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Don't Call ME...

By: Smokey125



SS40: "Don't Call Me..."



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Another story type and category first for me: as this doesn't really fit anywhere else—it's lesbian-themed (surprise, surprise), but not technically sex—it's going under Masturbation.

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December 9th, 4:58 p.m.

Susan Emilia Day was about to close another mindshatteringly exciting day of work at the corporate office of Seven Seas Systems, the multipurpose company which had been kind enough to put her under its employ beginning three years ago. She shut off her computer, collected her stuff and circumnavigated the office to carry out her short ritual of goodbyes to everyone like so many days before. If there was a friendlier person in the office, Susan hadn't met him or her yet.

"Bye, Andrea!" she called to Andrea Richards, a marketing rep who had seniority over just about everyone in the office. "Give Christian and the kids a hug and kiss for me!"

"Will do, Suse," Andrea replied. "G'night."

"See ya, Drew!" Susan called to Drew McAdams, a review coordinator who had come onboard two years ago. "Take care!"

"Sweet dreams, babe," waved Drew. "Catch you tomorrow."

"Cheers, Terri!" she called to Terri Finklestein, a department manager who'd been around a bit longer than Susan. "Love ya!"

"Later on, Susan," Terri sent her off with a wink-click-point-shoot. "Have a good one."

Susan next knocked on the cubicle wall of Patricia Dimberg, a deaf data entry clerk hired relatively recently, and her ASL interpreter Jeanine Peddington, who had informed everyone that her friend preferred Patty for short. Jeanine turned to see her, and manually told Patty that Susan had appeared behind her. Patty turned to see her, almost a bit frazzled, it seemed.

"Hi, Patty!" Susan waved. "Are you liking it here so far?"

Jeanine translated, and Patricia responded.

"She says yes. Everyone's been super nice, and she's really happy."

"Aw, that's awesome," Susan said, prompting Jeanine to sign again. "Well, I've gotta get going, so you two take it easy now!"

Patty signed back to Jeanine.

"She says she's very very glad you stopped by, and hopes you have a nice night..."

Patty gave her the last sign.

"...And she really loves you."

Reading her friend's lips, Patty suddenly shook her head, gave Jeanine a light tap on the wrist and signed again.

"Oh, I'm sorry, Susan. She says she really likes you."

"Oh, gosh, well...okay, thanks, bye!" Susan continued on her way out.

"¡Adios, Maria!" she called to Maria Figueroa, a bilingual secretary with her first year under her belt. "¡Hasta luego!"

"Mañana, chica," bade Maria. "Buenas noches."

Susan slung her purse into the passenger seat of her car, driving home as normal, singing and rapping the steering wheel in rhythm with the radio. The work part of her job was acceptable enough, but the real reason she was here was her colleagues. She loved them. She really was just about the friendliest individual on Earth, and had what had become a semi-special relationship with just about all her workmates, in one way or another. What was more, she knew lots of people both inside and outside of work. She was extra personable—very good with names and faces.

She'd turned 26 a few months before. She lived together roomying with her 22-year-old sister Jess. Well, "roomying with" may have been a bit of a stretch. "Taking care of" would more accurately describe their dwelling situation. Jess had grown tired of living with their folks, and crashing under Susan's apartment roof was pretty much her only option. It was smaller than their parents' house, but Jess didn't mind that, now having freer rein with just her sibling, even if the salary of her lucrative mall career at Mrs. Fields Cookies enabled her to only contribute about a sixth of the total rent—in her financially responsible moods, a fifth. Jess was lethargic, and Susan had trouble getting her to pull her weight around the apartment, but she was not without her charms. While she could be quite the advantage-taker when it came to her only sibling, Jess would be the first to agree how lucky she was to have Susan as a sister and caretaker, who didn't overly mind putting food on the table for the both of them.

Susan stopped on the way home to do some grocery shopping. She pushed her way inside the door to see Jess lying on the couch, watching television, grazing on a bag of cheese curls. The bag sat with the remote side by side on her chest.

"Hi sis," called Susan, grocery bags in hands.

"Yo," Jess muttered, mouth full of crunched up cheese puff.

"What'cha watchin'? Anything good?"

Jess switched channels. "Nope, just surfin'."

Susan put the groceries away, then traversed the hall and living room, picking up Jess' clothes from the floor. She stopped in between the couch and TV where a small pile of them lay.

"Susie, you're kinda blocking the TV, babe," Jess complained.

Susan turned around and stared at her a moment. As much as she loved her sister, and as okay as she was with looking after her, sometimes she could be just the smallest thorn in the tushie.

"Oh, I am sooooo sorry..." Susan apologized sardonically, "...That doing your laundry is so disturbing to your entertainment."

Her kid sister did not pick up on the sarcasm, or the hint.

"No problem, don't worry about it; just scoot so I can see the screen," Jess thumb-pointed her away.

Speaking of entertainment, now and then Susan entertained considerations of kicking Jess out on her butt, but she couldn't do that; their parents would never let her hear the end of it. Besides, they were sisters. They loved each other. Jess was a little annoying, and a bit of a freeloader, but she was also a sweetie. A familial sweetie. Jess was off work tonight, which was fine, but occasionally in the evenings when she headed off for the mall, Susan took a little relief in having her home entirely to herself.

Susan tossed her sister's less than fresh threads in the laundry and also started the dishwasher. It was very nice to sit down, kick back and let the machines take over the work. What was even nicer was that her monthly rent included the water. A couple of hours later, she whipped them up some penne pasta salad for dinner.

"Jess! Dinner's ready, hon!" she called from the kitchen, slapping some pasta on her plate. "Come and get it!"

There may not have been a multitude of reasons for Jess to leave the ridiculously comfy couch, even for just a moment, but dinner was one of them. As they crossed paths and Jess entered the kitchen, Susan took advantage of the absence and plopped on the sofa herself, seizing the remote and flipping to her program of choice.

Jess reentered the living room as Susan's show was starting.

"Oh, geez, you're watching New Girl?" Jess uttered.

"Um, duh!" laughed Susan.

"God," Jess groaned, sitting down. "Do you any friggin' idea how much ribbing I've taken 'cause of this show?"

"SO totally exaggerating..."

"Oh really??" Jess began impersonating viewers of the show who found it cute to kid her about it.

"'Wow, your name is Jessica Day?? No kidding! You don't look anything like her! Har-dee-har-har-har!'" She returned to her normal voice. "Yeah, no Schmidt! I mean, what the hell?! I am nothing like her! We're complete opposites in every way! She's brunette, I'm blonde, she's a nerd, I'm cool, she's straight, I'm gay, she's got a smokin' hot model friend, I've got...you..."

Susan chose to ignore that remark, instead picking up the remote and turning on the closed captioning.

"Hey, why don't you just get married? That'll solve both of our problems."

"What?"

"Nothing."

The evening progressed more or less as normal for the Day sisses. After New Girl, they found something else to watch, Susan put the clean dishes away, replaced them with the dirty dishes, checked her E-mail, changed into her pajamas, made the bed, brushed, flossed, combed her hair, applied her facial cream and fluffed her pillows, readying herself for sleepy-time.

"Jess, don't stay up too late, honey," she called back out to the living room.

"IIII woooon't..." Jess exasperatedly called back in a sing-songy voice.

"...Mom," she added under her breath once Susan was out of earshot.

Susan pushed her bedroom door all the way without shutting it and began fluffing her pillows. Her teddy bear and eyeshades occupied their reserved spots on the nightstand before they would join her in bed.

The phone rang.

Susan looked at the clock.

"What the...it's almost 11:00, for Heaven's sake. Who is calling this late?" She picked up her bedroom extension. "Hello?"

She did not understand the first thing she heard. It sounded like just...breathing.

"Hello?" she repeated.

The breathing loudened.

What, the, heck? she thought.

"Okay, you get one more hello, and then that's it," she announced. "HELLO??"

At this, Susan finally heard a soft, raspy female voice.

"Hi there, sexy thing."

Susan made a strange face.

"'Sexy thing'?? Who is this?"

"The girl of your dreams, sweet baby."

"Ehhhhhh...xcuse me?"

"You heard me, honey."

"Um...yeah," said a befuddled Susan. "Well, listen, honey, even if I had the faintest clue who you are or what's going on here, there'd still be about a dozen things wrong with this, so...however you got my number, I'll kindly thank you not to use it again."

The breathing resumed.

"Hello? Did you hear me?"

All that Susan heard next was a soft moan, followed by—

"Come on, sex toy, you know you wanna get naked with me."

Whoa!

"Yeah, okay, I'm gonna say BYE now." Click.

Jess was still catching waves on the cathode ray when Susan marched back out into the living room.

"Where's the cordless phone??" Susan demanded to know.

"What?..." Jess turned, whipping her head in Susan's direction, a little startled by her sharp grilling. "I...I dunno. Call it."

Susan eventually located the cordless and scrutinized the caller ID readout.

12/9 10:54 p: UNAVAILABLE

 Susan blew out her breath. Figures. She probably star-67'd me.

"'S the matter?" asked Jess.

Susan sighed. "Ohhh...something really weird just happened to me."

"Oh." Curiosity satisfied, Jess returned to the TV.

Not knowing what else to do for the moment, Susan returned to her room. This was no dream, and she wasn't bored enough for her mind to create this kind of escapade for trivial amusement. But whatever the case, she did have to get up early the next morning. Maybe Jess had the right idea. Maybe she should just turn on the tube herself and let it put her down for the night.



Don't Call Me Babe



She sat on the other side of the couch, her face crumpled with distain as she stared at him. Her mind was a blur of emotion as she watched him pay more attention to the football game on the television screen than he did her. She sighed, though he ever noticed her unease. It wasn't even that she was upset at him wanting to watch the game. She was frustrated that he was no longer actively engaging with her. A month ago, she would've sat down on the couch just to have him pull her into his lap. He may have been watching the game and she may have been scrolling through facebook on her phone, but they would've been connected.

She got up and huffed, she knew what the problem was, but she didn't know how she could fix it. Claiming that he didn't pay attention to her anymore would not only start an argument, but it would be a lie. She knew that he still felt for her. Things had just gotten a little stale lately as they adjusted into a more constant phase of their relationship. 

The thought brought a grimace to her face as she got up and walked into the kitchen. The honeymoon stage of their relationship was definitely over. Granted, it was nice having that comfortable, seemingly limitless love that came with having someone accept you for who you are, but then again, that fire that originally been there seemed to be cooling. Again, she fought with what to do with the conundrum. 

"Grab me a beer while you're in there, babe?" he yelled from the other room. He asked kindly, his voice far from the demeaning, disrespectful tone that a lot of women had to deal with, but she still found herself infuriated. 

Babe. The word alone made her skin crawl. It wasn't a term of endearment. It wasn't a cute little pet name. It was just babe. It was what every other average male on the face of the planet called his significant other and she felt rage wash over her, heating her skin as a scowl scrunched her face. He could call her baby, he could call her sweetheart. Hell, he could call her pooky for all she cared, but never babe. She wouldn't allow them to dissolve into the ordinary. She wouldn't allow that flame that had heated their hearts and bedroom to sizzle down. 

She stormed out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. Her boyfriend felt the wake of her fury and sprang up from the couch instantly afraid of what he had done to enrage her so. He caught up to find the bedroom door closed and locked. Fear tingled up within his belly. What could she possibly be mad at?

"Sweetie?" he called out hesitatingly. He could hear the dresser drawers slamming and her muffled grunts from behind the door. "Babe, what's going on? Tell me what's wrong, please?" 

There was that word again. She growled at the sound of its tauntingly average portrayal of their affection. She vowed to give him reason to never use that word again. Shedding her jeans and t-shirt, she replaced her everyday underwear with lingerie. To be specific, a lacy black bra and a matching g string that went with it. On a whim, she pulled a translucent black blouse from her closet and bothered with only the bottom three buttons. A quick glance in the mirror confirmed that all her assets her on display with the blouse being a tease at complete nakedness. 

She opened the door with her fierce expression still on display. She heard his breath hitch, saw his eyes go wide and frantically take in every detail. Reaching back, she grabbed hold of the clasp holding her long brown trusses and pulled, yanking the locks free to tumble over her back and shoulders. The scowl returned as she recognized the look in his face. She saw lust but she desired the look of need in those eyes of his. 

"Damn, baby," he coughed. "I don't know what's gotten into you, but I approve." 

She cocked an eyebrow and a sinister smile played along her lips. He said baby. "No touching," she commanded as she pushed him back down the hallway and into the living room. "You're going to do as I say and do it immediately without complaints."

"Of course," he complied. Although he didn't like the idea of not being able to touch, he noted the sheer determination in her eyes and thought better than to argue. "Anything you want, babe." 

She shuddered in disgust, an uncomfortable shiver running down her spine. Grabbing a chair from the dining room table, she ordered him to sit. He sat and watched as she turned the tv off and walked into the kitchen to start rummaging through the drawers. With a purr of delight, she padded back into the living room where he sat with a roll of yellowing packing tape in her hand. 

Her voice was heated as she ordered him to strip. He did so, but all the while nervously eyeing the roll of tape she toyed with in her hands. Sitting back down he looked up at her expectantly, his nude form now on display for her. 

"What now?" he tentatively asked.

She bit her lip and sauntered over to the chair. She eased onto his lap, straddling his legs and allowing him to enjoy the heat of her core along his bared manhood. "I'm angry, honey," she purred, reveling in the anxious look that played over his face. The sweetness in her voice did anything but mirror the fury that edged along her face. "So we're going to play a little game. You get to sit real still and deal with it while I release all my frustrations. If you move, you'll be punished. If you touch, you'll be punished."

Her lips were so close to his and oh so distracting. They had never played a game like this before, she'd never even hinted at enjoying the whole submission thing, so it caught him a little off guard. As surprised as he may be, he welcomed the variation. Aside from the intense desire to kiss her, he could only feel anticipation for all the wonderful things to come. The sound of tape being stretched and ripped from the roll caused him to smile despite his worry. 

"And talking," she paused to lightly lick his lips, ensuring that the removal of the tape wouldn't hurt the sensitive skin too bad, "is simply not allowed." She secured the tape across his mouth and smiled as he whimpered. The kiss he so badly wanted would just have to wait. 

A muffled growl tried to escape through his taped mouth as she quickly got up off his lap. She circled around the chair and watched as he grabbed the back of the seat, his knuckles already going white with under the restraint he struggled to show. It would be so easy for him to just get up and take her. Nothing was there to make his stay put but her instruction. 

"You're such a good boy," she cooed as she circled around to the back of the chair. She rubbed her hands along his shoulders and marveled in the broadness and strength of his chest. A wicked smile played her lips as she withdrew from him and ripped another length of tape. "I'm going to help you stay that way. I'm going to help you follow the rules, honey." 

Another muffled growl leaked through the bondage across his lips as he felt her warm hands secure his wrists to the back of the chair. Each of his hands were taped to a chair leg and she smiled, knowing that the tape would ruin the varnish on the wood. It would be worth it. The missing streaks of the mahogany finish would only be another reminder of what happened when she doesn't have her way. 

She sat back and watched as in her absence, he searched for her. His head tilted from side to side making her smile. He leaned over too far and froze as the sound of the tape peeling back from his movements echoed in the silence. The sound itself was a warning to the fact that escape would be easy if he needed it. She wanted to toy with him, to torture him with teases, but she didn't want to force him. When the undoing of the tape had become audible, he was quick to straighten up and avoid any other movements. The action was pure satisfaction causing her to purr with lust as her hands returned to him and she took her place behind him. 

"Such a good boy," she complimented as one hand stroked down his chest and the other tangled fingers into his hair. Her voice was a warm, sultry presence in his ear as she spoke. She licked the outer rim of his ear and gave a quick kiss just behind it. "Do you want to play with me?"

He moaned his approval, almost desperate to convince her that he'd go along with anything she asked of him. It was so refreshing to avoid all the worry that went along with being the initiator. He didn't have to spend an hour gaging her mood or trying to decide the best way to ease into a more romantic moment. If she wanted to drive than he was more than willing to hand over the reins. 

"Do you want to touch me yet?" she asked. 

His eyelids fluttered shut as her tongue glided hot and wet across his neck. He already knew that following the rules was going to be hard but he had a feeling it was going to be worth it. He nodded gently, careful not to break contact with her mouth. 

"Do you want to kiss me yet?" 

That question hit home. Before he could censor his reaction, he moaned and frantically nodded. He wanted to devour her. He could play the no touching game. He could even avoid talking. But giving up the most simple of gestures between lovers? That was almost too much to ask for. How was he supposed to relay any of his feelings if he couldn't use his mouth? 

Her hands slid over his body as she slithered into his lap. Her thighs nestled on top of his and as she noted the proud erection he was already sporting. Thinking about how merciless all the teasing was going to be for him brought a smile to her face. Things had only just begun and he was already excited. 

"It that why you've kept me around?" she asked playfully, torturing him with the heat from her center. Eyes that had been eager to take in every inch of her broke their gaze to meet hers. He shook his head and gave a little disapproving moan. She merely laughed and knowingly twisted words he hadn't had the chance to say. "My lips aren't enough for you then?" 

His brow creased and he struggled to think of a way to convey feelings to her without words. Of course her lips were enough for him. He could spend hours worshiping the lush red temptation of her mouth, but he actually loved her. He could claim that her lips had been the feature that had initially caught his eye, but there were countless reasons that he'd need her by his side. 

An understanding smile slide across her face and she used her thumb to straighten the signs of worry from his brow. She pouted at him, almost mocking the frustration she was causing to rise up within him. "I know, baby. Not being able to talk is hard, and maybe if you said the right things I wouldn't have to bind this naughty little mouth of yours." Confusion broke out upon his face like a fever, but she merely laughed. "That's right, lover. If you kept better control over the words you say than maybe this wouldn't have to happen." 

He watched as her mouth frowned, but her eyes sparkled. He wasn't sure how much of this was exaggeration and how much was truth, but it was clear that something he had done had initiated the circumstanced he was in now. What could it be though? 

His thoughts were stolen from him as she started to move. She stood slightly and adjusted her legs so her weight rested on one of his thighs. The heat from her core seeped over the skin on his left leg as if it were a balm and its warmth ushered a moan from him. Her hands rose to rest on his shoulders and a determined look settled across her delicate face. 

"I'm so wound up, baby, I think I need to just let loose." Her hands traveled across his shoulders and laced themselves behind his neck and she began to grind her sex against his thigh. 

Had his mouth been available for use, he would have gasped. The second she started moving he cemented his eyes to the sight of her pretty little pussy covered in black lace and grinding against his leg. They had sex with the lights off. She blushed when he caught her undressing. This was a brand new side to her and he didn't know how to deal with it. She was using him. 

Her movements started slow, deliberately easing him into the idea of him literally being her fuck toy. She ground up, pushing her breasts forward. She ground herself back an inch or two, almost wincing as his skin provided such tantalizing friction against her clit. Back and forth, back and forth, then at the third stroke, she'd circle her hips against his leg. He watched helplessly through three sets before he dared look up into her eyes. 

She could only laugh. He looked like puppy watching another dog get the bone. His eyes followed her every movement flickering through lust, despair, and sheer amazement. She was looking for need though. She had always been able to make him horny, always been able to stir a craving for her skin within him. Surely he was amazed that she was acting so brazen and forward, but the despair? Perhaps he needed more stimulation. 

She ran a hand through her hair and moaned as her speed increased. This was not the kind of lap dance he thought he could handle. He wanted her. The hand fell from her neck and dripped between her breasts. If only he could replace her hand with his face. Her hand went to the buttons and slowly toyed with each of them before even starting to undo the first. "Dammit, hurry up!" he thought. He would've torn the sheer tease from her skin in seconds, mumbling some promise of buying her a new one later. 

The blouse released, she slid it down off her shoulder but kept the fabric pooled up at her elbows. This only fueled his temptation. He watched intently and let loose a pained moan as she licked her lips. The whine only brought her laughter as she picked up the pace once more and fervently ground against his leg. She was enjoying herself. 

He was started by her growl and sudden pause is movement. He knew though, knew that she was missing some critical friction required to really cum. Looking at the hope that danced across his eyes, she merely shook her head. He whined once more, knowing that given the chance, he could help. He could grab hold of her ass and help her grind against him. He could latch on to a nipple and suck while she bucked herself to orgasm, but no. She was angry apparently and dead set on torturing the life out of him. 

A short snapping sound yanked his attention from her sexy smirk. He looked down to see was literally ripping the g string off her body. His head fell to one side with a groan. What in the hell had gotten into her? She was panting, her face beginning to flush as she tore the cursed garment from her body and brought it to his nose. He barely had enough time to take a whiff before she tossed it aside and continued her movements against him. 

She was moaning now, little whines and hums escaping her lips as she rode faster. She grabbed her breast and squeezed the flesh from within its lace confinement. The action brought a hint at her rose colored nipple into view and his internal struggle turned into a war. He could break through the tape easily and pound into her or he could continue watching like a good little boy until she decided to let him go. With a growl, he decided on the latter. She did mention punishment and he didn't want to risk a sentence of celibacy. 

He watched, unknowingly holding his breath as one particular buck held more force than the past few and she froze. Her brow scrunched but that low, tortured moan of hers could only mean one thing. His confirmation was a new found slickness against his leg and her shaking body. She fell against his chest while she rode out the aftershocks of her orgasm. He couldn't remember ever seeing something so beautiful and was suddenly overwhelmed with thanks at the opportunity he'd been given; the chance to see her experience such pure bliss without his own climax forcing his attention from her. 

She started humming, kissing up his neck and along his jaw line. When she reached his mouth, she kissed him hard over the tape, stamping her lips fruitlessly against his. She licked his lips over the tape, the hint at her warmth and taste, causing him to groan. He was overwhelmed with lust, seeking out her touch. Once more she laughed at his resemblance to a puppy. He leaned into her touch, desperate for any contact he could get, like a puppy in need of a good belly rub. 

With one hand she held the base of his neck, her thumb gently stroking against his windpipe. Her other hand rose to peel away the tape. She licked and kissed the newly exposed skin as she slowly peeled back the tape. He struggled beneath her, forcing her hand harder against his neck while she removed the rest of the tape. The moment lips touched lips, he frantically kissed her, moaning as the hardest of his denials was finally available to him. 

Gently, she stood and took her lips with her. He pouted and whined, but she only laughed. She made a show of tucking her breasts back into her bra and hiding her precious morsel from him once more. Looking down at him, his leg covered in her juices and his worried expression, she couldn't help but smile. 

"Don't ever call me babe" she commanded before swaying her hips down the hall and into the bedroom. 

He quickly pushed past confusion and embraced her order as he watched her bare ass pass through the doorway. Briefly, he looked down at his restraints. Was he allowed to get up now or was he supposed to stay put? Her voice broke his internal debate. "Aren't you coming?" she purred from their bedroom doorway. 

"Oh, hell yes, baby!" He ripped through the tape and ran down the hall. Football could wait.



Don't Call Me Daughter



I suppose some of you, after you read my story, will think I'm some kind of monster, a pervert for the way I successfully seduced my own daughter.

But, you know what? I really don't give a shit.

I am balls-deep in the hottest, creamiest cunt I've ever had the pleasure of sticking my dick into, plus I have the satisfaction of knowing that every time I fuck my daughter, I'm sticking it to my ex-wife.

Of course, she'd have us both arrested if she learned what's going on, but there isn't much chance of that happening. As far as anyone here knows, I'm just putting my daughter up while she goes to college, and Lorrie's certainly not going to tell her mom what's going on.

For one thing, she loves me and the fucking she gets from me, and for another, she and Estelle – my ex – have had a testy relationship for a long time, all the more so after she told her mom she wanted to attend college here and live with me.

Truth is, I've never really thought of Lorrie as my daughter. Lorrie – that's short for Lorraine – hasn't been a regular part of my life since Estelle and I broke up 11 years ago. And even before that, I wasn't much of a father to her.

It's a very long story, but my ex ended up with full custody of our daughter, and after the divorce she moved with Lorrie back to her hometown in another state, some 500 miles from where I was living at the time.

The only times I saw my daughter – without Estelle hovering over us – was four days over the Christmas holidays and three weeks in the summer every year. Of course, we talked a lot on the telephone, but those conversations were more friend-to-friend than father-to-daughter.

And even when Lorrie was here to visit, I'd act more as her friend than her father. Lord knows, she needed a friend. Estelle was the mother from hell, and she rode poor Lorrie like a rented mule throughout her teen years, to the point where Lorrie finally rebelled.

At the risk of sounding like a pedophile, I've known since she was a small child that Lorrie had a certain sensuality, a certain innate sex appeal about her. My ex-wife would argue the point, but I think she got the best of both of us. She got Estelle's looks and my personality.

At one time, my ex-wife was a fun-loving beauty, with dark hair, dusky complexion, blue eyes, a nearly perfect body and a totally healthy appetite for sex.

We met at the university, and we threw off sparks right from the get-go. Not long after I graduated from college, when I was 22, we married. We'd been together for a little over a year, and I figured it would last forever.

I'm not sure when things started to turn sour. Over the first three years of our marriage, we both worked, but we still had a vigorous sex life, still had a lot of fun, although there were times when Estelle could be a little bitchy.

But I just chalked that up to female hormones, and left it at that.

Things changed noticeably, though, after Lorrie was born. Estelle was in heat the whole time she was pregnant, but after the birth, it was like turning off a faucet. It had been a painful delivery, then Estelle had severe post-partum depression.

And, of course, I didn't help matters by going out with my best friend afterwards to celebrate Lorrie's birth by getting riotously drunk.

Once she got over the baby blues, Estelle's whole attitude toward sex changed. Where before, we rarely let a day go by without fucking, suddenly weeks went by where she would hardly let me touch her.

On top of that, I was having to work extra-long and extra-hard because Estelle absolutely refused to go back to work. She wanted to be a stay-at-home mom, and we just couldn't afford it.

I harbored my resentments for six years, during which time I drank a lot (which made matters worse) and we argued constantly.

But what really made things worse was after Estelle did finally go back to work, when Lorrie was 4. About six months after she returned to work, a co-worker gave her some religious pamphlet and invited her to some sort of revival.

You can guess where this is heading. Estelle got the fever in the worst possible way. Suddenly, everything that we had been doing with our lives was the embodiment of sin.

She fell head over heels into this strict evangelical cult, and when I showed no interest at all in following suit, she cut me off completely. The last time we had sex was on my 30th birthday, and she made her distaste obvious throughout.

Incredibly, because I still thought I loved her, I stayed on another year after that before I finally succumbed. At first, I contented myself with masturbating to skin magazines, and soon I was doing that a lot. But then she caught me at it one night and went into orbit.

So I decided if I couldn't get any kind of sexual relief at home, I'd get it somewhere else. I had always gotten come-ons from women I met in the office or at the bars, and finally I just said, "fuck this," and took up with a gal from work.

Of course, Estelle found out, and that was the end of my marriage. I've had other relationships since, but nothing has come of them, and the past few years I haven't really tried all that hard.

I've always been a little obsessive-compulsive where sex is concerned, though, and I always liked to masturbate. I figured I could be my own best lover and I wouldn't let anyone break my heart. That became a lot easier when I discovered the Internet. In fact, that was the vehicle by which I enticed Lorrie into sex.

I think I always had a little bit of desire for Lorrie. She always reminded me of Estelle – the Estelle I'd fallen in love with, not the shrew she became – and there was always that little twinge in my gut every time we spent time together.

But it wasn't until she came to visit me the summer before her junior year in high school, not long before she turned 16, that I really began to articulate some lust for my daughter.

On her previous visit, six months earlier, I could see that she was developing into a fine-looking thing, but she was still more little girl than young woman.

But the person I saw get off the plane that summer had matured into a real stunner. She had the same dark hair, the same blue eyes, the same dusky complexion and the same good looks her mother had had in college.

And even through the bulky clothes that Estelle made her wear, I could see that Lorrie had the same killer body. She had nice, firm breasts, a pert little butt and long, sleek legs.

As usual, I was pissed off when I saw how Estelle made our daughter look. I mean, it was the first of July, it was hotter than hell, and Lorrie was wrapped up in a long, heavy skirt and a long-sleeved blouse that I'm sure had originally been buttoned to the neck, with her hair down to her butt.

It had almost become a game. The first place we went – every year – after Lorrie arrived was Wal-Mart to buy her some real clothes. I bought her snug-fitting jeans, shorter skirts, shorts, short-sleeved blouses, T-shirts, and this time I encouraged her to get some skimpier underwear. I also let her pick up a bikini, so she could use the pool I had in the backyard of the new house I'd bought in the city where I had recently moved.

Of course, Estelle would call me as soon as Lorrie returned home – every year – raging about my letting her daughter wear, "those sinful clothes that make her look like a slut." Well, they did no such thing, but I got a kick out of being able to rattle Estelle's chain like that, and, truthfully, so did Lorrie.

This time, I went one step better. We were leaving Wal-Mart and Lorrie was complaining about her hair. She hated having to fool with that much hair, but Estelle's sect didn't believe in letting women cut their hair.

So, naturally, I asked Lorrie if she wanted me to stop at the salon, and we did. She got almost two feet of hair cut off, so that it was right at shoulder-length. Then we had the hair tied up so we could send it off to that charity that uses hair like that for people such as cancer victims who've lost their hair to radiation treatments and such.

Oh my, I could feel the flames of Estelle's wrath burning through the phone lines when she called to bitch at me about that. I just laughed at her and asked her what she was going to do, glue it back on?

But Estelle was about to get a much worse shock. Before Lorrie left to return home that summer, we talked about her college plans.

One thing I'll give Estelle credit for is the fact that she made Lorrie into a good student at school. Problem was, her grades were much better than her ACT scores, so she wasn't going to get a lot of scholarship money wherever she went, at least not initially.

As Lorrie and I talked about where she wanted to go to college and what she wanted to do, it became apparent that she and Estelle were at odds.

Estelle's idea was to send Lorrie to the church-based college there in her hometown. The church that operated the school wasn't quite the same as Estelle's, but it was close enough in doctrine to satisfy her. It wasn't a bad school, but it was very expensive.

Lorrie wanted to go off to college, to begin breaking free of the bonds that her mother was pinning her down with. Her idea was to go to the big public university in their home state.

I immediately saw my opening, and suggested that she might want to consider coming here. The college here is a state university, but it isn't a real big school, it would cost far less than the one Estelle wanted her to attend, and she could stay with me, reducing the cost of lodging, a huge savings over the school Lorrie had in mind.

Once I planted the idea in her mind, Lorrie was all for it.

About a week after Lorrie's return home, I got a phone call at home. It was Estelle.

"Bert?" I heard from the other end.

"Well, if it isn't the highlight of my day," I said. "Always a pleasure to hear from you, Estelle."

"Bert, why can't we for once have a civil conversation without you being so sarcastic?" Estelle said.

"Estelle, why can't we for once have a civil conversation without you being such a bitch?" I shot back.

I could just see the steam rising off her head at that.

"Look, Bert, I didn't call you to engage in verbal warfare with you," Estelle said, a trifle wearily. "We have to talk about Lorrie, and this nonsense about her going to college over there."

"Sounds like a great idea to me," I said, breezily.

"You know good and well I'm not going to let her go off to college there, much less stay with you," she spat.

"I don't see where it's your decision to make," I said. "You send her to that college there, and I promise you it will be a waste of money you don't have, because she'll deliberately flunk out. She has no interest in going to school there, none whatsoever, and you're wasting your time if you try to make her go there."

"It's the best place for her," Estelle said, her voice taking on a whiny aspect that always got on my nerves.

"Here's the deal, Estelle," I said, slowly and deliberately. "I will pay her way to come here and go to college. She can stay with me, so there's no room and board to worry about, and it won't cost you a dime. I can afford it, and you and I both know damn good and well that you don't have the money to send her to that school over there."

"My daughter is absolutely NOT going to college there, and she's sure as Hades not going to live with a heathen pervert like you!" Estelle said, slamming the phone. 

I chuckled, because I knew I had her. She had completely overlooked my "damn good and well," and had said she was, "sure as Hades," not letting Lorrie live with me, and for Estelle to use a phrase like that, she might as well have strung together a whole series of f-bombs.

The thing was, she knew I was right. Estelle had managed to make a living for herself and a home for Lorrie there in her hometown, but it was a struggle, and there was no way she had been able to save up enough to send Lorrie to school over there. 

If she wanted Lorrie to get an affordable education, Estelle was going to have to let her come here and live with me. Even as I thought about it, my cock stiffened at the thought of my sexy daughter – my sexy, fully of-age daughter – living under my roof on a full-time basis. Oh, the possibilities.

From that point on, Lorrie's relationship with Estelle deteriorated dramatically, and I saw the effects the next summer when Lorrie came to stay with me. In fact, it concerned me a little, too.

Gone was the bulky outfit. Lorrie bounced off the plane in a tight pair of jeans, a light spaghetti-strap top, which just did cover a very scanty bra – neither of which did much to hide her gorgeous cleavage – sandals and she was quite well made-up, which was another sin in her mother's eyes.

And when she saw me, she bounded into my arms and gave me a full kiss on the lips. I looked into her eyes, and I knew this girl was no longer a virgin, and while the thought made me hard as a rock, I felt like I needed to maybe slow her down a little bit.


The opportunity came after she'd gone out one night with some of the friends she'd made, and came home with beer on her breath and a whiff of marijuana on her clothes.

The one area of social life where Estelle and I were in total agreement on Lorrie's upbringing was in regard to alcohol and drugs. Estelle's distaste for it came from her religion; mine came from hard experience.

I'd always liked to party, always liked the beer and the weed, and after my divorce I dove into both with gusto.

The first time I got arrested for a DUI, there weren't really any consequences. I paid the fine and was done with it. But the second time, just 13 months later, was more serious. Not only was I arrested for a second DUI, but the cops also found a little pipe with some weed that I'd been smoking.

My boss at the time, who was also a long-time friend from college, gave me an ultimatum: go into rehab, get clean and sober – and stay that way – or kiss my career goodbye.

Since I happen to work in a field that I love, at a good company that compensates me very well, I chose Door Number One. I did a three-month outpatient stretch at a rehab clinic, then another 18 months doing the AA thing learning how to deal with sobriety before I let that fade out of my life. But I've been clean and sober for seven years now, and I believe it saved my life.

But Estelle and Lorrie knew nothing about that, so when Lorrie came home that night a little drunk and high, I decided it was time she learned the truth.

I sat her down and told her gently but firmly that I wasn't going to accept that from her, that she was much too smart to fall into that trap. Then I told her my story. By the end, she was crying on my shoulder, which – devil that I am – gave me the tinglies inside.

And I promised Lorrie that she could come here to go to college, and I would support her every way I could, but she had to promise me that she would keep her nose clean and stay out of trouble in the interim.

She looked at me with tears in her eyes and promised that she would. And as we stared in each other's eyes, I saw something else, too: desire. Suddenly, I understood that as much as I'd lusted after her, she'd held me up as her ideal of the sexy man.

Our little talk helped set Lorrie straight about drugs and alcohol, but her entire senior year of high school she still gave her mother fits. She had boyfriends, usually more than one at a time, in open defiance of Estelle, and I was pretty sure those boyfriends were getting what they wanted from her.

Well, as it turned out, they were and they weren't. Lorrie was smart enough not to get pregnant, and she kept the boys happy by becoming the best head-giver in her class. 

Half the boys in her graduating class whooped and cheered when she walked across the stage to get her diploma, and she stuck out her tongue playfully as she left the stage, to Estelle's absolute disgust. 

Estelle was stubbornly holding on to the notion that Lorrie would dutifully trot off to the local college, but we both finally informed her, in no uncertain terms, that she'd be moving in with me in August and attending college there. 

Estelle had one desperate trump card she tried to play as we sat in her house after Lorrie's graduation.

"If you do, you'd better take whatever you don't want me to throw away," Estelle said to Lorrie bitterly. "Because if you go off with him, you will no longer be my daughter."

I was actually stunned speechless. But only for a moment.

"Do you really hate me that much?" I asked quietly. "Are you really that cold-hearted that you would disown your daughter, the one you've fought like hell to raise into a decent young adult, to get back at me? Why do you hate me like that?"

"It's not a matter of whether I hate you or not," Estelle said. "As a matter of fact, I don't hate you. But you're a godless sinner, and I will not have my daughter living in sin."

Lorrie and I looked at each other, and we both gave a sort of half-smile. I think we both understood the irony of the term "living in sin."

But we stood firm. Before I returned home, I helped Lorrie complete her admission forms, and we made plans for me to come back over when it came time for her to go off to college.

So on Lorrie's 18th birthday, I drove a rental truck to Estelle's little house and loaded up Lorrie's things. By then, Estelle had softened just enough that she wanted Lorrie to stay in touch, and they did hug when we left, but it was a strained parting.

There was no air conditioning in the truck I'd rented, it was hot in that cab, and we were both sweaty and tired by the time we got to my place. 

I was also horny as hell, because the moment we turned off the street after leaving Estelle's, Lorrie reached under her T-shirt and pulled off her bra. And at our first stop, she changed into a pair of shorts.

Seeing those long legs and that beautiful set of tits wiggling freely in her sweaty T-shirt kept my cock in a state of high alert the whole trip. I knew it wasn't going to be long before we would be lovers, but I wasn't sure how to proceed. 

It was the computer and my trusty left hand that provided the opening.

Lorrie had finally gotten moved into the second bedroom, then we had to get her into orientation and all the things that come with starting school as a freshman.

Things had finally settled down to a routine, and I was following one of my routines late one night, after she had been there about three weeks. 

I was surfing the Web for some of my favorite porn sites, with my hard 7 inches sticking out through the hole in my pajama pants. I had a nice easy rhythm going, working my lubricated cock up and down and groaning softly.

My computer sits in the front of the den off the kitchen, set off in its own area, but accessible from anywhere in the house.

I was looking at movie clips of girls who take facial cumshots, and I was really starting to get into it when I heard a soft gasp from the kitchen. I whipped my head around and Lorrie was staring at my cock.

I went through the motions of stuffing myself back in my pants, and I apologized, but Lorrie just said not to worry about it, and apologized for interrupting me. 

I waited until she finished the bowl of cereal she'd gotten up from bed to have, then she came over and gave me a big hug. As she leaned over to hug me, I got a close-up view of Lorrie's wonderful tits, right down to the stiff, pink nipples, and she smiled seductively as she strutted off to bed.

"Carry on," she said as she looked over her shoulder and winked at me.

It took me about 30 seconds after that before I shot a monster cumshot all over my chest and hands.

A week or so went by, and I quietly monitored where Lorrie had been on the computer, and sure enough, I discovered that she was looking at some of the sites I'd conveniently left in the History file.




Don't Call Me Daughter



But what really got my cock up to speed in a hurry was when I happened to access the Google file to see what she'd been fishing for. About six lines down, I read that someone – and it had to be Lorrie – had inquired about incest stories.

And, lo and behold, when I dug around deeper in the History file, I saw that my darling daughter was reading erotic stories about fathers seducing their daughters.

I decided it was time to up the ante. I didn't want to come on too strong to her, despite my raging desire. I wanted her to take things at her pace, and for her to decide how far she wanted to go.

So my plan was to act as I would if I were still living alone, and see what she would do. The moment came on a Friday night. The college football team was playing at home the next afternoon, and she'd attended a pep rally that night, then she had gone out with some friends.

One thing I found quite gratifying was that Lorrie made friends easily. Like I said, she has my personality. I'm an open, likeable guy and I make friends everywhere I go. Most of my really close friends live some distance away, but I've made quite a few solid acquaintances in the two-plus years that I've lived here.

I watched the news, then booted up the computer. As I waited for the machine to warm up, I thought about what I wanted to do, then I decided to do like I always did. I slid my gym shorts off, kicked them aside and sat naked in my office chair.

I hadn't taken care of business in several days, anticipating something like this. I wanted to have a full head of cum built up for what I had planned, so my cock was already throbbing with need and wet at the tip. I reached in the desk drawer and pulled out the lubricant jelly, and got it ready to go.

I started off by looking at some movies of lesbians in action. I have a certain progression that I use when I get in front of the computer, and watching hot girls licking each other's pussies or, better yet, working long, fat dildoes in their cunts, always gets my cock up to speed in a hurry.

I had that nervous feeling in my stomach that I always get when I start getting aroused, and that sent a tingle through my cock as I slowly worked it with my left hand. I was all the more aroused because of where I hoped things would go on this particular night.

As I clicked through some of the movie samples of girls with girls, I felt a thick ball of pre-cum boil out the tip of my cock, and I rubbed the natural lubricant all over the head and down my shaft.

I was groaning softly as I enjoyed the exquisite feelings of lust swelling through my body. I squeezed my cock and gasped from the sparks of sensation that crackled through my body.

As the flow of pre-cum became thicker, I switched from lesbians to groups, watching sluts of every type taking on two or more men at a time.

My cock throbbed as I watched, and finally decided it was time to grease the skids, so to speak. I flipped open the top of the tube of jelly, squeezed out a generous dollop and slathered it all up and down my shaft, then down over my balls.

I began to work both hands slowly up and down my cock, panting heavily as the cum started to boil in my balls.

I watched samples of girls taking cocks in their pussy and in their mouth, samples of girls getting double penetrated, and one incredible sample film of a hot-looking blonde taking a cock in her pussy, one in her ass, three in her mouth and one in each hand.

After that, I moved on to the facials, which is where I usually come. I was beginning to wonder how long I could hold back the tidal wave of cum that was locked and loaded for delivery. I was taking it very, very slowly, working my cock carefully to keep from coming too soon.

Just when I thought I couldn't stand it anymore, I heard a car door slam outside. I felt a tingle rush through my body as my iron-hard cock sat on go.

I clicked on a movie of a girl taking two cumshots on her face and as I watched I heard the side door open. I pretended to be oblivious to Lorrie's presence, but it was tough. I heard her come into the kitchen area.

"Hi Daddy, I..." and she stopped as she saw what I was doing. 

I was concentrating on the screen, but I was grinning inside. Lorrie had a full-on view of my throbbing-hard cock and the computer monitor, which showed the girl getting hosed by two huge cocks.

I couldn't hold it back. I grunted and groaned as a quicksilver cumshot raced through my cock and exploded out the tip. I shot thick jets of pearl-white cum high into the air and shivered as it splattered all over my bare chest.

I gave a satisfied moan as I squeezed out the final dregs of one of the most spectacular orgasms I'd had in a long time.

I happened to steal a glance over at my daughter, and she had a shocked look on her face, with a hand covering her mouth. But her eyes were gleaming in lust as she stared at my cum-covered cock, which was rapidly deflating.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said. "I didn't expect you until later, and I was too close to quit."

Lorrie's reaction was curious. Instead of bolting off in embarrassment, she nonchalantly walked into the kitchen, opened a drawer, pulled out a hand towel and brought it over to me.

"That's OK, Daddy," she said, keeping her eyes glued to my dick. "It's not like I haven't ever seen a man's cock before."

"Oh?" I said, as I casually cleaned the cum from my body and slipped my shorts back on. "I take it, then, that you aren't a virgin?"

"Well..." she said, shifting her weight from one foot to the other.

And that's when she told me about her sex life up to that point. As I had suspected, she'd given up her virginity during her junior year of high school, and had had a couple of encounters with boys.

She loved sex, she said, but she was afraid of going too far too often. She knew her mother wouldn't allow her to get on contraceptives and that Estelle would throw her on the street if she came up pregnant.

"So I decided to get very good at handjobs and blowjobs," she said with a knowing grin.

I could feel my cock swelling again at that thought.

"I see," I said, and we grinned at each other. "Would you like to get on the pill?"

"Well..." she kind of hemmed and hawed, so I told her I would make an appointment with a gynecologist, but that it might be a few weeks before she could get in to see one.

"No problem," she said. "I'll just do what you're doing until I can fuck without worrying about getting pregnant."

I laughed and we hugged before going to bed. Yet I also felt a sizzle roll through me not only at the casual way she used the word, "fuck," but also at the implication that she planned on sitting in my chair and getting herself off, and the way she intended to become sexually active once she got on the pill. 

Things really picked up steam after that. The next afternoon, we went to the game, which our team won, then Lorrie decided to accompany me to a post-game dinner rather than go out with her friends. She had a devilish look in her eye as we sat and ate.

We were having coffee, when she looked me squarely in the eye and said something that made my cock stand up straight, right there in the restaurant.

"Daddy, can I watch you tonight?" she said. "You know, watch you beat off? I love watching guys come."

"Really?" I said.

"Um hum," she said, and her tongue slid over her lips in a gloriously seductive manner.

"How about you?" I asked. "You think you might let your pervert dad watch you? It's been awhile since I've seen a real live naked woman, and you're about the prettiest, sexiest woman I've seen in a long time. I've always thought you were sexy."

"Mmmmmm," she purred. "I'd like that. We can watch each other come. Sounds like fun."

We were both jacked with excitement over the turn our relationship was taking. We drove home and the silence in the car was palpable.

When we got home, we retreated to our respective bedrooms, and I quickly changed into my trusty gym shorts, then went out and booted up the computer. My cock was a raging beast in my pants as I awaited Lorrie's entry.

To say I was stunned by my first look at my daughter's naked body when she emerged from her bedroom would be an understatement. 

She's a little taller than average, probably 5-foot-8 maybe, and slender, with those long legs I mentioned earlier, and an absolutely beautiful set of tits that I'd guess are in the 34B range. Top it off with her dusky complexion – made all the darker by her tan from sitting by the pool – her dazzling eyes and her long dark hair, and you've got a walking sex bomb.

And she knew what she had, too, because she strutted into the study like a cat on the prowl. She walked in to where I'd pulled a chair up so she could sit next to me and watch the monitor.

"You like my body, Daddy?" she said, staring at my rampant cock.

"Does this answer your question?" I said as I slid the shorts off to reveal my rock-hard cock.

"You've got a beautiful cock, Daddy," Lorrie purred. "It's the biggest and nicest one I've ever seen."

"Really?" I said. "I'd have thought some of those young studs at your high school would have been hung like horses."

"No, not really," she said, and I looked over to see Lorrie fussing with one of her nipples.

My cock was a throbbing monster, and, yes, it is a nice-sized piece of meat, probably 7½,maybe 8 inches and pretty fat. I had already begun idly stroking it as Lorrie and I chatted, and a big fat ball of pre-cum boiled out the tip.

I swirled it around with my thumb, and more followed, until I had the whole cap covered with slick lube. I looked down and saw that Lorrie had her left hand between her legs and was working her middle finger around her clit, just getting it warmed up.

With my cock in my left hand, I worked the mouse through some pictures and movie clips of girls together, then some girls taking on some very nice-sized cocks.

My cock was a rock hard as I worked some lube up and down the shaft. I offered Lorrie some, but she declined, and when she showed me the fingers she'd been fucking herself with, I understood why. They were gleaming with the wet juice of her arousal.

"Ummmmm, Daddy, that is soooo hot," Lorrie purred.

"What? Me or the clips?" I said.

"Ummm, both," she answered. "Your cock is so big, so hard. Will you fuck me with it? Please?"

"When you get on the pill, you can have this thing any time you want it," I said in a ragged tone of voice. "For now, just watch." 

I could hear the panting as she used both hands on herself. The fingers of one hand were stroking her clit, while she had two fingers of her other hand plunging briskly back and forth in her soupy cunt. She groaned in lust and frustration as she climbed ever higher toward a tumultuous orgasm.

"I wanna... see cummmmm!" Lorrie cried as her climax reached a peak.

I clicked onto a clip of a girl getting multiple cumshots from a host of guys, and I could see Lorrie's eyes glaze over and her body shudder as her orgasm began to rock through her.

"Oh, GOD! Daddy, I'm c-c-c-cummmmmmmming!" Lorrie cried. "Come on, Daddy, shoot it, come with me!"

I had been holding it back with great difficulty, but when I heard that coming from my baby girl, I lost it. I felt something like an iron rod explode from my scrotum, blast through my shaft and spew out the end of my dick in a flowing fountain of silky white cum.

Lorrie squealed as she watched my cum shoot a good two or three feet in the air, then splatter all over the place – my thighs, my hand, the floor – I shot cum everywhere. 

And when I was finished with the initial rush, I continued to shoot a flow of hot semen out over my shaft until I finally squeezed out the last few drops. I was so absorbed with my own orgasm, it took me a minute to realize that Lorrie was staring at my cum-covered cock with a look of wild lust on her face. 

"Daddy?" Lorrie said in a quiet, but intense voice. "I want you."

"I know, sweetheart," I said, shakily. "I want you, too. But I'm afraid if I fuck you now, before you get on the pill, I'll knock you up, and that's something we don't want to have happen."

"I understand," she said. "But the day after I get them, I'm going to fuck your brains out. I can't remember a time when I didn't want you. I've always dreamed about you taking me as your woman. I always knew I could be a better lover to you than Mom ever was. She was a fool to let you go, and I have no intention of making the same mistake."

"Honey, in fairness to your mother, I was a different person then than I am now," I said. "True, she turned into a bitch, but I was an asshole in a lot of ways. After she got religion, we were like oil and water together. We just didn't mix."

"Maybe so, but I can't imagine anyone who had access to this cock ever letting it go," Lorrie said, and I jumped as I felt her soft hand caress my cock. "Come on, let me do you this time. Let me show you how good I am with my hands."

Lorrie slowly jacked my cock, and I obliged by working the mouse through another series of movies. I discovered quickly that she did indeed know what she was doing with a man's cock. She knew just how to apply the right amount of pressure with her hand to get me back to rock-hard stiffness.

When she had me back fully hard, she took the jelly and worked a good bit of the lube around the shaft, getting into a good rhythm.

And I wasn't idle, either. While I operated the mouse with my right hand, my left hand slipped between Lorrie's legs and I began to work my middle finger around her pebble-like clit. She gasped as I expertly manipulated her little bud, then slid my fingers between her juicy lips.

"What do you want to see?" I asked through clenched teeth.

"Teen girls with older men," she said with a smile, and as we stared at each other, she brought her mouth to mine and we kissed, hard, with our tongues slashing together.  

I have to say, I was sorely tempted to just stand my daughter up right there, bend her over and fuck the living hell out of her, but I restrained myself with great effort.

So I concentrated on the video show on the computer and the exquisite feeling of Lorrie's hand working briskly up and down my cock, and on the job of playing with her pulsing pussy, which was beginning to twitch in anticipation of another monstrous orgasm.

We were both groaning in lust as the climactic feeling swelled.

"Cum, Daddy, I want to see... cumshots," Lorrie gasped. "I want to see a young girl's face get blasted with hot cum. Oh, yeah, Daddy, do it to me. Unnnnnh!"

We both grunted hard in our climax, as I found a site where a college girl was surrounded by three men, and as they each took turns covering her sizeable tits with cum, I couldn't hold back. Lorrie's hand was whipping up and down my cock as I arched my back and exploded with another hard splattering of cum all over my chest. 

At the same time, I felt her body tense for just a second, then she shuddered deeply as her orgasm swept through her body. She twitched and shook on the chair as the rush flowed through her, covering my hand with the fruit of her lust.

Finally, we were done, and we both slumped on our respective chairs, a bit stunned by what had transpired that evening.

"Daddy?" Lorrie said wearily. "Can I sleep with you tonight? I want to feel you next to me, and I'd like to give you a chance to feel a body next to you. I know how long it's been since you had a real lover. I want to be one for you."

I couldn't turn her down, so we trudged off to bed and slept blissfully together for the first time.

The next morning, we slept late, then showered together. It was remarkable how quickly we had become comfortable with seeing each other naked. We soaped each other, letting our slippery bodies slide together, and the lust that crackled between us was palpable.

When she was fully rinsed, I knelt down on the tile floor, with the warm water cascading over my back, and buried my face in Lorrie's hot pussy. I captured her clit between my teeth, licked up and down her furrow and kissed her hole as if it was her mouth.

I was gratified to hear Lorrie moan and clutch the back of my head as I ate her out with all of the expertise I could muster, and it wasn't long before her hips were jerking rhythmically as her climax reached a peak. With a gasp and a sharp cry, Lorrie's body shuddered as a hard orgasm swept through her body.

We went out for breakfast, then came home and I turned on a football game, while Lorrie went into her room to study. Midway through the third quarter, though, she emerged naked, walked over to where I was seated, picked up the remote and turned off the game.

Smiling wickedly, she knelt in front of me, pulled my shorts off to reveal my rapidly stiffening cock, then spread my legs and moved in for the kill.

"Now, I think it's time I showed you how good a cocksucker I am," Lorrie purred. "And besides, I need to thank you properly for what you did to me in the shower. You're the best, Daddy."

I wasn't about to argue. Compared to getting a blowjob from my daughter, a mere NFL game couldn't hold a candle. I just leaned back on the sofa and let Lorrie do her thing.

She took my cock in both hands and softly worked it up and down, getting me fully hard. When a drop of precum welled up from the tip of my cock, Lorrie grasped me firmly at the base with one hand, leaned in and licked it off, savoring the taste.

Then she licked again, this time swirling her tongue around the head in ever-widening circles until I felt her lips just touching the tip.

But instead of drawing me in, she pulled her lips back and licked around the underside of the crown, and that earned her a long, loud groan of lust from my mouth. Lorrie's tongue traveled briskly down the crown to where her hand was softly caressing my balls. 

She licked them gently, then used her tongue and lips then worked her way back up the shaft. This time, she didn't tease me. She licked and kissed the hard ridge on the underside of my cock, up over the head and slid her lips around the crown.

At first, she just took the head, and rolled her tongue around the shaft, but slowly she took more cock into her mouth, until she had about half of me in her mouth. Up and down, she worked her mouth on my rod, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked me as deep as she could into her throat.

My eyes were closed as I reveled in the feeling of my daughter's hot mouth on my turgid cock. I was getting close, and I knew she could feel the twitching that signaled I was near an explosive cum. 

But she was good, very good, and she knew how to draw it out and make it last. Squeezing the base of my cock to stem the flow of cum, She pulled her mouth off my cock, and I shivered at the sight of my purple cock covered with Lorrie's saliva.

"Where do you want to come, Daddy?" she whispered. "Whatever you want. I'll swallow your cum, I'll let you shoot on my face or you can give me a pearl necklace. I'll take your cum any way you want."

"Which do you prefer?" I asked in a choked voice.

"If it's up to me, I usually swallow," she said, giving my cock a good lick. "I looooove the taste of cum. There's nothing like it in the whole world. Although there are times when I like a good facial."

"You are a nasty little girl," I said.

"I get it from you," she said, then swooped down and devoured my cock again.

This time, she went at me with purpose, working her head up and down while her hand rhythmically squeezed the base of my cock.

I could feel the iron tingle of a huge cumshot boiling over in my scrotum, and I instinctively put my hand on the back of Lorrie's head to better control her movements. My hips were thrusting up, trying to drive as much of my dick into her mouth as she could take.

Lorrie was humming and I was groaning as I reached the peak. What finally set me off was when I glanced down and saw Lorrie briskly strumming her pussy with her free hand. I gasped as the flow of cum shot out the end of my cock and bathed my daughter's throat.




Don't Call Me Daughter



I shot a succession of deep cumshots into Lorrie's stomach, and her throat muscles worked expertly to milk my cock of every drop of precious cum. As I came, I could see her body shiver as she worked herself into a nice little orgasm.

Finally, I was done, and I collapsed back on the sofa, while Lorrie fell back on her haunches, her chest heaving with her exertions. I nearly got hard again when she smacked her lips in obvious relish, but the truth is, my cock was pretty depleted from the workout it had gotten over the previous two days.

"I can't wait for you to fuck me, Daddy," she panted.

"Me too, sweetheart, me too," I said with a fair amount of frustration.

We decided later that day that we wouldn't sleep together until we were ready to consummate our lust. I don't think either of us trusted ourselves to avoid fucking if we were lying together naked.

Still, the next three weeks passed quite quickly. Lorrie stayed busy with school, and I was in a particularly busy stretch at my work. 

We did manage to have about a half-dozen sessions in front of the computer, where we watched each other masturbate. I found I got a huge thrill out of stroking my cock for an attentive audience, and I loved watching my darling daughter use her fingers on herself.

We surfed the Internet for all sorts of nasty stuff to stimulate our lust, and I discovered that Lorrie had a wicked imagination. She wasn't as keen on visuals as I was, but she loved erotic stories, especially incest stories involving young daughters and older fathers. 

She'd click through a succession of hot tales while we worked our hands on ourselves mostly, but occasionally, we did each other.

Finally, we came to the long-awaited day when Lorrie went to see the gynecologist, and she came home beaming, with a full prescription for contraceptives.

The next day was Saturday, and lucky for us, it was raining hard, so we had a good excuse to stay home. After coffee, Lorrie sat naked at the computer and got us ready to go. I sat down in my chair, equally naked, and let her run the show.

My cock began to throb as she worked us through a series of video clips of young girls fucking older men, first one-on-one, then in groups.

My cock was like iron as I softly stroked it up and down while Lorrie worked the mouse with one hand and her pussy with the other.

We looked over at each other and slowly came together in a searing kiss, our tongues slashing together and our lips working together hungrily. Instinctively, our hands migrated to the other's crotch. Lorrie jacked my cock while I slid my fingers between her juicy pussy lips.

After watching a few videos, Lorrie switched to our favorite story site and pulled up a couple of her favorites as we slowly stoked each other's fire to a white-hot pitch.

At least, I knew it was time, and so did she. My daughter looked over at me with the blaze of lust in her eyes.

"Fuck me, Daddy, please?" she whispered. 

I was beyond speech, as I stood up, pulled her to her feet and bent her over the desk. Lorrie's legs were spread as she arched her back at me, and I just stared at the juicy gash that lay open for me. Just to emphasize her need, she reached under her body with a hand, and spread open her lips.

"Do it now, Daddy!" she panted. "Fuck your baby."

I grasped my dong with one hand and aimed the bulbous head at the wet opening, and as I pushed my cock into her velvety hole, we both groaned long and loud.

"Oh, baby!" I exclaimed as I sank my cock into my daughter's hot pussy for the first time.

Lorrie was reading a particularly hot story as she thrust her hips back and sucked my dick in to the hilt. I quickly got up to speed in her gripping, clutching cunt, pumping hard, but at a deliberate pace.

Each time I sank to the max in her depths, I heard a little squeal from Lorrie, while I grunted hard with each thrust. I fucked my daughter with everything I had, every bit of experience coming to the fore as I worked my cock back and forth in her sizzling slit.

"Unnnnnnnnnnhhhhh!" she wailed as her orgasm began to gather steam. "F-f-f-fuck meeeee! Fuck me, Daddy! Oh God, give ... it ... to ... me!"

I had to hold on tight to her butt, because she was starting to hump me back with an increasingly jerky motion, her climax consuming her. The story she'd been reading was forgotten as we lost ourselves in the forbidden lust that we'd kept at bay for so long.

My legs were starting to cramp, and sweat broke out all over my body as I worked us toward a shattering climax, as the tingle in my groin told me I was getting close to an explosion of epic proportions. Squeals, gasps and moans flew forth from both of our lips as we fucked each other with wild passion. 

It was Lorrie who got there first. She gave a long squeal of lust, and her body shuddered from head to toe as a tremendous orgasm roared through her body.

It was too much for me. As her body twitched in her climax, I felt the crackling rush of cum as my own orgasm boiled over. With a huge roar, I pushed forward as deep as I could and cut loose with a torrent of semen. 

I basted my baby's pussy with at least a half-dozen really intense cumshots, filling her with hot, thick semen. Then I squeezed out another series of smaller shots, grunting as I kept pushing my cock deep in her cunt, trying to drain as much of my cum as I could before I disengaged from my daughter's pussy. 

Finally, I was finished, and as my wilted cock slid out of Lorrie's cum-filled pussy, I slumped back on my seat. From that position, I had a close-up view of my cum as it rolled out of her dilated hole and down the insides on her thighs.

"Oh my God, Daddy, that was great!" Lorrie said as she slowly moved from where she'd been leaning on the desk to sit in her chair. "Can we do it again?"

I looked over at my daughter, who was now my lover, and just nodded my head with a chuckle.

"But this time, we're doing it right," I said. "We're going to do it in the bed."

I stood up, went to the kitchen to fetch a glass of water for each of us, then we adjourned to the bedroom. After the frantic first fuck, I think we both wanted to take some time to play, and that's what we did.

With our hands slowly working each other back up to readiness, we kissed languidly, luxuriantly. I took some time to lick and nibble on Lorrie's tits, and she returned the favor.

When my cock was back at full hardness, I rolled her onto her back and got up on my knees. Lorrie looked up at me with the most intense expression of love and lust I've ever seen on a woman, and she opened her legs to let me gaze at her dripping-wet pussy, the pink gash spread wide just for me.

No words were necessary. I simply leaned forward, put the head of my cock to her hot hole and slowly rammed my way in.

Our arms snaked around each other's backs as we kissed again, this time with the fever of lust. My cock was churning at a smooth, steady pace in her velvet cunt, her legs encircling my waist as she thrust her hips up to meet my incoming push.

"Oh God, Daddy, don't EVER stop fucking me," Lorrie said in a soft voice. "Fuck me forever."

"Oh, baby, you know I will," I panted. "I've waited a long time for this, and I'm going to please your hot little pussy for a long time."

As we fucked, our pace gradually got faster and harder, as our sweaty bodies slithered together, producing sizzling sensations of pure lust.

We were both panting hard as we climbed ever higher to another huge climax, until I was pounding her pussy hard, and she was taking everything I could give her and asking for more.

Faster, faster, faster, I fucked my daughter's steaming pussy until I felt the crackle of orgasm rolling through my cock. Pushing forward again, I clutched Lorrie's body to mine as I surrendered another hard, intense cum load.

As I filled her again, Lorrie's body stiffened, then she gasped hard as her own orgasm flew forth. We seemed to be transposing the sensations as our bodies clung together in the mutual dance of passion.

When I had given my daughter all the cum I had to give, I slumped forward and we kissed, quite tenderly. Then I rolled off of her, gathering her in my arms as we settled in for a long nap on a rainy afternoon.

Lorrie and I have been full-blown lovers now for several months, and our passion shows no signs of abating. We're careful to keep our feelings hidden when we're out in public, but when we get behind closed doors, we're all over each other.

Perhaps, in time, she'll want someone her own age, although she insists I'm all the man she ever wants. And I'm certainly not going to want anyone else any time soon. I'm happily fucking the best pussy I've ever had, which belongs to the best woman a man could want. 

You can call Lorrie my lover, maybe even my wife, but don't call her my daughter. She became much more than that the day we finally let our lust run wild.

As for Estelle, well, we'd love to be able to thumb our noses at her and let her know exactly what she's missing out on. But we'll just have to be content with knowing that every time we fuck, we're sticking it to her just little bit deeper.



Don't Call Me Fag



Jason smirked slightly as he ducked down and stepped inside Ken's right hook. He was close enough to Jason to see the shocked expression wash across his face followed immediately by a pained expression. The fact that he was bracing for the impact didn't prevent Jason from slamming his fist into Ken's gut physically lifting the tanned man up off the mat. A second, third and fourth blow in rapid succession drove him all the way back against the corner of the steel cage.

He didn't even notice Ken chamber a kick and fire a devastating knee directly into Jason's thigh forcing him to back up a step. Ken had one hand wrapped around his middle trying to keep from doubling over in pain but he was smiling. It took a moment but Ken stood tall extended one hand and invited Jason back in. 

This time when Jason came in low and Ken caught him around the waist whipping him upside down and slamming his back down to the mat pinning him in place. "One. . .two. . .three!" Ken backed away from Jason quickly spitting out his mouth guard and pumping his arms. "That's right, I'm as awesome as they come." After a moment he looked back to Jason who was still lying on the mat. "Oh c'mon. I didn't power bomb you that hard."

"I think you broke me in half." Jason grumbled. "Where the hell did you learn that one?"

"WWE." Ken answered taking Jason by the arm and hauling him to his feet. "Didn't think it would work though."

Jason waited for a moment before yanking Ken against him in a warm embrace. "Didn't think it was gonna work my ass." He kissed him softly on the cheek. "What did you expect would happen? I'd magically gain the ability to fly?"

Ken returned the brief kiss to the cheek before pushing his friend away. "I expected you'd elbow me in the head like you did the last few times I tried something I saw on television. Seriously though, you okay?"

"I don't think anything is broken." Jason replied walking out of the training cage. "C'mon lets hit the showers. I think some hot water might make me feel a little better."

Ken rolled his eyes. "Right, I'm supposed to believe that."

"What's not to believe?" Jason asked pulling off his gloves and tossing them down by his gym bag and stepping into the open shower turning on two of the heads on opposite shower trees. "It's not like I would lie about these kinds of things." He danced between the streams of water back to the edge of the shower and pulled his shorts and cup off tossing them down beside his gloves and picked up his luffa and bottle heading back in. "You coming?"

"No. I think I'll just sit back and watch you." Ken responded even though he was busy striping out of his equipment and clothing. "I'm starting to think you take me for granted." 

"Is that so?" Jason responded lathering up his luffa and soaping up his well toned chest. "I don't know where you would get such a silly idea." He ran his hands down over his abs stopping just shy of his crotch before turning his back to Ken. 

"You don't know where I'd get that idea?" Ken picked up his washcloth and a solid bar of soap joining his partner in the shower. "You barely treat me like a human being. I mean you're idea of foreplay is sparing a couple of rounds or playing basketball or Halo. Where are the flowers, why don't you ever take me out to dinner or introduce me to your friends?" 

Jason glanced over his shoulder at the now nude Ken taking an extra second to admire hefty tool swaying between well muscled thighs. "First you know all my friends and my mom likes you more than she likes me and you know it. As for the rest of that it's probably because I'm not a fag." 

Ken smirked. "Oh you think being a fag is about liking girly things and not you know being a pole smoking fudge packer?"

"Exactly. You know who's a fag? That Renaud guy. He's got a My Little Pony water bottle, uses more product on his hair than any woman I've ever met and I think he wears make up. Total fag." Jason shot back stealing another glance this time at Ken's taut soapy buttocks.

"Even though you've never once seen him leave here with the same woman twice?" Ken grinned at the sight of Jason's attempt at subtlety.

"What's that got to do with being a fag? I didn't accuse him of being homosexual." Jason said with a shrug. "I'll tell you what it has to do with being a fag. Absolutely nothing." Jason turned around wrapping one hand around Ken's cock and tugging him into a kiss.

Ken responded by wrapping his muscular arms around Jason's narrow waist. "Fag." Ken broke the kiss to whisper.

"Don't say that." Jason growled tightening his grip as much as he could manage around Ken's sudsy cock.

"Make me." Ken growled. Jason accepted the challenge and thrust his tongue into Ken's mouth roughly tussling against the larger man until Ken pushed him away. "That's a nice start, I don't suppose you've anything else?" Jason gently pushed Ken to his knees in the shower. "Is this supposed to shut me up?" Jason nodded and Ken opened his mouth accepting Ken's erect manhood.

"That's a much better use of your mouth." Jason reached back and steadied himself with one of the show trees while the other hand rested on Ken's shoulder. His brown eyes met with Ken's bluish green gaze remaining locked in place while the man steadily bobbed up and down. Each time he took Jason a little bit deeper until Ken stopped a little more than halfway down then started backing off focusing his full attention on the crown. "A much better use." Jason mumbled repeatedly until his partner's expert oral skills brought him to climax.

Ken let Jason's cock fall from his lips brushing against his cheek for a moment. "You know you talk too much." Ken surged to his feet smashing his lips against Jason's in a rough kiss. He slid one hand under Jason's thigh lifting him up slightly as he shoved Jason against the nearby rain tree and pushed his soap coated cock into Jason.

Even with Ken's lips muffling the words trying to escape Jason's throat the vulgar expression couldn't have been clearer. He kept one hand on the steel pole behind him but the other moved to the back of Ken's head keeping him from escaping the kiss. Not that Ken had any intention of retreating, both his tongue and his cock were penetrating into his partner with the vigor of a conquering king. 

The two men remained like that for several minutes like only athletes of their exquisite caliber could rutting until the water went cold and they didn't seem to notice. Not until Ken came and that's when he broke the kiss. "I guess you really don't take me for granted do you fag?"

"I told you not to call me that." Even exhausted as he was and in quarters too close to properly rear back his forearm still hit Ken hard enough to make him grunt. 



Don't Call Me Faggot!!!



James stood staring at the selection of GPS units on display in the electronics store, perplexed at the many different models to choose from. He was lost and his GPS had died. James is a private investigator and the assignment for today was to deliver a summons to a witness in a Federal case.

The prosecutor in this case was a friend of James and owed him a favor, so he hired James to deliver the subpoena. Subpoenas were easy money for him, but this witness lived out of state. 

Now, here he is, lost and frustrated in a town he has never been in, at an electronics store where he can't seem to get any assistance. As he scanned the store for an employee that he could get to help him, he saw the most gorgeous face he had seen in a long time. She looked to be in her mid 20's but her face had an angelic innocence to it.

Her eyes were bright and pronounced and the way she wore her makeup defined them all the more. Her shoulder length hair was black and shiny that made the caramel brown color of her perfectly smooth face stand out. When she saw that James was staring at her she sucked her teeth and mumbled under her breath as she turned away. 

James watched her walk away just so that he could get a look at her body. She was a full figured girl weighing in at around 210 lbs. Although she stood at 5'7", her weight was distributed to the right places. She had succulent round breasts that didn't sag below her ribs. They seemed to have not droop at all. And from what he could see from her exposed cleavage, no visible veins.

Her legs and thighs were toned and shapely. And the part that James liked best was her butt. It looked like she was carrying a pair of basketballs in her pants. When she walked it had the right amount of bounce to it that made him want to get two handfuls and jiggle them vigorously. Together, her thighs and butt complemented each other in a way that seemed perfect.

Finally, a sales associate noticed James standing at the display looking bewildered and came over to earn his commission. While James was listening to the over extensive knowledge of this unit verses that unit, his angel came to the end of the aisle to wait for the group of friends that she came with to catch up to her.

"Come on here or Imma leave you!" She yelled to them. Just then she noticed James watching her. "WHAT!!???" She blared at James as she turned to look him directly in his face. "You act like you ain't never seen a woman before!" "You must want all of this on your little boyfriend right there!" 

James was shocked at the sudden barrage of insults being directed at him. What had he done to her? Definitely, he was not the first person to notice the beauty that he saw in her. As the young lady's friends gathered around her she kept hurling insults and attitude at James as he stood there in disbelief of what was happening. What made it so bad was that the young lady was so loud that other people stopped shopping and watched the demonstration.

"How could something so ghetto come out of something so pretty?" James wondered. 

The young lady continued with her non-stop montage of humiliation and insults. Then she hit James' hot button.

"You look like you're gay!" "I don't go that way, faggot!"

If only she knew what being called a faggot did to James. If only she knew how the rumor of being gay ruined his life. James was running for Mayor in the last election and the surveys showed that he was a sure win for the office. A rumor was started by one of the other candidates that James was a homosexual in an attempt to sway voters. As the rumor spread so did the severity of the lie. 

It slowly changed from just being gay to being a pedophile of little boys. The wildfire of lies was so great that James lost the election and the respect of key officials in the city. James was also engaged to be married soon, but his fiancé left him as a result of the lies. She felt that with so much talk about him, it must be true. 

The truth finally came out about the origin of the rumors but by then James' reputation was too damaged to gain the trust of the people. He was recognized all over town which made it nearly impossible for him to get back on his feet. 

James could not run for any office because of the smear campaign the destroyed him. His image would blemish any representation of public service. He couldn't' get a job as the supply clerk at the Public Works facility. So he went into business for himself as a private detective. One of the few real friends that he had left was the Federal Prosecutor he was on this job for. He would use James whenever he could to help him build his life back. This was all due to being called gay. And now whenever someone used the word faggot, it brought up the past and anger in him.

The young lady continued with homosexual references toward James; and every time she spewed the word "faggot" it shot a bolt of electricity up James' spine. That word disturbed him to the core of his soul. The ghetto fabulous angel ended the show and she and her friends walked out of the store. 

James collected his cool and shook his head in resolve that it was finally over. He grabbed the first GPS that was in front of him, took it to the check out and was back on the mission that he had came to town for. 

As James drove along, he couldn't help but re-live the incident at the electronics store. He tried to convince himself that he should let it go. "Some people just don't have any home training." He spoke loudly to himself in an attempt to feel better. But he just couldn't get it off of his mind. Sub-consciously, he felt that his past had followed him to another state. 

James found the address with ease now that he had a working GPS. It seemed like a nice quiet neighborhood with beautiful homes, green manicured lawns and friendly neighbors. The person that he delivered the subpoena to was very friendly and courteously. He even invited James in for a cup of tea or coffee. 

"No thank you" James declined, "I have to get going and find a hotel for the night." 

As James walked down the pathway back to his car, he thought to himself of how lovely it would be to live in that neighborhood. Just as he was walking around his car another car pulled into the driveway next door. James stopped and watched to speak to the neighbor of the nice man he had just met. To his surprise, it was the young lady from the store.

"How could someone like that live in such a nice neighborhood?" James wondered. Her house was well kept and seemed in order. It didn't look like a person with a bad disposition like hers would live there.

As she unlocked the door to the house she noticed who was standing in the street watching her. All of a sudden the upbeat feelings that James was feeling deflated within him and were replaced with anxiety.

"How is she going to react?" "She is so pretty."

"I would marry her if she wasn't such a bad apple."

"She better not start with the 'crazies' again!"

!I'd lick the skin off of her body."

James was in conflict with his own self. Feelings of anger and lust were battling it out in his mind. This girl made James lose all sense of sanity. He wanted to hate her and screw her all at the same time.

"What the hell are you doing here?" She screamed out to him. "You can take your gay-osity out of here cuz ain't nobody like that round here." It was the electronic store all over again. "This hole is an exit only so don't think you gonna substitute me for your boyfriend." She said as she bent over and poked her massive double bubble out at him. 

James got into his car as she continued to scream more gay references at him. He tried to ignore it as he left but when he looked into his rearview mirror she was in the street yelling at him.

"THAT'S IT!!!" He was fed up! "There is no way I'm going to let this go!" He said to himself. "She picked the wrong person to mess with!" 

James checked into a hotel close by. "Time to put my investigating skills to work." He thought. As a P.I. James had an arsenal of information and resources at his finger tips. He pulled up the address of the young lady. He looked up the current resident name and phone number of that address.

"So her name is Destiny Travis. Pretty name, pretty girl, ugly personality; but we'll fix that." James thought to himself. He researched and cross-referenced the residency registers and utility records. Everything was working in James' favor.

He searched public records and property tax registries. Finally, he went back to the neighborhood where she lived. He got her mail and checked every piece for the names of people that may live there. "Great!" He thought as he slid the envelopes back into the box. "She lives alone." 

James went to the local department store and bought a black pair of pants and black long sleeve shirt, a pair of black gloves, some sheer black fabric from the crafts department, some rope and batteries for his stun gun. When he got back to his hotel he brought the sheer fabric up to his room and made it into a mask. He put it on to try it out for size and visibility. It worked perfectly, he could see through it but his face could not be seen.

As James waited for night to fall he wondered what was he going to do? He wanted to do something to her for the way she treated him, but what? In his anger he came up with a plan for his revenge. While he lay there he figured to himself that he'd just "wing it"; he'd just do whatever cames to mind.

2:00 a.m. and the alarm clock started beeping loudly as if it was excited about what was about to happen. James woke up and sprung from the bed. He got into his car and drove back to Destiny's neighborhood. He parked in the parking lot of a restaurant a few blocks nearby.

Before James got out of the car, he put the new clothes on over the clothes he was wearing. He bought them 3 sizes too big for that purpose. He tied the rope into ready made restraints and walked to Destiny's house. He went into the back yard and pried the door open with a pocket knife. Slowly he entered the kitchen and crept into the hallway.

He stopped and listened for the sound of sleeping breaths in the still, dark house. From the sound, he could only make out one breath. The carpeted floors made it easy to traverse through the house without making any noise. The only thing James could her was the breathing coming from the bedroom and his own breath.

James stood at the doorway where the heavy breathing was coming from.

He stood there and watched as his prey slumbered in total ignorance of what was about to happen. James surveyed her in the glow of the light from the digital clock on her nightstand next to her bed. "She even looks beautiful in that harsh red light from the clock." James thought to himself. "Still, she's an evil sleeping beauty." He joked inwardly.

Snap! He flipped the light switch on. Since he had the mask on he was confident in turning the lights on. He knew that she would only see drapes of black in front of her. Destiny opened her eyes in shock and fear and sat up.

"How did you get in here? Get out!" She screamed. 

Those words were James' cue to jump into action. He literally leaped across the room from the doorway on top of Destiny in her bed. With the press of a button 100,000 volts were sent through Destiny's body. Her entire body tensed and became rigid. Every muscle in her body tightened to the electricity that was being fed into it. James held the button down as every accusation that Destiny had flung at him came back to mind. 

He kept his finger on the button for what felt like forever out of sheer anger for what she represented to him. James didn't let go of the button until he was sure that Destiny was immobilized. When he stopped squeezing the voltage into Destiny, she fell backwards onto the bed in a limp heap.

James used this as an opportunity to gag her and quickly put her hands into the readied restraints that he had previously made from the rope. He tied each end of the rope to the headboard of the bed. All the while he took in the view of her body. She had on a white tank top and a pair of pink panties trimmed in a darker shade of pink, simple but still sexy.

Destiny began to regain her strength and started cursing through her gag. She started to struggle against her binds and, quickly James hit her with another short burst of packaged lightning. He then took more rope and bound her ankles with it and tied each end to the foot of the bed on either side. 

James stood at the end of the bed and studied his catch. He had never done anything like this and was now struggling on what to do with the now cursing and bucking prize that lay before him. And like a ton of bricks, an idea came to mind. "I'll humiliate her in a way that she'll think twice before she talks to anyone the way she did to me." He thought to himself.

James dared not speak out loud out of fear that she might recognize his voice. He looked around the room. It was very tidy and had an aromatic scent to it. Nothing to give him any ideas as far as he could see. The nightstand!

James pulled open the drawer and found it... a vibrator and dildo. He smirked under his mask and in his mind he thought, "These must be the happiest joy toys in the world." Inside the same drawer was a small bottle of cherry lube. "WOW" He thought to himself, "This is going to be fun."

He pulled out his pocketknife and she mumbled threats and curses at him through her gag. James took his knife and cut the shoulder straps of Destiny's tank top. He then cut the front of the shirt open and exposed her voluptuous mounds of dark caramel colored milk meat. James had to control himself. For a brief second he contemplated sucking and licking a nipple.

He brought himself back to consciousness and moved to her panties. Destiny tried kicking but the ropes were so taut that her movement was very little. James slid the knife inside one leg hole. The knife sliced through the material like a shark's fin gliding across the surface of the water. He repeated the same thing on the other side and peeled the top of his angel's panties down and away. 

James had to get a look at what was being cradled by the crotch of those panties, so he untied the ends of the rope that were holding her feet. The ends of the rope were retied at the headboard and now Destiny's knees were bent with her feet planted on the bed. James pushed Destiny's leg open to get a good look at the jewel in between.

Her pubes were neatly trimmed and clipped. The outer lips of her pussy were fat and juicy. He parted them and revealed the peanut sized clit that seemed to welcome the company of a man's touch. James was overcome with desire and lust at this point. He hadn't come here for this, but he just had to taste her love bud. 

James held her pussy lips open with his fingers and slowly circled her clit with his tongue. He deliberately avoided direct contact with it. Destiny began to unconsciously gyrate a little bit. James rubbed the tip of his tongue just above her swelling button of desire. Destiny grunted as he licked down and around , still avoiding direct contact with her clit.

Although she didn't want this, Destiny's juices began to flow. Her body was now reacting to the touches but yet she consciously was fighting. James knew that she was getting aroused and saw the glisten of Destiny's wetness. James flattened his tongue against the bottom of Destiny's pussy and very lightly licked upward to taste the juice of her fruit. Still, James did not make contact with her clitoris. 

Sexual urge was now building up in Destiny's body. She had never had a man take his time and perform love licks like this. It was always a rush to get a nut and be gone with guys in the past. But this man knew how she wanted it. She didn't want to be taken but her body was screaming to be ravaged. 

With every upward motion the anticipation to finally be pleasured mounted in Destiny's bowels. James pulled his head back aimed his tongue and hit Destiny's joy button head on. A wave of relief swept over her entire body. She went weak with satisfaction that her clit was now being manipulated by this stranger's tongue. 

As she moaned in protest of her lust being pleasured against her will, James wrapped his lips around her bud. He wanted to get a mouthful of pussy lube so he started to suck on her clit while he licked it.

"OH MY GOD!" She screamed into to the fabric that held back the volume of her protests and screams. She was cumming. James buried his face into her crotch and stuck his tongue as deep into her abyss as he could stretch it. Her muscles contracted and squeezed as the waves of orgasm washed over her wave after wave.

When her convulsions ended James jumped up and grabbed the vibrator and lube. He smeared the vibrator with the cherry flavored goo and rubbed it against her clit. 

Destiny jumped at the touch of the vibrator against her now sensitive button. James rubbed the vibrator up and down the valley between the quivering flesh of her pussy lips. He turned it on and took his hostage for another ride on the 'O' train.

She squirmed and bucked to get free from her captive who seemed to know which buttons to push to make her climax. She started cursing and threatening him with muffles of anger and indignity. He untied the ropes from the headboard that held her legs. When the ropes were free from the headboard she rolled onto her stomach and tried to move up to make slack in the ropes holding her hands so that she could get free. James grabbed her ankles and pulled her down onto the bed.

"Let go of me you punk faggot!" She garbled into the gag. 

James understood exactly what she said. As he retied the ropes to the foot of the bed frame, Destiny continued her struggle. Although he was getting frustrated with the fight he was having with retying the ropes, James was hypnotized at the bouncing and jiggling of the huge globes of seat meat before him. Her butt cheeks seemed to be dancing with each other as she wiggled and wrestled to get free.

"I have to get my hands on those!" he thought.

He relished the idea of grabbing a handful of ass cheek in each hand and kneading them like a child playing with play-doh. When he got the ropes tied down he stood up and took in the sight of his newly prepared playground. 

James kneeled onto the bed and took a cheek in each hand. He was amazed at how much packing she was lugging around in the seat of her pants. He felt like he was holding the world in each palm as he gripped and pawed her cinnamon tinted buns. The sight was driving him insane. James bent over and put his face between her cheeks and inhaled deeply. He lifted the bottom of his mask and kissed each buttock then licked her up the center of her butt crack. Destiny was still yelling at her attacker. She made threat after threat and insult after insult. None of it bothered James. He just ignored it. Once again, Destiny mumbled through the fabric mouth piece, 

"Let go of me you punk! Get you face outta my ass you faggot!"

That did it! The memories of that day flooded back into James' mind and his anger flared.

"How dare she make demands when I'm the one in control!" "She's too stupid to realize that she is MY hostage!" "I'll show her!"

James' rage was going wild. The word "faggot" was echoing throughout his head. He sunk his teeth into one of her glutes and picked up the lube. Destiny squealed and jumped in response to the sharp pain. James moved his head up behind her ear and whispered, 

"O.K., since you say that I'm a faggot, I'm gonna be a faggot... with you."

James slowly crawled to the lower end of his hostage. He dropped his pants and applied a glob of lube to his dick. In her mind Destiny wanted to believe that her captor was only trying to scare her with the declaration that he had made. But she realized that her fears would soon become reality when she felt a hand with amply lubricated fingers rubbing her asshole, then a finger went inside.




Don't Call Me Faggot!!!



"OOOH!" She exclaimed in shock as the finger pushed past her sphincter.

Destiny had never been anally penetrated and was now going to be an unwilling participant. The finger worked its way in and out of her back door until the hole was thoroughly lubed. James got onto Destiny's back as she lay helpless on her stomach. She squeezed her cheeks together as tight as she could to prevent James from getting into her anus.

The slickness of her lubed cheeks aided James in pushing through. In the back of James' mind, he was enjoying the feeling of her buttocks squeezing his manhood in a vise-like grip. But Destiny's clinched whoppers made it impossible for James to get into her back door.

SMACK! his open palm came down fast and hard against Destiny's backside. She released her hold and James found her hole right away. His anger was red hot now. The fight she had been putting up along with the foul attitude and nasty mouth was driving James livid.

He pushed the head of his hot throbbing cock into her fat, soft, luscious bumper. Destiny was now mute. She was in so much shock that she couldn't make any noise. She just lay there gasping deeply with every thrust from her "fag". The cock in her ass felt like it was stretching her beyond repair.

She had never felt anything like this. When she lost her virginity it felt nothing like this. James pushed into Destiny's dark tunnel a half an inch at a time. He was more in bliss the deeper he went. It was warm and tight in her butthole. She was squeezing and contracting as James invaded her cavity.

"I wish I could get this every night." He whispered to her.

James could no longer hold back his hot burning lust for all of Destiny's back hole. With one strong and powerful thrust, Destiny's sphincter gave and James dick was inside her guts up to the hilt. James let out a grunt of satisfaction as his penis was encased in Destiny's asshole, pushing into infinity. James began pumping in and out of Destiny slowly and gradually building up as she loosened up.

Destiny could do nothing but lay there and accept her anal assault. James was behind her loving every bit of his ghetto angel's rump roast. The tightness, the suction from the squeezing and the pressure on his dick was incredible. Every time he'd thrust into her he'd slam into to her soft pillow-like cheeks with a loud "smack".

The softness of her butt cheeks combined with the sensation of her asshole on his dick was an erotic combination. James pushed all the way into Destiny and started grinding into her backside. This was it; he was about to bring himself to climax. 

James began stabbing into Destiny's bong hole like a mad man. He was pulling out to the tip of the head of his penis and slamming it into her as far as he could drive in, at a fast past. The tingling sensation in his balls materialized and made its way to the base of James' penis. With every other thrust James would grunt. He knew what was about to happen.

On the last and final push James pushed his cock into her ass as far and deep as he had ever gone. He held his spewing cock inside the deepest caverns of Destiny's ass while it pumped its hot sticky load into her.

As James made his way back to his car, he removed the top layer of clothing that he was wearing. He discarded them into the dumpster at the restaurant where his car was parked.

As he drove home he thought about what led to the night's events. How the whole crazy night transpired. After all that was done that night, what was James' way of humiliating Destiny? He left her tied to the bed with the dildo in her ass and the vibrator turned on and buried in her cunt.

James let out a chuckle and said out loud to himself, "I need to get some mental help!"



Don't Call ME...



"Exactly."

"All right, well...I'm here for ya, Suse. Just, y'know...be careful."

"Will do. I'll let you know what happens."

"Okay, Susie, good luck. Anything goes down, I've got your back."

"Thanks, Jules."

Lunch arrived. Susan hopped up and stopped by a few of her friends' cubes to see if they wanted to go out together, but apparently she was late, because they were already gone. It looked as if she was on her own for lunch today. She headed outside, mentally going over choices of what to eat. She was just about to get in her car when—

She heard her ringtone.

A worried feeling took form in her belly. She felt a little funny even looking, but she took out her phone and checked.

Whew. It was her parents' number. That was right, she realized, the call last night was on her landline, not her cell.

"Hello?"

"Hey sweetie! It's Dad. We're putting the guest list together for Christmas, and just making sure you and Jess are coming?"

"Oh, yeah, yeah, we'll be there. No problem, Dad."

"Sounds good. Okay, honey, I know you're at work, so I won't keep ya, just needed to check on that real quick. Love you!"

"I love you too, Dad, bye-bye."

She was just about to hang up when she heard a beep. It looked like...

She checked the display. She was, in fact, getting another call.

Oh, no... Those same eleven letters turned her tummy queasy.

UNAVAILABLE

Oh, God. Had this girl gotten her cell number too? What to do now? She didn't know if she could follow Julie's advice and just not answer. Then again, she might have to make an exception in this case. Maybe she could just wait and see if there would be...

She ran out of time to think about it. The phone went to voicemail. Susan hoped there would be no message, and for a few moments she thought she was okay.

Then she heard her voicemail jingle chirp.

Oh hell, she thought. She wanted to automatically delete the message, but she thought if she did, her curiosity would drive her crazy for the rest of the day. What if this girl was deciding to add threats to her suggestive remarks?

Screw it, she thought, grabbing the phone. Be brave. Be a woman about it. She opened the voicemail and faced the music.

"Wednesday...twelve...oh six...p.m."

"HIya, hot stuff. I guess you were a little too busy to pick up right now. I bet I know what you're doing, too! And I'd like to do it for ya, if you know what I mean. Hope you're having fun, thinking about me while you're stroking that pussy...Susan."

...

Susan at once felt ill.

This girl knew her name??

Perhaps logical if she had her phone numbers, but even still, if she knew her name, what else did she know?!

"I'll be thinking about you too, hottie. OOH, you make me sizzle. Lotsa love 'n' kisses you know where! Happy jilling!" Click.

Susan couldn't believe it. Her heart was racing. Not only was it the same woman, she had her cell number now too, and had upped the ante. Now she was presuming Susan was masturbating to her, and reciprocating. This was starting to go way too far. As much as she didn't want to, Susan thought she might just have to star-69 her after all. She didn't know if anything more serious would develop if she ignored these calls. This girl knew her name. Again, how much more did she know about her?

Susan's heart was just about thundering through her chest as she dialed the three buttons, but she did, and brought the phone in her shaking hand to her ear.

Beep-BEEP-BEEEEEEEEEP. "Your call cannot be completed as dialed. Please check the number, and dial again."

Huh. Susan had to admit this result gave her a tiny bit of relief, as she was apprehensive to confront this situation head-on—unlike her sister, she had never been very skilled at handling confrontations in the past—but she knew the relief would be outweighed by her fright if this continued. Should she just call the police?

After enough thinking, she came to a decision. She was considering leaving work right now to go home and see if she could get any further toiling on this, but this didn't seem to be a drastic reason to take liberal leave. If the girl was threatening her, that might be another story. She had been saying overly perverse, sexual things, but she hadn't really made any legitimate threats. She would stay at work, and what was more, she would save this message on her phone, for evidence. If she wanted to talk to Julie again or someone else about this, now her confidant could hear the actual voice. And hear that this girl knew her name.

For now, she would go on with work. Cutting her work day in half and going home because she was scared felt like letting the obscene caller win. She turned off her phone and went back into the office. Suddenly, she didn't have much of an appetite for lunch. But she went on, and finished out her next work day. After which she didn't really feel like going home either. But she knew she would have to sooner or later. She wanted to talk to Jess about this, but Jess had to work tonight, so she was a little C.O.L. She guessed she might as well just head home right now and see what happened.

Wait a sec...did I just totally forg—...

Oh my God.

She realized she forgot to update Julie on this and play her the message. How on Earth this could possibly have slipped her mind she couldn't fathom, but she could just proceed to do so tomorrow...

When she got home, she turned her cell phone back on. No more new messages. Okay, well, there was good news anyway.

She dialed her sister.

"Hey, Jess?...Yeah, hey, it's me. Listen, when are you gonna be home tonight?...Uh-huh...'kay...oh, no, no, it's not about dinner, you can have whatever you want for dinner, I'm just...eh...got something I wanna talk to you about. It's kinda important.

"...No, no no, Jess, it's not about that. It—jus—th—...never mind, Jess. It's not about you. I'll just see you when you get back."

Susan wasn't sure what to do now. Did she just kick back and turn on the TV set? Did she go online and research her problem, just waiting for the phone to ring? She supposed she could call her parents to talk about this, or go and visit them. Leaving the apartment temporarily eliminated the worry about the calls on her landline, but she couldn't just let this drive her out of her own home. Maybe she should call the police. Or someone. She didn't want to just sit here by herself.

Finally, she decided on her parents. And in person. She could use some comfort, and determined this was the way to go. Literally. She picked up her purse with all her normal necessaries, got back in the car and drove the 4.5 miles to her folks'.

"Well, hi, doll!" greeted her mother Rosie, opening the door. "This is a nice surprise! Honey, Susie's here!" she called to Susan's father Larry. They embraced in a group hug and took her into the family room.

"So what brings you by, Suse?" asked Larry. "Need to update me on your plans for Christmas?"

"No, actually, Dad, no change there. But as it turns out, I've run into a little, uh...let's just say situation for now, and...well, I was hoping you guys might be able to give me a little comfort, and/or guidance."

"Well, of course, sweetheart!" said Rosie. "You know we'll do anything we can for you. What's the matter?"

Oh, this was awkward. Susan wasn't especially keen on talking to her folks on anything remotely sexually related, but she did kind of have to make an exception here. She pulled out her cell phone and proceeded to uncomfortably play them the message.

Click. Susan disconnected from the voicemail and sat in silence a moment, letting her parents take this in. They were both a bit stymied at first what to say, being caught off guard by such a thing. When they remained quiet a little longer, Susan spoke.

"She, uh...she called me last night too. She didn't exactly say anything like this last night, but she told me I...knew I wanted to 'get naked with' her," Susan air quoted.

Larry rejoined. "Was that on your cell too last night?"

"Larry, what does that matter?" Rosie wanted to know. "This woman's harassing our daughter!"

"But, Mom, it does matter," Susan insisted. "'Cause no, it wasn't. Last night it was my landline. So she has both my home phone number and my cell number! And I don't know how she got them. I don't know anything about her!"

"What does the caller ID say?" Larry asked.

"Just unavailable. That's it."

"Hm. Figures.

"Susan, does this make you feel unsafe?" her Dad asked.

"Well...I don't know exactly if 'unsafe' would be the word I'd use," Susan considered. "I think Mom was more on the right track. I mean, she hasn't threatened me. I just...feel more...harassed than unsafe, I guess. Little more...disturbed, you know?"

"Well, for one, this makes me pretty damn angry," said Rosie. "If I could get my hands on this sick little pervert I'd make her sorry she ever picked up a phone."

"All right, Rosie, all right, let's not freak out here," said Larry. "It's not gonna help to lose control."

"Larry, you did hear that message, didn't you?? This little psycho thinks Susan's thinking about her and touching her..."

Rosie got a bit less than comfy discussing such blatancy herself. She lowered her voice to a whisper, leaning in to Larry's ear.

"...Vagina!"

Susan gave off a tiny chuckle-scoff. If this wasn't such an unpleasant situation it would be kind of humorous. Her mother would say now and then when the need arose that she wasn't a prude, and Susan believed her, yet she frequently tossed off signals to the contrary. She was a little old-fashioned, and needed a bit of time to adjust to both her daughters' homosexuality, but loved them enormously either way, and didn't discourage them from acts of sex and lovemaking now that they were grown. An obscene phone call, on the other hand, was something else again. She was thrown off her proverbial game by this.

Larry developed a bit of a different reaction. He certainly wasn't happy about the calls either, but what he wanted to know was how this person seemed to know so much about Susan. He imagined she probably dug up his daughter through some form or other of social media. In fact, after another moment, he got up.

"You know what? Hang on, I'll be right back."

He retrieved his laptop, brought it to the living room, went online and navigated around a bit.

"Susie, you have a Facebook, don't you?" he questioned.

"Yeah, sure, Dad, of course. Twitter too."

"Okay," he decided. Turning the laptop to show them what he'd brought onto the monitor, he explained.

"Well, here's the thing, honey. I mean, you live at your own established residence, and that includes your land phone. And if you look at web sites like this, it's not especially difficult for someone to get your contact info online. Even if she didn't use a site like this, if she has the White Pages, she could've found you online, looked you up in the phone book, matched up the city and state and got your number that way. I mean, Susie...I don't love saying this, and I don't mean to sound cold, or unsupportive, but...personal privacy's not what it was years ago. Our business is all out there now. If you're on the grid, you're on the Net."

"Well, yeah, Dad, I get that. But...what am I supposed to do about this?"

Larry shut the laptop. "Well, Susie...if it's really bothering you, you might just need to contact the proper authorities. You can wait and see if these calls persist, or you can take action now. I mean, you're a big girl. We can certainly help you, give you our input and tell you what we think, but the final decision has to be yours."

"Do you wanna stay here with us tonight, sweetie?" asked her Mom.

"Rosie, the woman has her cell number," said Larry. "Staying here won't keep the calls away."

"Exactly!" said Rosie. "I'd like to wait and see if this little slut does call again! I wanna give her a piece of my mind!"

"Rosie, I understand how you feel, but I really think we need to let Susan handle this on her own."

"He's right, Mom. Besides, I can't just let her drive me out of my own home. But I definitely plan to keep you posted."

Rosie still didn't feel great about doing so, but as Larry had pointed out, their daughter was a grown woman, so she allowed her to hug and kiss them, thank them so much for their help, take their regards home for Jess and adjourn back to her home.





Don't Call ME...



"It's a girl??" Jess' face went straight from downright disgust to high intrigue. She grabbed for the phone. "Mine! Gimme!"

Well, there was an interesting idea. She could hand it off to her sister and see how Jess handled it.

"What the hell. Here ya go."

Jess took the phone. "Hey, you. So you're an obscene phone caller, huh? What'cha wearin'??"

It was Susan's turn to make a face looking at her. Jess would probably be good at this type of thing...which in and of itself was a rather frightening thought. But one single moment later, Jess frowned.

"This is Jess. Who's this?"

Susan raised her eyebrows. Would her sister have any better luck getting a name out of this character?

"'Put Susan back on'?!" Jess repeated indignantly. "Well, fuck you too, lady!"

Hmph. Apparently not.

"No, you wish!" Jess retorted, tossing the phone on Susan's bed and stomping back out to the living room.

Well, so much for that. Susan was about to pick the phone back up, but then she thought...

Why? Just hang up! See what happens next!

So she did.

Two minutes later—

Rrrrrrrrriiiiing!

Damn it. "Hello?"

"Hey, there ya are, sexy baby. Guess we got disconnected."

She'd had it. Suddenly, it all came pouring out. Even if she'd wanted to stop it, she wouldn't have been able to now.

"No, actually, in fact I hung up. 'Cause unlike yourself, I've got better things to do than indulge some pitifully useless lard ass chicken shit who gutlessly hides behind the phone like a faceless Internet troll. I said it before, I'll say it again: as this situation currently stands, you, caller, are a psychopath. You need help. Now listen to me. What I want you to do is hang up this phone, put yourself to bed, and begin seeking professional counseling in the morning. Keep calling me, I'll no longer answer. Leave as many the hell voicemails as you please, but once the police show up at your door, the problem's all yours, my friend. We clear?"

Again, only silence followed for a short time.

"What, nothing to say now again?...

"Hm!" Susan chuckled at her. "That's what I thought."

A noise came through the phone. It sounded like...a sniffle??

"OH, my, God. Are you crying, for Christ's sakes?"

Identical sniffles and whimpers ensued. But no more words. Susan could only scoff.

"Wow...you're even more pathetic than I thought. You're not even a woman, are you? You're just a perverted little girl."

More weeping.

"...Yeah, a'right. Well, like I just said twenty-four hours ago, I'm hanging up now, little girl. Go annoy someone else."

Click.





Don't Call ME...



Almost totally.

She had about another half an hour until Jess would get home tonight. Just enough time. She dug into her sock drawer.

And dug. And dug.

So flipping help me, Jess, if you took my—...

Ah. Never mind. You're safe; here it is.

It had actually been a while since she had done this. She hoped she remembered how.

Rrrrrrrrriiiiing!

Geeeez...whoever you are, please make it quick; I'm in the mood here.

"Hello?"

"...Susan?"

"Yes?"

"...It's Patty."

"Oh, hi. Um...how are you?"

"Hornier than a jackrabbit. But that's actually not why I called this time. I just really wanted to thank you again for everything you did for me yesterday. I want you to know that I've made an appointment with a sex therapist and I'm looking into finding a local chapter of A.A. And I owe it all to you."

"Oh, Patty, that's so great. Congratulations. I'm really really proud of you."

"Thanks, Susan. I'm really proud of me too.

"And, um...I didn't star-67 you this time, either. My number's on your caller-ID, just, uh...y'know, just in case."

"Ah. Well, Patty, that's fantabulous, but...could we maybe continue the conversation tomorrow, or another day? I'm, uh..."

Susan'd had a little time to think about Patty and the short time she'd spent with her the previous day. She felt a little bad for her because of her mental maladies, but she also now knew how Patty felt about her. She'd replayed their lunch together in her mind a number of times over. Susan realized she didn't know Patty very well, but from what she did know about her, she seemed a rather remarkable girl. She got the feeling there were many deeper layers to Patty, layers rife with dozens of different interests, hobbies, thoughts, feelings, emotions and characteristics. She always tried to see the good and the unique in friends, acquaintances and even adversaries. She thought she may be missing out by passing up the opportunity to get to know Patty.

As for the girl's raw libidinous enthusiasm, while it didn't quite make the obscene phone calls acceptable, Susan had to respect her willful, adamant attitude to make amends regarding them. Patty may not have been firing on all sexual cylinders, and she was now aware of this and ready to admit and seek help for it. In the meantime, now that the identity had been stripped of its mystery, Patty's at the time anonymous honeyed words to her had in fact managed to stir up something in Susan that she hadn't felt just this strongly about for a time. Perhaps she could be provocative in her own way.

Perhaps she could drop a little verbal indiscretion and see how Patty responded.

And she was in the famous proverbial mood right now.

How might Patty react to a little...teasing?

She finished her sentence.

"...I'm afraid I only have enough energy left tonight to use my vibrildo and hit the hay."

Patty's vagina tingled.

"Oh, you have a vibrildo? No kidding, me too! Aren't they fun??"

"They're a superball. Actually, Patty, I, uh..." She chuckled. "This, eh, this feels a little funny to admit to you, but...I haven't done this for a while. I hope I remember how."

"Really?..." asked Patty. "Y'know, I, uh...I could maybe...talk you through it...if you want?"

"Hmm...that's an interesting idea. I was trying to come up with something to, uh...get my motor runnin', so to speak..."

"Wellllllll, I could tell you what does it for me, but I highly doubt it's the same thing."

Susan giggled.

"Patty, you are a silly goose."

"Well, 'horny' goose would be more accurate. Now...what kind of equipment are you working with? Standard dildy? Hitachi?"

"...IIII...dunno. It's...it's shaped like a phallus, and it's got a little...flicky twangy thing on top."

"...Good Lord, you are rusty, aren't you?? You sure you're not a virgin, Susan?"

"Point taken. Okay, talk to me like I'm four...

"...Teen."

Patty giggled. "This is fun, Susan. I usually pay three dollars a minute for calls like this."

"I see...well, I'll settle for a buck-fifty."

Patty laughed. "Susan, you're so funny."

"I try. So...what do I do first?"

"Well, first we should try to get you pretty revved up...oh, this is gonna be fun..."




To be continued?



Don't Call My Son Names



It was late. The weather was hot and humid, too uncomfortable for sleep. Tahnee Ryder lay in bed, listening angrily through her open bedroom window to the heated discussion taking place between her neighbours Darren and Veronica Smalling.

"God Darren, what are you on about, he's just a kid" Veronica said.

"Kid my arse, he's a sly, dirty bastard and I told you, I don't like the way he looks at you, or the way he speaks to you or the way he fawns over you."

"Oh, for god sake Darren, he's just a nice kid, he's polite, well mannered, he is always happy and he goes out of his way to help me ..."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. No one does that unless they after something and I sure as hell know what he's after"

"Jesus Darren, don't judge others by your own standards. Can't you even see a kind, helpful and decent person when he's in front of you?"

"Not when it's T.I. And what's with that stupid fucking name anyway?"

"Darren, I don't know what you're on about, you're making something where nothing exists. He's just a nice kid and I'm not going to change because of your stupid jealousy. If he's nice to me, which he always is, then I'm going to be just as nice and polite back"

"Don't you fucking mess with me you bloody bitch. If I ever think you're leading him on ... well you want to be fucking careful is all I'm going to say. Just be very fucking careful".

Tahnee gently closed the window. She was angry. Darren had no right to say what he said. Especially Darren, yes she knew a lot about Darren Smalling, first class sleazebag, he would fuck anything on two feet given a chance. Not to mention the number of times he had made advances to her. So to have him criticising her son and his values pissed her off no end. She had brought her son up to be all the things that Veronica said and she was proud of him for adopting her values. God knows it had been hard enough since her husband died without this crap. But she also knew that T.I. had an infatuation with Veronica. Ironically it had only come to her notice a couple of months earlier.

***

"Just had a call from Pete. Off to his place for a couple of hours, gotta go, can't wait. See you mom." T.I. mumbled as he rushed out the door, a smile, a wave, pulling his hoody on as he rushed out the door.

She laughed to herself as she shook her head in amazement. Ah dear, he was such a bundle of energy, but he was a good son, she was proud of him. She went to his room to tidy up. She was surprised to find that his computer was still on, the screen saver rolling through some pictures. Tentatively she sat at his computer. Her mouth went dry and she was wracked with guilt as she pressed the enter button. A blank screen, file headings down the side. She looked nervously over her shoulder as if someone might be there and turned her attention back to the screen. She knew it was wrong, knew it was an invasion of his privacy but she couldn't help herself, she was a mother after all. She clicked on the heading "pics" and it was with some unease that she saw near the bottom of the list one labelled "Veronica".

She pressed enter.

Her mouth dropped open as the file began to load picture after picture. They started from the day three years ago when Veronica and Darren had shifted in next door. They caught her in her home, they caught her at the shops, in the park and there were any number that caught her sun bathing beside her pool wearing the skimpiest of bikinis. In spite of herself she could understand her son's infatuation. Veronica was an attractive 22 year old lady, a very attractive lady. Tallish for a woman at around 5'9" the smooth curves of her body flowed from her shoulders, through her waist, slim hips and shapely legs. Her breasts were full with nipples like oysters. Her face was pretty in a wholesome way. Straight nose, full lips that always seemed to be on the verge of a smile and dark, soft eyes framed by shoulder length auburn hair; the overall package one to admire. The pictures of her laying by the pool with just her thong on would make any man's blood pressure rise. But this was her son, not any man. She calmed her fears in the knowledge that whilst he may have been infatuated with Veronica his behaviour was impeccable, a fact that Veronica had commented on a number of times. "Let's face it" she thought "Every boy has a crush on someone in their life".

***

Tahnee fumed at Darren's comments. She contemplated telling Veronica that Darren had made a number of passes at her. "Passes? More than passes" she thought, "where does groping fit in?" No, it had to be something different and a plan started to hatch in her mind. "If that's what you think then let's make it a self-fulfilling prophesy then". The task difficult but the timing opportune.

A few days later she invited Veronica for a coffee down at Karva's.

"Hi Veronica. Thanks for coming for a coffee with me. Today is..." Tahnee said and she paused, her lip quivering. Veronica could see the emotion wash over Tahnee's face as she fought to control the burning behind her eyes. Tahnee took a deep breath to control herself before going on.

"Today would have been Mark's birthday. You know, it's been 18 months since he passed away ... 18 months, I can't believe it. God I miss him so much. I'm feeling a bit melancholy, I just need to be with someone, a friend to talk with".

For a few, long moments Tahnee stared vacantly into the distance before quietly wiping a tear from her eye. Veronica watched silently as Tahnee absent mindedly ran her index finger around the rim of her coffee cup, her emotions just below the surface. Tahnee took a deep breath and let out a long sigh.

"You know ... Mark was a big man". She paused for a moment. "I don't mean tall, although he was tall enough but he was big ... down there" she said with a wry smile. And Tahnee gave Veronica a sidelong glance to make sure she understood the implications.

Veronica held her breath momentarily in surprise, her mouth forming a silent 'O' at Tahnee's comment but she just looked on silently as Tahnee went on, although her heart beat a little faster, her interest totally focussed.

"Mark had a big cock, I measured it once just after we were married, put a tape measure along the top of his cock, 10 inches, a full 10 inches it was. When I first saw it I was scared, it seemed so big. Then I held it, Jesus, the power, I could feel the blood pulsing inside, his cock throbbing in my hand. And I knew it was for me. God it was beautiful, beautiful to look at, beautiful to ... well you know" she said wistfully. Tahnee shook her head, "God, how did I get on to that, look stop me if I'm getting too personal, if you think I'm out of bounds" Tahnee said giving Veronica an embarrassed smile.

"No, not at all, I'm here to listen, you go wherever you want" Veronica answered. Her mouth was dry, her heart was pounding in her chest and she could feel a hot flush in her groin. The last thing she wanted was for Tahnee to stop now. This was more than interesting; it was raw and exciting. "What are friends for if they can't help in a moment of need" she said smiling, desperately wanting to hear more.

"Thanks veronica, you are the best." Tahnee took a sip of her coffee and settled back in her chair. For a moment she looked with vacant eyes before continuing quietly.

"We used to have sex every night ... apart from when I had the curse of course. And even then I used to do things to keep him, interested, shall we say. You can't imagine just how good sex is until you've had it with a big cock. The feeling as he puts the massive head into the folds of your pussy, the way he works the bulb to gently stretch you, God you feel like you're going to split in two, then the incredible feeling as your pussy stretches to take that massive head and he is inside you. God, I could never control myself, always moaned out loud when he entered me. But he was gentle, always gentle. He would slowly work that beautiful cock into me, inch by inch, thrust - withdraw - thrust until he buried it to the hilt. God it was so good. You never really get used to that feeling; it's always like the first time, so beautiful.

"I don't think I can find the words to describe the incredible feelings of taking a big cock. I mean, it's inside you, it's there, you are full, everywhere, stretched to the max along the length of it, stretched around it. God, a solid pole of throbbing meat driven into you by the man you love. You can't breathe, can't think, you're just consumed by the heat of the sex. And that's before he starts to fuck you with it. The strokes, god they go forever. Long, slow, touching every part of your cunt, god it's so sexy, so fucking erotic. So much love." Tahnee sat silently, reflecting for a moment.

"You scream, you moan, you make all sorts of noises, the pleasure is so intense, you can't help it. Sometimes you think you can hold back but you can't. The cock consumes you, you know you're going to orgasm, every time. Not that you don't want to of course but it's between your legs, your stretched cunt, your clit feels like it's going to explode, the head of his cock is battering your cervix wanting to blast his seed straight into your womb and your body knows it. When it hits you you're just like a rag doll impaled on his cock, arms grasping him to you, legs going all over the place, you just lay your head back and let your vocal chords go. If it wasn't so good I might have been embarrassed. I hear stories about women who get bored or feel sex is demeaning, they've never had a real man between their legs I can assure you."

Veronica clamped her legs together to stop the trembling between her thighs. She looked breathlessly at Tahnee and felt a stab of compassion as their eyes met and Veronica could see the water in Tahnee's eyes.

"Men" Tahnee said quietly. "Mark was my mate, my soul mate, we didn't argue, we didn't fight. I loved him so, I miss him so much. But at least I have a part of him with T.I. Thank god I have him, he is such a beautiful boy. He's so much like Mark. I shouldn't complain".

Veronica sat quietly, amazed but excited at Tahnee's personal revelations.

Tahnee was quiet for a minute, then she chuckled quietly to herself. "Ah T.I. now there's a story" she said. She slowly took a sip of her coffee before continuing.

"T.I. is like his dad. I think he was about 8 or 9 when he came home one day in tears. I rushed to him in a panic thinking something was wrong."

"I'm a freak mom, the kids called me a freak' he sobbed to me. Then he pulled his pants down and pointed to his cock. 'They called me a freak, they laughed at me and called me a horse. There's something wrong with me" he said tears streaming down his gorgeous little face as he displayed his juvenile cock. God you could see he was big even at that age.

"I can recall holding him till he stopped crying then I told him that one day he would be thankful for what he had down there. That all the boys would be jealous of him and all the girls would love him. "Who cares about the girls" he said. "Ah how the young change. He didn't believe me at the time but I'm sure he does now."

She paused and took a sip of her lukewarm coffee.

"T.I., do you know how he got the nickname T.I.?" she said giving Veronica a wry smile.

Veronica just shook her head, mute, engrossed, breathlessly excited; wet.

"He was 13 I think, maybe going on 14, I'm not sure but somewhere around there. He never told me the full story but one way or another, his mates must have measured him, not his height, his cock, who knows what boys get up to. T.I. - ten inches ... at that age. God he was just a kid. He's grown taller since then and I know from the glimpses I've seen of him that he's bigger than Mark. Can you believe that? Ah, my boy, my lovely boy".

"He never talks to me about girls, one thing about him is that he is discrete, but I'm sure he has been with a few. He certainly gets plenty of phone calls but there are some things boys just don't discuss with their moms. I think there is someone he likes, someone who he has a crush on but I sort of suspect she must have a boyfriend or something, but I'm not sure. Just so long as he doesn't get anyone pregnant. I've found the odd condom or two in his pockets, extra extra large, as you do."

Tahnee smiled and shook her head. "Fuck, how did I get onto all that? Ah, sex, god at some stage I guess I'm going to have to find the right guy and give him a good time, or he can give me a good time. Who knows? It's sure as hell not going to happen here. Who is going to look at me when I'm anywhere near you, you fucking gorgeous looking bitch" she said laughing at Veronica. The mood lightening.

Tahnee sighed and held Veronica's eyes. "Look, thanks for listening. I'm really sorry to be so ... oh, fucked if I know ... sad, miserable, boring, whatever but ..." and she shrugged, placing her hand on Veronica's forearm. "Thanks Veronica, truly thanks, you are the best friend I've ever had".

Veronica leaned over to Tahnee and gave her a warm hug. "Anytime Tahnee, I'm here for you anytime." And as she held Tahnee she could feel the wetness between her legs and the picture burning her mind was that of T.I. and a long 10 inch cock. Which was exactly the response that Tahnee hoped for.

Tahnee arrived home before Veronica. T.I. came out to meet her as Veronica pulled into her drive. "Veronica is home, why don't you go and help her with her shopping" suggested Tahnee. 

"Sure mom" he said eager to be anywhere near Veronica. 

Veronica could feel her legs trembling as T.I. jogged to her car. "Here, let me take these Mrs Smalling" he said leaning into the boot of her car and loading the shopping. Veronica smiled, afraid to speak. She could feel the dryness in her mouth, the wetness in her cunt and the thunder in her chest as she eyed his body, her mind imagining images of his cock. 

On impulse Veronica leaned in and gave him a kiss on the cheek as he placed the shopping on her kitchen table. "Thanks T.I. you're sweet" she said in defiance of her husband's comments and in recognition of the heat his presence was generating in her body. When he left she crossed her legs trying to control the tingling sensation between her legs.

When T.I. left Veronica went straight to her bedroom. She was shocked at her appearance as she looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was flushed and the two hard buds of her aroused nipples stood out prominently in the front of her blouse. 

"Oh god" she said as her hands cupped her breasts and she squeezed her nipples. She sucked in a breath and almost doubled over with emotion as she felt an electric charge that went from her nipples to her moist pussy.

Veronica's eyes dropped to the vanity top and settled on the cans of spray deodorant and her husband's shaving cream. Almost in a daze she reached out and picked one up. She stared for a moment. "Fuck, that's only about 8 inches" and she could feel a flush of arousal in her pussy as she tried to imagine an extra two inches in length.

"Fucking hell, enough" she thought. "I'm acting like a fucking bitch on heat. I'm a married woman for god sake. Off limits, off limits, Christ" she muttered shaking her head angrily at herself. 

But the seed was planted in fertile ground. As much as she tried not to, she couldn't help but think about T.I. and a 10 inch cock. "Shit" she blurted out, angry at herself as she picked up a tape measure. Embarrassed, she crept into her bathroom and measured the various cans. "Oh my god" she muttered quietly to herself as she compared the tubes to her measure and the stark reality of size hit her when she placed a tube against her body and saw it extend beyond her belly button.

Veronica lay back on her bed. She dropped one hand to her heated pussy and slowly slipped a finer into her dripping cunt. "Ahhh" she sighed as her fingers started to work their magic in her sex. As she finger fucked herself and teased her engorged clit with her thumb, she closed her eyes and allowed her mind to dream of T.I. covering her and filling her cunt with his massive shaft. And she was dreaming of him pumping her body as her body convulsed in wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure. 

"Oh god, I can't ever allow that to happen again. Christ, what would Tahnee think if she knew I had orgasmed dreaming of her son? She would hate me. No, never again. He is just a kid and I'm a married woman. That's it, done, finished, never again." But she found it hard not to mentally compare everything to 10 inches as she did her housework.

Thereafter Tahnee took every opportunity to ensure Veronica and T.I. were close over the next few weeks in the lead up to his birthday. Suddenly, it seemed to Veronica that she was being overwhelmed. T.I. seemed to be around her often helping everywhere, when he wasn't thoughts of him overwhelmed her mind and at night the incessant, wild sexual dreams left her exhausted and frustrated each morning. 

Two weeks later it was T.I.'s 18th birthday. They had a party at Tahnee's house to which Veronica, but not Darren, attended. Veronica spent the afternoon with Tahnee helping to prepare the food and setting. Between them they finished off a bottle of white wine so they were both warm and tipsy by the time Veronica left to shower and dress for the party. Veronica was feeling a bit nervous as she dressed. She wore heals, jeans and a sexy black shoestring top that showed plenty of cleavage. Casual but sexy, just so long as her husband didn't see her.

T.I. was flushed when he realised that Veronica had come alone. He paired off with her on the pretext of introducing her to the various groups to the stage that he had virtually assumed the role of her date for the evening. And Veronica found him to be a perfect host: attentive, inclusive, funny, engaging and entertaining. Gradually she relaxed and joined in the conversations as an equal, laughing and having fun. T.I. gradually made light contact before the occasional arm around her waist as he ushered her from one group to another. Tahnee smiled to herself as she watched the interaction. She noted with some satisfaction as Veronica started to inadvertently preen herself. 

Veronica excused herself to go to the toilet. She knew she had been drinking more than normal and was flushed being around T.I. The toilet was in use so she waited her turn when she overheard a conversation between two girls.

"Who is the chick with T.I." she heard from around the corner.

"That's his neighbour" was the reply. "She's married".

"Jesus, she is drop dead gorgeous. Thank god she's married. So who is her husband, I haven't seen her with anyone but T.I.?"

"He's not here, she came by herself to help Tahnee out".

"Fuck, I wouldn't let anything like that out alone, especially around T.I."

"Why do you say that, do you think he's fucking her?"

"Who knows. If he isn't I'm sure he would like to. Have you seen the way T.I. looks at her? Fucking hell, I wish he would look at me like that. I was hoping to hook up with him tonight. Mind you, if she ever gets to ride that cock she sure as hell won't want to give it up."

"Maybe she should back off if she can then?"

"No. She probably has an inkling of what's in his mind, nothing wrong with flirting I guess, but she wouldn't know what T.I. has in his pants. If she did she would jump him tonight while she's free. Living next door, shit gotta be opportunities there. Look, if you had the chance to get laid by T.I., to have that monster cock of his inside you, you would do it anytime. If you didn't you would regret it every day for the rest of your life. Trust me, you will always want more but you will never regret it. As someone once said, better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. The bitch is fucking hot and he's obviously got the hots for her. If I was her I would spread my legs for him tonight: if her husband is stupid enough to let her out by herself then more fool him."




Don't Call My Son Names



"So what are you going to do?"

"I came here tonight to fuck T.I. so I'm going to try to get him away from that married slut. Ah but if I can't, then I'll give Dave a ring and take my frustrations out on him. I'm sure he won't complain. What is a boyfriend for after all?" she laughed.

Veronica was thankful as she took her turn in the toilet. Her legs were trembling with emotion as she sat. She closed her eyes as she peed. Her pussy felt swollen and aroused, she had a yearning in the pit of her stomach but she was angry at the unknown girl's comments too. Suddenly she felt an inevitability about the relationship with T.I. 

"Christ, it feels like I'm being seduced by everyone except him. Oh god, what am I doing, I want him, I want to fuck him, I want to feel what it's like" she thought. "It's not going to happen, it's not. I'm married. Jesus."

So when she left the toilet it was with mixed feelings as she went to see if Tahnee needed some help. 

"Tahnee, your son is a very special guy" Veronica said sipping her drink.

"I told you that when we were at Karva's café" she laughed.

"Oh god, I wasn't thinking of THAT" Veronica replied choking on her words as she felt her face blushing furiously. "God you are incorrigible Tahnee. Anyway, I will just have to take your word on that won't I?" 

"Ha ha, well, I don't know, will you? If you have any doubts I'm sure that a smart girl like you could find out somehow" Tahnee responded with a laugh. But there no laughter behind the look she gave Veronica as she spoke.

"TAHNEE" Veronica stuttered in a flushed voice. Tahnee noted with satisfaction the absence of any offence or eye contact as Veronica blushed furiously. 

Veronica took a big sip of wine to quell the butterflies in her stomach but she knew that whatever resolve she had was shattered.

"Hmmppff" she huffed. With that she filled her glass of wine, gave a theatrical flick of her head and with hair flying commented "if this is how I'm going to be treated by my best friend bitch, then I'm going to find somewhere that I'm appreciated". She stopped and took a fresh beer in her other hand. "Just in case he needs any encouragement" she said poking her tongue out at Tahnee and went straight to T.I.'s side. With a big smile she handed him the beer. T.I. was in heaven as Veronica pouted and flirted with him for the rest of the night.

When she got home later she crept into bed beside her sleeping husband. She admitted to herself that she did not want to have sex with Darren that night. She knew she was heading into dangerous territory as she slipped a finger down to her burning pussy as she knowingly dreamed of T.I. mounting her and making love to her. Embracing her dream she stroked her clit as she slowly brought herself to a shuddering orgasm dreaming of T.I. pounding his meat into her.

The following day was Saturday

"How would you like to have dinner at Dino's with Veronica and me tonight?" Tahnee asked and was not surprised when T.I.'s eyes lit up as he said he would love to.

"Look, I haven't told her I've invited you so how about just giving me a call at 6.00pm on the dot and telling me that ... it's your birthday, you're a man now, you should have a good time" and they agreed on the story. T.I. thought it somewhat strange but any opportunity to spend time with Veronica wasn't going to be turned down.

***

It was almost 6.00pm. Tahnee and Veronica had just sat down and ordered a drink when Tahnee's phone rang. "It's T.I." she said looking at the screen before answering.

"Hi baby, what's up?" queried Tahnee as Veronica listened to the one sided conversation.

"Oh, when did that happen? 

"Ah dear, that's too bad. 

"So where are you now?

"Well what do you plan to do?

"What alone? I'm not sure about that.

"Look, I'm at Dino's with Veronica. Have you had dinner?

"No, well we are just about to order. You can join us if you like. Come and join us, we want you to.

"No, no, Veronica won't mind. No, look she's smiling, aren't you smiling Veronica? She's smiling. Come over baby, we will wait for you, but not all night, get your ass into gear and come straight over.

"Love you baby. See you soon".

Tahnee gave a shrug of her shoulders.

"Kids. Ummm, is that all right?" she muttered through a knowing smile.

"Like you give me any choice. God you're a bitch Tahnee. It's just as well I love you" Veronica chuckled. "Of course he can come" she said needlessly and she could feel the now familiar heat in her groin.

Ten minutes later T.I. arrived. He smiled and slid into the booth beside Veronica. 

No sooner had they ordered than two gorgeous looking girls came up to the table smiling at T.I.

"Hi Mrs Foster, Mrs Smalling. T.I. we are having a drink then going to Romano's later. Um, do you want to come" one of the girls said with her best come on smile while giving Veronica a long, hard stare. "Gonna be a lot of fun". 

Veronica recognised the voices as the girls from the party.

"Thanks Jane but I think I will give it a miss tonight. But thanks anyway".

"Awww, we'll miss you T.I." she said leaning over to give him a quick kiss on his cheek. "But if you change your mind I'm sure you will enjoy yourself" she said with a sexy look back over her shoulder as she sauntered away, her hips swinging seductively.

"They are very attractive young girls" said Tahnee admiringly.

"Yes, and they are also very nice people with it" commented T.I. quietly.

"Look, don't feel that you have to stay with us. If you want to go with them it's ok." Tahnee said a little guiltily.

"No, I'm more than happy here mom." He passed for a moment then smiled as he turned to Veronica. 

"Well, how do you like that, do you think she's trying to get rid of me already?" he joked as he pouted at her. "Hey I think she's jealous because I'm sitting next to you" he said putting an arm around Veronica. And with a sudden urge he pulled her to him and gave her a quick kiss on the lips.

Veronica pulled back, eyes wide, her mouth hanging open in surprise.

Tahnee squealed and clapped her hands in delight. 

"Oh, Veronica, if you could only see the look on your face. Priceless" she chortled, doubled over in mirth.

Veronica stared at Tahnee, her face flushed. "Well, if you think she's going to be jealous at that..." she said turning to T.I. And with that she leaned into him, put one hand around his neck and drew his lips to hers. Holding him to her she gave him a full, passionate kiss. It only took a couple of seconds for him to overcome his surprise before she felt his lips respond, soften, then unmistakably she felt his arm gently pull her to him. Without warning she could only think of 10 inches of cock and she felt a hot flush through her body. She felt his lips part and his tongue quickly flick between hers, probing as he held her to him, the kiss lingering well beyond any version of innocent fun. She realised her body was on fire as she somewhat reluctantly broke the kiss. She knew she was blushing, could feel the heat in her face as she licked her lips tentatively.

"Now, if she wants to be jealous then that's worth being jealous about" she said, her voice wavering uncertainly. And she was conscious of his arm around her holding her close to him, he not wanting to let her go, and she not wanting him to either. Slowly, reluctantly she felt his arm slip from her shoulders but he never moved an inch away from her. She could feel the heat between her legs.

Suddenly they all were quiet. The uneasy silence was broken as the waiter came and delivered their orders. The talk was muted as they ate their meal and the night would have ended early other than Sam, a friend of Tahnee's stopped at their table.

"Tahnee, hi, how are you going" he said smiling at the group.

Tahnee made the introductions. 

"Look if you are here by yourself you are welcome to join us, although we've just finished eating" she said to Sam.

And with the introduction of Sam the tensions at the table fell away as the group dynamics changed. As they talked and developed a degree of familiarity the band started playing and a few couples took to the floor.

T.I. took Veronica's hand and slid out of the booth.

"May I have this dance please?" he said formally, tilting his head to her and smiling.

She smiled back at him, had a quick, nervous glance at Tahnee who smiled and nodded to her then slid out of the booth to join him. T.I. tried not to stare but he could feel a surge of arousal as he looked at Veronica. She always dressed well but the hot red micro mini left little to the imagination, her shoulders bare, apart from her long hair which hung down to the small of her back, the plunging neck line displaying the fullness of her breasts and the full length of her shapely thighs open to view as the mini just covered her crutch line. Every man in the restaurant cast an envious glance at her as she followed T.I. to the floor. At 22 years of age she was at the prime of her life and it showed. 

She was surprised as T.I. reached around and pulled her to him, their thighs and body touching. She was even more surprised as they started to dance and she realised that he was an accomplished dancer. As she followed his lead fluently he became more adventurous with the dance steps. She matched him step for step. When a jive finished the set they both bowed to the small group gathered around them who offered polite applause.

And they were both laughing freely as they slid into the booth, a sheen of sweat on their face.

"Bravo, you two looked quite wonderful together" said Sam admiringly as he raised his glass to them. Then the group relaxed, comfortable in each other's company.

At the next set they all got up to dance. T.I. and Veronica settled into a comfortable rhythm, enjoying the music, the closeness of their bodies and the feeling that comes with being as one on the dance floor. Dance at the highest levels is erotic and sexual as the male adopts the dominant role and Veronica was very aware that his dancing had a natural sexuality to it. She relaxed and enjoyed her role.

When next they sat at their booth she was aware of his closeness, his thigh touching hers. But she made no move away from him. Then she was struck with a conscious thought, a reflection that she had not been this happy, had not had such a fun and enjoyable night for some time, well years in fact. Inevitably her mind wandered to her conversations with Tahnee and she felt a nervous flutter in her lower stomach as she visualised mental pictures of T.I. and a 10 inch cock.

Sam was showing obvious interest in Tahnee and the table quickly became as two pairs. Veronica knew she had had too much to drink but hey, we're all friends here and it was safe in the sense that both she and T.I. would be going home with Tahnee. She felt she could enjoy herself without any threat or feelings of guilt. Gradually, and at Sam's lead, closely followed by Tahnee, the talk became increasingly flirty and suggestive. Veronica didn't mind, it was all harmless fun and, she reflected, she couldn't remember the last time she was so relaxed and having so much fun. And it was fun; they danced, laughed and shared jokes. At some point she became aware that T.I. had his arm around her and his hand was gently stroking her back. She wasn't sure how long he had being doing it but it was harmless and anyway, it felt nice.

When next they stood to dance she felt a little unsteady on her feet. "Whew, I think I've had a bit too much to drink T.I." she said. "Don't you let me fall" she giggled as he circled his arms around her waist. She had no other recourse than to put her arms around his neck as he pulled her close to him. She dropped her head to his shoulder and closed her eyes as he slowly waltzed her around the floor. She was in a dreamy state, allowing herself to be seduced by the music and the slow rhythm. And it came as no real surprise to her to find that they were standing in the same spot, swaying to the music with his lips gently kissing hers. She looked into his eyes as she broke the kiss. She was nervous but didn't make any move to push him away and she knew she had crossed a line as she made no move to stop him when he slowly brought his lips to hers again. She could feel a disturbing flutter of guilt as she felt his tongue part her lips and seek hers. This time she didn't break the kiss.

For the first time she was unsure of herself as she returned to her table. She knew she was losing a moral battle with her arousal but was comforted by the fact that nothing could happen that evening, she was safe for now and would confront her demons the following day. Thus it was with some relief that Tahnee indicated that they should go to the toilet.

When Tahnee and Veronica entered the ladies Tahnee quickly checked to make sure that they were alone.

"Veronica, I don't know how to say this but could you do me a big, big favour" she said putting a hand on Veronica's forearm. "I've told you before that I haven't had sex since Mark died. Well tonight I want to get laid by Sam. But I can't take Sam home if T.I. comes with us. It just won't work that way, I need to get him alone. Hon, Sam wants it, I want it. God I've forgotten what it's like. I can get Sam to take me home but it's got to be to an empty house. Please, please, please can I ask you to let T.I. drive you home and stay at your place for an hour or so while Sam and I make out together. God it's been so long and it's time I got back on the horse so to speak. Sam's a nice guy and I so want it tonight."

"But isn't he married?"

"Yes he is, and I know that. I know what you are thinking. In fact it's part of the attraction. It's discreet. He's not going to be bragging about having sex with me is he? But don't be too quick to judge. 

"He has been married for some time. As he said, when they first got married he and his wife had a wonderful sex life. They both enjoyed sex anywhere, anytime. It was exciting and she was open to experimenting. But since then it's been a gradual decline. She is a professional and her work has now become her life, more important than her marriage it would seem. At work she's a somebody. She leaves early, comes home late, goes off to conferences by herself and has a great time while he looks after the house by himself. 

"In all fairness, he has had the occasional thoughts about whether she is playing around but hasn't really wanted to know the truth. He's afraid of what it means. I know he worries when she goes to conferences. Early in the piece she would ring him from her hotel room. Then gradually the calls stopped and he started ringing her. Then there were the times he rang at night when she should be in her room but there is no answer. Now she rarely ever answers. Once he rang and was sure he heard someone else in her room but she denied it. He thinks he sees sly looks and muted jokes from her workmates when they have work functions. Sometimes the excuses just don't seem to add up but hey, you know how it is, sometimes he feels it's just better to let things lie. We all do that.

"She has let herself go a bit and now sex is more likely to be monthly than nightly. When they do have sex it's always missionary and she seems to just want to get it over with. As he says, it seems more a duty for her than love making. 

"So, I guess I could moralise but I really want it, we both do. We are consenting adults, absolutely no one will ever know so no one will get hurt. Surely we are all entitled to a bit of pleasure in our life. If we pass it up tonight the chance will never come again. Is that so bad? 

"Veronica, if you feel embarrassed, if you feel I'm compromising you in any way then say no. I will fully understand." She said looking, pleading.

None of it was true about Sam of course but Tahnee knew that most of it was for Veronica.

As Tahnee pleaded the story Veronica had hung on every word, because she could identify with everything that Tahnee said. 

"My god" she thought. "That's me. That's me. She could be giving a perfect description of my life. Everything, everything she said is true of me." And she felt a stab of despair as she momentarily confronted the sad realisation of her own fears for her marriage and of her own boring sex life. I know how he feels, I know what it's like, the fear, the uncertainty, and the relief when nothing bad happens. Oh god, am I a victim too?"

Veronica pulled Tahnee to her and gave her a warm hug.

"Of course I will help. As long as T.I. doesn't mind baby sitting an old tart of course" she laughed. And she looked into Tahnee's eyes. "If you're going to do it then do it right hey. Don't rush on my account. Take your time and enjoy yourself".

Tahnee hugged Veronica tight. 

"Oh Veronica. You're just the best friend a girl can have. And I'm sure T.I. won't mind at all but enough of this old tart bit if you don't mind or I will start thinking you're talking about me". And they both linked arms laughing as they exited the ladies."

"You two seem happy with yourself" said Sam when they returned.

"That's what happens when you have good friends" said Tahnee. "Very good friends. I'm just going to have a dance with my beautiful son if you don't mind" she said giving Veronica a knowing smile. And Tahnee took T.I. to the dance floor.

"Baby listen to me. We are all going to leave in a few minutes but not as you might have thought. I'm going to go home with Sam and yes, he's going to stay a while. I've spoken with Veronica and you're going to drive her home and stay at her place for a while." 

She reached up and stroked the side of his face.

"Baby I know you are infatuated with Veronica. I've seen the pictures on your computer and I've seen the way you look at her." As she said the words she felt his body stiffen. "Baby, it's ok with me. Look, you may never get another chance to be alone with her so don't waste it. I know she likes you. Just remember, nothing is going to happen by itself. If you want to make love to her then you might just have to take a chance. She's married, afraid, but a woman often needs to be led to where she wants to be. But gently, firmly but gently. As much as I can do, she's my present to you, happy birthday baby"

And with that she gave him a gentle kiss and took his hand, leading him to where Sam and Veronica were collecting their things.

***

The following day Tahnee received a call from an emotional Veronica asking to meet for a coffee at Karva's again. When she arrived Tahnee could see Veronica was flushed and disturbed.

"Tahnee, T.I.'s coming in a few minutes but I had to speak to you first. I owe you an apology. I've breached a trust between us. You're going to hate me and I can't blame you." 

Tahnee watched as Veronica fought her emotions. She was quiet for some time.

"I slept with T.I. last night. All night. We did it, how many times? Not just once, I don't know, I seemed to be cumming all night. I lost count, lost control. I'm so sorry." she blurted out. "Oh, fuck. We ... he ... he stayed at my place last night and didn't go home until just before sun up. There was no one around so you don't have to worry about gossip or anything. Well maybe you do, you will. Look, I didn't mean it, I mean we didn't PLAN anything it sort of just happened. You know what it's like, the drink, the dancing, our bodies pressed together. God, after the first time, well he wanted more, and so did I, so things sort of went from there. We talked, he played with my body, we had sex a second and then a third time, it just seemed to be continuous. And then it was morning, time for him to go before people started getting up. Christ, I could hardly walk.

"When we got to my place I went to my room to put on something more comfortable. Oh god, that sounds so ... so obvious. But it wasn't like that. I really just got out of my shoes and let my hair down, loose. 




Don't Call My Son Names



"I was only gone for a minute. When I got back he had opened two beers and put on some soft dance music, I mean, how did he know where my music is. We drank our beer, well he finished his pretty quickly, I really didn't need any more but I was so nervous I had some anyway. God if I had realised how drunk I was. But he's such a nice guy and then he held me and we started to dance. Well you know how good a dancer he is. We sort of melted together, it was dreamy then somehow or other I realised he was kissing me again. And I thought ..." she let it drift. She couldn't tell Tahnee how aroused she was, that at the time she was thinking of T.I.'s cock, more, was pushing her pelvis forward feeling for him.

"I could have pushed him away, should have. I should have been outraged, but. He held me tight. Then before I knew it I felt his hand on my breast, we were still dancing, kissing and he just fondled my breast, played with my nipple, squeezed it, rolled it. Why didn't I stop him? I should have but it was all so nice. Somehow I couldn't. 

"Then I could feel ..." and she took a few deep breaths. Tahnee could see Veronica blushing.

"Oh god Tahnee. When you spoke to me about Mark, how big he was, how good it was. God, I could feel T.I.'s arousal. It's wrong, I know it's wrong, you will probably think I'm a slut but I wanted him - and I knew he wanted me. We both knew it. If I had said anything I know he would have stopped, but I couldn't.

"He simply picked me up and carried me to my bedroom. I never even noticed him unzip my dress but it was on the ground and he knelt before me taking my thong off. I was naked in front of him and he just leaned into me and licked my pussy. Christ I nearly exploded. It was all I could do to stay on my feet as he pushed my legs further apart. How do kids learn to do that? And he was good, oh he was so good. He took his time teasing my slit, slowly licking from top to bottom then back again, then side to side before he poked his tongue right up my cunt. I nearly sat on him. Then when he started to suck on my clit; ah fuck I was gone. I don't know how you didn't hear me screaming. You know, Darren would never give me oral sex, thought it was dirty. But T.I. god, he licked me, sucked me, poked his tongue into me, I was so wet he was drinking my nectar, it was so nice. 

"I collapsed back on the bed. I was on fire. I needed him. He slowly undressed, how the fuck he could maintain any control at that time ... I was lost, burning with desire. I wanted to be fucked. Not by Darren, by T.I. I wanted him and I was going to have him. Then I saw his cock. Oh ... my ... god. I know you told me about it but fuck me. So long, so thick, no words can prepare you for the sight of it. I was scared. But he was so gentle, what a man, what a lover.

"He took his time; I just wanted him to put it in. But he knew what I needed. He played with my boobs for what seemed forever. He kept telling me how much he loved my boobs, how much he loved me. All the time I'm getting hotter, I'm burning with desire, with lust. Just do it I said, fuck me, for god sake fuck me I pleaded, begged actually. But he said that wasn't enough; he wanted more. He said that by the time we got out of bed in the morning he wanted everything; my mind, my heart and my body. Then he started playing with my body and by god he was playing my song. 

"When he dropped his hand down to my pussy ... he traced his finger tips all the way down my body ... I could feel him getting there, knew it was coming ... then his fingers were in it, in my cunt. I was soaked. I didn't need much foreplay and I was ready.

"Finally he mounted me. I was almost fainting with desire, raw lust. God that cock. He ran the head through my slit coating it with my love juice. God it was so nice, so smooth. Then he put the head at the entrance to my cunt. I pulled my knees up and spread my legs as wide as I could for him. But it was so tight, for a moment I didn't think it would go in then it did. The head popped in. It was so good, I was spread. He waited, I was dying, wanting more, desperate. I reached behind him urging him to fill me. Fill me! I never knew what that meant. He worked it in, inch by glorious inch, just when I thought I couldn't take any more he pushed another inch in, then another, surely there couldn't be any more. I was gone. I just kept begging him to fuck me.

"Then he started to do just that. How he used that cock. He was gentle, slow, said he didn't want to hurt me. He kept telling me how much he loved me, oh it sounded so good to hear those words while he was fucking me. He could have killed me and I wouldn't have cared, I was already in heaven. And he was like a machine, like a huge piston pumping in and out of my dripping cunt. I could feel it coming. And he knew it too.

"I was exhausted but he whispered in my ear 'cum for me baby'. I totally lost it, I screamed as I came. There was nothing I could do to stop it. I've heard people describe it as waves of pleasure but it was more like an explosion ripping through my body. I could feel my toes curl up, my finger nails digging into his back as I pulled him into me, and it was as if this huge explosion of pleasure was being held in by my skin. And it came again, and again. I was exhausted, dripping with sweat and then I felt him cum inside me. I don't think I have ever felt so good in my life, so pleased that he was cumming. I reached around and fondled his balls as he filled me. He said it was the most intense moment of his life and I cried. He didn't see the tears as they mingled with my sweat, our sweat, but I was so in love. God I wish I wasn't protected, I really wished that he had made me pregnant at that time. And that was just the first time.

"He was right, by the time we got out of bed he owned all of me."

Veronica's eyes flicked up to look at Tahnee guiltily before she quickly looked away.

"Um, but there's more. He said he loves me and that he's not prepared to give me up. That's why he gave me this" she said undoing her scarf and pointing to the savage love bite on her neck. "He said once he gives me this there's no going back. He said he's going to sort it out with Darren. Tahnee I tried to stop him, I really did, I told him it was all going too fast. I told him Darren can be dangerous, violent but he didn't want to listen. He just smiled at me and said not to worry, I was his woman now, he would take care of everything, he was so calm. He was adamant, I was his woman and nothing was going to come between us. Tahnee, I'm so sorry I breached your trust. What are we going to do? He wants me and I want him. I'm in love with him, he's my man."

Tahnee looked at Veronica. She could see the wetness in her eyes and the lines of worry etched on her face. She shared Veronica's concern. She knew Darren could be violent. Things had gone further than she anticipated but she rationalised that her son knew what he was about.

"I take it T.I. was not an unwilling participant then?"

A wry smile spread across Veronica's face. "Unwilling, ah no, he was a very willing and active participant."

"Kids. What am I going to do with you both? Jesus you will be a bitch of a daughter" she said with a chuckle.

For a moment Veronica sat stunned, unsure of what she heard.

"You, you don't mind then, you're not upset with me" she said with a rising hope in her voice.

"What, the two people I love most in this world getting together. What's not to like. Speaking of the devil here he comes now."

"Oh god, I love him Tahnee, I really do. What am I going to do if he changes his mind, you know, if it was just a ... a fling, a one night stand ... what if he just saw me as a conquest?"

Tahnee could feel for Veronica as she quickly looked to the door of the café but she had the advantage of knowing how T.I. felt about Veronica. Veronica stood, and Tahnee noticed the uncertain clasping of the hands as she waited for him. She wouldn't have been the first woman left crying the following morning. But any fears Veronica had were washed away as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her passionately on the lips, his hands roaming possessively over her backside as he did. As he broke the kiss he just leaned back slightly, looking at her and smiling.

"Hi beautiful" he said looking into her eyes.

Tahnee couldn't miss the look of love in both their eyes as they sat. T.I. looked confident, composed and in control; Veronica was lit up like a Christmas tree, her eyes sparkling and her smile on her face spread through the rest of her body. "Mom, I don't know what she has told you but the short story is that we are together, we are an item and we are going to get married."

"Huh, what, but what about ... what about Darren" Veronica nearly choked.

"Done. I spoke to him this morning, told him a few facts of life and we agreed to sign the separation and divorce papers as soon as I get them drafted up. 

"But, but, you don't know him, he can be violent, honey be careful" she said with a worried look on her face.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. He gave a confident laugh. "But I do know him sweetheart, more than he could ever know: he just didn't know me and how much I want you. He does now and he is more than happy to sign off on the divorce as soon as it is ready. You will never see him again. Baby, I would prefer not to talk about this but I guess you need to know. I will only skim this once but let's just say your husband was a cheating arsehole, and I have some evidence to prove it. He screwed one of my friends, just a friend I might add. And ... well let's just say she looks a lot older than she is, jail bait they call it. I put it to him, he knew the score, knew I was deadly serious so he agreed to the divorce. It's all over and you will never have to worry about him any more. In front of my mother I make this promise to you. I love you, but you already know that, and I will never cheat on you nor will I ever give you reason to think that I am."

A tear squeezed from her eye and ran down her cheek as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him. She parted her legs slightly as she felt his hand gently stroke the inside of her thigh.

She turned to his mother and they all smiled. Each happy with their own secrets.



Don't Call The Fire Department



A man and a woman get together, and get married or live together. They are both basically normal, have normal brains. They are attracted to each other. They make love two or three times a day. They fuck like rabbits. He eats her cunt and makes her cry out in pleasure. He indulges her by going in the backdoor, without tearing her apart. She returns the favor to him on occasion, with one of her toys. She gives the love of her life a great blowjob anytime he wants. As a wake up call.

They like to take showers together. They watch porn, kama sutra videos. They watch sexy and romantic TV and movies of every genre. All they think about is sex, with each other, romantic erotic couplings of every kind. They are truly traditional and monogamous. Candlelight dinners while she wears sexy lingerie. She wears nothing in the kitchen. They do it on the couch, they fuck on the living room floor, he bangs her in the shower. They make love hungrily at the end of the day, and fall asleep in each others' arms with the TV set still on.

One day something happens and the couple has a change in their plans. On a Monday night she gets involved in a TV movie. There's a friend just down the road, who once lived four hundred miles away. She is on the phone for an hour or longer. The couple are distracted, tired. They shoot for Tuesday night. Tuesday night comes and she has to go see her sister. She hasn't seen or sister for a month. The two women go out for drinks and the sister is down. Because her boyfriend took her to Bangcock only twice last week. Lucky you, our heroine giggles. You get a fortune cookie? She thinks, nibbling her lip.

Wednesday night the horny couple decide to a Spencer's to check out the adult store just for fun.

They drive home and she is covertly jerking her guy off through his jeans. They shuck off their nice clothes as they walk through the back door, and a member of a local charity group calls. On both phones the couple listen quietly to the woman talk for thirty minutes. The woman wants to enlist the help for a Salvation Army drive. The group wants the guy to help Friday afternoon and can his wife come to help Saturday morning at 7 a.m?

Thursday morning the earnest lovers are awake at 5:30. She starts sucking his hard member and soon he is fucking his wife/consort from behind. She is on her knees and he is on his knees. Both are quietly humping each other without distractions in the early morning light. Her head is buried in the pillow. He goes to work and she goes back to sleep, counting the hours until she goes to her part-time job at noon. 

Back home again she has a quick shower. She doesn't get dressed. Outside the birds sing, and she watches out the bedroom window as her lover pulls in the driveway. She thinks she will rape him, so to speak. Command her to give him head while he massages her pussy. He comes home from work, dirty and tired. He falls asleep watching FOX.

The weekend is filled with the charity group yard and bake sale, and the man gets drunk Saturday night. Too drunk to fuck, or do it right.

Time passes. The woman is 22 and pregnant now. She wants the baby, or she didn't concern herself with a contraceptive. How can she live the rural lifestyle without a child? Her lover does not mind. She makes him happy when she really doesn't want to, but more often than he actually desires. When certain times of her pregnancy come around the guy is in heaven---or in traction from all the action.

24 months after the love affair began, Dionysus catches a flight home. The man of the hour is the man who now has a new middle name. Jerk. Working a little late now, five times a month is the legal limit for banging his beautiful lover. Yes, children sleep. Something important in "the relationship" has gone to sleep.

Who minds? She has a child now..or they do. There are better things than sex. A soft pack a day of legalized heroin; Bag of Sweet Sixteen donuts at nine every night, with a quart of Dr. Pepper. Now 

the couple do more part-time charity work, helping relatives out with their collective neuroses. There is the neighbor with imaginary illnesses. His symptoms come before either member of the couple can come on a rare night. 

He's in the bright cold aisles, not even noticing a nice ass as he catches a handle. The best cheap beer at the grocery store, long as the beer truck brings it, is the easy chase. The couple drink and play cards, dime a hand. The couple does see something in each others' eyes, but are hardly aware of that. The ten o'clock drama on Lifetime sort of fills the gap. But not like he can fill the gap between honey's legs. Saying is one thing, doing is another. The heat of passion rises from the popcorn.

.....

For you, sex...its the great sin. Its the forbidden platter. Sex contains every STD by default, just

by thinking about the mess and time involved. You are home from a restaurant that is lower on the

evolutionary chain. Not one you'd go to with your babe. It's time to hit the couch. Sweetie has her digital electronic chastity belt, says she is up to level 5. You listen to a basketball game on a Walkman. The TV is on and you are both following a sandstorm in the Middle East. The baby is at grandmother's trailer. Her grandmother, as is normal. Neither you or her take advantage of the whole entire five room house. 

Thursday night your loving and tasty wife is at a shower. Where she is trying on a pink and blue thing you might like. She is your soul mate, and you are a trader selling out for a piece of ass. Too bad

Your portfolio is so small, but you have something good at home. She will be home in two hours, tops.

So you are at your outside woman's apartment. This woman doesn't mind you're early. You think for a second. You're ready to get on the floor and put your face up into your co-employee's snatch. You don't even want to screw her, on her sofa, lights on or lights off. You don't care if the Weather Channel is on or a good hard rock station. The girl who works in the small office looks at you with hurt eyes. She shows her disappointment and jerks you off. You don't want anything more, or anything else.

In the back of your mind you want your true lover. You wish you were behind her, your hands on both her satiny breasts. You want to push your lady down firmly, hear her gasp in surprise when you enter her, and then hear the crickets outside in the woods. The best windows are right behind the bed....

--Sex is evil. Don't ever get the idea that it is good for your head, your heart, you spirit, your marriage, your love affair. Just keep your priorities straight and look forward to your 93rd birthday, hope and pray it gets here. When you see your banker, don't think of banging the teller. Not if the teller is not a sure investment. Someday, buy a health food store and a gymnasium and a tax-sheltered atrium for dynamic workshops. Show 'em all who's the boss. You can keep the bedroom window closed and then you never hear noisy crickets. But you might miss someone, remembering, while you do arithmetic all night.