight and to her, not wanting to let him out even by mistake. Now that his hands did not need to be on her hips, Devan reached under his aunt and found her breasts. Through her blouse he clutched at her, and felt out her nipples from within the thin fabric.

He caressed and teased them as he continued to release in ever decreasing dribbles. In that position he did not have to lose his full erection to slip out; just a reduction from the heights of passion was enough. His cock would no longer fit in its preferred spot. 

Maniamma recognized the end of this session. She could have gone on but that would have meant another position and she could easily go for hours.

Instead she slapped her faithful students buttock, indicating to him to move. She let her sari slip to cover her. As she stood upright, she stepped off the stone blocks on which she had stood.

As she stepped on the ground, fluids seeped out of her and ran down her legs. She turned around to face her young lover. His cock was still semi-erect. She grasped it and gave it a few fist fucks to provide the completeness of pleasure Devan so deserved. He released every last drop into her fist. 

And then she moved on from what was quite an unusual day beginning for her.



New Beginnings Ch. 04



I had not heard from nor seen Steve since our original week end with Ben.

His wife Sara and I had hooked up and he had led me to think it was fine with him, but I was wondering if he was having second thoughts.

So it was with mixed emotions when I saw his name and number on my caller ID.

Answering I said: "Hi Steve what's up with you, everything OK?" I was trying to keep it light in case he was unhappy with Sara's' and my liaison.

"Yeah, I'm OK, but this job is really getting me down. If you aren't too busy and it isn't an imposition think I could drop by and just dump this shit?"

"Sure you wouldn't just like to dump a load?" I said relieved that this wasn't about something I had done.

Now he was laughing and said: "I knew there was something I liked about you, you are a real smart ass aren't you?"

"That I am. Where are you and when can I expect you?" I continued.

"I'm still at work but leaving any minute. Would it be OK if I showered there? We have a locker room but just want to get out of here." He tells me.

"That won't be any problem, I need one myself, should I wait or would you rather some privacy?" I probed to see where and how far this might go.

I honestly was in awe of his big cock and had been lusting to get some of it all to myself.

"No, having someone to massage my back and shoulders would be just what I need, thanks" He says hanging up.

I was getting excited now. I knew I couldn't suck all of that big cock yet and no way would it fit in my butt but just feeling it would be a treat.

It seemed like forever but must have been less than an hour before Steve arrived. When I opened the door he looked like a beaten man. I knew he had a high level executive's job of some type but didn't know much else.

Knowing he shared my love of a dry martini, I met him at the door with one.

He dropped his jacket and bag.

We shared a tight hug and I ushered him to an easy chair. I had a joint rolled and we fired it up and passed it back and forth and had a couple of martinis before either of us spoke.

"So what is going on, bud?" I asked.

He went on to explain how he was working with a variety of people who didn't share his drive and enthusiasm. 

After a while he paused and realized he had been talking for some time. He apologized and said: "Sorry John, I didn't mean to dump all of this on you, we hardly know each other."

"Steve I am really honored you feel comfortable with me to be able to do this. Sex aside I felt we had a real connection during our week end together with Sara and Ben and to be honest when you called I thought you might have a problem with Sara's' and my time together. So, I was relieved that you weren't coming over to kick my ass. I was glad to listen." I told him.

"John, Sara and I have a real special relationship. We are very open and honest with each other. We know that sex has nothing to do with love and she really does love a good butt fucking and I just can't do it without hurting her. But she did tell me you were a very tender and giving lover."

Embarrassed now I said: "Just how much did she tell you?" 

Smiling he said: "She told me everything!" He accented the everything.

"And I want the same treatment if you are up for that. I am not trying to be a dick but because of my size, everyone wants me to be the top in things and every once in a while I want to just be fucked, as embarrassing as that is to admit."

"Wow, this is something. I expect you to be mad, then not sure how we will do this and this is an unexpected turn. If I can be honest too, I have been fantasizing about your big cock and how much I would like to handle it. I have always been a little hung up on my size and even though I always seem to get my partners off wish I had a bigger cock." I confessed.

"Dude, you sucked me off a couple of times and were as good as any and Sara

was still wet when she came home from fucking you and the embarrassing confessions continue. I want you to do me like you did her and then you can do anything you want to my cock. Just let me be passive and fuck me senseless." 

Now I was into this, all my foolish fears gone, so I said: "Lets' hit the shower and let the pleasure begin!"

We quickly got to the shower and as the water was warming we stripped each other. As soon as we were naked I had to hold that cock. Soft it was as big as mine hard. He didn't seem to mind the difference in our sizes as he was stroking me to hardness quickly.

As we jumped under the water I filled one of my hands with soft soap and handed him the bottle. I spread the soap between my hands and started to cover his chest with it building up a nice lather. He was doing the same thing to me but was letting me lead. When I got to his crotch I added more soap and covered his now hard cock and ball sack. I spread the lather between his legs as far as his ass hole and worked it up good. Before he could get worked up I had him rinse and he did the same to me. 

I then had him turn around and started at his arm pits and then over the shoulders, down his back but skipped right past his ass to his legs. He moaned in what I could only think was disappointment.

After I did his legs I relathered and spread the lather all over his ass, caressing and needing the cheeks well. I then ran some soap directly to his ass crack and worked it up and down. He spread his legs and pushed his ass out to my caress. I worked his anus gently and then increased the intensity until I felt his anus relax and started working a finger, then two and finally three into him. I hoped he had forgotten all his troubles of the job and was lost to my attention.

Wanting to enjoy this in bed I had him rinse off and he pretty much did the same to me. We turned off the water and dried each other off without speaking.

I took his magnificent cock into my hand and led him to my bed.

"Just relax and leave this all to me and tell me anything you want done." I said smiling.

I rolled him over and went back to caressing his butt. When I felt he was relaxed I started spreading his cheeks and leaned forward to kiss his opening. Wetly and with a lot of tongue. I worked him over and didn't know who was enjoying it more. That is the joy of fucking someone you like and enjoy being with. It is taking a relationship to its' fullest. I have learned over the last year that sex should not be limited to just men and women. It is becoming more acceptable for women to be more open sexually and know it should be the same for men.

His ball sack was right there but I ignored it and that cock I so wanted, but was getting into pleasuring this man who so many others had received it from.

"If you don't put your cock in me and I mean right now I am going to scream!" Steve told me.

Always one to please I reached for one of the towels I keep handy and worked it under him. I took some lube and started working it into his ass hole. Steve was moaning with greater intensity now so that I knew it was time. I spread a liberal amount on my cock and sat between his legs to place my cock head on his ass hole. Anxious he pushed back and my crown slid right in. I held there for a moment like I always do to give my partner time to adjust but he wanted it and he wanted it right now. My cock slid completely in until I was balls deep in him. 

"Oh fuck that feels good; you don't know how long I have thought of this." He says.

"Since Sara told you how it felt?" I laugh.

"You got that right, now fuck me and don't stop until I pass out or die!" He tells me.

I wasn't sure how serious he was but my cock was deep in a nice tight ass and I leaned forward so I was covering him and started slow stroking him. I would pull almost out and pause then push right back in. He was flexing his anus squeezing my cock almost painfully.

"Oh man this feels so good, give it to me faster and harder." He demands.

After a while I pulled him up unto his knees and squatted behind him and could really drive forward. I like anything that has my legs spread so my balls hang free. I could rub and stroke his back.

This entire time after we left the shower I never touched his cock or balls. This was tough for me but from past experience with any good partner knew that if you give them as complete a pleasurable experience you will be rewarded.

All too soon he said: "Oh fuck I am going to cum fuck me harder, faster, of God now! And he came. I couldn't see how much but after swallowing a couple of his loads knew it would be sufficient.

I slowed my stroking and when I felt him fall forward let my still hard cock slide out of his ass hole. I paused to look and saw what I like so much. A just fucked ass hole and watched it slowly close.

He seemed to need to gather himself and savor the moment so I got up and went back to the shower to wash my cock and a quick rinse so I would be as fresh for him as he was for me for whatever his pleasure was.

When I returned he had rolled us another joint and had another shaker of drinks for us.

He passed me a martini and clinked our glasses and said: "Well done my friend, well fucked. Sara was so right."

Over the years I have fucked many asses but never a husband and wife!

After we smoked the joint he said: "What can I do for you?" Your wish is my command."

"I would still like to enjoy that cock." I let him know.

He lay back and spread his legs showing me the object of my desire. One semi hard uncut cock and big ball sack both shaved and looking fine.

I knelt between his legs and began to fondle him. Caressing his sack with one hand and slowly stroking his shaft with the other. 

Being uncut I am really fascinated with his foreskin. I work it up and around his corona and then back exposing it.

This is unfuckingbelievable. As good as it is, and someday I would like to use a lot of lube and stroke him to orgasm, but right now want to feel him in my mouth. It is simply awesome to feel him get hard in my hands but want it in my mouth. I take the head in my mouth and suck it wetly, more like nursing on it. I savor the feel, the texture, how hard yet soft it is. I man's cock is his essence, his source. And to have one so magnificent in my hands and mouth almost brings me to cum. I am sucking on his foreskin and licking his crown.

Needing more, I start taking more of it an inch at a time into my mouth and then back to holding just the head. I continue doing this until I reach my limit and start working my mouth up and down on him.

Steve is having a hard time just lying there and is moaning and groaning when he says: "I don't know who is enjoying this more you or me. But continue on my friend. Enjoy."

Knowing he can hold off his orgasm forever it surprises me to feel him working his cock in and out of my mouth. 

He says: "I know you are loving this but I have gotten off and want to show you the same fun so either let me do you or I will let go and cum, your choice."

As much as I want to prolong this fun I elect to taste his cum and tell him so. "Let it go bud, give me you cum."

I am surprised that as soon as I get his cock back into my mouth he starts blasting his load. He cums forcefully and copiously. 

I hold his cock head and run my tongue around it as I stroke his shaft. I feel his load shooting up the length of his shaft as well as its' force hitting my tongue. Shot after shot of his hot cum fill my mouth. I can't believe he cums so much right after doing so just moments ago, but am enjoying it so much do not care.

As his orgasm ceases I sit back on my heels as if to enjoy my work. I look up and he is smiling at me and says: "Man you really put me back in the right place. What can I do to return the pleasure? Do you want to fuck me or can I suck your cock, the choice is yours."

"Steve, I am almost as spent as you and as much as I would like to fuck you how about sucking me?"

As he it stacking the pillows he maneuvers me to a comfortable sitting position. Spreading my legs he takes my now semi hard into his hot mouth. Right down to the balls. 

He sucked me like I was the last man he would ever have in his mouth.

Caressing my balls he asked for the lube and had me squirt some on his fingers, He told me to put a pillow under my ass and then started working my anus. Softly and slowly and before long he had two fingers in me and was massaging my prostate. 

I had been so excited all day that it didn't take much of this before I came strongly. He swallowed shot after shot of my load swallowing it all until he felt me soften then held me until I had to pull away. Smiling he rolled next to me and we both dozed off.......



New Beginnings Ch. 05



New Beginnings, Trace

I hadn't seen Ben in a couple of weeks but had called and texted. His gym was going through a major remodeling and was quite busy. 

I was still having trouble meeting my across the hall hot neighbor. I knocked often but she seemed to be out of town.

Sooo, needless to say I was getting quite horny. Hand jobs are like Chinese food. I would be horny an hour later and the few random hook ups I had had were just that.

When I woke up I had this powerful desire to suck cock. I have struggled with this in those quiet moments late at night. If I am with my new friends nothing bothers me and all seems natural, but when alone my fears come back. I had fantasied about bisex for so long and now in the last few months it was happening frequently.

Needing a work out I figured to drop by Bens and see how the new facility was shaping up.

When I got there Ben was at reception and looked to be right out straight. Clip boards and a handful of legal pads were everywhere.

He was on the phone with someone so I looked around. The place was taking on a nice new atmosphere.

When he hung up, I turned to try and get a quick word in with him before the next crisis. We had a few quick words when he asked how he could help.

I told him I needed a good work out followed by a special treatment punctuated with a wink.

Ben smiled and said: "Boy I would like nothing more, especially the last part but am swamped. But we have a new guy who may help."

He waved a really good looking young guy over from some make work job and introduced us. His name was Trace, a blond surfer looking kid. Mid height, lean in his early 20's I guessed.

Ben says; "John this is Trace and I think he will take care of you with anything you need."

I wasn't sure just how far he was going to go to "help" me but figured at least I was getting the first class tour.

He took me around to each piece of new equipment and showed me how they worked and even got me comfortable on each. Many had me in a position where he was near my crotch or had a good view of it. There was what I hoped was a high level sexual tension between us and hoped there would be more to it.

We were in the new shower room where they were trying something new. It was open for both sexes. A dangerous chance as I didn't know if everyone was as open to it as I was. There were nice sized showers with doors and the lockers had partitions on three sides open for semi privacy. This would leave the occupant exposed to view to the passer by if they wanted but a curtain if privacy was desired.

Trace asked if we could sit in one of the cubes and fill out a quick survey. I wanted this time with him to continue so would do a lot to prolong it. I was on the changing bench and he was in front of me standing. I was going to take a hell of a chance but had to ask; " Is there a box to check on that survey to show how bad I want to suck your cock right now?"

I knelt forward and pulled his shorts and jock down far enough for his cock and balls to be exposed and looked at his fine cock. It was semi hard and a good 6 inches, cut and it and his balls were shaved clean. I took it into my mouth and sucked squeezing his nuts with one hand and pulling them down from his crotch.

'Oh fuck, you can't know how much I need this. It is so hard working here. All the good looking people, it is like a sex supermarket."

Glad to be of service I sucked him for all I was worth. He was very hard now and I was having a little trouble getting all his cock in my mouth, so I was stroking his shaft with my free hand.

Over these last few months I have learned to love cock and this kid was something hot, he was working my face back and forth on his cock controlling the action when he said: "I hate to end this, you are a great cock sucker but I will be missed if I am gone to long."

"Not to worry I came here to suck cock and swallow a load so give it to me. Go ahead an cum"

I had his cock head in my mouth and was swirling my tongue around it. I had my lips tight around his shaft behind the head and working those first few sensitive inches and stroking the rest of the shaft with my free hand. Still holding his nuts with my other hand I felt them try to pull up into his groin when he started to cum. 

Started was an understatement, he was cumming with the force of only the youth can muster. Shot after hard, hot shot of cum filled my mouth, hit the back of my throat and was swallowed as a defense mechanism. This kid came like a bull. 

Giving a deep moan Trace finished cumming in my mouth and stepped back to pull up his shorts when I turned him around, spread his ass cheeks and stuck my tongue in his hot sweaty ass hole.

He pushed his tight little ass back into my face before I pulled away and slapped his ass.

"Go on and get out of here before I try to fuck that nice ass and you get fired and I am banned." I tell him as he pulls up his gear and says good bye.

"Can I find your phone number in the records?" Trace asks pretending he is writing on him clip board.

"Yes and use it sometime!" I smiled.

"I get off at 5 can I see you after that?" Trace asked?

"Yes and you could get off many more times too." I smiled.

Before he turned to leave he reached over and squeezed my very hard cock and said: "I look forward to returning the favor of that fine suck job. Try not to cum until I see you." And he was gone.

It was hard, as my cock was hard, but somehow I dressed and left the gym without jerking off.

The trip home was uneventful and I was listening to music when Trace called. 

When I answered the phone he said: "I hope you were serious about me looking your info up."

"Oh, yeah, I would have given it to you before you left but figured you needed to get back into the gym."

"I may have been forward of me but hoped we could hook up tonight, if you were serious." He added.

"Serious, I have been fighting a hard on that needs relief waiting, hoping you would call. How soon can you be here?" I was anxious to reply.

"Well I am across the street, do you want to let me in?" He says.

"Come on over, I am hard and waiting!" I said trying to contain at least some of the excitement in my voice.

As I had been hard or near hard since leaving the gym, I was erect by the time I hung up the phone. I had only an old t shirt and cut off sweats on and my cock was rolling around all day. Wanting to set the mood even more than it already was, I quickly stripped both garments off and when Trace knocked, I opened the door completely naked.

He was quite surprised to see me as I was but quickly reached down to take my hot hard cock into his hand.

I never know who or if I should try to kiss another man and don't always want to but just had to taste this young man's lips. I figured I had swallowed his load and stuck my tongue in his anus, so went ahead and took his beautiful face into my hands and kiss him wetly forcing my tongue into his mouth.

With no hesitation and now stroking my cock, he put his free hand behind my head and pulled my mouth to his, tongue fucking me back.

I pushed the door shut and brought my hand back to his face again. We were making love to each other's face and I loved it but I couldn't stop my cock from throbbing. Trace had to be feeling this and pulled back and said:

"I have been thinking about this all day and need to suck you. I want to feel your cock in my mouth and feel it shoot down my throat. I can do it right here, but would you like to get comfortable first?" Where is your favorite place to get sucked off?"

"I kind of fancy that old arm chair over there, if that is OK with you?" I pant.

As I turn away to walk to the chair he stops me by putting one hand on my shoulder and stroked my bare ass with the other. Starting with both cheeks and then running his fingers between them he says: "I didn't know you had such a nice ass." 

Saying this he touched my anus with a fingertip and feels me relax enough for it to enter slightly causing me to moan.

"Do you like that, are you into this?" He asks.

"I am pretty new to man sex but so far haven't found much I don't enjoy; I would love to feel your cock inside me."

"Well that is something I am looking forward to but now really want your cock in my mouth." With that said he pushes me back into the chair.

He takes my legs and throws them over the arms and spreads me wide. Without much foreplay he takes my cock head into his hot mouth and slowly sucks it all in until his nose is on my pubic bone. Holding me there he sucks me hungrily.

His hands are never still, running all over my inner thighs and ass cheeks. Teasing he runs his fingertips back down my ass crack and over my anus. Not stopping anywhere but touching everywhere.

I can't believe it, here is a fine looking young guy almost half my age sucking me off like he has been doing it forever. Thinking it so I will try to remember to ask, but am so enjoying this blow job, I can't really think of much else.

I flash on that feeling I am experiencing a lot lately, one that I am just a slut.

Here I am slouched down in an arm chair my ass almost off the cushion, both legs spread wide and my cock and balls being feasted on by a handsome young stud. He is sucking my cock for all he is worth, has my balls pulled down with one hand and his middle finger of the other in my ass up to the second knuckle.

Feeling that old familiar feeling I tell him; "Get ready good lookin' I am about to shoot." He speeds up his sucking and slowly pushed his finger all the way into my ass caressing my prostate.

As I shoot the first shot into his mouth all I can do is push my groin farther into him, grab his head and moan: "Of, you wonderful cock sucker, take this, take me, take my cum and make me yours."

Shot after shot of my cum blasts down my cock into Traces mouth. He never slows, his finger in my ass is trapped by me clenching. My nuts pull up into my crotch and my cock still being sucked so magnificently fills his throat.

As he feels the shots slow, he slows his sucking until we both stop. Slowly he pulls his finger form me in sync with my cock sliding from his mouth.

Smiling and swallowing he leans forward and kisses me right on the ass hole, returning the favor I so happily gave him earlier today.

Without moving I look at him and say: "Do you want to fuck me right here or would you like to go somewhere move comfortable?"

"As much as I want to fuck you right here, you look so hot like this, I am too close to cumming and when I get into that fine looking ass I want to fuck it properly."

I sit up and am reminded he is still fully clothed. "Maybe we should go to my bedroom and I will undress you and show you how great this just was. If I suck you off now, will you be able to fuck me later?"

"Yeah, that would be fine, I will be able to fuck you whenever you want, but first I want to feel both of our naked bodies against each other. Is it me or is one of us always naked and the other clothed?" Trace queries.

"Well let's fix that." I say and take him by the hand into my bedroom.

Once there I take off his shirt, drop his shorts and pull his tight designer ball huggers down freeing that fine young cock. It pops right up to slap his belly.

As he kicks off his shoes and the clothes bunched at his feet we roll back onto the bed. Embracing we kiss and try to see how much of each other's naked skin we can feel with our own. Our hands are everywhere at once and our legs tangle and wrap around each other's hips and waist.

Our cocks rub against each other and his is wet from his precum.

I break our kiss and say: "You seem so ready, let me get you off, I want to suck you again."

I slide down to his midsection and take his cock into my mouth. He is so hard and it is bobbing against his belly button and leaking precum into it. 

I lean forward to suck on his nuts, each in turn while stroking his shaft with one hand. I use the other hand to place pressure on his taint with a couple of finger tips.

Traces moans are music to my ears. He moaned to me: "If you want another taste you better take it into your mouth because I an sooo close to cumming."

I had wanted to suck him for a while but if he was close, that would do too.

I pulled his cock away from his belly and covered half with my mouth. I was still caressing his nuts and taint when I started sucking harder and faster when I felt his cock start to throb and he said: "Oh, man, faster, I'm cumming. Take this, you have me so hot cock sucker."

I use the hand on his balls to stroke his shaft when he cries out: "Holly fuck, suck me, here it comes."

I am sucking really hard now and my spit is covering his shaft down to his balls so far that my fingers on his taint are getting wet.

His first shot was timed perfectly as I was on a back stroke so all of it could be caught by my tongue but the rest came so fast and was such a large quantity that I had a joyfully hard time keeping it all in my mouth. I was trying to hold it all so I could give him a hot wet kiss after blowing him, but it was so copious that it started to run down his shaft to his balls and over my fingers. I used my cum covered fingers to caress his anus so he would know what I wanted next.

I keep sucking him as long as he would let me after he came.

I did pretty good until he pulled his soft cock from my mouth and said: "Oh, god, I can't take any more of that, you suck like a pro."

I leant up and kissed him pushing as much of his cum into his mouth as he rolled onto his stomach to protect is sensitive cock. This gave me the perfect opportunity to run my cummy fingers down between his ass cheeks and over his anus.

"You just won't quit will you?" He laughed.

"Yeah, I want it all and now, I am afraid you will get up and leave before I can do all I want to this beautiful body of yours." I reply.

He, still smiling says: "I have all night so feel free to show me all that you want."

With this I roll over his prone body and cover him and roll my sweaty body all over his. Our sweat makes a fine lube for us and as my cock runs up and down his tight ass crack I whisper in his ear: "I want to fuck you; I want to feel my cock in that nice ass of yours. Would you like to feel my cock in you? Do you want to be fucked?"

"Fuck yeah, fuck my ass. Put that sweet cock in me and shoot your hot load into me." Trace pants.

Wanting to enjoy all of this, I rub my cock over his ass hole and let just the tip press against him. I want more so as I slowly move down his back I am telling him what I want to do to him. 

"I am going to fuck that nice tight ass of yours until we both can't take any more, but first I have something I love to do. Do you know what that is?" I ask.

"Are you going to eat my ass, oh please eat me, I love that so much and so few will do it." He pleads.

"Oh I am going to lick you like you need. I love to do it and want you to forget anyone who ever did this before."

I am now down so that his ass is in my face and he raises it to meet me. He can feel my hot breath on his most private place. We had sucked each other to nut clinching orgasms but we were now to cross over to a new dimension in our sexuality with each other. To welcome another man, a cock into your body was probably the last taboo for two men. Women do it all the time but this is accepted, for men it is the last sexual barrier. And eating another mans ass is beyind even that.

I have been doing it quite often of late and know this is not Traces first time, but it is our first time together.

"Show me how much you want this you slut. Do you want me to make love to your ass?" I ask him, knowing the answer.

He reaches back holding his ass cheeks open so there is no doubt where he wants me and says: "Eat me fucker, eat my like it is my first time then fuck me. Fuck me like yours is the first cock to enter me."

I turn my head sideways and suck on the base of his nut sack. I suck hard and reach under him to find his cock hard as hell and throbbing. I stroke him a few times but turn my face to his taint and kiss him there, hard. I suck it hard. Before he can enjoy that I kiss him wetly right on the anus, my lips pressed tightly on his most sacred spot. I hold my lips tight on him but slip just the tip of my tongue through them to touch his anus directly. Holding there I run my tongue around his opening before opening my mouth to cover his ass hole and slaver my tongue around his anus. 

This brings a moan that comes from his gut somewhere. 

Between pants he moans: "Of fuck, eat me, eat me you fucker, eat my ass."

I am getting into this now; I have eaten a lot of ass, both men and women, but few really let go and let they really enjoy it. Trace is not one of these; he is completely into this and really let's himself go.

He is very vocal which I love, telling me: "Oh fuck my ass with your tongue, eat my ass fucker, you are going to make me cum before you even put your cock in me. Just touch my cock and I will cum. Oh please touch my cock, stroke me ass eater."

I have made a guy cum just from anal eating but Trace is so hot I want to give him anything he wants and now. He is still holding his ass open to me freeing both my hands, so holding his nut sack I reach around to find his hot cock. I run my hand along the length to find the crown and underside covered by his precum. I stroke him only a few times when I hear his say: "You fucker you are making me shoot, eat me, stroke me, and oh fuck this is so good. Make me cum, here I am , make me cum, make me cum. Oh fuck here it is, don't stop."

I am really into his ass by now and stroking him as fast as I am eating him when I feel his load pulsing down his cock. Shot after shot, it seems to go on forever.

I know I will have to get off his ass soon so enjoy it for all I am worth. He has taken one hand away too and I wonder where, but he has pushed back to my face so hard I am tight to his ass hole eating for all I am worth. I can feel his nut sack pull up to his groin and his cock is pulsing and my tongue pushes farther into his anus.

I am almost ready to cum from all I am doing and have no stimulation to my but am enjoying what he is experiencing.

It takes him a nice long time to stop cumming and when he finally does he pulls away from my mouth and hands and says: "You wonderful fucker, that was the best cum I have had in a while, fuck me now and take all of me."

"Let me get some lube and I will be glad to do just that." I add.

"You won't need any, you have this to use." He shows me where his hand went and it is full of his cum. He takes it and rubs it all over my cock head and shaft.

"You have my ass so happy and loose you wouldn't need much anyway" he says and rolls back onto his front side and spreads his cheeks again for me. He flexes his anus open and closed for me showing me how much he wants this. 

"Oh dude I want our ass so bad, show that to me again." I groan.

I want to watch this for ever but need so much to cum so touch his anus with my cock head. Hoping he is as hot as I am I do not wait and start to push my cock right into him. His fine ass welcomes me in with no resistance making me believe me that he is very relaxed and is not new to this.

As soon as he feels my crotch pressing on his back side he raises his ass off the bed and puts a pillow under himself. This gives me full access to his butt and can now lean forward to cover him and kiss and lick the back of his neck.

We are building up a good rhythm now as I am working his ass for all I am worth.

I tell him: "Your ass feels so good with my cock in it. Motherfucker do you feel good! Does my cock feel good in you?"

"Oh man does it, fuck me, fuck me quick before I cum. I want to fuck you now while you are fucking me. Does that mean we need a third?" trace groans.




New Beginnings Ch. 05



" Oh that does sound good. I have only been fucked when I had a cock in my mouth once and absolutely loved it. Does this mean you know a third?" I ask.

" I know a couple, do you want a dude of chick? Everyone I know seems to fuck and suck anybody, but shoot into me now. I want to feel your hot cum in my ass." He tells me.

This really turns me on, and hearing there might be wilder times to come for us and it is just what I need to shoot into his ass.

Long, hot ball wrenching loads shoot into him. I am fucking him fast and hard now and it doesn't faze him. He is fucking me back giving as well as he is taking.

Finally I feel my orgasm ending and pushing as far into him I stop and freeze. Trace hold still letting me choose how to end this. 

Finally sated I pull my cock out of his ass and pause to watch it close as my cum starts running out.

I lay next to him and we kiss. Hot wet with a lot of tongue man kisses.

"Take me now while I am still high from fucking you. Fill my ass with that nice young cock of yours and sear me with your hot cum." I say, wanting it and wanting it now. I reach into the night stand and give him the lube.

He shoots it right between my ass cheeks and I know there will be a hell of a mess on the sheets but want this bad, very bad.

He rolls the lube around my anus and slips a finger tip into me. I push back like a slut and he now has a finger completely in me.

"Give me another fucker, get my ass ready for your cock." I order.

He quickly does this and before I know it he has three in me and is working me over good when he says: "Ready for cock you horney slut?"

He runs even more lube between my ass cheeks and works his cock between them lubing it up.

He pulls me up to my knees and pushes his cock head right into me when I say: "Oh fuck does that feel good. As soon as I saw your nice cock I had to suck it but new I wanted it in my ass almost as bad. Push that fucker into me."

I am relaxed now and reach around to hold my butt open for him as he pushes in. He is of good size and when he is ball deep I feel completely full.

"Stop there and let me enjoy your cock in me." I ask him.

He does just that but as soon as he feels me move he starts sliding his cock in and out of me. Before long we have a good rhythm going. In and out, in and out he fucks me.

He is talking to me while he is fucking my ass. Things like how good I feel, that he can still taste my cum in his mouth, that he knew I would be a good fuck by the way I sucked him off at the gym. 

It sounds great to me and brings me to the edge of orgasm and panting I tell him that as he has been stroking my cock and caressing my nuts while I am still holding my butt open to his fucking.

He takes his hand off my balls and cups the head up my cock and the new stimulation pushes me over the edge and I start shooting long hot loads into his hand. 

Stroking me faster he says: "That's it cock sucker let it out, give me your cum so I can suck it down."

Being a man he knows to slow his stroke as my shots slow until he is just holding me. He can feel my cum stop in his hand and as I catch my breath and he slowly resumes working his meat in and out of me and before long he speeds up and shoots his hot sperm into my ass. It is comfortably hot and I love it.

As his euphoria diminishes and he pulls his cock out of me and lays next to me letting out a long slow sigh.

After a moment I ask: "So what are the chances of a hook up with one of your friends?"........................



New Beginnings Ch. 06



I had been out for a few cocktails and decided to make it an early night. As I entered my foyer I looked up the stairs and saw my hot next door neighbor as she was unlocking her door. I wanted to get to her quickly before she slipped into her apartment and away from my advances. I needn't have moved as quickly as she was having trouble with the lock. She was obviously quite loaded as she dropped her keys. It was then that I got the surprise of the century as my hot dream girl bent over and gave me a peak at her ass under her very short skirt. I should say her ass and what appeared to be a pair of balls! My dream girl was a she male or transsexual! Shocker? Yes, but it excited me. Over the last year or so I have been sucking men's cocks and am comfortable with my bisexuality but this was new to me. A hot woman with a cock.

But back to now. I picked up her keys and gently placing a hand at the small of her back said: "Here let me help you with this."

She was shocked to see me as she did not hear me come up beside her. She tried to say something as I unlocked and opened her door for her but was having a lot of trouble putting her words together.

Wanting to put her mind at ease I tried to comfort her and let her know that she was home and safe. I looked around her apartment and she had done a nice job with it as it was very comforting. Lots of sensual items around the room. A real nice old love seat that looked like it was right out of a New Orleans Brothel. Everything did remind me of some of the high end brothels I have visited in my travels. I was having to support her with my arm around her waist and asked her where her bed room was. She was sober enough to react to that and as I saw fear in her eyes said: "My name is John and you know me from across the hall. I mean you no harm and you are safe with me. I just want to make you comfortable and feel safe." She pointed to one of the doors in the room and when I opened the door I saw the difference in a bed room and a bedouir.

Hers was something to experience and words escaped me to describe it.

I lead her to her bed and as I lowered her to it she tried to kick off her high heels. I had to help her with one and got quite a view up her skirt. She had a nice shaved uncut cock and ball sack for me to see. I caught the smell of fresh cum and could see some running down the back of her legs. She caught me looking and said: "So now you know! Do you hate me, despise me, are you repulsed?"

"No dear you are very desirable woman and if you were more sober I would be less of a gentlemen. But for tonight let's just get you to bed."

"I can't sleep in this dress. Will you help me with it, please?" She quietly asked.

I was glad to do anything that let me have more looks at her body so reached behind her and zipped her dress down. She shrugged it off her shoulders and tried to catch it to cover her breasts but wasn't quick enough to prevent showing me her beautiful pear shaped breasts. Nice half doller sized nipples and barely any drop to them. I wondered if they were implants or grown by hormones. Either way I had to resist caressing them.

I helped her to lift the dress over her head leaving her naked as she had no panties or bra to cover her. As much as I wanted to feast on her beauty I was a gentlemen and helped her under the covers.

As I thought she had passed out I moved to leave her when she grabbed my hand and asked me to please stay as she was afraid to be alone.

I suddenly realized there was more here than someone who had more to drink than she could handle.

I told her that I would be just outside her door on the couch until she was comfortable.

I really wanted to get back to my place and relieve this hard on that everything I had seen had created. All I could think about was feeling that beautiful cock of hers harden in my mouth and make love to it until she shot her load down my throat.

Resigning myself to trying to sleep in my clothes and on an unfamiliar couch, I settled in on hers. Luckily she had another besides the love seat, I found a selection of pillows everywhere and enough throws to cover myself.

Nothing I tried to do to forget how hot she made me worked and I tiptoed to her door to check on her and found her sound asleep. I quietly got myself back to the couch and said "Fuck it" and dropped my pants to give myself some relief.

I was ready with my handkerchief to catch my cum and proceeded to close my eyes and picture the beauty just steps away.

I was lost in my fantasy when I felt that I was not alone and opening my eyes saw her leaning on her door jamb watching me. She was almost covered by a vintage dressing gown. It had a print and fringe but was almost transparent teasing me with glimpses of her beauty.

I stopped my stroking and as I reached for one of her many throws around me she said: "Don't stop. Please don't stop. You are so handsome doing that. Who were you thinking about. Your eyes were closed but you had a very excited look on your face."

"I,I,I am so sorry for doing this here. Please forgive me, I apologize." I stammered embarrassed but excited knowing she had seen me in so intimate a moment.

She stopped my yammering and said: "Were you thinking about me?" My reaction told her everything she needed to know as she drifted to the chair nearest me. She appeared to float to me with the grace I have never seen in any woman. 

As she pulled the throw from me exposing my nakedness from the waist down my still hard pulsating cock bobbed up and down after being released from its hiding place.

"Please continue. I want to watch you pleasure yourself. I have never been so aroused knowing that someone found me so desirable that they had to relieve themselves. I always feel so used after my experiences. It excites me knowing you were thinking about me. Please let me watch you, please do it for me. Later when I am more presentable I will make it up to you."

Saying please one more time she reached over and caressed my leg from knee to thigh. She was far from my cock but I could feel the precum leaking from the head. I have masturbated with women but we did it together. Here was a somewhat clothed woman asking me to jerk off in front of her.

Throwing caution and male bravado to the wind I took my hard cock into hand and slowly stroked it as I held eye contact with her. I used my other hand to cup and caress my ball sack. I stroked my shaft and ran my cupped fingers around the head. I must have been arousing her too as she crossed her legs and tried to hide the fact that her cock was getting hard also by trying to push it between her legs. But she was long enough that I could see cock head under her leg and I swear I saw it leaking. This made me even hotter and as I was stroking and caressing myself I said to her: "Do you know how long I have been trying to meet you? We always miss each other and you are always on my mind. I don't even know your name. Please tell me that much. God you are so beautiful."

Still stroking myself but getting hotter, I speed up my hands.

"My name is Tara. And how can you be so hot for me when you just saw me at my worst. I stumble home drunk and humiliated and you are pleasuring yourself thinking about it." 

"I try to never judge anyone. You might be at your worst right now but I do not think this is always you. There have been many times if you saw me, tonight would be nothing to you. I am thinking about you as I see you, not how I saw you tonight. I would still make love to you right now." I tell her.

"Well there is no way you are getting any closer to me tonight than you are right now! I am nasty and undesirable to even me." She says.

"How are you staying so hard looking at me all a mess? Are you some kind of pervert that I should worry about?" She asked.

I was getting too excited to answer watching her cock head peak between her legs and getting peaks at her soft breasts. Even the smell of the cum dripping from her boy cunt excited me.

She saw that I was looking at her cock and opened her legs a bit and let it pop up in front of her. She saw me speed up my stroking and opened her legs and turned towards me giving me a perfect view of her nice uncut cock and tight ball sack. She was about 5 inches hard making it an easy fit into any of my openings. This pushed me over the edge and releasing my balls I caught my cum as it shot from my cock. As I arched my back in orgasm wildly stroking my shaft filling my cupped palm with shot after shot of my cum.

As my release ended I lay back on her couch and looking into her eyes I brought my cum filled hand up and covered it with my mouth sucking up my essence. After taking down most of it I sloppily licked up the rest looking at her all the time.

"You know that you are incredibly hot and I would just love to make love to you right now, just as you are." I tell her and we both see my cock return from semi hard to throbbing again.

"You do not understand what I have been through. Men have used me and thrown me away. They wine and dine me and after I bring them pleasure with my mouth or other ways after they cum I am like a used tissue to them. Tonight two men used me like I was just a receptacle for their juice and I do not think I could go through that again. Especially tonight." She confesses.

I get up and kneel between her legs and spreading them look into her eyes and say: "Let me make love to you with all the respect you deserve. I expect nothing in return, let me show you that a man can give you all the pleasure you desire." 

With that I lean forward and take her beautiful cock into my mouth. I gently hold her soft balls in my hand as I suck her cock head. I lick around it and hear her moan and settle down in her seat. I lean farther forward pushing more of her into my mouth. I am overwhelmed with the aroma of her perfume and the smell of cum on her. My face is so near her ass that I can smell the man or men who have recently fucked her.

She tries to squirm from the tight grasp of my mouth on her sweet cock and says: "Oh fuck, this was not my plan! Please let me at least, let me shower so I am all nice and clean for you."

I am stronger than her and firmly but gently hold her in place as I continue sucking her cock. Overwhelmed she relents and relaxes and enjoys me making love to her with my mouth. As I spread her legs with my elbows I cup her soft smooth balls with one hand as I use my other to slip into her dressing gown and find her nice ripe pear sized breast. 

"Tara let me give this to you now and know that I have desired you from the first moment I saw you. Knowing that you are more than I had desired only makes me want you more. I want to make love to you like no man has ever done. I am new to this side of me and I have always enjoyed giving my lovers pleasure and only recently have learned to make love to a cock. Let me show you that a man can be loving and respectful of you."

Not waiting for her to answer I take her cock softly into my mouth, smoothly, deeply until I have it all. It is the perfect size for sex. I can take all of it into my mouth and think it will fit easily and quickly in my ass should she want it. Something makes me want to show this woman, this woman with a beautiful cock that some men can be sexual but respectful at the same time.

I am really getting into sucking her perfect cock when she grabs a double handful of my hair and tries to pull me off her cock saying: "I am going to cum, stop or let me go so I can cum." 

I easily remove her fingers from my hair and suck harder and faster wanting her to cum in my mouth. She cannot hold off any more and with a cry sprays her essence into my mouth. I pull back just enough to run my tongue around her crown and pushing her fore skin back feel the first hot sweet shot of her love hit my tongue. She gives me three strong shots followed by two shallower ones and I stop and hold her by the shaft just behind her crown and let her finish.

I hold her cock there until I hear and feel her breathing return to normal. I return to working my mouth up and down her shaft when she tries to pull from me again saying: "Oh love, no man has ever done that for me. You cannot believe how wonderful that felt. Your mouth is heavenly now let me go so I can give you the same gift."

I let her cock slide between my lips sucking her foreskin as it leaves my mouth. She is still quite hard and I want more of her cock but ask: "Are you going to tell me that I am the first one to suck your cock? I cannot believe it but an so glad I could do it for you."

"You are the first man to do this for me. A couple of my girlfriends that are like me, we get together from time to time for some fun that we only get from each other. But you are my first man and it was worth the wait."

"Well Tara, I have some other gentlemen friends who would be glad to suck such a beautiful woman's cock for you and your friends." I tell her.

During this conversation I have been slowly stroking her cock shaft and caressing her balls and she is quite hard again.

"May I ask you something personal?" I ask.

"Said the man with my cum on his breath:" She says as she reaches forward to caresses my cheek and then softly kisses me. "What would you like to know lover?"

"Have you, have you ever had an orgasm when the fools made love to you?" I ask trying not to be to crass.

"Well dear you are probably the first person to make love to me. I have been fucked but never had anyone make love to me. But to answer your question even as rude as they were I have cum from the act. Now may I ask the same question assuming you have had lovers like that?" She takes her turn asking the uncomfortable.

"Well all of my experiences with men have been in the last year and a half or so and all have been very positive. There have been a half dozen male lovers and we acted like that, as lovers. We fucked madly sometimes but always with respect." I answer.

"That's nice but I think you avoided my question, sweets. Have you had an orgasm from being, can I be blunt, from being fucked?" She pushes smiling.

"Yes my inquisitor, I have cum from being fucked, not always and even a couple of times without any stimulation of my cock. And you just watched me jerk off and I then sucked you off and the smell of other men's cum fills the room and we both are half dressed with boners, so I guess we have gone way beyond worrying about being blunt. So I guess that the 800 pound gorilla in the room is would you like to fuck a man, this man, in the ass and see if I cum? Because I would love to be able to give you another first today." I ask the final question.

Shrugging her shoulders her chemise falls exposing all of her beautiful body as she reaches over to pull my shirt over my head without taking the time to unbutton it. She guides me back onto the couch I had just masturbated for her on and covers me with her hot smooth body. She spreads my legs with her and settles herself between them. She maneuvers my cock between her legs as hers is between our bellies. She takes my hands and places them on her ass cheeks and I quickly squeeze her tight little ass. As she takes my face into her hands she covers my mouth with hers and easily pushes her tongue into it. I am surprised by her change from a demur quiet woman to an aggressive lover with a cock rubbing between us. 

I break our kiss and ask her: "Do you want to fuck me? Do you want to put your fine cock in my tight ass and fuck me? Is that what you want? 

I reach down between us and take her hard cock into my hand and stroke it, feeling how hot it is. I tell her that before anything goes in my ass I need to feel it in my mouth and pull her by the hips up to straddle my face and feed it to me. I sucked her foreskin and worked my tongue under it to lick her corona. I am stroking her shaft as I guide her hips working her in and out of my mouth.

There is no mention of my just having sucked her to orgasm as I suck her deeply into my mouth.

Surprised by this she returns to her aggressive ways and holds my face as she eagerly fucks it. This frees up my hands and I use one to pull her ball sack down and the other down the crack of her ass to find her well fucked ass hole. I easily slide two fingers into her as she releases a moan from deep within her soul. She has apparently forgotten her fear of me finding her so well used.

"Oh sweet love I could stay like this forever but were you serious about me....you know...?" She stammers.

"Yes my beauty I want you to fuck me. I assume you might have some lube around here?" I ask.

Putting her cock back into my mouth she awkwardly reaches over to a drawer in the coffee table and finds some lube for us. 

"You fine hunk of manhood roll over and let me lick you and get you ready for this." She almost commands.

I too am concerned with how sweaty I may be but she shakes her head when I try to protest. "Worry not dear, leave this to me. Next time we will start in my luxurious bath for our love making but it is too late for such niceties now. Now be a good boy and roll over for Tara." She says maneuvering me onto my knees and forearms. 

As she spreads my ass cheeks I can feel her hot breath on my anus and I am so excited I could almost cum. When she covers my ass hole with her mouth and sticks her tongue tip into it, it is my turn to moan.

"Oh fuck Tara, that feels so good. I love it when someone does this for me. I can't wait to do it for you." I sigh.

"Well nasty man if you like this so much hold these cheeks apart for me and I will show you more that you will like:" 

I do as I am told and now having her hands free she can take my cock and balls into her hands. She wraps the thumb and fore finger of one hand around the base of my nut sack and strokes my shaft with the other. Every few strokes she covers my crown and spreads the precum that is running out of my cock around it. All this time she is still eating my ass like I cannot believe.

I could die like this and not care but tell her that she better get to task before she makes me cum. She says that is the plan but I feel her shift around and hear the familiar snap of an Astroglide bottle open and know she is ready to loosen me up. Remembering that I had thought she had a perfect sized cock I know it won't take much to get me ready. I feel her wet finger tips running around my anus and having experienced this before, can easily relax allowing the tips of two to easily enter me.

"Well, I was worried that you might think, I am a slut, but my dear it looks like somebody has been exploring his sexuality too. This is not your first time is it lover?" She laughs.

"No, if you must know my friends and I are just that, sluts. We won't fuck just anybody but we all fuck each other at the first offer. If you would like I bet you will fit right in with us." I confess.

As I feel her place her hot cock at my entrance it excites me to know I may be the first man to allow her to do this and want to look into her eyes as she does it. So I roll over onto my back and put my arms down between my legs and hold them up with my elbows behind my knees. This frees my hands to spread my ass cheeks for her. I have done this before with male lovers and it always makes me feel like a complete slut abandoning any remnant of my old sexual self, giving myself up completely to my lover. It is heightened seeing the look on Tara's face. 

"Oh my God love; do you know how long I have wanted to be in this moment? Having such a hot man give up his ego and self to me so completely. It is like being a virgin again. You are the first person to offer me this gift. You make me happy beyond belief." Tara says as her cock is bobbing around throbbing with desire. Her cock head glistens with the precum that is profusely leaking out.

"To be honest love I have done this with men before but you are the first beautiful woman to take me like this. Fill me with your gorgeous cock and make me yours. Fuck me as you have always dreamed. Give me the lube so I can ready you to enter my ass." I say to her wanting this as much as she must.




New Beginnings Ch. 06



I take the lube from her and fill my palm with it and stroke her shaft with it. When I cover her crown with my palm I feel her shiver with desire. When I had been in this position with all my men lovers I saw lust in their eyes but this woman, a woman with a cock, had desire, love almost and it was like the first time for me too. For months I had masturbated fantasizing about this beautiful amber skinned, raven haired beauty with her fine ass and perfect breasts. But, never in any of my fantasies did I picture myself legs up and spread begging for her to fuck me. With a cock, her cock.

"Come Tara, fuck me, fill me with your hard cock and make love to me like you have dreamed." Saying this I lead her to my ass by her cock. When I feel her head touch my anus I relax it and allow the beginning of it to enter me. I think I can feel her foreskin which extends beyond her crown enter me easily and when the head of her cock touches my ass half of it enters me. Her cock is perfectly shaped. The crown almost purple and is larger and round flaring back to the shaft. Her shaft is slightly smaller and smooth with an even coloring. I think of it as a perfect desktop background for my computer that I use for porn. Her sack is evenly wrinkled and tight up to her groin.

Releasing her I tell her to take me, give me all her love. With both hands free again I return to spreading my cheeks for her and this open my anus even more and her entire head fills me taking my breath away and I say: "Wait, hold right there and let us enjoy this moment. We will never have a first time like this again."

As we look into each other's eyes she cannot wait and easily slides more of her perfect cock into me. There is none of the initial discomfort that I sometimes feel with my male lovers. This confirms my earlier thought when I first saw her hard cock. It is perfect for making love to me at least. Easily swallowed and comfortable in my ass.

She is now deeply inside me and as I feel her balls touch my ass I sigh and say to her: "Oh, baby, I have never felt like this. Every lover up to now has been readying me for this moment. A beautiful woman that that perfectly fits in my mouth and fills my ass. Fuck me now; fuck me like we have dreamed of. Fuck me and fill me with your cum."

I cannot believe it when I hear myself say these things. Even when I was sucking cock or letting another man fuck my ass I always felt masculine, virile, still a man. Now I just feel sexual, without gender or a role to play. No image to uphold just fully, completely experiencing my sexuality.

As she leans forward she takes one of my legs and throws it over the couch back and moves the other to the coffee table, spreading me open for her to fully enter me. With my hands now free I can grab her tight perfect ass cheeks and caress them. She has my face in her hands now and kisses me, wetly with her mouth covering mine and entering my mouth with her tongue. Our tongues fight for dominance working themselves over and around each other.

She has been slowly fucking me as we kissed and now leans back and pushes my legs wider and looks at the juncture of our coupling. She works her cock in and out of my ass all the time looking at our fucking.

"I never thought I would see my cock in such a handsome man's ass. You have made my wildest dream come true. I have had what I thought were hot times but this is easily the best." She says to me.

She pulls her cock slowly out of my ass and watching the entire time waits for my ass hole to close and then places her head back at my entrance. I flex my anus enticing her back into me.

The feel of her cock opening my ass so hot I know this will be one of the times I cum from fucking and neither of us has touched my cock which is rock hard and leaking cum all over my belly. 

We make eye contact and she says: "I love watching your little rosebud dear. I have only seen a few but, if possible yours is beautiful the way it almost invites me in. I love feeling me enter you."

"You love feeling what enter me? I want to hear you say it. What are we doing and what are the important parts involved?" I ask her wanting her to say the words.

She had been so determined, dominant even in her actions up to now. Positioning me, moving my legs, kissing me, taking charge. It was like her male side was taking over, maybe for the first time in a while or ever. 

But now she was reverting to being shy, coy even and I had to hear the words.

"We are making love." She says.

"No say the words I want to hear. I have sucked your cock and now it is in my ass. There is no reason for us to be shy, be honest with me, you can say anything." I push her.

"OK lover, I can say it. We are fucking. My cock is in your sweet tight little ass. In your ass hole and we are fucking. You won't believe the things I have done, had done to me, but this is the first time I have made love to a man this way. I am fucking, not being fucked and I love it." She says with a finality that comes when another bridge has been crossed. 

Continuing on she offers: "And I love watching my cock enter your ass. I love the way it feels, every inch of it. With all I have done this is the first time I have fucked a man with my cock. Not a little twink but a real virile man. I love the feel of my cock opening your body, almost like your ass is inviting me in, welcoming me. If I fuck another thousand times in a hundred ways I will always remember this. And I love you for it. So let's stop all this talk and let me enjoy making love with you."

Leaning back down to kiss me she pushes her member deep into me. I feel her smooth sack press against my ass and I love it and tell her so.

"Fuck me Beautiful; give me all that fine cock of yours. It feels so perfect in my ass. Fuck me and fill me with your love juice." I am moaning.

Trying to get deeper into me she takes my leg from the back of the sofa and pushes it up to my head allowing her to do just that. Wanting even more she moves my leg on the table to the floor and raises hers over it so that we have a scissors position. I can feel her balls pressed right up tight to my ass and mine on her belly. My cock is only semi hard now but secondary to the feeling in my ass. She has a nice rhythm and is properly fucking me. I wonder how long she has wanted to do just this and give myself completely to her desire.

She pulls back enough to look into my eyes as she fucks me faster. I can feel her cock pulsing in my ass and know she is close. Having almost forgotten my cock and balls, consumed with her cock in my ass I now feel my balls tighten up as she takes them into her hand and I cum. I cum like I do not remember and it is without any stimulation of my cock. 

Tara feels my cum pulse from my hard nuts and sees it shoot out the end of my cock. My cock is full size for me but not hard, it is very sensitive and feels like an extension of my anus which is full of Tara's' cock. All of this pushes her over her edge and she holds herself deep in my ass as she cums. Shot after shot of her cum enters my ass and it makes me shoot a couple more times too.

As we both finish it is so quite in the room that all you can hear is our breathing. Panting really. Then we realize what we have just done. She tries to pull out of my ass but I hold her and pull her down to kiss her.

"That was fucking awesome Tara, you are a wonderful lover and I hope we can do this again, soon, and often." I tell her.

I feel her cock soften and slide from my ass as she maneuvers us to be side by side on the couch. Our arms and legs are all tangled up as I pull a throw down over us and we kiss gently and drift off to sleep... 



New Beginnings Ch. 07



So there I was, sitting in there sun outside my favorite coffee shop enjoying my coffee, minding my own business. I was just back from inspecting a boiler failure in a Midwest power plant. Sad combination of equipment failure and human error, but it was done and I was home enjoying the day.

Then it happened, it was like having the ground open up and my guts fell through. The woman who ripped my guts out. The one that broke my heart and left me for dead.

She was looking right at me and walking towards me with purpose. This wasn't a chance meeting. She was 50 miles from home and not lost.

I was torn between hatred and lust; she looked good, real good. Tanned, great legs that started in heaven and dropped to the ground. Flat taught mid driff that started just below her nice firm little tits and continued to the top of her cutoff denim skirt. Her hair was longer giving it a fuller appearance, the expensive sunglasses I had given her and heels completed the effect. Fucking high heels, she knows that makes me melt, so her appearance was made with considerable calculation. Calculation to melt my resolve to continue to hate her.

Walking up to me she removed her glasses to make eye contact to remove any doubt that she was on a mission.

"Hi can we please talk?" she asks sweetly. 

I am thinking a cobra's bite might be sweeter and reply: "What could we ever have to talk about?"

"I am really sorry how things ended with us and have had a year to think about it and grow up some. Can you put your feelings aside for a moment and let me try to apologize?" Jane continues.

I want so bad to say something to cut her to the bone and make her hurt, but I too have done a little growing in our year apart so pausing to collect myself say to her: "Would you like to sit down?"

Taking a seat she sat across from me and as she crossed her legs gave me a quick look up her skirt. She didn't have any underwear on and had let her pussy hair grow out. The last time I saw her she was regularly waxed and was fun but I prefer the natural look.

Anyway, she had me distracted and well knew it.

"Was it ever good between us? Be honest now" She asked.

"Yeah it was great right up to the moment I found you with your head between my ex-girlfriends legs." I snapped.

"Come on sweetheart, if you don't let up we will never get past this and move on." Jane tried to reason with me.

"Janie, I have moved on. I have moved so far past your shit your head would spin."

Jane still trying to reach me softly says: "Hon we can get past this and get to 

a better place. A healthier place for both of us."

"Look, I fucked up, royally. I know this, but I can't feel any worse and I know you. You need to let go of this and move on and maybe we can be friends again. I am not trying to get back together, just be healthier. Won't you even try?"

Well I let go of my anger and we talked. She had fucked another guy early in our relationship when I was out of town and my coming home to find her in bed with Mora was the last straw. I tried to explain this to her and how I felt, always wondering if she had fucked someone the night before I came home.

She said she understood and that she had come to admit to herself she was very insecure and always needed reassurance she was desirable to people other than me. We talked thru the coffee on to the cognac and into the evening. Finally our wait person came over and apologized saying she was sorry but it was after closing time.

Both a little drunk I asked Jane where her car was and she pointed down the street.

I told her that I didn't think she should drive and we could walk to my place where I had a spare bedroom she could use. I assured her that her car would be safe overnight where it was.

She took my hand and slipped it up her skirt to her pussy and said: "Does it feel like I want to sleep alone? Can we have one last time together?"

Fuck she was wet, I thought I had caught a whiff of her essence thru the day and now knew I was right. 

Pulling my hand back I could see her glistening on my fingers. I ran them across her lips remembering the first time we made love and I had done just this. 

Remembering too she repeated what she had said the first time: "Are you going to make me do something naughty?" 

I looked up to see past her and found that our young server girl had seen it all and must have been pretty impressed as she had a hand moving down to cup her pussy through her shorts when she realized I was watching. Embarrassed she quickly turned away and hurried off, but just before she entered the shop she gave a quick look back and I winked at her. 

Jane brought me back to the action at hand and says: "I didn't think you would remember that!"

I told her I remembered every hot thing we ever did together!

"Baby are you going to take me home and do all the nasty things we used to do together again?" She whispers in my ear.

Having forgotten all the bad feeling of the past I slipped back into the person I was when it was good between us and using the nasty language we loved back then say: "Yes my little cock sucker, I plan on doing every dirty thing we ever did and a few more we never did."

Getting into it herself she says: "I can't wait to get you fine cock back into my mouth once more."

By now we are up the street and almost to my place, groping each other all the way.

As we are at my front door I am fumbling in my pocket of me jeans for the key complicated by thefact I have a very hard dick and Jane has one of her hands down the front of my jeans. We are tongue fucking each other's face when I look up to see the next door neighbor at her door too. As she unlocks her door she looks at me and winks and disappears inside.

Fuck, why do I see her now, why not any of the other times I had stalked her!

But Jane's hand and tongue quickly make me forget and get back to the present.

Finally getting my key into the door, we fell thru and as I slammed the door we backed into it our hot tongues' exploring each other's mouths as our hands did the same to each other's body.

I took her by the hand and led her down the hall.

When we got to the bed room I told her to take off my jeans and show me how much she missed my cock. Without a word and no hesitation she dropped to her knees and opened my jeans. Pushing them down I stepped out of my moccasins and she pushed the jeans the rest of the way off.

I felt almost foolish standing there with only a shirt and semi-hard on.

Jane says: "You're shaved! I have never seen your cock shaved, I like it, and it looks even more delicious."

As Jane took my very hard cock in her mouth I took off my shirt. I was remembering how good my cock felt in her mouth. She is a memorable cock sucker. But, in the last few months I had been with some new excellent cock suckers and they hadn't fucked with my heart or head. Honestly I had forgotten all my anger and now my only emotion was wild lust.

There was no love in this just raw sex. 

"Take off your clothes and show me your snatch." I snapped.

Quickly she removed her top, showing me her uncovered breasts. She has nice medium sized tits that didn't need a bra. She then opened her zipper and lowered her skirt reminding me she wasn't wearing any underwear either.

"Ready for anything, weren't?"

"Yes, but I was looking for just you, I knew where to find you and this was for you. I wanted to make love to you one last time."

"Ok, now lay back and show me that cute little cunt of yours and maybe I'll do something nice to it." I said.

"Remember this, or have you been getting so much you forgot how much you used to love it?" Jane says slyly. 

Unlike my shaved self she has gone au natural. I always liked her cunt hairy, especially after a long fuck session and her hair was all wet and matted with our cum. I would love to rub my face in it and savor the aroma of her.

"Oh I will never forget seeing you with your legs spread wide and holding your cunt open for me to see, showing me just what a horney slut you are. You like it don't you?"

"Yes, I fucking love it. Is that what you want to hear? Well since you are being such a hard ass, listen to this. Mora hasn't been my only lover this last year. I have fucked and sucked a lot of cock too! How do you like that?'

Her quick change of tone reminds me that she can be a nasty drunk and tell myself if we ever do this again to watch or eliminate her alcohol intake. But there is way more blood in my cock than my brain and don't even consider stopping.

Her words had thrown me for a quick loop but honestly turned me on!

"I knew it, no matter how good someone is eating your cunt, I know you love cock in your mouth almost as much. Did you get enough? Now I am wondering just why you are here."

"I am here because no one makes me cum like you do. I have had bigger cock, great tongue, and wild nasty shit but in the end you were the best." Jane tells me.

"Janie, I honestly still jerk off thinking about some of our times. I have no interest in ever getting back with you and expect you wouldn't even think of the same, but we did fuck great didn't we?"

During all of this I have been stroking my cock and she was still spread wide for me to see the love juice run out of her beautiful cunt. I can't take it anymore and fall forward into her arms and legs. My cock naturally finds her wetness and as I slid easily into her we wrap our arms around each other. She kept her legs spread wide like the nasty slut I loved her tobe.

Jane kisses me and says: "See you can't be mad at me when your nice cock is in my puss. But, I thought you would eat me first."

I smile at her and say:" No, when you suck my cock I want you to taste pussy and when I eat you if I taste cum I want to know that at least some of it is mine."

"SOME? Do you really think I would seek you out after fucking someone else? Do you hate me that much?' Jane snaps and she tries to pull away from my embrace.

"Come on, when is the last time you had some cock? This morning, last night? I know it has been recently. Let's be honest, we are both sluts and need it regularly." Smiling I tell her.

"You ass hole, you think you know me so well." Jane says, all the time working her hot pussy up and down my hard cock. No matter what she says, her cunt betrays her, loving my hardness in her.

I raise one of my legs over hers so I can get just a little deeper into her and throw her other leg over my hip. She is trapped now. I would let her go if she wanted but know she is only a little indignant. 

Jane groans at the deeper intrusion into her and says: "I miss this, all your nasty positions. No one has ever fucked me in so many ways as you. Guys with big cocks are the absolute worse. They think just having a big cock will make me cum. And yes, I had someone just last night. Nice big cock, shaved, big crown, but no moves. He fingered me a while and just put it in thinking the size alone would make me cum. NOT!"

During all of this back and forth I was slowly stroking in and out of her fine puss. I too have had better in a lot of ways, but we always moved well together.

She sees my nostrils flair as I savor the aroma of our coupling. I love the small of a pussy fucking and hers is especially fragrant.

"You like that smell don't you?" She says as she works her cunt around my cock.

"Yes, you know that I love everything about your cunt, I just didn't like wondering who had been in it." I tell her honestly. 

I move so that both of her legs are between mine and lean forward so that my pubic bone rubs her so that her clit is stimulated. I only have half of my cock in her but her thighs are rubbing my nuts which I love.

"See what I mean, you always know how to fuck me. How can you make me feel so good and hurt me at the same time?" Jane tells me as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. She feeds me her tongue and explores my mouth which she remembers I love.

"OH God fuck me faster, you feel so good on my clit you are going to make me cum. Oh, fuck me you bastard, fuck this pain between us out."

As we speed up our fucking she worms her hand between us to hold my balls. She always did this when she wanted me to cum.

"Cum with me love, if you need to cum in me first, do it now so I can feel your sweet lips and tongue on my puss."

She must have learned something in the last year exploring without me because she was about to cum with my cock in her, something she only did once when we were together. She only ever came with me eating her.

I speed up my fucking and as I caress her face and kiss her I tell her: "Cum with me, feel me shoot into you and cum with me you heartbreaking bitch!"

And with that I explode inside her. She is rubbing herself hard into me and I feel her start to cum too. We are moving frantically, I barley have the head of my cock in her but am working her clit hard as she squeezes my balls.

I can tell she has peaked so I push my legs between hers and spread them so that I can push my cock into her and empty my balls.

"That's it baby; fill me with it, cum with me.'

Cum I did, shot after shot deep into her cunt all the while feeling her contracting around me in her own orgasm.

When we were finally spent we just held there, me deep in her and Jane with her arms and legs now wrapped around me.

I pull back a little so I can look into her face when she says: "I am waiting for you to get soft so we can rest but I think you are just as hard as when you started to cum. What's up with that? Seems I remember some little problems with you staying hard." She reminds me.

During our coupling something had changed, at least in me. I wasn't mad anymore. I was at peace with our parting. So I gently told her: "Love, I was always worried about you fucking someone else and as bad as I wanted you when we were making love I would flash on how long ago someone else was inside you and then I would go soft. Sorry but that is just the facts."

she wanted but know she is only a little indignant. 

Jane groans at the deeper intrusion into her and says: "I miss this, all your nasty positions. No one has ever fucked me in so many ways as you. Guys with big cocks are the absolute worse. They think just having a big cock will make me cum. And yes, I had someone just last night. Nice big cock, shaved, big crown, but no moves. He fingered me a while and just put it in thinking the size alone would make me cum. NOT!"

During all of this back and forth I was slowly stroking in and out of her fine puss. I too have had better in a lot of ways, but we always moved well together.

She sees my nostrils flair as I savor the aroma of our coupling. I love the small of a pussy fucking and hers is especially fragrant.

"You like that smell don't you?" She says as she works her cunt around my cock.

"Yes, you know that I love everything about your cunt, I just didn't like wondering who had been in it." I tell her honestly. 

I move so that both of her legs are between mine and lean forward so that my pubic bone rubs her so that her clit is stimulated. I only have half of my cock in her but her thighs are rubbing my nuts which I love.

"See what I mean, you always know how to fuck me. How can you make me feel so good and hurt me at the same time?" Jane tells me as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. She feeds me her tongue and explores my mouth which she remembers I love.

"OH God fuck me faster, you feel so good on my clit you are going to make me cum. Oh, fuck me you bastard, fuck this pain between us out."

As we speed up our fucking she worms her hand between us to hold my balls. She always did this when she wanted me to cum.

"Cum with me love, if you need to cum in me first, do it now so I can feel your sweet lips and tongue on my puss."

She must have learned something in the last year exploring without me because she was about to cum with my cock in her, something she only did once when we were together. She only ever came with me eating her.

I speed up my fucking and as I caress her face and kiss her I tell her: "Cum with me, feel me shoot into you and cum with me you heartbreaking bitch!"

And with that I explode inside her. She is rubbing herself hard into me and I feel her start to cum too. We are moving frantically, I barley have the head of my cock in her but am working her clit hard as she squeezes my balls.

I can tell she has peaked so I push my legs between hers and spread them so that I can push my cock into her and empty my balls.

"That's it baby; fill me with it, cum with me.'

Cum I did, shot after shot deep into her cunt all the while feeling her contracting around me in her own orgasm.

When we were finally spent we just held there, me deep in her and Jane with her arms and legs now wrapped around me.

I pull back a little so I can look into her face when she says: "I am waiting for you to get soft so we can rest but I think you are just as hard as when you started to cum. What's up with that? Seems I remember some little problems with you staying hard." She reminds me.

During our coupling something had changed, at least in me. I wasn't mad anymore. I was at peace with our parting. So I gently told her: "Love, I was always worried about you fucking someone else and as bad as I wanted you when we were making love I would flash on how long ago someone else was inside you and then I would go soft. Sorry but that is just the facts."

she wanted but know she is only a little indignant. 

Jane groans at the deeper intrusion into her and says: "I miss this, all your nasty positions. No one has ever fucked me in so many ways as you. Guys with big cocks are the absolute worse. They think just having a big cock will make me cum. And yes, I had someone just last night. Nice big cock, shaved, big crown, but no moves. He fingered me a while and just put it in thinking the size alone would make me cum. NOT!"

During all of this back and forth I was slowly stroking in and out of her fine puss. I too have had better in a lot of ways, but we always moved well together.

She sees my nostrils flair as I savor the aroma of our coupling. I love the small of a pussy fucking and hers is especially fragrant.

"You like that smell don't you?" She says as she works her cunt around my cock.

"Yes, you know that I love everything about your cunt, I just didn't like wondering who had been in it." I tell her honestly. 

I move so that both of her legs are between mine and lean forward so that my pubic bone rubs her so that her clit is stimulated. I only have half of my cock in her but her thighs are rubbing my nuts which I love.

"See what I mean, you always know how to fuck me. How can you make me feel so good and hurt me at the same time?" Jane tells me as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. She feeds me her tongue and explores my mouth which she remembers I love.

"OH God fuck me faster, you feel so good on my clit you are going to make me cum. Oh, fuck me you bastard, fuck this pain between us out."

As we speed up our fucking she worms her hand between us to hold my balls. She always did this when she wanted me to cum.

"Cum with me love, if you need to cum in me first, do it now so I can feel your sweet lips and tongue on my puss."

She must have learned something in the last year exploring without me because she was about to cum with my cock in her, something she only did once when we were together. She only ever came with me eating her.

I speed up my fucking and as I caress her face and kiss her I tell her: "Cum with me, feel me shoot into you and cum with me you heartbreaking bitch!"

And with that I explode inside her. She is rubbing herself hard into me and I feel her start to cum too. We are moving frantically, I barley have the head of my cock in her but am working her clit hard as she squeezes my balls.




New Beginnings Ch. 07



I can tell she has peaked so I push my legs between hers and spread them so that I can push my cock into her and empty my balls.

"That's it baby; fill me with it, cum with me.'

Cum I did, shot after shot deep into her cunt all the while feeling her contracting around me in her own orgasm.

When we were finally spent we just held there, me deep in her and Jane with her arms and legs now wrapped around me.

I pull back a little so I can look into her face when she says: "I am waiting for you to get soft so we can rest but I think you are just as hard as when you started to cum. What's up with that? Seems I remember some little problems with you staying hard." She reminds me.

During our coupling something had changed, at least in me. I wasn't mad anymore. I was at peace with our parting. So I gently told her: "Love, I was always worried about you fucking someone else and as bad as I wanted you when we were making love I would flash on how long ago someone else was inside you and then I would go soft. Sorry but that is just the facts."

she wanted but know she is only a little indignant. 

Jane groans at the deeper intrusion into her and says: "I miss this, all your nasty positions. No one has ever fucked me in so many ways as you. Guys with big cocks are the absolute worse. They think just having a big cock will make me cum. And yes, I had someone just last night. Nice big cock, shaved, big crown, but no moves. He fingered me a while and just put it in thinking the size alone would make me cum. NOT!"

During all of this back and forth I was slowly stroking in and out of her fine puss. I too have had better in a lot of ways, but we always moved well together.

She sees my nostrils flair as I savor the aroma of our coupling. I love the small of a pussy fucking and hers is especially fragrant.

"You like that smell don't you?" She says as she works her cunt around my cock.

"Yes, you know that I love everything about your cunt, I just didn't like wondering who had been in it." I tell her honestly. 

I move so that both of her legs are between mine and lean forward so that my pubic bone rubs her so that her clit is stimulated. I only have half of my cock in her but her thighs are rubbing my nuts which I love.

"See what I mean, you always know how to fuck me. How can you make me feel so good and hurt me at the same time?" Jane tells me as she takes my face in her hands and kisses me. She feeds me her tongue and explores my mouth which she remembers I love.

"OH God fuck me faster, you feel so good on my clit you are going to make me cum. Oh, fuck me you bastard, fuck this pain between us out."

As we speed up our fucking she worms her hand between us to hold my balls. She always did this when she wanted me to cum.

"Cum with me love, if you need to cum in me first, do it now so I can feel your sweet lips and tongue on my puss."

She must have learned something in the last year exploring without me because she was about to cum with my cock in her, something she only did once when we were together. She only ever came with me eating her.

I speed up my fucking and as I caress her face and kiss her I tell her: "Cum with me, feel me shoot into you and cum with me you heartbreaking bitch!"

And with that I explode inside her. She is rubbing herself hard into me and I feel her start to cum too. We are moving frantically, I barley have the head of my cock in her but am working her clit hard as she squeezes my balls.

I can tell she has peaked so I push my legs between hers and spread them so that I can push my cock into her and empty my balls.

"That's it baby; fill me with it, cum with me.'

Cum I did, shot after shot deep into her cunt all the while feeling her contracting around me in her own orgasm.

When we were finally spent we just held there, me deep in her and Jane with her arms and legs now wrapped around me.

I pull back a little so I can look into her face when she says: "I am waiting for you to get soft so we can rest but I think you are just as hard as when you started to cum. What's up with that? Seems I remember some little problems with you staying hard." She reminds me.

During our coupling something had changed, at least in me. I wasn't mad anymore. I was at peace with our parting. So I gently told her: "Love, I was always worried about you fucking someone else and as bad as I wanted you when we were making love I would flash on how long ago someone else was inside you and then I would go soft. Sorry but that is just the facts."

Jane looks honestly sad when she says: "Hon, I wish I could tell you that you were wrong but I was bad and I can never forget that. I did bad things and even when I was doing them I knew it and how it would hurt you. But it wasn't about you, you were doing nothing wrong, it was all inside me. I always need someone new to show me I was still desirable. I wanted great sex without the commitment of love. I am honestly sorry I hurt you. Can you ever forgive me?"

"Janie, we both were at fault, let's put it all behind us and have some honest nasty sex, with no strings attached." I told her.

I was still very hard and inside her and we were getting uncomfortable so I took my middle finger and made a ring with my thumb and squeezed that last of my cum out of my cock as I pulled out of her.

"Now I will eat your puss, but for a different reason. I just love your snatch. It always smells wonderful, even after we have been fucking all afternoon. It is beautiful to look at, sweet to taste, I don't know what feels better in it my cock or my tongue."

With that I scoot down, lie between her legs and stick my tongue right into her. She is wide open, or as wide as she can with her small pussy. Her clit is still sticking up begging for my tongue and her lips are engorged with blood making them a nice dark color. Out of her open cunt hole my cum is running out. I can't wait to taste it and start sucking it out of her.

I know she wants attention to her clit but am making her wait.

I just love the smell of pussy and just fucked pussy is the best. I roll my face around in it spreading our sweet mess into her hair. I run my face down her V. When her clit comes into my mouth I give it a quick work over but don't linger, wanting to suck our juices out of her and continue down until my tongue enters her love hole. I stick my tongue in as far as possible and cover her cunt with my lips and suck our slur out. 

I eat her like a starving man. Jane has without a doubt the finest tasting pussy of any woman I have ever had and when it has my cum it things seem so much more decadent. 

"Oh baby you eat me so much better than anyone, please lick and suck my clitty." Jane moans.

"Throw me one of those pillows, you horney slut." I tell her.

As she flips me the pillow she smiles and tells me: "You nasty fucker, I love it when you talk dirty to me, now slurp that puss."

As she raises her ass up I put the pillow under her lower back so that her ass hangs over. 

"You know what I want to see slut, do it now." I order her.

She remembers just what I want to see and reaches under her ass and spreads her cheeks so that now not just her cunt is on display, I can see her little rosebud. I love rimming ass and hers is one of my favorite. Her pussy hair extends down around her lips and opening past her taint to her anus. There are about a dozen hairs around her butt hole and I love it.

"Is this what you want to see fucker? You like my butt don't you? Have you been licking everyone else's when I was gone? You can tell me anything we are just fuck buddies now and I can imagine what you have been doing." Jane teases me.

Before me is a beautiful sight. A beautiful woman with her legs spread showing me everything from her engorged clit, her full red lips, her cunt with juices freely running out down to her tight little anus. And all covered with hair matted down with sweat and juice. The fragrance fills the room and I dive right in. This last year I have explored my fascination with cock but still love pussy. 

I have had my fun sucking our juices from her and want her to have a toe curling orgasm so zero in on her clit. She is built so that as I lick and suck her clit my chin can rub her pussy opening and I use this to an advantage. I sometimes run my mouth down to suck her hole and then past to lick her anus before returning to her clit. I have two fingers of one hand in her now and am caressing her G spot. I have my middle finger of the other hand spreading her juice around her anus. 

I am so hard and hot that if I touch myself I would cum almost immediately. 

Jane senses this and tells me: "Oh, baby put your cock in my mouth. Let me suck that fine cock while I cum. You know I cum so much better with a cock in my mouth."

Happy to please I quickly turn around and as I straddle her head she raises up to take my hardness into her hot mouth. This has always been her favorite sex position. We came this way at least 80% of the time we were together.

I am a fan of it because if I lift her legs up I have access to all of her juicy 

parts, from clit to ass hole. To get her off I would concentrate on her clit and after she came I'd move down to suck the juice from her hole and then my prize, her ass hole. I can rim forever. 

When I feel she has recovered I move back up to her clit and get her off again. All the while she has been wantonly sucking me off. 

"I love looking back between my legs to watch your mouth work my cock; you suck like a champ babe." I moan to her.

This makes her suck me even more wildly, if that is possible and all I can do is arch my spine and push all of my cock into her loving mouth. It is more than I can take and empty my balls down her throat. Shot after shot and she works my shaft with her tongue and cheeks. She remembers to caress my ball sack which always intensifies my orgasm. As my pulses slow down she gently pushes my hips up so that only about half of me is in her mouth and she sucks that last out of me while working my cock head.

As I slowly work my cock in and out of her mouth I tell her: "Damn girl you are an even better cock sucker than you were if that is possible."

My cock has softened to about half its size now and is super sensitive so I slowly back out of her mouth. She gently sucks to the end bringing one last bit of cum out of me to land on her lips.

We rest there for a moment and when my breathing returns to near normal, I tell her: "Now it is your turn." And lean forward to kiss her clit. 

She asks: "Can I hold your cock in my mouth or are you to sensitive?"

"Just hold for now, suck the shaft but not the crown. 

With that I go back to giving her clit all the attention it needs.

Within moments she is bucking wildly and sucking me harder as she cums again

I can't help but get hard myself but concentrate on her. 

As she is coming down I move to her opening and stick my tongue softly in. I pause for only a moment after she has relaxed and move one of her legs over the other exposing her fine little butt and kiss her ass hole. I lick and suck it when she says: "You always end up at my butt sweetheart, didn't you get any of that when we were apart?"

"You know I did, but I always liked yours and it is right here." I reply.

"You know I never really liked you fucking my butt. I did it for you because I loved you and I knew how much you enjoyed it don't you?" She offers.

This pauses me and I take a moment to tell her: "Yes, and I always loved you for it. I wish I could say I did something for you that I didn't love, but truth be told I loved it all. Except the fights and other bad times." 

"Would you like a chance to make that up to me and get a chance to put it in my butt at the same time, would you do it?"

I should sense a trap but want that ass pretty bad and already having most of the critical blood supply in my regenerated cock answer foolishly: "Sure, but I reserve the right to decline once I hear what you want." I try to bargain.

"All I want is for you to answer a few simple questions, nothing to dig up old pain. Just satisfy my curiosity." She schemes.

"Let me put the head of my cock in your ass and we can try it." I try to maneuver things to my advantage.

"No, it's my way or no butt for you." She smiles knowing she has the upper hand.

"OK, but let's do this right, you liked a lot of lube don't you babe?" I ask reaching into the bedside drawer and remove the Astroglide.

I pour a liberal amount down the length of my hard cock and ask: "Can I lube you or do you want to do it."

"You like doing it but I know you like watching me do it more." She says reaching for the bottle. She squirts some on her first two fingers and starts rubbing it around her anus and then easily slides the first two digits of both fingers into her.

"That was easy, have you been giving up that sweet little butt hole to others?" I ask, wishing it had been me.

"Well, babe, I feel bad telling you this but I always really liked it when you fucked my ass. I am honestly sorry for always being such a bitch about giving up the butt for you. I was pretty fucked up then and just a cunt, but will show you how much I really love it. That is after you answer my questions." She tells me still fingering herself. She now has both fingers up to the second knuckle and has relubed them.

I move forward so that my cock is pressing on her fingers and she flips her hips toward me and my cock pushes between them so that my head enters her, The tightness and stimulation of her fingers caressing me is incredible. 

"Oh, fuck your ass feels so good. Can you take more?" I moan.

As she pulls her fingers out she reaches down to cup my sack and says: "Yea love give it all to me, I want to feel your balls against me." Jane tells me.

Not waiting for her to change her mind, I push the rest of my hard cock into her tight little ass hole. She relaxes and takes it easily and willingly.

"This is one beautiful sight babe. Your freshly fucked cunt and my hard cock buried in your ass." I tell her.

"Haven't you been fucking anyone in the ass this last year? Don't lie to me, I'll know." She asks.

"Yeah, I have had some willing ass this last year; you know how much I love it." I reply.

Now she gets serious and asks: "How many were boys asses?"

Seeing my shock she adds: "Come on you agreed and I have been honest with you."

I hesitate before revealing that some of them may have been guys.

She is squeezing my cock now with her ass and says: "did you enjoy it?"

Now into trying to shock her I quickly reply: "Yes every one!"

"How many cocks have you sucked, now tell me the truth, you know I love eating puss so it is only fair."

"You get right to it don't you? Well here is what you want to know, I have sucked probably six different cocks and most more than once." I say 

defiantly.

"Oh fuck I would like to see that! What have I got to do to see you suck a fattie?" 

"Keep squeezing my cock like you are and you are half way there."

We were both into this now and I wasn't going to last long. I pulled my cock out until just the head was in Jane's ass and it popped out. I immediately pushed it back in past her sphincter and it felt so good, I pulled out and did it again, and again. I was in the perfect position to watch my cock head enter and pop out of her anus which added so much to the exquisite pleasure.

"Janie, I am so close to cumming, where are you? Can you cum with me?" I asked.

"NO babe, please let yourself go, I have to pee so bad if I try to cum I'll piss all over us both!" She laughs.

"Oh, don't make me think about that. You know how I love you pissing on my cock."

And with that I grabbed her hips and sped up my fucking. We had some pee play in the past, always somewhere we didn't have to worry about beds of linen, but this had been so hot I really didn't care. Just the thought of her hot piss running down around my cock in her ass made me cum immediately. Fuck it was awesome! I had cum so many times that day it was hard to believe this was so fucking good.

Shot after hot shot of my cum entered her tight little ass as I threw back my head and said:"Fuck Janie your ass feels so good!" 

She gives me just a moment to enjoy the after effects of my orgasm before she pulls her ass away leaving my tender cock waving in the breeze and says: "Let me go pee!"

Smiling I ask: "Can I watch?"

I don't even wait for her answer and follow her to the bath. I get there first and slip by her to sit on the toilet first and spread my legs wide and pull them back leaving the front of the seat open and my cock hanging down for her to see.

She laughs as she spreads herself to hover over me and holds her lips open and directs her stream onto my cock.

Fuck this feels good and the force of her stream bounces my cock around. Not wanting to waste any of this I reach my balls and shaft form behind and hold myself still making it easier for her to direct all of her piss onto my cock and down over my balls. We had done this in a number of ways and I always found it hot. There was no thinking it was hot fuzzy love, it is just decadent sex. 

As her flow slows she leans forward and kisses me wetly exploring my mouth with her tongue. I love kissing with a lot of tongue work and receiving as much as giving.

As I stand we continue our hot mouth fucking. I work us over to turn on the shower.

I break our kiss and say:" I want to freshen up my cock just in case you might want to suck it again."

"Baby I would suck your cock right now if you wanted!" Jane tells me.

"No babe I want a leisurely 69 and want to be fresh clean for you." I reply.

"Good, I will sweeten up the girls for you too." She says.

Normally when a woman talks about her girls she means her breast but Jane means her puss and rose bud, knowing how I think of them as a pair.

But I had other plans first. I pulled her into the shower with me and up against the wall face first. I spread her legs and knelt down and spread her ass cheeks and took in the sight of her ass hole, It was wet with sweat and my cum was starting to leak out. It was beautiful! 

I leaned forward to kiss her right on the anus wetly. It was a cornucopia of flavors. The tanginess of the hole itself, my sort of neutral tasting cum combined with our sweat.

"Oh you nasty fucker! I forgot how wild you are. Is there nothing you won't do?" She moans.

"Not muck babe." And with that I began to feast on her ass. She was into nit right from the start, moaning and rolling her hips and pushing her sweet but in my face.

I was incredibly hard and finding it difficult not to stroke myself as I enjoyed myself. I didn't wait too long before I turned her around to suck on her equally sloppy cunt, and sloppy in a good way. 

After we had been together only a short time I made it part of our love making to eat her puss after I fucked her.

Her moans increased in volume as she ran her finger through my hair and lifted my face up just enough for me to lick her clit.

Licking her clit always brings her to orgasm quickly and this was no different. She came with a body shaking shudder. Her legs weakening so that I had to hold her up with my hands under her ass cheeks and a nice handful it was.

I stood up to take her into my arms and kissed her deeply. She was the first to force her tongue into my mouth, something I always love.

As I felt her legs strengthen she said: "Let me suck you off. You know how I love your cock in my mouth."

As good as that sounded I told her that I wanted a slow leisurely mutual suck and lick session back in bed.

Wanting to continue where we were but remembering how nice our suck and lick sessions were we returned to the shower washing each other. It was more like soapy wet caresses but very sensual.




New Beginnings Ch. 07



As she was washing my ass cheeks she pushed me up against the shower as I had done to her and ran her fingers down my ass crack something she never did in the past. We were silent both waiting to see how far this went.

She didn't disappoint. She worked my crack like a pro and as I spread my legs invitingly, hopeful she would give me what I wanted. 

She did working her fingers around my anus and as I relaxed and spread my cheeks for her she worked one of her slender fingers into me. She had one hand working my ass and the other stroking my cock.

Now it was my turn to moan! 

"Oh fuck that feels so good. I am afraid to ask just where you learned that": I said.

"Just you never mind where. What I am wondering is just why did my finger slide in so easily and would you like another?"

Laughing I said: "More please."

"You really have been fucking and sucking with the boys haven't you?" She asks prying me for more details of my man to man sex.

She now has two finger deep in my and as she gives my cock one last stroke she slides them out saying: "Did you mention something about back to bed?"

"Yes mam": I reply as I shut off the shower and lead her back out. I take two big soft towels and her one as I start to dry her off.

Soon enough we drop the towels and she takes my hand and leads me back to bed where we fall into it and start kissing softly but intensely. This is familiar territory for us. We had many days we called sex and seafood on a Sunday afternoon. We would have a few cocktails smoke a little weed and feast on seafood. Then if we could make it upstairs to the bed have a hot session. Sometimes we only made it to the couch.

She is the first to break the kiss and leaning back looks into my eyes and asks: "Are you ever going to let me watch you suck another guy off? I am dying to see it. I know we had talked about it on our Sundays but thought it was just sex talk. Now I find out you have opened yourself up to new exciting fun."

"You won't let this go will you? It was only hours ago that I even told you and you want a show already?"

"I am just afraid you are fucking with me or if you are telling the truth you will chicken out." She pushes.

So not one to pass up what I considered a dare I say: "Ok, is this a show or are you going to participate?" 

"Oh, I want the full adventure. I want it all, everything that is going. So just how far will you go?" She says.

"Well sweetness, I have a friend that I was just sharing with some fun a lady that should be open to this. She was shocked when he kissed her while she was sucking my cock and really went nuts when I ate her after he came in her. How would you feel about this?" 

I am opening up to someone from my past for the first time and have mixed feelings about it. While I loved my new bisexuality all of my partners are new friends and am worried about just anyone from home knowing about my changes. 

It excites me but there is honestly some trepidation.

Maybe soon... 



New Beginnings Ch. 08



I was still torn between two recent encounters hat I experienced. Finally meeting my hot neighbor and finding she had a fine fully functional cock and hooking up with my ex and getting over my bad feelings for her.

Tara my neighbor proved to be as exciting as I had fantasized but with something extra in her cock. I had not changed my thinking of her as a hot woman but getting to know her she was more than that. She was a nice person, loving, giving and warm but troubled with hurdles life had thrown her way. 

Jane on the other hand was the last woman I had a relationship with before exploring the bisexual side of my life. She had left me for another. Well not just another but another woman and an ex of mine to boot. So, I had demons of my own.

Now almost a year later I was fully comfortable with my sexuality. Man, woman, with a cock, without out with a pussy I was learning they were people first and treating them as such was better for me. If we were attracted to each other there were no preconceived boxes they had to fit into. It made life so much simpler.

So when Ben, my first male lover called and asked me if I wanted to spend a day in the sun at the beach together I was glad to hear from him. We were headed to a beach with a nude section and even an area where things got pretty wild from time to time so I was excited about that.

When the time came for him to pick me up we headed to the beach both expecting something to happen and open to almost anything.

The trip was long enough for us to get caught up and I filled him in on most of my recent adventures but saving my time with Tara to myself not knowing how she would feel about anyone knowing about our personal time together.

I did tell him about Jane as he knew most everything anyway and thought she might be up for some fun for the three of us.

By the time we were at the beach we were both hard and when he saw my shorts bulging said that we better get to the fun end quick.

There was a semi hidden access to that area and as we reached the sand found only a smattering of singles and a few couples. We lay our blanket down and opened the cooler for a cold one then spread lotion over each other. Touching each other's ass and even covering cocks and ball sacks had us back to quite hard. Teasing each other we decided to enjoy the rays for a while.

It was shortly thereafter that another couple was making their way towards us. A naked man and woman headed our way. Both were fit and good looking. The guy seemed somewhat familiar but I couldn't place him until Ben whispered that he was a member of the gym he managed. I remembered seeing him around and even in the showers. I had thought I had seen him watching me out of the corner of his eye when we were showering but never explored the situation as there was always someone else around.

He was in pretty good shape and as I remembered a nice looking cock that was semi hard a couple of times I caught him checking me out. She was also in nice shape, brunet top and bottom as neither were shaved as Ben and I were. Nice tits, full and long tight legs of a runner. I wondered what her ass would look like

As they got closer I saw the man say something to the woman and she quickly looked at Ben and me. It must have been interesting as she looked at us with more than a passing interest. More than a naked woman can look at two naked men when she was with a naked man herself. As they passed close she smiled and he nodded as to acknowledge that we men knew each other somewhat.

They lay their things only about 20 feet from us and after settling in pretty much as Ben and I had they went through their lotion ritual. She took a couple of opportunities to show us her ass and it was fine. A nice handful in each cheek and just enough sag to make her look womanly not a girl. I like girls but appreciate a woman with some experience.

We all lay silently waiting for something to happen to decide the tone. She must have decided to make the first move as Ben nudged me to point out that she had reached over to stroke her partners cock. He quickly came to hardness and as Ben and I had almost lost our erections we silently watched her stroke him.

I took the dare first and reached to take ben's cock in my hand and stroke him. She and I both being the farthest from each other leaned over to watch each other. She seemed only a little surprised to see one man stroking another's cock in so a public place, or anywhere for that matter. But, she didn't stop watching. Ben and the other guy silently lay there watching and no doubt enjoying everything. 

I said to Ben: "Watch this." And leaned over and took his cock into my mouth sucking half of him in. The woman's look of surprise was such that she had to cover her mouth with the hand she was stroking with. The guy was equally surprised. 

Ben only said: "You fucking dog, what are you up too?"

The other guy was the first of them too move when he took her hand from her mouth and placed his behind her head. Still surprised she leaned forward to take the end of his cock in her mouth but did not break eye contact with me. It was as if a silent challenge passed between us. Who could suck cock better, her or me?

Challenge accepted I went to work on Ben. He later told me that he and the guy were exchanging glances while watching each other get sucked, but that lady and I were locked in with each other. She was good, she worked his balls as I did but I could take down all of Ben while she could only get about 80% of her lovers cock into her mouth.

We both worked hard on our lovers cocks but Ben was the first to cum. I could tell by his nuts pulling up and his general behavior as I am a guy and we have been lovers for some time. The other guy was right behind Ben but he said something to his friend and at the last minute she moved his head and finished him with her hand.

Ben was quite vocal and the woman seemed embarrassed to finish her lover by hand. I chanced a look at the guy and saw something in his eyes as I held Ben in my mouth forever sucking every last drop of his cum form him.

As Ben and the guy were lying back to enjoy what had just happened, the woman, still looking like something was still embarrassing her said something and before we knew it they were picking up their things and leaving. As they left she had not looked at Ben or I but the guy could not help glancing at me. Something passed between us and I winked at him and smiled.

Watching them leave I could only look at her nice ass and wonder what it would be like to bury my face between her fat cheeks and devour her.

Suddenly feeling Ben takes my hard cock into his hand I am brought back from my fantasy and heard him say: "You fucker, you embarrass her and have the balls to look at her ass like that. You are just a dog! And you know he so wants his cock in your mouth, I bet she never swallows and it is always a bone of contention between them."

"Well hell I'd suck his cock, swallow his cum AND then eat her ass until she begged me to show her how to swallow. How about you?" I quickly answer, still watching her ass disappear out of sight.

"He has told her something about us or at least you. I am real interested to know just what." Ben continues.

I told him about the guy checking me out in the shower and am real interested in knowing what they have and will be talking about on the road.

"Too bad they left or they could watch you fuck me in the ass! You do want to fuck me don't you?" Ben says as he leans over to take my cock into his mouth and suck me.

"Well to tell you the truth I was just wondering if she ever took it in the ass, but, you my slutty friend I know you do." I tell him.

As he rolls over onto his knees I easily spread his ass cheeks as only familiar lovers can and kiss his anus.

"Oh fuck me, do you know of all the guys that have fucked my ass you are the only one who eats me first? I fucking love having my ass eaten and you are the best.

Spurred on by his compliment I eat his ass out with pleasure and vigor. I reach between his legs and cup his nut sack and roll them in my hand. This brings even louder moans from his lips. I can feel his cock reharden but ignore it concentrating on his anus. I love eating, pussy or ass, especially clean ass and Bens is just sweaty enough to be nasty.

As I look up to speak to him I see a young naked guy watching us. He is in his early 20's and all he has on besides a hard on is sandals. He is holding a pair of shorts in one hand and a nice looking cut cock about 7 inches. He is shaved and quite cute.

As I reach for the Astroglide we have set out handy I tell Ben to look up as I move to lube my hard cock to ready it for his ass hole. 

As I slather lube over my cock and Ben's ass hole I say to the young man: "Hey cutie, want some of this?"

He steps towards us and says with some trouble: "Yes, please."

I ask him how long he has been watching and he says long enough for me to show the woman how to suck cock.

As I am fingering Ben's ass hole I ask him if he wants some of this? He says: "Yes."

I ask: "Do you suck cock?" 

Again he replies: "Yes." 

Finishing with Bens ass I stroke my cock slowly so that he can see it and ask: "How many cocks have you sucked, a lot?"

"Enough to know I like it." He replies braver now.

So I say to him as I reach under Ben and stroke his hardness

"Have you ever sucked a cock as nice as my friends here?"

"No, never, but I would love too."

"Have you ever been fucked, in the ass, by a cock as nice as either of these?"

"Yes, maybe, but yours are pretty nice."

As I press my cock head to Ben's anus he relaxes and opens himself for me and I easily slide half way into his colon.

I ask him. "Would you like to be fucked by one of these fine cocks or suck them?"

"Either, both, I would love to do anything with you guys." He stammers.

"Well before we decide, why don't you slide under Ben here and show him how well you suck cock and we will decide what to do with or to you for that matter."

The words are barely out of my mouth when he drops his shorts and works his way under Ben and I hear Ben groan as he must be taking Bens cock into his mouth. 

As I push the rest of my hard, hot cock into Ben's guts I ask: "Is he any good buddy?"

"He's not bad, oh fuck, I take that back, he is very good." Ben says as the boy swallows his cock. 

I resume fucking Ben's ass and our motion causes Bens cock to fuck the boy's mouth. Ben leans forward to take the kids cock into his mouth and I can see him working him over pretty good.

After everything that has happened I cannot last any longer and as I speed up my fucking of Ben's ass I cry out that I am cumming. Being an old pro at ass fucking Ben has been working my cock as much as I have been fucking his ass and he tightly squeezes me on the back stroke and my orgasm overwhelms my senses. This is one for the books as I can feel the kid fingering my ass hole too. He must be able to feel my nuts flex as he pushes his finger into my ass hole just intensifying everything. He fucks my ass to the same rhythm as I am fucking Ben's.

But when I push deep into Ben's bowels to dump my load the kid keeps working my anus. As shot after shot of my cum enters Ben's guts I feel the kids finger working mine. If I only had something to do with my mouth I would be out of my mind.

I start making long slow strokes in Ben's ass as my orgasm comes to an end and the kid slowly pulls his finger from me bringing one more small but knee quivering shot of cum from my cock.

As I roll away I watch Ben fuck the kid's mouth and suck him too. It isn't too long before Ben raises his head and tells anyone within ear distance that he is cumming. And he does, furiously fucking the kid's mouth. The poor lad's cock is waving madly in the breeze looking like it needs attention, and my mouth is just the place for it. I kneel between his legs and quickly cover most of his cock in one swallow. He takes one of his legs under his knee and raises it showing me that he too wants some anal action and I oblige. 

I suck my middle finger to lube it up but when I reach for his ass hole I find he has come ready for action as he has some type of lube up his colon already. After his actions with us I am changing my thoughts on this kid. He may be young but he knows what he is doing.

Soon I hear Ben's familiar cries as he starts to cum in the kid's mouth. I easily slide another finger up the kid's ass and go to work on him. I don't know how close he is but want him cumming with Ben.

My fingers, mouth and tongue must be working as he raises his hips up to push his cock deep into my mouth and shoot his load too. Loads of hot sweet boy cum fill my mouth and throat. I cannot hold it all and some runs out around his cock and down my chin. I can't believe how much this kid cums. Ben has finished and is sitting back on his haunches watching me suck the kid off.

With no cock to fill his mouth the kid says: "Oh suck that cock, suck me daddy. Suck my juice."

As he finally finishes using my mouth I pull away and look at him and say: "You are something kid, you come prepared to be fucked all lubed up. He sucks pretty good huh Ben? And you cum like a race horse. What is your name and just how young are you?"

"My name is Benni, with an I, and I'm 20. Is that young or old enough? You suck cock pretty good for an old fart too. What are your names?"

We make our introductions and Ben reminds me of some dinner plans we all exchange contact info, knowing I will want some more of Benni.

I ask why Benni with the I?

"Because I can take it in my hand, in my mouth and in my ass."

I ask: "So Benni are you a top or bottom?"

"I'm pretty much a bottom but your ass felt pretty good and I wouldn't mind dipping my cock into it." He answers.

"Well my new friend we will be in touch." I reply as Ben and I pack up our things and say our goodbyes.

Days Later

I was back in the gym late at night and taking a long hot shower. I had just had a good work out and was enjoying the hot water when I noticed another man enter the shower near me.

Still enjoying my shower I glance towards him and recognize him as they guy that was sucked by his lady partner at the beach. He was turned half towards me and I could see that his cock was semi hard and hanging down near full size. Just the way I love them. I like feeling a cock harden in my hand and especially my mouth. I turn fully towards him and stroke my cock. I come to hardness quickly as I like being watched. He is staring at my hand and the cock within.

Wanting to see how far he will go I walk to him and looking in his eyes take his cock into my hand.

Slowly squeezing and stroking him I say: "You remember me don't you?"

As I caress his ass cheek with my free hand he moans: "Yes."

"Does your wife ever swallow your cum?"

"No, never." He replies as I continue to stroke his cock and run my finger down his ass crack and over his anus. He is turned so that the water is running down his back and over my fingers as they slide up and down his ass crack.

"You know that I swallowed his hot cum when he came don't you? I bet you would like that wouldn't you?" I ask as I feel his cock at its' hardest and standing straight up.

As his knees weaken and spread he uses one hand to hold himself up against the wall. As his head rolls back and his eyes close he mutters: "Oh, yes."

"You should have stayed and seen what I did next. I bet you would have loved it. Do you want to know what I did to my friend next?" I asked stroking his throbbing cock and running my finger around his anus.

"Yes, yes please tell me everything. I thought about you all night and my wife and I even fought about it." He confessed.

"After he shot his hot load down my throat, his hot tasty sweet load, I did something I bet you never experienced. Have you ever had a man suck your cock?" 

"No." was all could say.

" Well after I sucked him off, I ate his ass out! I licked, rimmed and tongue fucked his tight little ass hole!" I say as I now have my finger tip in his anus. As my finger easily enters him to the first joint he spreads his legs and pushes his ass to me. I am thinking this guy is as ready for anything I want as I have ever seen. Knowing that I am his first male lover excites me and I could cum easily and am glad he hasn't touched my cock.

"How would you like me to suck your fine cock? If I was your wife I would have this beauty in my mouth all the time." I stroke his excellent cock. It is about 6 or more inches and cut. He doesn't trim or shave his junk and I would change that but for right now I just want to freak him out that he is doing this with a man.

"You want me to suck your cock don't you?" He can only nod his head.

"Then you have to look me in the eye and tell me what you want." I push.

"I want you to suck me." He stammers.

"Suck what?" I ask as I lower myself to my knees in front of him. I have his cock almost to my lips and know he can feel my hot breath on the tip. I have moved my other hand between his legs under his balls to return my finger to his ass hole. I push it half way in and his knees buckle pushing his cock forward and I take the head into my mouth and run my tongue around it.

"Oh, fuck, suck my cock, please and keep touching me back there." He says.

I push my finger in so that I am cupping his balls and touch his anus with another finger. Running the new finger over his hole I push it in deeper to come up next to the first. I slowly work his ass and finding his prostate caress it. 

This causes him to push even more of his cock into my mouth and I welcome it by sucking harder and running my tongue under it. It easily fits into my mouth and I make love to it, knowing what he wants. I suck and work my head back and forth fucking him with my mouth. 

He is moaning and groaning as he puts his hands on my shoulders trying to guide my mouth on his cock. But I want to take control and have him know that he has been sucked off properly for maybe the first time in his life.

He really seems to enjoy me fucking his ass as I suck him off. This makes me think he is ready for something new in his life. I am hoping I can be the one to show him the pleasures of man love.

As I am fucking his ass with my fingers and he is fucking my mouth. I want his cum, I want him to cum in my mouth so I say to him: "Cum for me, give me your juice. Let me swallow your cum, you need to feel your cock shoot in a mouth for a change."

This pushes him to the end and almost shouting he is saying things like: "Oh Fuck, Oh God, I've never had a blow job like this. Swallow my cum, let me shoot into your mouth." 

And he shoots into my mouth and I hold his cock as deep into my mouth as I can. I let him take charge of his orgasm and he takes short strokes but keeps his cock as deep in my mouth as he can. I take a couple of long heavy shots down my throat before he pulls part way out and I can catch and taste his load.

When he stops cumming I hold him until he pulls from my mouth. I gently suck his shaft as he pulls it from my mouth until it drops across my lips leaving a string of cum between my lips and his cock. He sees this and holds still until the string breaks.  

I have slid my fingers from his ass as he pulled his cock from my mouth. I stand next to him so that my hard cock rubs his hip. This awakes him from his post orgasm dream state.

As I reach to cup his cock now semi hard and sensitive, I rub my hard on on him and say: "You want this cock don't you?"

He seems afraid now that he has cum and mutters something about his wife must be ready to leave by now. She had been working out with him and was in the women's showers.

"You have waited all your life for this cock; she can wait a few minutes." I say as I guide his hand to my hot cock.




New Beginnings Ch. 08



He is back in this moment now and I want my release too. I don't care how he gets me off; I just want him to do it. 

As I caress his ass again I ask: "Do you want to suck my cock or would you rather have me fill this nice ass of yours?"

Trying not to look at me he is stroking my cock when he says: "Can I suck you?"

"Of course, come over here." 

I guide him to the very same bench that I sucked my first cock so long ago. I wonder what Ben would say if he could see what was happening here.

As I sit on the end of the bench and spread my legs I guide him to his knees in front of me. I hold the back of his head and bring it to my cock.

"Do it, suck this cock. How long have you dreamed of this minute? Now your dream comes true. Suck me." I say knowing mine is the first cock to ever be in his mouth.

As if in a trance he leans forward to take my cock into his mouth. Tentatively he takes the head of my cock into his mouth. He must have dreamed of this day for some time because he knows what to do. He holds my cock head with his lips and tries to stick his tongue in my piss hole and lick my head. He is driving me nuts so that I have to push more of my cock into his hot mouth.

"That day on the beach when you were watching me suck cock. Who did you want to be my friend getting sucked off or me, the one doing the sucking?" I ask.

"Him,....you....both.. I don't know it was so exciting to see you two. I have never seen anything like that. My wife never swallows my cum and she was mad to see you do it. We fought about if and I told her if you could dom it why couldn't she? We haven't had sex since that day." He shares with me.

I push his head back down and he gladly sucks most of my cock down his throat. He seems willing to try anything so I tell him to caress my balls sack.

After a few moments I ask him: " Did you like what I did to your ass?" He nods yes so I say: "Then do it for me."

As soon as he touched me I have to fight not to cum.

"That's it, now touch my ass hole." I direct him and a finger easily slides into my willing ass hole.

"That's it, faster I am going to cum!" I almost yell.

And as I shoot my first shot of cum into his mouth the room is filled with the ear shattering cry: "Alex, just what the fuck are you doing?"

Shocked by the outburst we both turn to see his wife!

I can't stop cumming and as he is frozen in place I cover his face and hair with my cum.

"Well my dear if you had waited a minute you could have seen your loving husband swallow his first load of cum!" 

I wonder what will happen next?



New Beginnings Ch. 09



It has been less than a couple of weeks since my time with the guy in the showers at the gym and was still waiting to hear from him.

After his wife caught us he quickly dressed and they disappeared into the night. I hadn't seen Tara or my ex and was getting a little tired of jerking off. Thinking I might have to go on the prowl I came home as the phone was ringing. As I was returning from an away job I hoped it wasn't my boss with another assignment as I needed a break.

As I picked up the phone the number was vaguely familiar but I was drawing a blank as to where I knew it.

As I said hello a low girlish voice said: "Is this the beautiful man I met at the beach?"

Remembering Benni now I replied: "Yes, is this the little cutie I sucked off with the sweet cum?"

He laughed shyly and said: "Yes I was afraid you might not remember me, you naughty man."

Well I could see where this was going and was ready for something new so played along.

"So, hot stuff, what's up? Have you been thinking about us?" I ask.

"Yes, especially you Daddy, I would really like to show you something special that hardly anyone ever sees. Would you like that?" He continues in a voice that makes me think of a young girl.

"What is on your mind sweet thing? Looking for a top for that cute bottom of yours?" I say playing along with him.

"Yes, I am wondering if you would like to come play with me. I have been thinking about playing with you all the time." He continues.

"You know, I have been wondering about you too. Tell me the nastiest thing you want to do to help me decide if we meet." I say, not telling him I was ready almost as soon as I heard his voice. The girl thing has me hard thinking about the possibilities.

"Well, I like to play dress up. Would you like me to dress up for you?" Benni asks.

"Sure, tell me about your outfit, what will you wear?" I ask squeezing my cock through my pants.

"Oh, Benni Girl can't tell you that. It's a secret, but you won't be disappointed. I will tell you that my little boi pussy is ready for you to do to it what you did to your friend. Benni really liked watching Daddy's handsome cock sliding in and out of that other nice man." He says really getting into the girl role now.

"Well Benni Girl, Daddy will be glad to fuck that little boi pussy for you. But, you know what, Daddy likes cock sucking too. Does Benni Girl like cock sucking?" Now I am really getting into this myself and have reached into my pants to fondle my hot cock.

"Oh boy! Benni Girl loves to suck a nice hard Daddy cock. I will love to suck for you." Benni says.

"No Benni Girl, Daddy wants to suck your cock too. Would you like that?" I confess.

"Oh yes, the other men never suck Benni Girls clitty for her. I would love it but want to do yours first. Will you come visit me, please, please, come see me all dressed up!" She says. Shit, now I'm thinking of him as a her! She is taking me somewhere really new and it is making me hot.

"When do you want this nastiness to happen?" I ask hoping for right now!

She tells me where she lives and I figure I can shower and be there in a couple of hours and she (I keep doing that!) says she will be ready.

Fuck it if someone wants to be identified as such I am fine with it.

We say our good byes and I am off to shower and shave. I shave everywhere expecting Benni to do the same.

When I arrive at the address in a nice apartment building,I knock trying not to make it sound like I am trying to take the door down and hear "Come in."

Opening the door I see she is standing there with one tanned leg off to the side. Platform shoes, purple and pink stripped socks to mid-calf. Micro shorts with a prominent ball and cock bulge. Her balls bulge out in front and her cock looks pretty hard as it points off to the side. Bare mid-drift with a sequined black mini top. She has long straight brown hair that looks real. She must have had it tied back when we met at the beach.

She puts a hand on her out-thrust hip and says: "What do you think Daddy?"

"I think somebody is going to get fucked tonight! And sucked, maybe a couple of times. Come here sweetness."

As she stepped to me I took her face into my hands and kissed her, wetly and with a lot of tongue. As I broke the kiss I looked at her and said: "I can't believe this, you look so different and so fucking HOT. I am thinking about you as a girl, is that weird?"

"No Daddy, when I dress like this I am a girl. I'm your Benni Girl and will do anything you like. Tell me what you want me to do for you and I will be your slave." She says.

"Well baby, the first thing I want is to take off those hot pants of yours so I can see that hard cock of yours." I say as I search for the opening to her shorts.

She shows me a zipper on the side and tries to open them for me. I push her hands away and pull the zip down and spread her shorts open. She helps me lower them by wiggling her hips and looks so hot doing it. We have a little trouble getting them by her platforms but we both are on a mission and get it done. She has a pink bikini like bottom on but it is only big enough to contain her shaved balls. Her hard uncut cock is under the string to the side and very hard. I didn't really get a good look at it at the beach and it is beautiful. She is fat, long and oozing juice. I fondle her foreskin and work it back and forth as I cup her balls.

"I can't believe how hot you look baby! You look so feminine even with this beautiful cock. I cannot wait to feel it in my mouth." I tell her.

She reaches to my belt and smoothly opens my pants and before I know it I am stepping out of them. I step out of my loafers easily as she moves to unbutton my shirt. I am glad I didn't wear socks.

"Do you want me naked Daddy?" She asks.

"No my beauty I want you just like you are, just maybe somewhere more comfortable." I say and she takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.

It looks like any other young girls room all frills and pink with fresh flowers and candles. She steps out of her shoes and now is just a little shorter than me. We kiss softly as we both try to cover each other's body with our hands.

She drops to her knees and takes my pulsing cock into her mouth. Before I know it she easily has half in her mouth and is running her tongue all over my length. Spit is flowing out from between her lips and covers my ball sack. 

She breaks away to say breathlessly: "Oh daddy you have such a perfect cock. I need to do this before anything else. Please let me suck your wonderful man cock."

Wanting it as much as she does but know I will not be able to stand long so try to move us to the bed. She quickly gets onto the bed but holds me standing next to it. Before I can say or do anything she is laying on her back with her head hanging over the edge.

"Fuck baby's mouth Daddy, put your big cock in my mouth." She moans reaching for my hips to bring me to her mouth. This is one of my favorite positions, either being sucked or doing the sucking and spread my legs around her face and present her my cock. I am pointing up at a 45 degree angle so my balls more easily find her mouth. 

She sucks each of my balls working them over very nicely. This does nothing to slow the massive quantity of blood flowing through my cock. She wants my cock and has enough experience to know what to do.

She spins me around so I am facing the other way and pulls my ass cheeks open and lowers me to her mouth. Her tongue finds my ass hole easily with a familiarity of a long time lover. As she works my anus over I almost pass out and all I can do is moan: "Oh baby, eat Daddy's hole for him."

She is covering my ass hole and licking it very nicely. But she reaches up to find my cock, and like most guys, it has drooped some and she spins me around again and sucks my cock into her mouth.

"Baby, Daddy liked that, will you do it again?" I ask not knowing what I want now. My cock feels so perfect in her mouth and she made my ass feel so good, but as I look down her body I see her nice cock pointing straight up begging for my mouth. 

I can feel my cock hardening and it is making it difficult for her to comfortably suck me so I lean forward to take her into my mouth. Now my cock and her mouth come together smoothly.

As I bury my face in her crotch swallowing her cock I smell and taste something I have never experienced in all the cocks I have sucked.

Cinnamon! 

Over the last year and a half I have sucked and really enjoyed sucking a lot of cock. Many different and some a lot, but I have never tasted or smelled anything this nice. 

Her balls are still cupped by the pouch she is wearing and I caress them as I suck her tasty cock.

She raises her ass pushing her cock to meet my mouth and reaches behind me to run her fingers down my ass crack to tease my anus again keeping me hot but not so hard that I still easily slide into her mouth and down her throat. She works my hips without removing her fingers from my crack to start a fucking motion of my hips to match hers.

We frantically get into a rhythm fucking and sucking each other. Still cupping her balls I pull back enough to suck her foreskin, running my tongue around her cock head while stroking her hard shaft with my free hand.

She is working me in and out of her mouth like one possessed. Before I know it I am shooting my load down her throat. Shot after knee quivering shot of hot man juice fills her mouth and she takes it lustfully, moaning all the time.

As my orgasm subsides I realize I have forgotten her cock and as I try to take her back into my mouth she moves out from under me and pulls me to the bed beside her. 

"Baby, let me make you cum. You made Daddy feel so good; I want to do the same for you. Let me suck your beautiful boi cock." I say as I reach for her.

"If you really want to make your baby cum, put it in my little boi pussy. Fuck me like you fucked your friend on the beach, except this time it will make me cum. I bet if you fuck me with that nice cock of yours I can cum without touching my little clitty." 

As I reach for her "clitty" I say: "If this is a clitty it is the biggest one I have ever seen and I would love to have it cum in my mouth."

She moves so that I lose my grip on her clitty and we roll around gently wrestling. I easily pin her and have her struggling between my legs and the rubbing of my cock and balls starts making me hard again. 

As I have her under my outstretched arms and legs she moves rubbing her thighs together and I feel her now very hard cock slip between my ball sack and leg. My cock and balls are sliding around her belly on our mixture of cock leakages.

I could get off again like this but when someone is begging me to fuck their ass when I have had to work so hard to get some women to try it, I am ready to please her.

"Roll over sweet cakes and let Daddy make love to your boi pussy." I tell her.

She rolls over and pushes her sweet little ass up for me. She reaches back to move the string of her ball pouch out of the way exposing her ass hole to me. It glistened and looked like she had put pink lip gloss on it. As I leaned forward I could smell more cinnamon. As I kissed her anus I knew where the aroma came from, she had used some type of anal lube and was ready for me, but I wanted this ass and was going to eat me some before I pushed my cock into it.

"You are a nasty little slut aren't you, all lubed up for Daddy's cock. I bet you have a lot of experience getting cock don't you my slut." I tell her wanting to see her limits.

"Yes, Benni Girl is a real cock slut but yours is the one I have wanted the worst. Your juice tasted so good fill my boi pussy with it and make me yours. Fuck me daddy."

I lean forward and stick my tongue into her ass hole and she opens right up. She taste like her scent and it excites me to know she is such a slut and wants me so wantonly.

As much as I want to eat her ass out I am surprised that my cock is so hard so quickly and as I raise up to place my cock head at her entrance I say to her: "Is this what you want my little sissy slut? You want this hard cock? Tell me bitch!"

"Oh please Daddy, give me that cock I want so bad. Give all of it, every inch until there isn't any more. Oh Daddy fill me with your love."

"Hold your pussy open for me." I told her as I reached between her legs and pulled her now semi hard cock and balls back between her legs and holding her legs between mine I run my balls over her cock and ball sack. This rubs my cock head over her hot open anus. I am holding her in place but she can cause us to rub our genitals against each other's. When my cock head runs across her ass hole she says: "Put your perfect cock in me and fuck my pussy Daddy."

Not being able to wait any longer I angle my cock head to her ass hole and slip inside of her. I have fucked a lot of people in the ass lately but no one has been able to take half of my cock all at once. She easily takes it while tightening her colon squeezing my cock.

"You little cock slut. I can't believe how easily you took that much cock. You are a tramp and I really love it. Here can you take all of me?" I ask as I push my cock slowly into her until our balls rub.

Her moans almost make me cum right then. I have never felt anything as nice as her ass feels right now. I don't move I just hold onto her hips and relish the feel of my cock inside of her.

I reach for her hair and pull her face to mine, glad she isn't wearing a wig and kiss her hotly forcing my tongue into her mouth. Force is an overstatement as she welcomes it and meets it with hers. We fuck each other's mouth wildly.

"My little fuck bunny I have had my cock in a lot of pussies and more than a bunch of asses, male and female and I have never had my cock anywhere as heavenly as your boi pussy right now."

I start rolling my hips fucking her ass as I tongue fuck her mouth. She reaches around to slide the fingers of one of her hands between my ass cheeks to find my ass hole and press her middle finger into me.

Always wanting more I say to her: "Baby I wish you had two more cocks. One to suck and another to fuck my ass while I am in yours."

"You nasty man, you are a bigger slut than I am, but I bet I could find some for you." She laughs. "Now fuck me properly."

We fuck like this for a while but I want to make her cum before I do again and without pulling out of her roll her onto her back. She knows what I want and pulls her legs up spreading them and exposing her sexual center to me. I take her still semi hard cock into my hand and start to stroke her.

She starts to harden in my hand and I say to her: "That's it my little slut, get that clitty big for Daddy, I want you to cum for me. Shoot your load everywhere so I can lick it up and taste your juice."

This pushes her over the edge and she starts cumming while still only semi hard and I stroke her faster and faster until she slows. As she is cumming she is squeezing my cock in her ass and it brings me to the brink and I race over it and shoot my second load into her guts. This excites her and she starts cumming again before she has stopped cumming from the first time. This is a first for me, but one of so many today. I have cum so many times in so many ways and been with many men who have done a lot of cumming too, but never saw this before. 

She has thrown her head back and has her eyes tightly closed as she pushes her ass to my cock. Silently begging for all I can give her. 

We are lost in the intenseness of the moment. Her ass gripping me. My cock filling and fucking her and my hand stroking her cock.

We both are covered with the sweat of our coupling and I am overwhelmed by the immensity of the fuck. My senses are overwhelmed. Seeing this, the feelings in my cock and hand, hearing her cries of joy and the smell of her cum, my cum squirting out around my cock, our sweat and the change of sent in the lube. To complete the flood of stimulation of my senses I reach down to scoop up some of her cum and lick it off my fingers. As she feels me touch her belly she opens her eyes and sees me sucking up her cum.

"Oh Daddy, you are the nastiest man ever and the best lover I have ever had! I will never forget this moment. You make me feel like a complete girl." She tells me as she wiggles her ass on my still hard cock.

Sensitive now my cock cannot take any more stimulus and I slowly pull out of her ass. I watch and love watching her ass work around my cock until I am free of her and she remains open for a moment before slowly closing. Almost immediately my man juice leaks out of her anus. I lean down to slurp up some of it and she pushes her butt into my face. I tongue fuck her boi pussy for a moment but am beat.

I roll to lay by her side and pull her into my arms and say quietly: "That was out of this world my little fuck toy."

As she pulls the covers over us she snuggles under my arm and says: "Well maybe we can try for something more after a little nap.......



New Beginnings Ch. 1



I floated along the walkway, passing well-lit windows, each teeming with its own private treasures. My body felt like a walking contradiction, tired and weary, yet light and feathery with the freedom that comes after a hard fought victorious battle. 

Almost two months had passed since my last opportunity to step out. As the junior member of my firm's legal team, the burden fell to me to perform all the tedious grunt work. My days had been dominated with early morning meetings, afternoons at the courthouse, dinner conferences with the other members of the firm, and finally, an unending stream of late night research. Many nights, I would crash with exhaustion on the sofa in my office, to tired to make it home. 

Finally, that afternoon, the case had drawn to a successful close, with the prosecution unable to provide their burden of proof. The guys, as usual, had invited me to their victory celebration, but I simply wasn't in the mood to endure another evening of male breast-beating, cussing and down right crass behavior. I had tolerated enough of the old boys club over the past few months to last a lifetime. No, tonight, I was going to celebrate in my own way, in my own time. There would be no testosterone on the menu for me this evening. The night was mine and mine alone. I smiled at the thought.

Before I knew it, I was next to the destination of my desire, brimming with excitement. Nervous, I stole a quick peek at my reflection in the shop window, primped my shoulder-length auburn hair and meticulously applied some additional lipstick -- Cover Girl "Cinnamon Spice," my favorite shade. Confident in my appearance, I gave myself a playful wink and continued on my way. 

Taking a deep breath, I pressed my slender body against the heavy mahogany door that stood sentry to a whole other world, my secret world. At that very moment I felt anything was possible. I was genuinely at peace with myself and it felt so good. I was certain something exciting was going to happen to me. 

Once inside, my eyes took a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. The pounding rhythms resonating throughout the club attacked my ears. It was still early and the place was relatively barren. I thought to myself, how overeager I had been to begin my night out on the town. The longing and the ache within me had won out over my weariness. I felt I had to make the most of my fleeting moments of freedom. 

With excited anticipation, I glided past the empty bar and its resident bartender, a stocky unattractive woman in her early forties. Her name was Alice, though everyone called her Al. She had been working here ever since I had made my first visit, over two years ago. A hard-drinking, tough talking woman, she wasn't someone you messed with. Personally, there wasn't one thing about her I found appealing, but for some unfathomable reason, she never seemed to go home alone. How ironic, I thought to myself.

I found an empty booth and sat facing the dance floor, my favorite spot. I was a people watcher who never tired of studying the many varied mating rituals that would eventually take place on the dance floor, later that evening. My mind raced with delicious thoughts of my own anticipated mating dance and the intense joy I found in forbidden fruit. 

Al's husky voice startled me back to reality. "Long time, no see, Sheyenne," she boomed. I was beginning to think we weren't good enough for the big-time lawyer."

"Hey, Al," I smiled. "Nah, just busy. Just busy is all."

"Nice to have you back, just the same," Al growled in her intimidating way. "What can I get ya?"

"The usual, Al," I grinned. "You do remember what I drink, don't you?"

"Yea," she smirked. "I never forget a face or a drink, especially not a pretty face like yours."

"Thanks," I said politely. "That's sweet of you."

"Sweet, nothing," she bellowed. "I call em the way I see em, is all. One rye and coke comin right up." 

I watched her bulky form stalk back behind the bar. Nice to be where everybody knows your name, I reflected, remembering the line from Cheers. Yea, it's nice to be back.

"There ya go, darlin," Al snarled. "Hope you find what you're lookin for."

"Me too. Me too, Al," I replied.

"You'll have no trouble in that department, Shey. You're much to pretty," Al surprised me with her flirtation.

"If a girl didn't know any better, Al, she might think you're hitting on her," I flirted back, my eyes teasing her.

"If I thought I had a chance, Shey, believe me, in a heart beat…in a heart beat," she said thoughtfully. She smiled warmly and turned away. "You enjoy yourself tonight, little lady, and don't worry, cuz I'll be keeping an eye on you."

"Thanks," I replied. "I will," somewhat dumbfounded by her candidness.

I fingered the rim of my glass, staring at the amber contents and the cloud-like images formed by the ice. I thought about what attracted me to a woman. I wondered what Al might have to offer a girl such as myself. I thought about how so many of us are guilty of judging people by their looks and not the content of their character. I felt a little ashamed about my earlier assumptions regarding Al. She really was a sweetheart under that rough exterior. Here's to you Al, I toasted, raising the glass to my thirsty lips. 

Slowly, the place began to fill up. Every type of woman imaginable seemed to show up that night, young and old, slim and overweight, rough and feminine, leather chicks, bikers, middle-aged women who might have been just about anybody's mother and probably were. You name it, they were there. Many showed up in pairs, obvious couples. More often though, they entered alone. It was these unaccompanied ladies I studied closely, constantly searching for the one I might tame.

Al brought me a second drink and then a third, refusing my money each time, insisting they were on the house. I knew they were coming out of her pocket but didn't have the heart to refuse her offering. With each trip she seemed to grow bolder, going so far as to brush my hand as she placed the last drink before me. I smiled to myself, thinking how funny it must look to see a rough looking woman like Al trying to pick up someone such as myself. Still, I felt admiration for her boldness and self-confidence. 

Lost in thoughts of Al's flirtatious advances, I scanned the dance floor and began to wonder if there would be a special someone for me this night. By now, more than a dozen couples were up on the floor, grinding to the rhythmic tones. I found it a constant source of entertainment to see the many mismatched couples before me. The most interesting couple consisted of a large leather-dyke and a wispy looking femme. The larger woman looked to be about 40 and was decked out in full leather regalia including the appropriate studs, chains and tattoos. The smaller lady appeared to be in her early 20's, with a very delicate aura to her. There could be no mistaking who was the top in this relationship. 

I couldn't imagine what they might have in common but there they were, grinding to the music, smiles glowing, hands caressing each other, obvious lust in their eyes, each stealing kisses from the other. Again, I wondered what a girl like Al might have to offer and what I might be missing. No, I thought, some things are best left alone. Still, one had to wonder.

A deep hunger seemed to well up within me as I witnessed the swirling mass of erotic dance building its synergistic energy. Suddenly, I sensed I was being watched. At first it was just a feeling. I scanned the room, to no avail, unable to locate my huntress. I felt vulnerable, like a fawn alone in an open meadow, frozen with fear.

Peering around, I subconsciously detected a pair of dark eyes ravaging me. Still, I couldn't pinpoint the source of my discomfort. Then, out of the corner of my vision I detected a set of mysterious dark coal-like eyes glowing between the swaying bodies and flashing lights. I did a quick double take and found myself transfixed by the most exotic gaze imaginable. I sat mesmerized, unable to avert my stare, not wanting to let the object of my desire slip away.

After what seemed an eternity, I began to make out the facial features of the divine creature opposite me. She seemed gracefully older, with high cheekbones, shoulder length shiny raven black hair and the self-assurance of a well-heeled independent woman. Her eyes never left mine.

Slowly, she rose from her perch and glided towards me. Light seemed to frame her face as she approached. She was adorned from head to toe in black attire, broken only by her ruby-red lips and gold jewelry. My mouth became dry and my hands began to sweat profusely. Surely, I thought, she wasn't coming towards me. But she was.

She stood before me, our eyes riveted and equally thirsty. Standing about 5' 6," elegant and sleek, she was dressed in black leather pants and a black silk blouse. She looked to be about 30 or so but my intuition told me she was closer to 40. I felt completely overwhelmed and unable to move, full of fear and excitement. Confidently, she extended her hand, magically drawing me to take it. Seductively, without averting her eyes, she gracefully kissed my trembling hand. Without a word, I found myself compelled to rise and follow her onto the dance floor.

Even though the music was pounding out a fast beat, this raven beauty drew me to her, placing a hand on each of my hips. Hypnotically, my hands slid around her waist and we melted into a single entity. Now facing her, I had to look slightly up, as I am fairly short, standing only 5' 2." Slowly, the music swept us up, moving us round and round, our lower bodies pressed together, our stare still unbroken. Eventually, I was unable to maintain my gaze and pressed my cheek softly to her shoulder. She drew me in tighter. I felt my breath becoming ragged and my heart pounding uncontrollably. Our breasts were now pressed together causing a tingle to curse through me.

We danced for nearly an hour, clinging to each other, speaking not a single word. She was simply intoxicating. The smell of her hair, the sweet aroma of her perfume, the rich feeling of her clothes and the warmth of her touch all combined to enchant me. I was in heaven and never wanted it to end.

Finally, she broke the embrace just enough to look into my eyes. She looked deep within me, somewhere inside my soul. I shivered at the power she held over me, once again transfixed by her stare. Slowly, tenderly, she pressed her full lips to mine. Her touch was incredible, sending instant waves of excitement through me. I wanted her tongue inside me but she was in no hurray. Gently, she covered my cheek with precious little kisses, stopping only to nip at my earlobes. I was on fire and felt hopelessly unable to do anything but accept her offerings.

A wicked smile formed on her mouth as she took my hand, turned and led me away from the dance floor. I followed like a love-struck puppy not knowing where she was taking me. We slipped past a previously unknown door, at least to me, down a long dark hallway and outside into the cool night air. A long black limousine with tinted windows was waiting for us -- it's driver anxiously hustling to open the back passenger door for us. She entered gracefully, pulling me in after her. The driver closed the door and hurried around to take his position at the wheel. It was very obvious, that my companion was in charge and not one to be taken lightly.

I was in shock to say the least. On one hand, I didn't want to ever leave this gorgeous creature. On the other, I was frightened by the suddenness of our departure, especially since I had no idea where we were going, or for that matter, who I was with. Still, I couldn't imagine being anywhere else in that moment or ever again. Something wonderful surely was going to happen tonight. I felt the car begin to move.

"Wh…wh…wh," I tried to speak, unable to get even a single word out.

"Shh…shh," she cooed softly. "It's okay baby, it's okay." 

"Who, who are you," I stammered. "And where are we going?"

She smiled a warm smile and pressed the back of her hand against my cheek. "My name is Megan, she purred. "Megan Summers. And who might you be, my precious baby girl?"

I swallowed hard, feeling her other hand stroking my thigh. "Sheyenne. I'm Sheyenne," I choked out.

"How pretty," she smiled. "And your last name?"

"Ba--Bayne," my voice cracked, betraying me. "I'm Sheyenne Bayne but all my friends simply call me Shey."

"Then Shey it is," she spoke softly. "Please call me Meg, or Megan as you prefer."

"Megan, is a very beautiful name," I replied. 

"Thanks, Shey," Megan offered. "Would you like a drink darling? What do you prefer?"

"Oh…hmmmm…," I hesitated, once again, caught off guard. "Whatever you're having Megan. That'll be fine."

"Easy to please, I see," Megan teased. "Champagne it is then." 

She pulled a chilled bottle of champagne from a silver ice bucket and popped the top. Cold bubbles shot up from the bottle soaking both of us. Megan attempted to take the cool liquid into her mouth without much success. She was wet but seemed oblivious to the mess. Excitedly, she pushed the bottle towards me, so that I might try to swallow some of the overflow. All that served to accomplish was to make me equally wet. Megan giggled naughtily. I followed suit, finally letting my guard down.

Megan poured two glasses of champagne and stuffed the bottle back into the ice. "What shall we drink to, Shey," Megan giggled. I sat silently, shaking my head, not knowing what to offer. "How about new beginnings," Meg smiled. "Here is to new beginnings." 

I raised my glass to hers. "To new beginnings," I smiled back, staring into her sparkling eyes. For the second time that night, I felt like I was on top of the world and I knew I never wanted this night to end.

After calming down, I was finally able to ask, "where are you taking me Megan."

"To my place baby," she bubbled. "I'm taking you back to my place."

With that, she leaned towards me and gave me the most passionate kiss of my life. This time I was able to savor her sweet offerings as our tongues danced. Her hands moved over my body the way the ocean laps at a beach. Her touch was light and graceful and full of tenderness. I couldn't get enough of her sensuous kisses. I smiled at the thought of what was to come. All to soon, the car had stopped and the door sprang open.

"That will be all for the evening, John," she spoke to the driver, slipping something into his hand.

"Thank you Ms. Summers," he replied warmly. "Have a good evening."

"Oh, I plan to John, believe me," she shot back over her shoulder as she led me to the door.

I was somewhat uneasy with the fact that a man had just seen me kissing another woman. Obviously, it had no effect on Megan. I hurried to keep pace as she pulled me towards the door.



New Beginnings Ch. 2



Closing the door behind her, Meg simply dropped everything, spilling her purse, keys and jacket on to the shiny hardwood floor. In one swift motion, she spun me around and pressed her soft sensuous lips to mine. Her lips burning like fire against my own. Arms limp, my possessions followed hers to the floor.

Passion seemed to well up and consume us. I was completely and utterly intoxicated. Meg's soft touch took hold of me at the waist. Slowly and without haste, she traced her hands up each side of my melting body. Little shock waves seemed to emanate from her fingertips. 

The slight pressure of Meg's touch conveyed her desires as if we had been doing this all of our lives. Intuitively I slid over and back, continuing our earlier tango. She moved up against me, pressing my back into the hardness of the door.

Our lips separated momentarily, just long enough for Meg's hungry eyes to read me. I was an open book begging to be devoured from cover to cover. God, I wanted her! It was obvious, she knew exactly what I needed, what I desired. Her hands moved up over my blushing cheeks, igniting my inner-flame even further. She seemed so strong and so soft, all at the same time.

Once again, Meg pressed her raging lips against mine. This time, her thigh followed, forcing its way against me. Taking her lead, I thrust my pelvis outwards, sensuously grinding into the firmness of her offered thigh. She slipped one hand away from my cheek, turned it and then lightly grazed my smoldering skin with the back of her hand. Slowly and deliberately, she traced her way down my neck, over my breast to my slender waist.

Our embrace grew tighter with each passing moment, Meg seeming to know my every need. Tugging my blouse up, her tender hand fluttered up over my tummy and made its way to my waiting breast. Rhythmically, I began to rock myself against her, sliding up and down her leg, feeling my dampness beginning to grow. God, she was amazing.

Meg's lips made their way to my ear, first blowing ever softly and then lightly nibbling on my lobe. Speaking for the first time since we entered the apartment, she whispered, "What do you want baby," instinctively knowing the answer. "Tell me hon," she cooed. "Tell Meg what you want."

"I want you Meg," I answered sheepishly.

"What do you want from me baby," she chided.

"I want you to..." I trailed.

"Yes, baby," Meg coaxed. "Come on baby," she commanded softly. "Tell Meg what you want her to do to you."

"Fu--Fu--ck m--me," I stammered almost inaudibly. "I want you to Fu --fu --ck me. Please Meg," I begged. "Fu-fu-ck me. Fuck me please."

"That's my darling," she purred, crushing her leg into me, forcing me to wrap my body around her, enticing me to hump her thigh even harder.

Meg cupped the underside of my breast, touching me like a piece of fine china. Her hand was warm against my skin, sending yet another wave of electricity throughout my body. She kissed me once more, this time holding nothing back as her velvety tongue slipped over my lips. Her kiss was long, deep and slow. I simply melted, lost in her resolve. 

Together, we found a sweet rhythm of motion, Meg pressing me and me mashing myself into her thigh. "Cum for me baby," she chided. "Make me happy."

Meg palmed my small, hard breast and began sprinkling kisses across my neck and shoulder. Her free hand found its way down to my curvaceous ass and pulled me even tighter. My emotions went into sensory over-drive, overwhelming me, causing me to grunt inaudibly. 

Gently, Meg began tweaking my nipple, alternately pulling and twisting. God, I was in heaven. A wave of energy seemed to rise up within me, heightening our frenzy. Now completely uninhibited I began grunting, "oh," with each delicious thrust. "Oh -- ohh -- ohhh -- ohhh," growing louder.

Like savage animals, our bodies consumed each other. We became one entity, glistening in a coat of amorous sweat. Meg seemed to be touching every part of my being, her hands in constant motion, her mouth like a delicate humming bird. 

Sensing exactly how close I was, Meg whispered softly, "Do it baby. Do it for me."

Almost instantly, a final electric surge bolted throughout my body, causing me to throw back my head and close my eyes. "Oh -- ohh -- ohhhhhhh," I chanted as I went over the edge, now no longer in control of myself.

"Yes," Meg purred. "Yes -- yess, my sweet darling."

My back pounded against the door as I clenched Meg in my wobbly arms. My legs forced a vice-like grip against her damp thigh and I choked out a final, "Oh --ohh -- ohhhhhh," as I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

Wave after wave of amazing pleasure swept over me for what seemed like forever. Holding on like I would never let go, I kept thrusting against her sweet leg. With a final peak of excitement, I thrust once more, discharging a final, "Ohhhhhhh," and began my dissent back to reality. The fall was soft and pleasing like a feather sailing down to earth. I enjoyed each enchanting moment as if it were my last.

"Baby, sweet baby," Meg purred over and over in her husky yet feminine voice. "Baby, sweet baby."

Meg hugged me tight before freeing herself from my quivering body, stealing her flame as she did so. Our eyes focused and then locked. We seemed to know exactly what the other was thinking. Without breaking the stare, she brushed the hair from my eyes and said lovingly, "Did you enjoy that hon," already knowing the answer to her own question.

"Yes-yes," I stammered. "Yes, Megan, I...I...I....."

"That's okay baby," Meg sighed. Gingerly, she kissed my cheek. "I know, I know," she said tenderly. 

With that, she turned away casually as if nothing had happened, leaving me a quaking mass of jelly, in a state of disbelief over what I just experienced.

"Would you like a drink baby," she called back, shedding her trail of champagne soaked clothes. "Anything you want, anything at all."

"Whatever you're having" I faltered. "Whatever you're having Megan is fine," I seemed to shout on my second try. 

Instantly, she was gone and I stood alone, fully clothed, more aroused than I had ever been in my obviously young life. A sense of embarrassment crept in, merging itself with the evident joy within my body. Wow, I thought to myself. Wow. I gathered up my belongings and crept cautiously into her handsome apartment.

My eyes focused and began scanning the elegant surrounding of Meg's gorgeous apartment. Fine art adorned each of the walls. Miniature statues were sprinkled generously throughout the room. Each piece seemed to fit perfectly, adding its own special warmth to the surroundings. She had an evident flair for decorating that shone through, both in color selection and placement. 

The glittering lights of the city drew me towards the full-length window that dominated the far side of the room. Still alone, I caught a glimpse of myself in the window's reflection -- hair slightly disheveled, blouse wet and ruffled, a tail hanging out. A sense of dread welled up within me thinking how frightful I must look. I rummaged through my purse, racing to fix myself up before Meg could come back. Quickly, I re-applied my lipstick and ran a brush through my thick tangled hair. Thank god, Meg seemed to be taking her time.

My heart seemed to be racing, my body filled with a nervous excitement. I took a couple of deep breaths to try and calm myself down. "I can do this," I whispered to myself. "I can do this. I'm a big girl."

"Enjoying the view," Meg called out, startling me back to reality. She carried a couple of glasses in her hand. "I hope you like brandy," she inquired. She looked exquisite in a pink coral stretch lace chemise with embellished pearl and sequin appliques. 

"Oh yes -- yes," I answered quietly, my mouth agape. "Brandy is fine."

"It's a lovely view don't you think," Meg stated, handing me a crystal glass.

"Ah -- lovely -- yes, it's fantastic Megan," I smiled, regaining my composure. "Simply fantastic. Your entire apartment is so beautiful." She really seemed to have me off balance.

"Thanks, Shey," Meg replied. My surroundings are a huge part of my life. I enjoy the challenge of turning my home into a cozy retreat. Would you like to see the view from outside," she inquired. 

"Sure," I nodded, as I sipped the brandy, its warmth making its way down my body, producing a slight shiver. 

Meg slid open the balcony door open, motioning me to proceed before her. The night was clear and bright, stars shining like a million sparkles in the sky. The moon full in its luminous glory. I moved toward the rail, scanning the spectacle of the city's dazzling light show. The wind sent a chill through me, causing me to fold my arms for warmth.

I felt Meg's soft hands move over my shoulders, closely followed by her breasts and body as she wrapped her arms around me. My nipples hardened with the coolness of the wind and the excitement of her touch. I closed my eyes and leaned back against her finally beginning to feel comfortable with my surroundings. 

Hugging me tighter, Meg's lips began to dance over the nape of my neck, causing my earlier arousal to return. I turned to her with yearning eyes, scared to speak for fear of chasing away the magic I was feeling. Meg's longing stare let me know I was not alone in the emotions that were whirling about me. "Come on inside baby," she implored. "Its chilly out here."

I tossed down another sip and followed obediently, feeling much more relaxed now. "I have something comfortable for you to wear in my room," Meg announced softly. "Why don't you freshen up dear. It's just down the hall and to the right." 

"That would be nice Megan," I replied, hiding that I had already attempted to spruce myself up. "Thanks." I swallowed another sip of brandy before setting my glass down, and proceeded along the hall. More fine art adorned the walls of the hallway and it dawned on me that each piece was of an erotic nature, all of it beautiful. Her room was large and inviting. This lady sure new how to pamper herself. A king-size four poster bed, with an ivory colored lace canopy, dominated the room. Matching mahogany furniture complimented the centerpiece and still more erotic art lent itself to the arousing feel of the room. 

I found an exquisite satin teddy with a matching robe waiting for me on the bed. It was emerald green and was obviously selected by Megan to contrast against my dark features. I quickly peeled off my blouse and slacks, engrossed in my breathtaking surroundings. Smiling to myself, I removed my panties and slipped on the teddy, feeling the wonderful coolness of the material against my skin. My nipples poked against the sleek material. I wrapped the matching half-length robe around myself and once again, felt an electrical current shoot through me. I felt like a kid in a candy store, innocent and wicked all at the same time. I freshened myself up, this time having enough time to apply eye shadow as well as more lipstick. Stealing a last glance into her mirror, a sinful smile curled upon my lips as I imagined the carnal treats in-store for me.

"You're lovely, baby," Meg marveled as I emerged before her. She was sitting on her blue pastel sofa, which contrasted, nicely against her chemise. Patting the soft leather, she invited me to sit next to her. The sofa seemed to swallow me up as I lowered myself into it. 

"Closer baby', she cooed. "I won't bite. Not yet anyway, she smiled naughtily." I wiggled myself tighter against her, our naked legs touching. "That's better baby."

Meg took my hand in hers and raised it to her lips. Softly, she kissed the back of my hand, lingering slightly. "You're beautiful Sheyenne," she beamed. "Simply beautiful."

Blushing, I returned the compliment with equal sincerity. 

I cuddled up against Megan's perfect form, gathered up in her embrace. Eventually, I slipped my head down to her lap as she stroked my hair and we simply talked. The night seemed to drift away. The conversation flowed easily as if we had known each other all our lives. I became totally and utterly intoxicated, both by the champagne and by Megan. It felt like a fairy tale coming to life and I never wanted it to end. 



New Beginnings, New Tastes



Alone in a new job, new town, new everything. The old was left behind and it was time to have a new beginning. I was happy to be here and the job was wonderful. It was now my 5th month at the company and I began to fit in very well. Of course, I knew how to play the game. Kiss up to those who needed to be kissed up to in a sincere way that really went unnoticed by my coworkers. Maybe it was a gift in a way, to be able to get along with many people and still do a respectable job. That was me, full of life and laughter but seriousness when needed. But now, it seems that the seriousness needed to be let down a bit. Perhaps it was time to go out and see what the city had to offer.

I had been out with friends before and new some of the local "hot" spots literally. A few times coworkers would gather after work for a little flirt and drinks at a local dance club and I usually went with them but just watched. After all they were couples and I was single. Watching, I admit made pussy throb with want and drip with hot juice but left it at that. I would see myself home in my turned on state, grab my 10 inch thick play cock and fuck myself until I was thoroughly satisfied. I was used to this now after leaving my boyfriend of three years about 6 months before I moved to this new city. We parted ways on good terms but I missed being fucked on a regular basis. (That is a whole book of stories that I might share one day, but not now) 

It was a Friday night and I was feeling a bit on the hot side and decided to ask friends to go to the hang out. No one was available; all seemed to have other plans. One couple out for the weekend away from kids, another celebrating a friends 30th birthday and yet another expecting thes for a weekend visit.

No matter I thought to myself, I worked a long good week and was entitled to a night out to have a beer or two.

I got dressed in my favorite outfit, a bit on the revealing side but that suited my mind frame. I am not a small lady be look good in the right clothes. That night the right clothes were a short black skirt, silky black nylons, glossy 2 ½ heels topped with a black jacket trimmed in red and one button below my breasts to reveal my sheer black lace bra and beautiful cleavage. My body is of a medium build with an exceptionally large chest. My breasts are a size H-I cup. All natural and all wonderfully pleasurable that I enjoy showing off to many men who wish to look. I took my bra off for a moment and toyed with my nipples pinching them teasingly and hard. (I love my breasts because I am lucky. When I am hot and aching for sexual attention I am able to suck my own tits. Yes, that's what I said. I can raise them to my mouth and run my tongue along each nipple, flick it and then suck them. A bit of extra pleasure that a lot of women can't have) After getting my pussy energized by playing with my tits it was time to finish getting ready and head downtown.

I arrived at around 9pm and found a seat at the bar. I rested my chest on the bar and proudly showed the bartender what I had. The guy next to me seemed to agree with the bar tender.. "Fabulous tits, lady." I smiled and said thank you while he paid for my beer. The thought of him buying my beer because of my "assets" made my pussy start to tingle a bit more and in appreciation of his generosity I leaned over towards him and gave him my full attention. Every now and then I would slide my hand down inside my jacket and pinch my nipples while he watched...teasing is such a good game sometimes.

Jason, his name, and I made general small talk for a while and he got up to leave gave me his phone number and asked me to call him. I promised I would and I took his hand and guided him into my jacket to touch my tits for a moment before he left. After a moan he said goodbye in a heavy voice and walked away. Then I was fully primed and ready to watch the hot couple I had seen earlier that night. I turned at the bar so I could keep them in view not caring if I made eye contact with them or not. 

I was completely captivated with them. I guessed them to be about the same age as I and very hot and sexy, both of them. I sipped my beer as I could see their tongues teasing each others lips, ears and necks. I was fortunate enough to see the hands at work under the table as well...her sweet long legs were spread far apart while his hand slipped into her glistening pussy. No panties...I almost stopped breathing. Without noticing, my own legs spread further as I took in the sights of him finger fucking her pussy right there in the bar. I could only imagine what that would feel like...fingers on her clit and into her pussy..wanted it to be mine. She in turn fondled his cock and they exchanged deep hot kisses. 

My eyes left them as I shifted back in my seat and chatted with the bartender. He made a comment on what was going on at the table and I just smiled and licked my lips. "Let me buy the next round for them, ok?" He gladly obliged and took a set of drinks to their table. Within a moment of his return, she welcomed me to their table.

"Hello, My name's Jinna. Thanks for the drink. That was awful nice of you."

"Oh, you're welcome. It just seemed you two were enjoying the time out and I wanted to let you know that I think it's great."

" Care to join us? "

"Yeah, I'd love to. Beats sitting here alone for the night."

"Great, Come on over."

I followed her to the table and she introduced me to Shawn. I told them my name was Randie and we began to talk. As we talked and drank I watch both of them look at my chest. I gave them every opportunity to enjoy the view and leaned forward when I answered a question. Sometimes they would kiss and I would let out a little sigh of pleasure..letting them know that it made me wet watching them savor each other. 

At one point Shawn got up and Jinna moved closer to me. "You have a beautiful chest. You are lucky. I wish I had them. "

"I think your look just fine."

"Do you? " She grabbed her tits in front of me and continued, "They're small compared to yours."

"Well, mine are very big, bigger than most. But your are very nice." I reached up and casually touched them over her blouse. "Look at those nipples of yours. Bet they drive him crazy. Mmmm, so nice and hard."

"Yeah he loves my tits, but I think he wants to see yours. They really look great"

"Do you want to see them too?" I said as I began to fondle my tits in front of her. My free hand fell to her silky thigh. She moaned and pinched her nipples while licking her lips and I gently slid my hand closer to her pussy. I wanted to know how wet she was and when she moved her thighs apart I knew that she wanted me to explore that hot little pussy of hers. I slowly worked my fingers into her dripping pussy. So drenched with fuck juice, ready and willing to be fucked by my fingers. "Mmmm, he's a lucky man to be able to fuck your sweet little pussy" I whispered as I pumped two fingers deep into her hot hole. 

Sensing she was close to cumming I pulled my fingers slowly out of her pussy and licked her fuck juice off of them. "Sweet taste...so very sweet." My pussy was aching from the attention I was giving her I thought I was going to cum myself. 

Shawn came back to the table after paying the tab and said they had to leave.

"I should be going to."

"Do you need a lift? We have a driver for the weekend, can we take you somewhere?"

"Well, yea, thanks that would be nice if it's no trouble."

Jinna chimed in right away, "Oh, not any trouble at all."

With that we took our things and headed towards the car.

The driver opened the door and motioned to Jinna to get in and I gazed at her sexy legs as she settled into the car. Shawn asked me to get in and I did so willingly while he followed me and closed the door. Within a moment we were off .

"If your not in a hurry, I asked the driver to take around the lake outside of town. We don't have to pay for the car and thought we'd take advantage of it," Shawn said with a laugh. 

"Why not, I am in no hurry to get home. Thanks for the invite."

"No problem." he smiled.

We talked and had wine while we enjoyed the drive. Shawn said something that I didn't quite catch and leaned over me to take Jinna's mouth into a searing kiss. At the end of their hot kiss he breathlessly apologized for leaning over me to kiss Jinna. I looked at both of them and said it was my pleasure and not a problem to watch them. I encouraged them for more and settled back into the seat. 

During their next kiss I caressed both of them running my fingers through their hair and explored their bodies as much as I could. Instinctively I raised my tits to their faces grinding them against their devouring kiss and spread my legs. I wanted to fuck both of them and be fucked by them however they chose. It was time for my hungry hot pussy to be pleasured by both of them.

As I spread my legs apart Shawn and Jinna each wrapped their legs around mine and began to ride my things. I could feel wet pussy on one and hard cock on the other, something that drove me insane. They broke their kiss and skillfully unbuttoned my jacket, removed my bra and began to suck both of my tits.

Their hungry mouths sucked my nipples hard as they continued to fuck themselves on my thighs. I had to, needed to touch them both. One hand on her hot pussy and the other wrapped around his hard cock.

I maneuvered so that I could reach them and they gladly let me play. Jinna reached over and took Shawn's pants down while he pulled my nylons and panties off. I circled my hand around his rock hard cock and started to stroke it. At the same time I drove my fingers into her fuck hungry pussy and she began to slam her pussy onto my fingers. I leaned over and took her tit into my mouth and sucked wildly as she fucked herself on my finger.....

In all the frenzy they knew my pussy was hot and wet and wanting so together they began to explore.

Two sets of fingers...hers and his both entering deep one at a time then both together. He played with my clit and she fucked my pussy. She rubbed my clit and he fucked my pussy. I could hardly take it so close to cumming but not wanting to. We were so into the threesome fuck routine that no one wanted to cum but I was pushed over the edge. 

In amidst the fucking and sucking and three way kissing Jinna a Shawn found my ass. Without words and knowing each other well, they began to work on me. Fucking my pussy with his, hers and both fingers then tracing the pussy juice to my hot ass hole which was hungry for a fuck as well. Jinna concentrated her fingers on my pussy while Shawn's big fingers circled my ass hole and then found the way inside. I moaned with incredible pleasure. 

With that we managed to change positions. I desperately wanted to lick her clit and fuck her pussy with my tongue as I was cumming. With her pussy on my face, both hands on her hips, I wildly fucked her pussy with my mouth and she fucked my pussy with her fingers while she sucked Shawn's cock and he fucked my ass. All at once we came...all three at the same time. I sucked Jinna's cum and lapped for more and she swallowed part of Shawn's load while he spread the rest on my tits and I came very hard.

We rested for a bit and got reorganized then enjoyed the rest of the wine on the drive home. We talked and made future plans and would spend the weekend together in many ways.