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                                 Deanna
                            by Dr. Paco Jones

Copyright© 2012 by Dr. Paco Jones


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Description: Deanna had Tom's number. She'd been in love with him since she was eight. Eight years later she convinced mom to leave her with Tom when mom had to take a work assignment offshore. Tara knew the score but she also knew Tom. Dee gets what she wants, then decides to share - a lot. The violence tag is for completeness - please read story note in the intro. Like a melodrama you'll stand and cheer when the black hat gets what is coming to him.

Codes: MF Mf FF ff Ff Mult cons rom les bi het fant inc mother dau group harem 1st preg violent
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Author's note:

This is actually the first story I wrote. It's not the first one that got published, but this is the one that started it all. I'm glad I didn't rush to get it out, because it needed some major work. That and I've learned a lot since I started.

It started on a bet. A young lady friend bet me a dinner that I couldn't "Write an erotic short story." I actually paid the bet off quite some time ago, because as you'll note it's not a short story.

*- viol I put in the code for violence only for completeness. To let anyone looking that there is some violence in the middle of the story. The first part is not particularly explicit, but the second part is the kind where if you were in a melodrama when the scene was over and the bad guy vanquished, you'd stand up and cheer. The relevant chapters are, 17 thru 22, "Tara's dream sequence". Chapter 17 is a lot verbal, but there is contact. Chapter 17 is what makes Chapter 19 so sweet!! Chapter 19: "Take Him Down", is the stand up and cheer part. It is also quite explicit in what happens to our bad guy, and I think you'll agree, it's well deserved! It is all a flashback dream; or I guess I should say nightmare.

Having been to war, I'll be the first to say that I abhor violence of any kind, but it is unfortunately a reality in our society today. My normal inclination is to leave things like that out, but in this case it helps you understand one of the characters.
pj

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Chapter 1: Deanna Plays


Deanna had been teasing me for weeks apparently not knowing what it was she was doing to me. I would find out that she knew exactly what she was doing. It was all part of her "diabolical" plan.

She would chuckle at the lump in my pants that she had created with her skimpy dress and brush her hand up against it every chance she got.

Hey, I'm human and she is a beautiful young lady.

She would look up at me with her "puppy dog eyes" sparkling like diamonds and give me a smile, big, wide and innocent, as her hand would gently cop a feel thinking I would think it was just an accident.

Once or twice, ok, accident. Two or three times before you leave for school everyday, don't think so. There were times she was so blatant and obvious that she apologized for the bump, but that smirk on her face told me it had a purpose in her mind.

She has been staying with me while her mom was in Asia doing some work and she'd be gone for the better part of a year, so this was going to be a long-term situation.

I wasn't sure how I was going to handle a year or more of this teasing, but then I might just succumb. There were already some things that had happened and had been said as "mom" was leaving that leave me wondering what the whole thing is all about. I had a sense of being set up, but what the hell, she's a certifiable knock out so what will be will be.

With all the options that should have been available, why would one of my old bedtime buddies leave her 15-year-old daughter with me for a year? Don't mind me, I just thought it rather strange, but I wasn't going to argue with Tara; I felt like I owed her big time. She always said that I didn't, but she did pick me up, more than once, when I was down. Dee is beautiful and so is her mother. I'll have to talk about Tara a bit later, but first to Deanna.

At 15, nearly 16, Deanna was about 5'3" tall, fairly slender but certainly not skinny. Her hips were rounding nicely and you could definitely see the woman in her coming out slowly. While her hips were rounding nicely so was her scrumptious bubble butt. Her body was filling out with a gorgeous pair of B-cup breasts. Girls sure didn't look like that when I was 15.

Well maybe they did, and I just didn't notice. How the hell would I miss that? At 15 I knew what the ladies were hiding in those panties, because I'd already been in a few pairs.

I hoped that those breasts would stop growing right where they are. In my mind, they couldn't be more perfect just the way they are. They were a sultry handful each, pert, firm and proud.

Her light brown hair, when down would reach midway down her back but was always pulled back, sometimes in pig tails, some times in a pony tail, and those gorgeous light powder blue eyes could penetrate even the best hard-ass look you could give her. I gave up on that early in this whole experience. The "look" didn't work.

A big problem I seem to have with Dee is that she could be her mother's twin sister, about 14 years older than she really is. All the neighborhood boys are drooling profusely all over themselves and undoubtedly creaming their jeans over her.

She just politely declines any advances, telling them she has a boyfriend and wasn't going to be playing around on him and then just to be typical would sometimes add, "especially with you". Somehow I got the feeling that she likes to turn the knife.

Boyfriend? That was news to me. Tara didn't mention anything about a boyfriend. Shit, That's all I need with all the other bullshit.

I just hoped it was her way of getting rid of the roamin' hands. I think every guy around tried to put their hands on those luscious tits she was sprouting. She was very adept at avoiding stray feelie attempts and could throw you on the ground with her eyes if she meant to.

As I said, there were some things said at the airport that kind of had me wondering just what it is that was going on. After a couple more weeks of the provocative clothes she'd put on after school, the constant sideways looks and "accidental" feels, I decided to see if I could find out what was on her mind.

One Friday evening I told her to get cleaned up and dress up really nice so I could take her out to a nice dinner. We'll run this up the flagpole and see if there's a breeze blowing and in which direction.

She gave me a surprised look, but those eyes started to sparkle as she disappeared up the stairs into her room and shower. I called one of the local "high class" restaurants that I knew of, made reservations for 7:30, and set about getting myself ready. I wasn't quite sure how to interpret that look she gave me, but I guess I'd find out.

I put on a nice pair of slacks, dress shirt, tie and a sport coat that were almost a suit. I figured a suit would be a little much, but when I saw Dee come down the stairs I suddenly felt grossly under dressed. I should have been in a tuxedo!

She had put on a beautiful royale blue formal gown that was low cut in front exhibiting her beautiful breasts appropriately, well maybe not for a 15 year old but she certainly didn't look 15. It plunged all the way down to her butt in the back. It was obvious she was not wearing a bra, as it wouldn't go with the dresses spaghetti straps. For the most part she didn't need a bra most of the time anyway, at least not from my perspective.

I was about blow my cookies just watching her walk down the stairs. She slowly stepped down and stepped in front of me doing a quick spin so that I could catch the whole Deanna.

Holy shit. I'd never seen anything quite so beautiful in my life, that dress enhanced her natural beauty perfectly, and with the light powder blue eyes, the deep royale blue of the dress was dazzling.

Her hair was shining and loose for a change instead of tied up, and she had a smile on her face that would melt diamond.

"Oh my god Dee, You are absolutely stunning. I'm going to be the envy of the club tonight," I whispered. Now whom the fuck was drooling?

With another incredible smile, she said softly, "I'm glad you like it Tommy. It is all for you! I'd never dress like this for anyone else, because you always make me feel so special. I want you to be proud of me."

"Oh Dee. Proud isn't the word. I'm honored to have you as my date this evening. You ready to go?"

"Yep, Let's go. I'm famished."

It was nearly impossible to keep my eyes off of her as we drove the 10 minutes to the club restaurant, and as we drove I saw her looking over at me out of the corner of her eye. I was sprouting a boner already and it certainly didn't escape her notice. She squirmed a little but firmly put her hand on my thigh and began a slow gentle caress.

This was going to be a long night!

Little did I know?

When we arrived at the club and got the car parked, with a sensuous smile her sparkling eyes met mine, and I couldn't help but marvel at the depth of her look. It felt like she could see right through me.

After unhooking her seatbelt, she leaned across to me and put her lips to mine very softly kissing me. It wasn't one of those "little girl" kisses, but one of the most sensual, sexy kisses I'd ever had. But what startled me was when she put her hand directly on my stiffy and rubbed it gently for a moment while she finished her kiss.

Those beautiful eyes sparkled and danced furiously. With a sly smile, she whispered to me, "Is this for me Tommy?"

After the shock and awe of the activity, "It's yours if you want it my love. It's yours if you want it," I whispered back to her as I leaned my head towards hers and kissed her ever so gently.

She squeezed my boner lightly and gave me a mysterious glance that looked half lust and half apprehension.

I'd called her bluff and I think she was not only a bit surprised, but didn't quite know how to deal with it. But the die had been cast so we'd see what was in the mold later. She was a walking wet dream; I certainly couldn't escape that reality.

She had a real offer on the table and she was pleased, but she'd realistically never expected it. Not from "the old guy" who'd been trying to ignore her for the past couple months. Well yeah! Not ignoring what she was doing could lead to some severe trouble, but I think the ignoring is over. Time will tell.

We got out of the car and walked hand in hand slowly toward the door. She kept looking at me with those beautiful eyes and every time I'd meet hers with mine, she'd blush a little, smile shyly, and look away. I wondered what was going on inside that beautiful little head.

I looked at her again all dressed up and knew that she was going to be able to pass for "legal age" in the club which is kind of scary when you consider she is only 15. Yeah, she's almost 16, but still only 15.

The maitre d' smiled as we entered and she took his arm like she does it every night while he led us to our table. I had requested a small booth in the rear of the club in a more private area.

As we sat down, he looked at her and asked, "A drink for M'lady?"

Deanna turned to me with an almost panicked look, not really knowing what to say, so I told him that we'd start with a couple of Cuba Libre's please.

Without batting an eye he turned and moved off to let our table service know the drink order, and also to let them know that we were "VIP's" and to provide extra special service. As if they needed to be reminded.

Deanna looked at me with wide eyes and asked, "What's a Cuba Libre?"

I focused my gaze on her and sighed slightly. "It's just a fancy name for a Rum and Coke angel. I think you'll like it, but don't drink it too quickly – you're not used to alcohol, and I don't want you getting drunk."

She smiled at me sweetly and cuddled up next to me closer and held my arm in her hands, and let out a heavy sigh.

We talked a bit waiting for the waitress to come with our drinks, menu and bread.

"Tommy. I've never been in a place this fancy, I'm afraid I'm going to do something stupid and embarrass you."

I looked at her in surprise, "Don't worry about it sweetheart, you'll do just fine. Just act like the lady I know you are and everything will be perfect. I want you to enjoy the evening out, but I can't wait to get you home later."

I got an excited look of trepidation from her. We hadn't really talked about "later" so I left it to her mind to calculate. There was going to be no pressure and there was no hurry, so whatever she decided was ok with me, but I was definitely calling the bluff she's been pushing for the past few months.

I was keeping in mind what her mother had said at the airport when she left. If it was intimacy that she wanted, intimacy is what she's going to have, but it'll be slow, passionate and tender. It's hard for me to fathom my feelings for Dee. Shit. She's only 15, yeah, almost 16, but acts like she's much older. That's a testament to the way Tara has raised her, but she's 15 nonetheless. Before Tara left her with me, if you'd have said I'd be lusting after a 15 year old I'd have said you were bug assed crazy. But here it is.

I just have this funny feeling that there's something here that I've missed. Something between Dee and Tara that I've never been privy to. I guess I'll find out sooner or later because I'm completely lost. She's got me wrapped, hook, line and sinker. My biggest problem is that she knows it!

As if it were planned, with perfect timing, the waitress showed up with our drinks, a basket of bread and the menus. She went through her list of the specials for this evening and said she'd be back in a few minutes to take our orders.

Deanna nervously leaned in to me and kissed me gently, but this time I felt her tongue touch my lips and immediately opened mine so she could play. As her tongue entered my mouth, mine found it and we played tag for a short time. I felt her breathing become a bit more rapid as she let out a small moan. She was "probing". Let's see how far the "old guy" will go in public. She just didn't understand that she didn't look her age and that anyone observing would just think that the old guy was fuckin'-a lucky, which he is.

This was going to be a most interesting evening; I could feel it in my bones. No not that one! Well ... Maybe that one too.

She clung to me like a magnet all evening, as we had our meal, which was absolutely excellent as usual at the club. We both had sautéed fresh ocean scallops with asparagus tips, baked potato with all the fixin's and a glass of wine each.

As we finished up with our meals and kind of kicked back to let things start to digest, I asked Dee if she wanted to go next door, listen to some music and perhaps dance.

Getting an excited look and a positive response, she looked at me questioningly, "How are you going to get me in a bar Tommy? I'm not old enough and I don't have fake ID."

I smiled at her, "You let me worry about that sweets. Nobody can tell your true age, and the staff here wouldn't think I'd bring someone so young to the club."

We stood up and slowly made our way to the other side of the club where the bar and dance hall is located.

The bouncer at the door gave Dee a close look trying to figure out whether or not to ask for ID. I'm sure he also noticed a couple other attributes that would not betray her true age. Especially in that dress, but seeing that she was with me let her pass without a second glance. Well, except to watch her walk away as we proceeded through the door.

I was pretty sure there wouldn't be a problem at the door.

I guess I should admit here that I am one of the founding members of the club, which as it turns out, had become the most exclusive in town. Having been on the board of directors since day one, everyone here knows me but discretely and professionally keeps that familiarity to themselves. They also know that I tend to tip very well!

At present I'm the president of the board and have been for 8 years. It's something I enjoy a lot, though at times it can be quite a challenge. I'm a pretty progressive thinker and have what I consider to be good ideas on improving our offerings, but there are some curmudgeons on the board that try to rain on the parade at every turn. Thus far they haven't prevailed on any issue they've presented, so you'd think they'd just give up.

I suppose we could just vote them off of the board, but their inputs tend to keep the rest of us on an even keel. They just don't see the value added in progress or at least what the rest of us consider progress. They're the old stuffed shirts that will sit in the corner smoking cigars and make snide comments about anything and everything they see come in the door.

The staff knows me and is very familiar with my attitude towards things that make their world happen so they tend to take very good care of me. By the same token, they try to move the old geezers out as quickly as possible because they always try to make a scene alluding to their importance so they can stroke themselves. Being on the board of such an exclusive establishment is like the proverbial notch on the gun handle. They are of the opinion that the world owes them a life because they have a few dollars in the bank, and they're used to having their asses kissed and their boots licked.

I take it upon myself to ensure that when their asses are kissed there are teeth involved, and their boots are very scuffed before they reach the door. They try to make trouble at the board meetings, but I've got about 85% of the rest of the members "with me" so they rarely make any dent in the overall makeup of the board, and though they do rain on the parades we try to run, they do act as the conscience and temper our enthusiasm. It seems like a necessary evil.

I think every eye in the place was on us as we found our way into a darkish corner booth the house kept "reserved" for just such a guest. I could see a bunch of the fellows wince as their dates gave them elbows in the ribs for lustfully staring. I'm also guessing that there was a significant bit of blood migrating southward in more than a few of them as well. The little guy was trying to take control, but "mama" was there to keep 'em honest.

Why is it that women always seem to be in competition with each other, and if a guy looks at a pretty girl it somehow means the lady he's with has been moved down a notch. Not true ladies. Just as you admire a tight buff body walking by, so do we. We know who we're with, and we intend to go home with you! If you looked like that, you probably wouldn't be with me. Deal with it.

Deanna is an eyeful, I wouldn't argue with that for an instant. Definitely sweet eye candy and as I said before, an absolute walking wet dream. And for Christ sake, she's fifteen!

As we sat down, the bar girl came over to get our drink orders. "Hi Tommy. The usual?"

"You know it Carol, thanks," I answered immediately.

She would have normally taken Dee's order first, but she was being friendly with a regular, so as she looked at Deanna she apologized, and asked her what she was going to have.

"It's no problem. I know Tommy's here a lot. I'd like a Cuba Libre', please" she said with all the confidence of her looks rather than her true age.

None of the people there would ever think that I'd bring a 15 year old into the club for any reason, much less to have dinner, drinks, dancing and later on, perhaps a little play.

Deanna was glued to my side in the booth, on the dance floor and everywhere else that evening, as we "partied" the way adults do. I wanted her to know that she was going to be treated as an adult as long as she continued to act like one. Even at home.

I've always been a firm believer that young adults should be treated as adults and given positive instruction and reinforcement for appropriate behavior. That would always allow them to grow into their age with confidence born of positive experiences. It also helps them understand that respect is earned and as they give respect, they'll get it back.

There is too little respect being taught to youngsters these days. Parents don't seem to take responsibility for raising their kids anymore. They figure the teachers will do it in the schools so they can just wash their hands of the task. How wrong they are, but that's a soapbox that I will pass on here. It's pretty rickety these days.

I wondered how much confidence Dee was going to show later when I got her home, undressed and into my bed. For now she was showing all the confidence and maturity of someone at least 10 years older than she truly is.

I told her that I was not only proud of her, but that I was still very honored to be seen with her as my date for the evening. Perhaps we could do this more often before her mom came back from her Asia trip.

Of course, Tara would probably have had an absolute fit if she knew what we were doing. I'm sure she would not approve of what I was thinking for later either, though going back to what she said at the airport, I'm not so sure.

But for now she was 10,000 miles away, and I'm sure Deanna wasn't about to blow the whistle on these experiences. She enjoyed and appreciated being treated as a woman should be treated. Perhaps later I would "make her a woman," as the saying goes. What a misnomer, but it is what it is.

But it's totally up to Dee. Nothing ever forced nor coerced. Anything will be at her behest.

Slow, gentle seduction was in order. She is still a child in many eyes, but in that dress, in this club tonight, she's hardly a child. I know 30-year-old women that don't display the level of maturity Dee is showing tonight.

On my suggestion, she milked her drink for the rest of the evening and to provide a good example I did the same with my double JD on the rocks. I didn't want to be overly buzzed either. I certainly wanted my full faculties later. No dull head. If she was going to let me seduce her, I was intent on making it the most memorable night of her life. A memory she would take with her to the grave.

It's the way every girl needs, no, deserves to be treated on her "virgin night". And at 15, if she decides that she wants to do that, she's going to have it done right! She would get the advantage of my teacher's lessons. There will be a whole chapter later on my teachers.

Guys don't tend to think of things in that light for the most part. The male brain is primitive, and deals with primal instincts. Pussy is pussy, and if it's virgin, oh well. It's one big reason there are so many bi-sexual women that prefer girls. Most are just sick and tired of putting up with guys and their BS.

If I was a woman, I'm sure I'd be bi-sexual. No doubt in my mind. I think I'd want a good stiff cock once in a while, but for "true feelings" in love making you can't do better than another woman!

Dee and I had already had "the talk." Especially the one about guys her age and how their hormones take over the brain and the little head starts trying to do the thinking, a task that is far beyond its capability.

Guys her age will tell her anything they think she wants to hear to get into her pants. Then he'll give her a quick wham-bam-thank-you-ma'am, and shoot his rocks. He certainly won't give a damn about her, leaving her high and dry, then pull up his pants and go tell 500 of his closest friends. You know what kind of rep that gets a teenaged girl.

She knew exactly what I was talking about; girls talk. There were a couple of the girls at school that got the rep of being "easy", so every guy around was hitting on them but only to get their dicks wet, and in so many words say, "Next".

Dee didn't want that kind of reputation and knew about it up front, so the talk was pretty easy. I think she was rather surprised that I would actually sit her down and without any embarrassment have that kind of discussion with her, but I also think it garnered some respect on her part. I care an awful lot for her and her mom, so I owed it to both to be frank, honest and totally up front about those kinds of emotions.

In retrospect, I'm sure that Tara had a similar discussion with her before leaving her with me. My overall relationship with Tara will come out later, but suffice it to say that Tara and I have been quite close for many years. After all, she trusted me with her daughter.

I just told her that I didn't want to see her get hurt or pregnant! At the same time, I had also taken her down to the local clinic and got her on the pill – just in case! When we talked, Tara approved.

She was an absolute knock 'em out, drop-dead stone fox, and it really was only a matter of time. She knew how she affected the opposite sex and surely used it to her advantage. I know she had me wrapped! Unfortunately, she knew it too.

Little did I know what she had on her mind? As I said before, she wasn't letting anyone male, with the exception of me, get close enough to her to touch anything intimately.

I asked her about it regularly and she'd just blush and get a nervous smile. Being a guy, I didn't catch the blatant clues.

She'd say, "I already have a boyfriend and I'm not going to betray my feelings for him by going out with any of the local stud wannabe's." She was very good at evaluating motivations.

She was very adamant about it. I told her that if she wanted to have her "boyfriend" over for a visit or dinner, that I didn't mind.

She just smiled, said thanks, and gave me a sultry look. Gadzooks, those eyes.

Of course, again, being a guy, I didn't have a clue. I didn't see the look for the way she was projecting it. I guess I just never expected it from her, so it didn't register, at least not at first.

It was getting on to be a little after midnight and we'd just finished a very sexy slow dance. She only wanted to do the slow dances, and when she did she pressed herself against me like I was a second skin. She wiggled her hips against my cock and moaned quietly as my hands caressed her back and ass.

The others at the club would watch in awe as she moved to and from the table, so when we returned to our table, started picking up our things and headed towards the door I could hear a few moans of disappointment from the crowd.

I wasn't disappointed to say the least. I was taking this gorgeous young lady home to see where the rest of the evening would take us. I would make very passionate love to her if that were what she wanted.

Before this night was out, she would know orgasm. She would know pleasure. She may know the feel of a hard penis inside her vagina and the feel of fresh sperm being deposited inside her young womb.

I just had to be careful not to scare her off by going too "fast." She deserved nothing less than all the passion I could muster.

I'd planned on taking all night if necessary, I was in no hurry, but the seduction was on! These were the vibes I was getting from her almost daily, so I was just calling her bluff, but I was beginning to get the feeling that she wasn't bluffing.

On the ride back to the house Deanna couldn't get any closer to me unless she sat in my lap. She purred like a kitty when I put an arm around her shoulders to hold her closer to me.

She looked up at me with those deep penetrating blue eyes asking me what was in store for the rest of the night. I looked down at her momentarily, gave her a gentle smile, and whispered softly, "In a minute honey. Let me find a spot to pull over."

Hearing that, she displayed a small, nervous smile and let out a sigh holding me even tighter.

I knew of a secluded spot on private property where we could take a quick stroll under the stars if that's what she wanted to do. I pulled off the main road onto the dirt trail that leads off into the distant forest beyond the cool meadow. I knew the spot I was looking for, but everything looked so different in the dark.

When I pulled off to the side stopping just short of the forest and turned off the lights and engine, she looked at me nervously, her eye's pleading lustfully for me to reach out and hold her again.

I looked into those deep pools of blue that were so desperately searching mine for any sign of what was coming up. I put two fingers under her chin and pulled her face up while lowering mine. Slowly, carefully, I put a gentle, sensual kiss on her hungry waiting lips. Mine barely brushed across hers causing her to let out a small moan of approval while one hand moved up to the back of my head to hold it gently in place.

When the delicate kiss ended, our eyes met in the kind of union that she would feel later when we got back to the house. Her young body quivered slightly in anticipation. Her hand returned to the back of my head when she slowly but deliberately moved her face back up towards mine. Her eye's continued to melt me, while at the same time she put her soft lips gently against mine, but didn't move them off as I had done. I felt her tongue start to lick my closed lips and immediately opened them slightly allowing her to explore.

Dee's moans were becoming a little louder while our tongues played serious tag with each other, touching tip to tip sensuously. The pressure got greater as we pressed our mouths into each other.

The girl knew how to kiss! I'll have to remember to ask her where she learned to kiss like this. Quite honestly, it wouldn't totally shock me if she told me that it was her Mother. I can see Tara doing that to help Dee, but Dee would have needed to ask first.

Both arms came up and wrapped around my neck as she moved her body a bit to see if she could get closer to me without actually getting in my clothes with me. That's not something I'd object to, especially if she got out of hers first.

After the glow of the kiss, my hands came up to her face and gently brushed her cheeks as I looked into those gorgeous blue eyes and whispered to her, "Thank you Dee. That's one of the nicest kisses I've ever had," totally meaning it. This girl now had me in the palm of her hand. I was rapidly becoming putty.

Who was seducing whom?

She was breathing a bit more quickly and much harder than before, looked at me with a grin but didn't let loose of my neck at all. She moved her lips back up to mine and gently pecked a quick kiss on me and whispered back, "Oh Tommy, I've never felt like this inside. I'm getting all tingly and itchy. Can we do that some more? Later too, when we get home?"

I gave her a wry smile and whispered back, "Kitten, we can do that as much as you like, whenever you like."

As we were basking in the warmth of those feelings she moved one of her arms from around my neck putting her small hand on my inner thigh just below my stiff cock. It was trying to push its way out while her hand moved gently up and down, stroking me slowly. She rested her head against my chest, still purring softly.

Well, not being one to take an invitation like that lightly, I gently moved one of my hands from her back to her side slowly moving it upwards to cup one of her proud breasts in my palm.

She let out a loud gasping moan. Her hand moved slowly, softly caressing my stiff penis.

"Oh my god Tommy, that feels so good. Please don't ever stop," as her face moved up to mine to kiss me once again. This time the kiss was not just sensual; this kiss was sexual, demanding. I could feel a deep desire I hadn't sensed in her lips before, but I also felt the nervous quivering, as these new feelings were moving rapidly through her body. It felt like she was calmly starting to experiment now, and I let her do whatever she wanted, trying to support and follow along.

I moved my hand away from her breast, which was met with a little cry of disappointment. It changed to a loud moan and she sucked in some air when I took both of the spaghetti string straps on her dress and lightly moved them down off of her shoulders, laying bare the two firm orbs that I couldn't wait to get my mouth around.

She had that special look of anticipation, her breathing hastening again. She was hungrily looking into my eyes analyzing the new sensations she was experiencing. She knew where my hands were going to go next and was letting me know it was ok. I smiled down at her and smoothly moved my hands to take each breast gently into my palms.

The electricity was more than static; it was sparking everywhere. She moaned again moving her lips to mine kissing me once more. I took each nipple between my fingers and gently twisted and pulled on them until they were upright and stiff. Her hand hadn't moved off of my hardness, but the motion had slowed while she started concentrating on those incredible sensations traversing her young, willing body.

This "make out" session lasted for another 10 to 15 minutes before I allowed one hand to find its way to one knee moving it slowly up her inner thigh towards the dampness that was seeping into her panties. Her scent was delicious and without the slightest touch I knew she was well lubricated for an invasion.

Had she been a little older, a little more experienced with what she had been asking for before we left the house, she would not have worn any panties.

I thought she was going to jump out of her skin when my hand reached her panties. I pressed softly against those tender, young, virgin lips moving the edge of one finger up and down feeling the wetness surrounding the tight slit that led into her womanhood.

She already had a huge wet spot on her panties. She was breathing extremely hard and fast now, but opened her eyes looking at me wantonly whispering, "Oh god Tommy, that feels so good, but please stop. Not now, not here. Please, let's go back home. I've had a wonderful evening, but I want to get back where we can be totally comfortable and alone. I want you to take me to bed sweetie. Your bed."

I immediately stopped caressing her pussy, cursing myself for proceeding too quickly though it was only "not here". If she was going to do something she didn't want it parked in a car. I moved my hand cautiously back to her breasts. I leaned down and gently kissed each nipple bringing out yet another serious moan but I put the top of her dress back into place and returned the straps to their proper place on her shoulders bringing a disappointed heavy sigh from her.

In all of this she never stopped her motion or pressure on my cock, but as our lips met one more time both of her arms once again surrounded my neck as she notched up the intensity of the lip-lock and gave my tongue a lashing that it would not soon forget.

When the kiss was over, she looked at me with tears forming in those two blue eyes, and whispered to me, "I'm sorry Tommy," beginning to look down at the floor.

"Kitten. There's nothing for you to be sorry about," I said putting two fingers under her chin and raising it so that I could make positive eye contact. "I also had one of the most wonderful evenings I've ever had out with a woman. I've so enjoyed your company, your kisses, and your affection like no one ever before. I understand honey, I really do."

Then I added softly, "We're not ever going to do something you aren't ready for or want to do, so if it starts moving in that direction, I expect you to do exactly what you just did tonight."

She looked at me with those puppy dog eyes, as I continued, "You should be able to do that with any man, and if he continues against your wishes, he's really not much of a man."

"Oh god Tommy, you're such a fantastic man. Let's get back to the house," and with a wide grin on her face, "Maybe you can make me one of those Cuba Libre's before I drag you kicking and screaming?"

I chuckled at that, and moved around to start the car and head on back to the barn. As I turned the key, she put her hand gently back onto my thigh, leaned up and whispered into my ear, "I love you so much Tommy. I always want to make you happy."

"You already have sweetheart. You already have." Our eyes met with an understanding that the night was yet young. She exuded anticipation, not knowing exactly what was to come, but having a pretty good idea. Her panties were already very wet, so I knew that those itchy feelings were in her. She just didn't quite know how to scratch them adequately. She just knew that she wouldn't be able to take care of these wants by herself.



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Chapter 2: False Start


The rest of the trip home was uneventful with the exception that she had to move her hand away from my dick when I stopped at one of those 24-hour liquor stores to pick up a bottle of Rum, a couple quarts of Coke and a few limes. It was still early enough that the store was able to sell the alcohol to me though closed containers can be bought about any time. It's mixed stuff that causes consternation.

When I returned to the car and handed the bag to my date, she looked into the sack and grinned. "Tommy. You didn't really have to do this. I was being funny, and probably don't really need another drink tonight, but I truly appreciate your thoughtfulness. I really don't want to get drunk on you!"

"Not to worry, sweetie, I won't let you get drunk. I'd like you to be relaxed, not drunk. I want you to have all your cognitive abilities so you can make rational decisions. I don't want you to feel guilty or remorseful about anything you decide. If anything happens I want it to be what you want to do and not something you think you have to do to make me happy. You make me happy by just smiling. I guess what I'm trying to say is I want you to still love me in the morning!"

She looked at me nervously again, and then got a very wide grin on her face. "You know I'll do anything for you Tommy, anything at all. I don't think you could ever do anything that would make me not love you in the morning!" With that, she pulled herself closer to me for the rest of the ride to the house.

The clock was pushing 1:30am when we pulled into the driveway, opened the garage door and parked the car. She looked over at me with those half closed, smoky eyes and grabbed the bag of goodies. We climbed the steps that led from the garage into the kitchen.

"Set the bag there on the table honey, let's get changed and cleaned up a little. Put on some comfortable 'goin' to bed' clothes."

"Ok," then coyly asked me, "Do you want to take a shower with me? It'll save some water, and since we both have to clean up..." She let it trail off, blushing brightly and looking right into my eyes, the little minx.

"Deanna, I'd love to take a shower with you. As long as you don't mind being poked in the back once in a while," I said with a laugh, "You do that to me you know."

She blushed a bit more, bit her lower lip a little, but nodded giggling softly.

I held her hands at arms length and told her I wanted to get one last look at the most beautiful woman I had ever had the pleasure of taking out on a date. I think her face was going to be in a permanent blush state, but she smiled, thanked me, then put her arms around my neck and kissed me again, and once again, it was one of the best kisses of my life! I was already lost and knew it. I'm sure she knew it too.

I took her hand, led her to her bedroom, and asked her to get her nightclothes. She kind of looked at me funny, but walked over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of pink silk panties with soft lace and a heart printed right where her Mound of Venus would be hidden once she had put them on. Then in another drawer she took out a very sheer pink baby doll top, looked at it, looked at me then smiled, nodded her head, took both pieces in her hand and walked over to me.

"Onward and upward," she whispered. "Let's go get clean."

Before leaving her room, I looked into her eyes, put one hand on her cheek gently, kissed her lightly on the nose, making her giggle, and with a very serious look, whispered to her softly, "I love you Deanna, so very much." To which she blushed heavily and tugged my hand pulling me out of her room into the hall on the way to the shower.

I diverted. She looked at me questioningly as I led her through the door of my bedroom, told her to put her nightclothes on the bed. I then led her into my master bathroom with the extra large stone shower that had 5 heads, one on each side and three rainmakers on the ceiling. I had the shower custom built, as I had the whole house, but my master bath was a masterpiece.

Even though she'd been with me for months, she'd never been into my bedroom or the master bath, so she gasped as she took a first look around.

"This is beautiful," she choked out, and "I've never seen ANY room look this cool, especially a shower!"

"I'm glad you like it my love, I hope that you'll share it with me often."

She looked at me shyly and said softly, "I think I'd like that Tommy. I really do."

We walked back into the bedroom space where I took out a pair of silk drawstring shorts and a matching shirt and set it on the bed right next to the pieces that Deanna had chosen, unbeknownst perhaps, for her virgin night.

I think she knew what was in store, but I also know she knew it would only be if she wanted it to happen.

With a nervous look, she dropped the dress to the floor right at the end of the bed, as I pulled my shirt and tie off and dropped my pants.

She seemed a little hesitant to pull off her panties, so I leaned over, kissed her lightly, and asked her, "Would you like me to help you take your panties off?" She replied almost inaudibly, "Yes, please."

I looked directly into her eyes with nothing but love, seeing a very nervous 15-year-old girl in front of me, but she placed her hands on my shoulders and waited as I placed my fingers then thumbs in the elastic band of her panties. She moved her hands to mine, her thumbs joining mine and we slowly slipped them over her hips, down her thighs, past her knees and dropped around her ankles.

She licked her lips nervously as she stepped out of her panties allowing me to see her completely nude for the first time.

"My god Deanna, You are a beautiful woman," I gasped. "I don't think I've ever seen a young woman's body that was so perfect."

She was blushing profusely now as I moved away to be at arms length so I could see her completely at which point she did a slow pirouette so that I could partake of a complete viewing.

"Thank you Tommy. Nobody has ever said that to me before. I'm glad you like what you see," as a big grin replaced the nervous little smile.

Then very softly, looking directly into my eyes she whispered, "What you see is all yours Tommy. I want it that way!"

"Tommy, Can I take your shorts off of you?" She seemed to be getting a bit bolder with the compliment, but still looked at me very shyly.

"Of course you can honey. Please enjoy," I said with a smile.

With a little trepidation, she moved up in front of me and gently put her fingers in the elastic band and started dropping my boxers to the floor. She ran into a problem trying to get it over my erection and looked up at me with an embarrassed look to which I told her, "Honey. You had your hand on it most of the evening. Now you have the opportunity to see it up close and you hesitate? What's with that?" I was laughing as I teased her a little, but she began to giggle which made me laugh even harder.

Before we knew it we were both laughing as she dragged the shorts past my dick and dropped them to the floor. I promptly stepped out of them, moved back about 2 feet and matching her earlier routine, did a quick pirouette for her, which had her laughing even louder.

This was a good thing. She had been a little tense being nude in front of a male for the first time and was a bit uneasy because she, at 15, didn't have the confidence about her appearance that an older woman might have. I'd met a bunch of "older" women that had little or no confidence in their appearance nude because of some insensitive asshole that didn't revere the female body in the same way I did.

But this young one standing in front of me was as good as it would ever get for me. She was magnificent.

We stepped toward each other and put our arms around each other, feeling each other's skin for the first time. We kissed for a time, and she chuckled a little as my cock became harder with the kiss.

She reached down and put her small hand around it gently and grinning from ear to ear as she slowly stroked me, asked for the second time that evening, "Is this for me?"

Again I told her, "It's yours if you want it sweetie, and it's all yours."

She gave me another nervous smile, let go of my penis, took my hand and we headed for the shower.

She opened the door, but I held her back for a moment as I pressed a few buttons on the control panel just outside and as I did the water came on. I selected a comfortable temperature and volume and turned on all five heads.

We stepped on to the tile floor that was already warm due to preheating and she stared in awe at the rock walls that were installed in such a way that the soap was held on natural rock ledges, but there was also liquid soap, shampoo, and conditioners that were dispensed from pumps installed behind a rock with the nozzles installed into holes drilled in the rock. It was all custom.

We splashed around under the water for a short time before I took a hand of fragrant soap and looking into her eyes started washing her shoulders letting the soap drip down her back and in front over her breasts. As I slowly massaged the soap over her body she closed her eyes and relaxed, almost too much as I had to catch her once so she didn't fall.

When I got to the top of her mound I purposely avoided contact and proceeded down her thighs and legs soaping and massaging each in turn. When my hand got close to her pussy, I just stopped and moved my hands around to her butt and massaged the soap in all areas but didn't touch her slit at all.

As I stood to move upwards, she looked at me with longing disappointment, and gave a quick pout and said, "You didn't wash all of me."

It almost sounded like she was ready to cry, but I said, "I didn't want to take any liberties with you sweetheart, and in the car you stopped me when I got there."

"Dammit Tommy, I didn't want it in the car." Close to tears, "If I'm going to let my man play with me like that, I want it to be right, and in a car just isn't my idea of a proper place. Teenagers do that stuff in the backseat of a car."

"Honey, I --"

"Tommy, I want to give myself to you because I love you. I know you'll be gentle with me and make it special. I don't want to give it up in some backseat or a front seat for that matter, even if it is with my chosen boyfriend!" With that, her eyes got big, her hand came up to cover her mouth, and the look of shock on her face was actually priceless.

The cat was out of the bag. She'd told me who her boyfriend really was, and it's me. I was shocked, but in reality quite flattered that she would consider an "old man" as her boyfriend.

"Honey. Deanna, thank you, thank you, thank you. I am very flattered and honored that you would take me as your boyfriend, and if it's necessary, I accept," I said with a huge grin.

She started with a look of shock, but as the words sank in, it changed to a gentle smile. She moved to me with her arms out and crushed herself against my body with hers. We held each other for a few minutes as the water splashed over us and dripped between us.

She looked up at me with a very serious, very adult look on her face, whispering, "Oh Tommy. I love you so much and I have since I was 8. Mom knows it too, and that's why she finally agreed to ask you to take care of me for the year she would be gone."

I was a bit surprised that her mother would allow me to care for her knowing that she would be testing me daily. Tara is a very special woman and so is her daughter, which is why I had agreed to take on the responsibility. I'd had no idea that Tara would have placed her daughter in such a situation without knowing that Deanna would be deflowered, by her own choice while mom was gone.

But I guess that kind of explains the last time we saw her at the airport, when Deanna was literally wrapped around me with her puppy dog eyes batting the tears away as mom was saying her goodbye's for the trip to Asia.

Tara had looked at me, and then looked down at Deanna wrapped around me, and then looked back at me with a wry smile and in a quiet whisper said, "Take good care of her Tom. Be gentle, I want her to be happy, whatever it takes to make her happy. I know you love her too and will take care of her as though she was your own daughter."

With a heavy sigh, "I'm going to miss her terribly, but I suspect that when I come home, she'll be a different girl, a --"

She left it trailing off, and I had heard what she said, but I didn't put it together until Deanna had said that her mom knew she was madly in love with me, and somehow knew it wasn't a "teenage crush". There was more to Deanna's feelings than that, and Tara wasn't going to discount her daughter's true feelings, which were quite mature even for her young age. They had talked about it at great length when Deanna asked, then insisted, that her Mom ask me to take care of her.

I suspect that Tara knew that at some point, Deanna would manage to steer things toward what may happen tonight, and knew that I'd only be able to fight it for so long before succumbing to Deanna's desires. She'd already resigned herself that her little girl would be a "woman" when she returned. It didn't make her angry or sad, it had made her sort of jealous, but she couldn't let on to anyone at this point in her life.

I have to tell you that Tara is just a slightly older version of Deanna, Petite, elegant, classy, and desirable. I can't tell you how long I'd lusted after Tara, but she just didn't have time for men at this point in her career. She knew I loved her, and I know she loved me, it just wasn't meant to be for us. Her last experience, and the job she committed herself to made "us" impossible even with the mutual love.

So she gave me her daughter.

Truth be told, I'd like to have them both someday.

One big reason is that Tara was never attracted to my money, and neither was Deanna for that matter. There was no false pretense with Tara. It was her career, plain and simple, and once she was established with that perhaps she could take the time to form a relationship with someone.

Deanna looked up at me and pulled my head down to meet hers in a luscious kiss that brought me back into the here and now.

"Where ya been sailor?" she asked with a quizzical smile.

I just shook my head to clear the cobwebs and whispered, "Never-never land sweetie, Sorry."

"Well, welcome back" she laughed. She knew I made frequent visits, so it was just a matter of waiting for me to return or prodding me back.

Giggling, she put her hands under the soap dispenser and pushed. The soap filled her small hand, and she grinned at me, "My turn."

With that, she started soaping me down from top to bottom, leaving no part untouched. Her gentle hand on my cock almost had me blasting some sperm at her right there. She seemed to sense it and stopped her manipulations.

I looked down at her just in time to see her give the head of my cock a quick kiss and I think I heard her say, "I'll see you later." But, it was mostly inaudible.

She looked up and noticed I was looking and immediately started to blush brightly. I smiled at her and pulled her up to her feet, and steered her to a rock seat I'd had built into the shower stall. I knelt in front of her, and locked my eyes with hers, reached down and started rubbing on her mound.

Her legs immediately opened widely, and her eyes gave me such a look of love and lust I could hardly stand it. I moved my fingers down her slit and rubbed gently feeling her oils leaking out over the water from the shower. As I moved the finger around the glorious area of her womanhood, I found the little nubbin I'd been searching for. It was proud, barely sticking out from under its little hood begging to be touched.

So touch it I did.

I took a finger and started to insert it into the very entrance of her vagina, and as I did that she opened her eyes to look into mine.

"Tommy, Oh god, don't ever stop. That feels sooooo good. I can't wait for later," she gasped out as my finger once again lightly touched the very tip of her clit.

She almost shouted, as that electric feeling pulsed through her young body. "Oh god Tommy, that's so much better than when I do it myself."

She got one of those shy little girl looks on her face as she realized that she had just admitted to her "boyfriend" that she masturbated.

"That's ok honey. It's totally normal, and I hope that you would continue to play with yourself. I'd really like to watch you some time if you will let me."

"You'd want to watch me play with myself?"

"Hell yes," I said emphatically. "I think that would be totally sexy, soooooo hot. It would be so hard for me not to join in," I grinned at her.

"Oh Tommy, I'd want you to join in," she said with a growing smile, "Your fingers feel so much better on my pussy than mine."

I smiled at her, moved my face to her breasts, and started licking and sucking on each of her tits in turn.

Her hands moved up behind my head to gently hold me at her chest like she would a baby. An instinctive move as any mother would hold a suckling mouth to her breast. They were so soft yet firm, and her nipples stood out like small pencil erasers as she moaned loudly over and over.

I started moving my face downward, kissing her sides and her tummy, stopping at her belly button to take a quick lick which caused her to giggle and gently push my head away. I just continued my journey downward until I got my face into the thin hairs of her pubis and just paused reveling in the softness, but through it all I could smell the sweetness of her arousal. It kept me moving downward until my tongue found the little soldier doing its duty at the top of her slit where my finger had found it a few moments earlier.

She nearly jumped out of the seat as my tongue made contact. I licked her slit, tasting her essence for the first time. Running my tongue down her beautiful slit, poking it into her entrance, I sucked on her little clit until she'd had 2 good orgasms.

Dee was very vocal in her pleasure. The first of the orgasms came with a howl, her hips slamming her pussy into my face. Her hands pulled me into her until I was gasping for breath, thoroughly enjoying the pussy that was being ground onto my tongue. The second one was even more intense for her. I could feel the muscles at her entrance pulsing to get the invading finger in a bit further. I kept my tongue flicking at the nub and my finger wiggling at her very entrance while she bucked like a bronco at my face.

When she was finished bucking, she just collapsed on my face. It looked like she'd almost lost consciousness with the intensity and lack of oxygen due to her erratic breathing.

I moved up quickly to hold her before she slipped off the seat and fell onto the hard rock tiles below. Having only diddled herself in the past she wasn't used to orgasms of that magnitude and it took her about 10 minutes to come completely out of it.

She smiled weakly at me and gasped out, "Holy shit. Is that what's in store for later?"

"Better," I whispered, "much better."

She looked at me with brightly inquisitive eyes, smiled and kissed me sensually for what seemed to be half the night, but when it was done she let out a heavy sigh and just slowly leaned back in the seat.

"Let's rinse off and get dry," I said, "We still need to get dressed and go down for a drink or two."

She smiled weakly again, and gingerly stood up on shaky legs to rinse off.

We got out of the shower and carefully dried each other. Hand in hand with our eyes fully engaged with each other, we walked into the bedroom where we had stashed our nightclothes.

I slid on my pants and shirt and watched as Deanna slid the pink panties up her incredibly sexy legs. I noted that the heart centered right over the mound where I had suspected it would. She giggled shyly when she saw me looking, and then pulled on her little baby doll top, which hid nothing at all, but I wasn't going to complain. She tied the two small ties to close the top encasing her beautiful breasts, and then looked at me with lustful eyes saying that she was now ready for anything that was to come.

Then she added in a whisper, "I want it to be you coming." Then with a grin, "Inside me!"

This was going to be a very special night for her, and I was going to do everything in my power to make sure it was exactly that.

We got down to the kitchen where I mixed us a couple of Rum and Cokes to sip on while we continued the game of seduction.

She was ready.

More than ready.

She wanted it so badly now that it was hard for her to control those hormonally driven urges at her age. She wasn't used to controlling them until the right moment. It was just want, pure and simple lustful wanting that itch to be scratched, She inherently knew there was only one way it was going to be scratched.

I put on some soft jazz music and we sat down on the love seat in the living room slowly sipping our drinks. She set hers down on the small table next to her side of the seat and moved to snuggle up next to me.

"Tommy. I really want you to show me how to make love," she said quietly. "I wasn't sure I was really ready, even though I wanted it really badly, but tonight you've treated me like a grown up. I've never had a more exciting evening in my life, and I know now that I'm ready. If you can treat me like a grown woman, I can certainly act like one, and I cannot deny returning the pleasures that you've given to me. I feel like I want to do it so badly I can't stand it."

"Deanna. You do not have to do anything if you don't want to. You aren't under any obligation for anything. You've already given to me one of the most pleasurable evenings in my life. I've never felt so proud to be with a woman as I was being with you, so there's nothing you 'have' to do!"

"No Tommy. I want to. I want to really badly. I can't wait to feel you deep inside me, leaving your seed in my garden. It is something I've been wanting for a long time, but until tonight I don't think that I was really ready. I was scared, I was so afraid that I wouldn't do it right. I've never wanted anyone except you, and I've been so afraid that I'd disappoint you because I didn't know what I was doing."

She hesitated for a minute, I guess trying to figure out how she was going to say what she wanted, but I thought she was being pretty articulate already.

"But tonight ... In my mind, I know I'm really ready," she started to chuckle as she finished saying, "and now my pussy knows that I'm ready too."

I couldn't help looking deeply into her eyes at this point, not saying a word. I was just reveling in the beauty of this young girl who would soon be a young woman.

She moved to hold me closer and tighter and let one of her hands drop down to the lump in my silk pants and gently let my cock out.

She rested her head on my chest looking down at her hand, which was now stroking my cock slowly and with care. She let out a heavy sigh, and moved her head down to be directly above my throbbing meat. Her little tongue hesitantly darted out to lick the precum off the tip scrunching up her nose momentarily, but then smiling before licking the tip clean. She then moved her tongue to massage my cock from the base to the tip. Front to back, top to bottom stopping at the top again to lick off another drip of the clear sticky juice that would later be helping to lubricate her pussy for its first penetration.

She looked up into my eyes with a grin, and said, "That's yummy Tommy. Am I doing it right?"

"You're doing just fine kitten. Is this your first time doing this?" knowing full well it was.

Blushing brightly now, she slowly nodded her head looking slightly embarrassed as she admitted she'd never even seen a real cock much less had her mouth near one before tonight.

"You're doing it just right sweetie. When you go back to do it again, kiss the tip and let it slip between your lips and suck it like you would suck on a Popsicle. Be careful not to use your teeth, and just take it as far in as is comfortable. Later, you may be able to take it all the way down your throat, but don't worry about that right now. Ok?"

She looked at me lustfully again, nodded and lowered her face down to my cock again. She opened wide and took it gently into her luscious mouth.

Now I'm not hung like a horse by any stretch of the imagination, but it was almost too big to get it in her mouth comfortably, however she started bobbing up and down on it like a pro. I couldn't believe this was her very first blowjob. She was really getting energetic as it was hitting the back of her mouth at the base of her throat. She kept at it relaxing her throat muscles little by little then lo and behold, my cock ended up "half way" to her stomach. She did that about half a dozen times and lifted her face from my dick, looked up at me with the most precious grin that I could ever attempt to describe.

"Is that ok Tommy?" she seemed insecure with her ability. "Am I doing it ok? Is it feeling good for you?"

"Oh Dee," I gasped, "You are incredible. I can't believe you gave me a 'Deep Throat' on your very first blowjob."

"I liked that a lot," she told me with enthusiasm, "And I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel in the shower. I want to make love to you like I want you to make love to me."

Taking her in my arms and kissing her intensely on the lips we let our tongues play tag for a few minutes before we broke it apart and looked into each other's eyes.

"We'll make love to each other Dee. That's the way it should always be. Love and Sex should never be a one-way thing. It takes two to tango, and I think I've found my life's dancing partner. I don't ever want to let you go!"

If looks can melt a person, and they can, Deanna just melted me with her eyes and the obvious love she was feeling.

I'd never been in love like this before, ever, and it's with a 15-year-old young woman. Not even Marie had me this wrapped.

It is certainly more than physical I know that much already. She's been with me long enough for me to know that I truly enjoy her company, and miss her when she was at school or visiting friends. She is mature far beyond her years, which is a true tribute to Tara and I had to constantly remind myself that Dee is only 15. This young lady is everything I'd ever dreamed about. I enjoyed pleasuring her and it is apparent that she is enjoying pleasuring me. What could be better?

"You had me sooooo close to cumming honey. I'll let you know when I'm about to go off so you can move your mouth away," I let her know.

"No way Jose!" she exclaimed. "I'm going to eat every drop!" She was laughing as she moved her head back down to take my cock back into her mouth.

Her beautiful head was bobbing up and down on my rock hard dick and I could feel that urge starting to pulse itself up from my balls as I was so close to blasting my semen into her mouth.

"I'm about to cum honey. Oh shit, here it comes."

She moved her head up so that the head of my cock was just inside her mouth and with her tongue she titillated the tip of my cock until it blasted into her mouth. Her eyes met mine as she took every blast and swallowed, not missing a drop. This girl was absolutely incredible.

She licked and sucked me until I was completely clean and almost dry then moved up slowly, unbuttoning the silk shirt as she kissed and licked up my body, slowly licked and sucked on my neck and ears breathing heavily the whole time. Her eyes met mine with a smiling sparkle as she put her lips against mine, softly at first, then with more feeling slipping her tongue into my mouth to play with mine. We played tongue tag for quite some time before moving away just enough to be able to touch noses and stare in each other's eyes.

She got a silly grin on her face and told me, "I've heard from some of my girlfriends that if you get your man to come in your mouth first that he'll last a lot longer in your pussy. I want you in me 'till the sun comes up in the morning!"

She giggled again, when my cock started to twitch at her comment. She'd had her hand around it all along. It was almost like she wasn't going to let it go for fear it would somehow escape!

We held each other close giving soft caresses as the music soothed. I wasn't going to rush anything because there was no reason. We had months to play, so whatever happened tonight was only a beginning.

I don't have any idea what time it was, but while holding each other, we fell asleep. Must have been the drinks, adrenalin wearing off and just plain fatigue. We were both early risers, so we'd been up and active since about 6:30am the previous day.

About 5:30am I woke up and looked around for a moment before I got my bearings and realized where I was, then felt the warmth of Deanna's body against mine as she slept peacefully, her hand still resting on my flaccid member. I smiled to myself and moved slowly so I didn't wake her and turned off the music machine, dimmed the lights and put our half full drink glasses into the kitchen sink.

I walked back to the love seat, leaned down putting my arms under her knees and back, and gently lifted her sleeping form into my arms. Slowly, I walked her to my bed, a bed in which I hoped she would spend a lot of time, if not all the time.

I lowered her softly, laid her down close to the middle, and placed her head onto one of the many pillows I have in my collection.

When she started to wake I leaned down to give her a soft kiss and whispered to her, "go back to sleep."

She smiled weakly, said, "Thank you Tommy. I love you so much."

Then with a very satisfied smile on her face, promptly fell back into a deep sleep.

I took off the shirt, though I left on the pants and crawled into the bed next to her, rolled over and put my arm around my young, soon to be lover, and fell fast asleep in moments.



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Chapter 3: Morning Dawns


The sun was shining brightly into the bedroom and the clock on the table was reading 11:20am when I was gently awakened. I thought I had been dreaming, but as I opened my eyes, my young lover was gently stroking and licking on my cock, which was about as hard as it could get.

"Good morning sweetie. I hope you slept as well as I did because you're going to need the rest before I'm done with you today." She had a mischievous grin on her face, then took my cock into her mouth and promptly gave me a "deep throat" like a professional cocksucker. This girl was too much.

Gee ... Have I said that before?

I reached over and pulled on one of her legs pulling it towards me. She let my cock slip from her mouth long enough to give me a questioning look before realizing what I was up to.

She moved her legs around so that she was straddling my face before she went back to paying attention to my rigid dick.

Now in front of me was the most beautiful pussy I had ever put my eyes on. It was dripping it was so wet, so I just began to lick up the juices that were already flowing. I felt a shudder and heard a gasp as my tongue touched her outer lips and licked down towards her clit. I just licked around the outside edges and up into her mound occasionally very gently nipping at her thighs, mound and labia with my lips and teeth.

I moved my tongue slowly, moving up and down her tight slit. The tip was barely penetrating the inner most sanctum of her sex titillating the inner labia.

I knew this would drive her nuts and it was having exactly that effect. She'd lost concentration on my cock as her brain started to concentrate on that feeling between her legs. Her hips were starting to undulate with the movement of my mouth while she tried to put her pussy deep into my mouth. Breathing was going to become a challenge, but a task I was ready to tackle.

I brought my hands up to the back of her thighs using my fingers to part the outer lips exposing the pink inside and right there at the bottom of my picture was her little hood with the little scout poking its head up gingerly looking for some gratification.

Well, how could I deny this little knob its desire? I slowly licked from her vaginal opening down to the edge of that nubbin and began to lick around it gently, using barely any pressure, gingerly teasing it with my mouth.

Deanna was moaning quite loudly by this time and groaning for more. Her hips forcefully moved her little knob to my mouth in a valiant attempt for satisfaction.

I placed the tip of my tongue onto the very tip of her nubbin. Between the direct contact and the hot breath I was blowing into her snatch, she screamed with pleasure, her body stiffened and started to twitch uncontrollably. I kept my tongue moving gently around her clit trying to keep her orgasm going. She continued to come for what, undoubtedly seemed like an eternity. For that entire eternity, she was forcing her pussy down onto my face with incredible force. Rigid training allowed me to continue breathing.

As her orgasm started to subside, I took my tongue off of the "tender spot" and just licked up the juices and oils that she had secreted in her bliss. I kept my tongue moving around the outside edges of her pussy as she collapsed on me like she had lost consciousness.

I have to admit that I was a bit concerned, though I could feel her breathing and the pulsing of her heartbeat. I slowly moved her off of me and moved to take her in my arms as she slowly recovered from the biggest orgasm that she'd ever had up to now. Her breath was really labored while she lay there panting with her eyes closed and her mouth open.

Slowly her eyes started to open and her breathing started to get slower as her recovery was accelerating. Her pupils were so dilated that all you could see was black. She was smiling wearily, and you could see that her eyes were beginning to focus again as she tried to speak.

"Oh my god, what was that? Is it going to be like that every time?"

"That was another orgasm my love, and sometimes it will be even better," I whispered to her.

"No way. I don't think I would survive if it were any more intense than that. God, you took me up, teased me, and then made me explode. I think you enjoy eating my pussy."

"Well that's an understatement dahlin'. You have the tastiest pussy I've ever put my mouth on. I don't care if I never eat any other pussy in my life. Your pussy is the best, and you taste heavenly!"

At that last statement she blushed a bit and gave me a loving smile that made me melt again. "I hope you'll never eat another pussy either, Tommy. Well maybe mom's, but mine is yours any time you want it. You just say the word and I don't care where we are or what we're doing, my panties will be removed immediately! I can't wait until you put your cock in it, but I don't think I could stand that at the moment."

"That's ok sweetheart. There's plenty of time to make love later. We're just getting started, and it's going to be much easier if you're relaxed like you are now. I don't ever want to hurt you baby, but I know the first time will not be comfortable. Being relaxed will make it a little easier, but not entirely painless I'm afraid."

"Tommy sweetie, I'm ready for that. I know what is going to happen, and I know you will do it as gently as you can. I also know that after it heals it won't hurt like that ever again, so it'll be a wonderful experience. To be honest, I'm actually looking forward to the pain because it's going to be a good pain. So please don't worry or feel badly. I'm ready, willing and anxious for you to come inside me. I just hope I'll do it right and not disappoint you."

"Deanna, there is no possible way you could ever disappoint me in making love. Tonight we'll just take it very slow and easy and if it happens it happens. If it doesn't, like last night, it doesn't. I think we both know it's going to happen, but I'm in no rush honey, I just want you to know that. We'll do it when you're ready and the time is right. Not one second before!"

"I know, but I'm SO ready to feel you in me. I'd like to make it happen tonight, but I know you don't want to force it, so I'll try to be patient as well." Letting out a heavy sigh, "You realize of course, that patience isn't one of my strong points."

Keeping her eyes focused on mine, she moved up, kissed me gently and so sensuously that I was instantly hard again, a fact that did not escape her notice.

Deanna slowly broke the kiss as her hand moved down to my cock and she once again started to gently stroke me as she stared longingly into my eyes.

I reluctantly said, "I think we should get up, get showered, have some breakfast and get started with our day, love, don't you think?"

"I just love laying here with you Tommy. It feels so good feeling your skin on my boobs and the throb of your thingie as I stroke it. Besides, you made me cum, I think it's only fair if I did the same for you!"

"It's not a 'keep it even' game honey. I very much enjoy giving you pleasure and it's unconditional. I know you feel the same, but it doesn't mean that if I make you orgasm that you have to return the favor immediately. I'm certainly not going to keep count, and I hope you won't either. I'm very much in love with you honey, and wish to give you more pleasure than you could possibly get anywhere else. I get as much out of pleasuring you as I do when I receive it."

"I know it's not a numbers game, but I just feel like I want to suck you into my mouth. But you're right. We do need to get our day started, and I am starved."

She grinned at me, started to dart off the bed and into the bathroom saying, "Last one in the shower is a rotten egg."

"Ya got me again. Oh well. I'm sure there are worse things to be than a rotten egg."

After showering and getting dressed we went out to one of my favorite breakfast nooks and had a fantastic breakfast with all the fixin's, coffee and juice.

Once that was out of the way, I decided to take us to the mall shopping. I needed a few things and I wanted to add to Dee's wardrobe. If that blue dress was any example of her taste in "nice clothes" I was going to really enjoy shopping with her.

As we wandered through doing some serious window-shopping, I let her know that I'd like to get her a few more fancy gowns like the blue one she'd worn the night before.

She looked at me and smiled, telling me that her mom had bought that one for her special for a party that they had gone to earlier in the year.

"That dress was really expensive hon, I don't think I should buy more of them," she said in a way letting me know that it really wasn't necessary from her viewpoint.

"Dee. I want to take you out like that more often and one blue dress just won't be enough. We'll get you two or three today, and maybe two or three more in a few weeks. You are my beautiful woman and it is such a turn on to see you when you're dressed up. I know a lot of the guys at the club like to see you too!" I was grinning by that point, so she was more at ease with the fact I was willing to spend whatever it cost to let her accentuate her form with nice clothes. She knows I have some money, but like Tara has never made any requests or issues about it. As with this shopping spree, she expressed a frugal attitude, but was amiable to defer to my desires.

That frugality was born of Tara's training. It came from times when they didn't have a lot and were struggling paycheck to paycheck. I offered to help many times, but Tara always refused. She said it wasn't all that bad and that it was a good lesson in life for Dee. I helped in my ways, but it was always covert.

It gave her a warm feeling knowing that I wanted to "show her off". She was so much older than her years. There was a business dinner dance party in a couple weeks with some of the big clients in attendance, so I wanted her to look at least as good as last night.

"We're going to go to a business dinner party soon sweetie, so I want you to find something you like that will go with a black tuxedo."

"You're going to wear a tuxedo?" she queried with surprise.

"Yeah, it's kind of formal, though a suit would be ok. I enjoy dressing up like that, and now that I have a beautiful woman to accompany me it makes me want to dress up even more." I was smiling lovingly at her letting her know that I loved it when we were together. I was honored to have her as my date.

I also made a mental note to put on the tux to make sure it still fit. I'd been exercising regularly and some of my extremities were a bit bigger than they used to be. On the same sheet as the first mental note, I also noted that I probably needed to go get fitted for a few more and order up a few black ones and a couple white ones. I was going to enjoy being out with Dee, and from an ego standpoint, I was going to be the envy of every place and party we attended!

I was trying to come to grips with what was happening to me. I've never been like this before. I've never felt like this before. I mean, I was totally in love with Marie, but now I was totally captivated. This young lady wanted to please me as much as I wanted to please her. Well, Marie was that way as well, but it was different times.

"Ok. I'll find something nice." She was looking in a few windows at some really gorgeous dresses and I could tell she was looking at things that were less expensive because she didn't want to feel she was taking advantage of me. Trust me, anything she could choose in any of these stores would be pocket change, petty cash at most. I wanted to make sure we visited the Victoria's Secret store as long as we were here. She looked stunning in that baby-doll and panties, so I think we should get her more of those along with some sexy camisoles. I'll have to tell her to get a few pairs that will fit Tara as well, but I'm sure Tara could fit into anything we got for Dee.

"Dee, don't look at the price tags. I don't care what the dress costs. I only care about how it looks on you and how it makes you feel. Don't think you have to settle for something just because what you want is more money. Money is not an issue!"

"But Tommy. You already do so much for me; I don't want you to think I'm greedy or anything. Those other ones are ok. I don't need to have the most expensive clothes to be happy." She was being very sincere, but she also knew that I was serious. I wanted her to dress so that she felt like a million dollars.

I reached over and held her tight. "You would look fantastic to me in a burlap sack honey, but I'm sure it wouldn't be very comfortable. I'd like you to look, feel and act like you're my wife because I'm going to be treating you as my wife, both when we are out on the town and when I get you home."

Her eyes got wide and she started to tear up when I said that, and I couldn't tell if I'd hurt her feelings or whether she was happy. I'll never have women figured out, but I guess that's what makes them so fun and interesting. They are very special people and deserve to be treated that way.

Shyly she said, "I understand. I will be very proud to be like your wife, both out of and in our bed. I love you so very much Tommy, I want you to be proud of me when we're seen together."

Did you notice? I did. She said "our bed". I'm likin' this already! I'd like nothing more than to have this woman in my bed every night and be able to treat her like a wife when she wanted.

We perused a few of the finer stores and she picked out some very nice things. She tried them on and came out to model them for me but she didn't choose anything that didn't make her look incredible. All of them needed some slight alterations, so she made the orders and let them know we'd be back to pick them up in a few days.

We continued to wander through the mall until we found the Victoria's Secret store. She looked at me with a grin and asked me to please find something to do for a while.

I told her to pick a few things that would fit her mother also. She gave me an evil grin, but nodded her head. I gave her my credit card, cleared it with the staff so they knew to just run the card and accept her signature, while I moved along to a "toy" store. I made another mental note that I needed to get Dee a card for my account.

I picked up a couple memory upgrades, an upgraded wireless network router/switch, and a new laptop for each of us. There were a few other odds and ends before she caught up with me, grinning from ear to ear, Victoria's Secret bag in tow.

She would not give me the slightest hint what was in the bags nor would she allow me to peek.

As we were heading back out to the car we passed by one of those ultra high-end jewelry stores, and I just had to stop.

I should know better. I've been dealing with a diamond broker for years and I know she sells to this store as well as others. When I go to her shop it's 50% of whatever the tag has on it. She's in another town, and cost wasn't really an object.

She tried to drag me along, but I was looking for a couple things. Deanna was not really into jewelry. She had some nice earrings, and a couple of nice gold necklaces, but that's not exactly what I had in mind.

She was walking down different isles than I was, which was good for me because it let me look for the things I wanted without having to deal with any undo static.

Working with the young woman behind the counter, I picked out a couple things and asked her to box them up for me, but the one item I really wanted I couldn't just purchase without Dee.

I found three that I liked that appeared to be close to the size I needed, and went over to the "fitting area". I called Deanna over to sit with me and of course she was curious what I had in the boxes already. Like her Victoria's Secret secrets, I had my items that would remain a secret until the appropriate time.

She asked me what we were doing and I said I needed her there to fit something I wanted her to have.

She looked at me quizzically, not really understanding what was about to happen, which was perfect for me. I wanted it to be a total surprise and it was going to be.

I wished I had a camera because I knew the look on her face was going to be priceless.

The young lady from behind the counter finally came into the fitting area with her tray telling me that she'd had to clean the items before the sizing.

Deanna looked at me with a questioning look, as the sales person sat down, set the tray down in front of her, and began her "usual routine."

I thought Dee was going to fall off her chair when she saw the three rings in the tray, each with at least one fairly large diamond in it.

She looked at me and I could see tears start to well up so I reached for a Kleenex that was in the booth and handed it to her.

The sales lady took the first one, which I had identified as my choice, and put it on Deanna's left ring finger to check for size. Normally she would have used a sizing tool, but I had asked her to just use the rings as I hoped they would fit the way they are.

The first one she tried on, my first choice, fit like a glove. It couldn't have been more perfect if it had been designed for her specifically.

I asked my love if she liked it. She was speechless as she looked at it, looked at the sales lady and then looked at me. Then she looked back at the ring again, and looked up at me again. Tears were running down her cheeks by this time and I asked her again if she liked the one she had on.

She just nodded at me, and then looked at the ring again.

The young woman checked the fit to make sure it was just right and amazingly it was absolutely perfect. I nodded to her, handed her my gold card and let her know I'd take all the items I'd chosen.

She came back with the charge slip, which I signed with a smile, put my card away and we got up and walked out. And she was worried about the price of clothes?

Deanna was kind of weak legged leaving the jewelry store, and kept looking at her ring.

"Tommy, I --"

"Dee. You don't have to say a word. That is a small token and is an expression to you of how I feel. I want you to feel like my wife since you are going to be acting like her."

"Tommy, I --"

"When you are 'old enough' to make that decision according to the law, I will ask you officially, but until then we can only live like we have been and keep everything a secret."

I wasn't sure how I was going to deal with teachers, but fortunately the school year was nearly over. We'd have a whole summer to "play", and by the time she started the next year she'd be well experienced in the ways of being a "wife". We'd also be able to work out a strategy on explaining the ring.

One strategy that I'd already considered was a private school, or even home schooling, but I had to pass anything like that by Tara, and I don't' know how she would take to Deanna wearing a ring like that.

But for now, we just piled our booty into the car and headed home for a rest and some lunch.

We both decided to rest for a bit, both knowing what we'd planned for that evening and night.

We went into my bedroom and undressed. She put on one of my monster big T-Shirts and I just pulled on a pair of loose boxers. We crawled up on the bed, and snuggled for a bit, before I asked her if she would move some of her things into this bedroom and stay with me.

With absolutely no hesitation she said, "Yes, but why just some of my things?"

I smiled and answered, "We need to maintain the appearance that we're in separate bedrooms sweetie."

To her questioning look, "What we are doing is not legal or socially acceptable by usual societal standards."

She understood completely because she'd actually thought of that a lot during the time she was trying to figure out how she was going to get me into bed.

"Tommy, I love the ring, thank you so much. I love what it represents to you and to me. It makes me feel so attached, so committed, which I want to be. I am yours Tommy, forever!"

"I think Mom will be so happy for us, but I'm wondering how we can tell her," she said with a faraway look in her eyes.

"I know she knows we'll be making love; She said that to me before she left. She just told me to be sure it's what I truly wanted and to let you know slowly."

With a little giggle, "I'm not sure she is going to be ready for a 'permanent' change like this."

"We've got some time to think about that sweetheart, so I'm sure we'll come up with something all three of us can live with."

Then with a serious look, "She's still your mom honey, so we have to abide by her wishes. I hope she'll be accepting, and I think she will, but we have to present it to her in a mature way. We'll come up with it before she comes home, but I think we should tell her what's going on as soon as we can."

"Yeah. I think you're right," she whispered with a smile.

"We'll think on it and I'm sure mom will understand," she said with a grin. "She already knows how much I love you."

Looking me right in the eyes she continued, "Mom and me are so tuned in to each other, she'll probably know the minute you stick it in me. She'll feel my love, she'll feel the pain when you go through my cherry, such as it is, and she'll feel my orgasm when you fill me with your cum."

"Tommy?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think you'd like to sleep with mom again? I mean, have sex with her like you're going to do with me?"

Holy cow, how was I going to get around this one? I'd been sleeping with Tara for years on and off, and I care incredibly for her, but there isn't nearly the chemistry with her as there is with her daughter.

I won't lie to Dee, but something I learned doing security work is that you only answer the question that's asked, so that's what I'll do. She'll know soon enough, but that's all a long drawn out story, perhaps for later.

"Ummm, I don't know honey, honestly I've thought about it, but that was before I knew of your feelings. What would you think about it?"

"Oh. I think I'd be ok with it because I know that you love me. Even if you love mom, and I know you do," she said grinning, "It wouldn't be the same way you love me, would it?"

"No Dee. I don't believe I could ever love any woman like I love you. I care a lot for your mom. She's a very special woman, just like you are a very special young woman. Knowing how you feel about me and still leaving you here with me took a lot of guts on her part. She knows we'll have sex, so she obviously respects your feelings a lot!"

"Yeah, we've always been pretty close – especially after my father wasn't there anymore. I always respected her feelings and point of view and she always respected mine. She didn't always agree but always explained to me why. She never gave me the, 'Because I said so' kind of explanation. She treats me like an adult even though I know I'm not an adult yet."

"But you wouldn't object to me and your mom --?"

"No, I wouldn't. Actually I think it would be cool to join you at some point, but I also know that you are mine and I am yours, so I can't be jealous of mom. I think I'd want her to feel as good as you make me feel. I love my mom!"

Then after a few minutes, "Do you think you will make love to her?"

"I don't know sweetheart, like with you, it will totally depend on her and what she wants. You are going to have to let her know it's ok. She's not going to want to 'invade' your space and will most likely respect those boundaries, so you will have to help define those boundaries for her."

With that, we got silent, looked into each other's eyes, kissed and in each other's arms, nodded off for an afternoon nap.

I think we will undoubtedly consummate our love for each other this day, and I believe we are both anxiously ready for that expression of our love for each other. I know she is.

As we were falling asleep, I was thinking of those things, and of course my little brain was taking things a bit too seriously and poked her in the butt.

She giggled, let out a heavy sigh, spread her legs just enough so that my stiffy would fit tightly between her legs. We drifted off with my cock pressing along her very moist slit, getting ever more moist while her pussy was letting me know it was primed and ready for the little guy.

I woke up about 4:30 or so and found Deanna looking at me longingly. When my eyes popped open she smiled that delicious smile and whispered to me, "Hi lover, did you get yourself rested?"

"I think so, kitten. What are we going to do this evening?" I said, trying my best to keep a straight face.

"Oh, I don't know. I'm sure something will come up," she shot back immediately. "I guess we should get cleaned up, dressed and figure out what we're going to do for food and drink."

I looked at her incredulously as she bantered back like a pro. This was not a child I was dealing with – maybe in years, but that brain was at 110% all the time.

I crawled out of the bed and she followed closely behind as we made our way to the bath for a quick shower. She was the rotten egg on this excursion. For a change it really was a quick shower.

She wasn't pushing any physical activity at this point. Dee knew that later she was going to get what she wanted and though she was very eager for it to happen, she was still a little nervous. She knew that rushing wouldn't improve anything and that she needed to be relaxed.

I had to add patience to the list, but it was only temporary.

We went out to one of my top choice greasy spoons, had a good meal and some light drink along with good conversation. It was a very relaxing evening all the way around.

About 7:30 or quarter to eight Deanna reached across the table, took my hands, and looked longingly into my eyes and with a bright smile on her face said softly, "Take me home now. It's time."

I gave her hands a gentle squeeze, a bright smile and stood up holding my hands out to her.

"Lezz went," I said with a grin.



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Chapter 4: Cherry Picking


On the way back to the house she moved over really close to me and put her arms around my arm but didn't say a word. It was uncannily silent during our trip back, but that was ok. She was nervous, as any young lady would be when she knows she's only going to be a virgin for another hour or so. She was in her own thoughts and I wouldn't even attempt to venture a guess at what they might be.

I just let her be silent and made sure I was there to be held.

We pulled into the garage and let the "machine" do its work closing the door. I looked at her tenderly then leaned down and gave her a soft kiss, which was readily returned.

I followed her up the stairs into the kitchen where she turned around, threw her arms around me and held me tightly for a few moments before asking me to make her a Cuba Libre with a cherry in it.

I nodded and said, "I will certainly do that for you as soon as I get cleaned up and changed. Is that ok?"

She nodded with a smile. On her way upstairs to get changed, she said she'd meet me back down in the living room. With a smile on her face and a bounce in her step Dee disappeared quickly up the stairs.

I went up and jumped into a quick shower and put on my "best" silk boxers and my favorite Japanese silk "smoking" robe then made it back down to the kitchen to mix us up a couple drinks.

I made both drinks full strength this time, as I knew she would need to relax a bit. This was going to be her night, and I was going to make absolutely sure that it was special for her. I made sure that I dropped a cherry in her Cuba as requested.

I'd heard the shower running a bit ago and it was quite some time before I heard the door close.

I placed the full glasses on the mantle and turned to greet my young lover.

Shyly, she came slowly down the stairs towards me in the most stunning, sheer, pure white negligee, obviously one of her "secret" acquisitions at Victoria's Secret. Under that was a very small and sheer "camisole" that did nothing to hide those magnificent tits, and a pair of pure white, lacy silk panties with a cherry printed on them right in the front of her mound, just about where the little sentry would be waiting for its attention. Like the cami, the panties hid nothing.

"Oh my god Dee, You look absolutely stunning," I gasped as I was standing to meet her.

I could see the nervousness in her eyes as she looked at me for approval. I smiled at her lovingly, held my hands out to her and took a small step forward to signal her that it was ok to take my hands.

As she took my hands I could feel her quivering slightly. As bad as she wanted this to happen, she was still so nervous.

Ok. That was the first thing to settle.

I leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the lips and steered her to the couch, sat her down and handed her the drink I'd made earlier.

She took the glass from my hand, looked up with a smile and took a large drink from the glass.

I sat down next to her and pulled her to me. "You look extremely beautiful Deanna. You are dressed perfectly for the occasion." Kissing her tenderly on the forehead then on the tip of her nose, I continued with a big grin, "You remind me of a fresh piece of fruit."

That elicited a strange look from her as she scrunched up her nose and asked, "A Fresh piece of fruit?"

"Yes kitten. Ripe, and ready to eat." To which she just totally cracked up, put her arms around my neck and put a kiss on my lips to beat all then lowered her mouth to my neck and gave it a quick nip with her teeth.

Seemingly loosened up a bit, she laughed and with a loving look, whispered to me, "Honey, this cherry is ready to be eaten."

The kiss that followed was long, passionate and intense. Her tongue played tag with mine with an intensity that I had not gotten from her before. As she moaned, my right hand moved up and cupped one breast gently, which caused a very fierce moan.

I tweaked at her nipple through the negligee and cami and it immediately responded by hardening. Her tits were so responsive it was almost unnatural.

When we broke off the kiss our eyes locked on to each other and I took both breasts in my hands and kneaded them softly. She moved her arms up around my neck even higher to give me more unrestricted access to her luscious orbs.

One of her hands reached down and wrapped around my rigid cock and she moaned loudly, and once again, with a sparkle in her eyes, asked me her magic question, "Is this for me?"

I looked deeply into her eyes and with a smile, gave her my "stock" answer; "It's yours if you want it my love."

"Oh Tommy, I want it. I want it so bad, I can't stand it anymore."

I stood up from the love seat, took her hands in mine and lifted her to her feet. She gave me a questioning look when I bent over, lifted her up, and began to carry her towards the bedroom. She buried her face in the crook of my neck and nibbled lightly, kissed and gently licked as we made our way up the stairs. She lifted her head slightly and whispered quietly into my ear, "I love you so much."

As I made it to the door and turned to enter, I noted that she had already pulled the blankets down and laid down a silk "virgin pad" to protect the bedding and mattress from any blood that may "leak. Another Victoria's Secret surprise."

She whispered again, "I love you so much Tommy. Please, make love to me? Please."

"I love you too honey, and it will be my pleasure to share my love with you."

I gently set her down on the bed centered on the silk pad that she'd put down and joined her in the bed.

Our eyes met quickly and the love being expressed with just our eyes was intense. I reached down and slowly and deliberately started to remove her negligee. She twisted a bit so that I could take it from the bed and put it on the chair next to the bed. I sensually took my hands and caressed her face, then down to her breasts and slowly untied the two bows on the front of the cami and pulled it away from her body leaving her nude except for those incredibly sexy pure white, silk panties she had put on.

She looked up at me and reached over to pull off my boxers as I put my mouth on first one breast then the other not leaving one to be neglected. I felt her hand circling my cock as she gently stroked it.

With her other arm she pulled me down to the bed to be right beside her when I reached to slowly, seductively, remove her panties, her hands met mine to symbolically give her sex to me.

We pushed them down off of her butt and hips as she raised them slightly to assist with the removal of the last protection her sex had for this evening.

She let out a loud moan as one hand cupped her mound and slit while it was moving back up from its pleasant task of removing the panties.

With both of her hands, she took my face, kissed me deeply, and pushed me over onto my back. She immediately started moving her face down my chest over my belly and on to my cock. Her hand had been keeping it warm for her hot moist mouth, and she took the tip of my cock in her mouth, licked and sucked it like a woman that had been giving head for years. I moaned loudly as she licked from the base to the tip and sucked my balls so softly into her mouth while stroking gently. She settled down to suck me dry. Her head bobbing up and down, twisting around, and generally trying to pull as much sperm from my balls as she could.

"Oh shit honey, I'm going to come," I gasped out to her.

She moved her head up so that the head of my cock was just inside her mouth and started moving her tongue around until I unceremoniously shot my load into her beautiful mouth. She didn't slop a drop. She wolfed it all and continued to suck me until it was all cleaned up, starting to get hard again.

She took her mouth off my cock and with a big grin, told me, "You'll be in my pussy for a good long time after that load."

As she moved up towards my face again, she whispered to me, "I want you inside me Tommy."

We kissed very passionately as she maneuvered herself on to her back and pulled me on top of her.

As our kiss ended, I started sliding down her body stopping momentarily to partake of the dual orbs that were bumps on the path to her nether world.

I used my mouth, teeth, tongue fingers and anything else I could think of to manipulate all parts of her body as my mouth stopped once again at her belly button and played for a short time pulling some giggles out of her.

My face got down to those soft downy hairs that were trying to protect her mound, and I reveled in their feel before moving my tongue the length of her tight virgin slit. Her lips were swelling noticeably, but still tight together protecting the inner sanctum and the entrance to the "Promised Land". The primal odor, her taste, everything about this pussy was heavenly.

I continued working on her sex, parting the outer lips and running my tongue up and down the inner spaces inserting at the bottom, teasing at the top.

She was writhing, squirming, and bucking like crazy as I moved her up towards that final climax before giving her the filled feeling she was craving. As soon as I thought she was just there, I moved my tongue away to let that feeling marinade a few seconds before I went back to work on that little nubbin that kept itself available for the entire show. I put my tongue in her pussy hole as far as I could and wiggled my nose against her clitty, then moved my tongue up to the bud, put my mouth around it and sucked and licked until she exploded. Her legs clamped around my head, her hips were moving in directions I could never have predicted and her screams were heaven to my ears. Her orgasm took her away completely.

Her legs relaxed on my head and I went back to gently moving my tongue around her pussy making sure I was clear of her clit.

As her spasms started to lessen, I began my journey back up to her face, of course stopping at her mounds for a few additional licks and nibbles.

By the time I was able to look into her eyes, she was nearly "conscious" again and weakly smiled at me, but was still unable to say anything.

I lowered my lips to hers and kissed her more passionately than I ever had before. She returned the kiss in earnest and licked her juices off my face with relish.

"That's what I taste like?" she asked with a grin.

"Yes it is."

"I like that. I don't taste bad at all," she observed breathlessly.

"No kitten, you taste delicious. The best, the sweetest pussy ever."

We held each other side by side allowing her to recover from the massive orgasm she'd just had.

Our eyes were locked on to each other's and we were gently giving peck kisses all over each other's face.

The entire time Deanna had my cock in her hand, gently stroking me to make sure I got as rigid as possible. We both knew the time was near.

I started kissing her with more intensity as I started to move my body up over hers. I had told her that it might be easier if she were on top the first time so she could control the penetration, but she wanted it in the traditional "missionary" position. "I want you to take what I'm giving sweetie. I want to feel your love enter me while I'm giving you mine," she said quietly, softly running her hands through my hair.

I had already resolved to go very slowly and easy for her. What I couldn't control was her exuberance, so I had to be ready for that.

As I moved up over her she opened her legs for me and put her knees around my hips as I rubbed my cock through her slot paying close attention to the little hard spot at the top that was rubbing the bottom.

Each time I stroked forward she moaned and her breathing was getting faster and deeper as she moved closer and closer to another orgasm.

The lust in her eyes was so incredibly intense while she let her body be ready for the ultimate expression of her love.

When her orgasm started she twitched almost uncontrollably as I let my cock slip down her slit until it was right at her opening. I applied a little pressure to see how it was going to go and as I pressed, her outer lips just parted for my cock and it found itself pressing at the entrance to her vagina.

Our eyes met and stayed, her hands came up to each side of my face holding me gently, and lifting her lips to meet mine, she whispered to me, "Do it Tommy. Now please. I want you inside me so bad."

I pressed a little harder and could feel her start to push against me.

POP! The head of my cock was firmly inside the entrance to her vagina.

Her eyes got a bit larger as she gasped and moaned at the same time.

"Oh god Tommy. That feels so good. Oh my god, please give it all to me."

"Slowly Deanna. Please baby; let's take it slow. I felt your cherry give way already. Let me try to stretch you a little before I push more. It may not hurt quite as badly if we just stretch you through it."

"Oh shit Tommy, it feels wonderful so far, and I know you didn't want to hurt me, but I was ready for it. I wanted the pain; it's telling me I'm truly your woman. Please, just push in and stop so I can get used to how it feels."

During her "speech" I had been pressing in against the muscles surrounding the path and it didn't feel all that formidable, so as she was finishing her plea, I pressed a little harder and with a small lurch I pushed about an inch further in.

"Oompf. Mfhgg," came out of her mouth, as her eyes got bigger. And a very quick, "owww." Her cherry apparently hadn't ripped completely with the first push.

I stopped moving and didn't move a muscle as I looked into her face for any sign of the need to withdraw and let things settle. I didn't see any. What I did see was a look of inquisitive pleasure. She didn't know whether she really liked it a lot or whether it was a bit more than she expected, but there was no indication that she wanted to change any position, so I just maintained where I was and waited for her. You could tell that she was trying to get used to the feel of having something inside her tight opening and I could feel her manipulating her muscles around my cock to test her ability to squeeze. She seemed to know what it was doing to me already, so she got this evil grin on her face as I moaned through closed eyes.

There was a small giggle from below me, "Are you having a little problem Thomas?"

I chuckled at her, "You little she devil. You just let me know when it's ok to move again and I will continue to fill you completely."

"Oh god, thank you. I know you are trying not to hurt me baby and I love you for that. So far, just the feeling of you entering has been so special to me – just knowing that I can give you my love totally and completely means so much to me. And next time it will be without any pain at all!"

"Honey, if it takes all night to finish what we've started that is the way it is," I whispered, but what I didn't tell her was that taking all night would be ok with me.

The feeling of her tight entrance and her muscle experiments was something I never wanted to end. But I also know that this was only the beginning.

I would have this young woman as long as she would have me. I didn't intend on ever letting go, and I'm sure Tara would not object. I felt for Tara because I wanted her as well, but not in the same way as her daughter. It sounded as though as far as Deanna was concerned it would be ok to "share" as long as she was my main squeeze. If Tara was willing to do that, I wouldn't object at all, but that was going to be between mother and daughter.

Deanna started to wiggle slightly to see if she was ready for more movement and I could see the small wince as the torn skin caused her discomfort, but she tried her best to hide any adverse reaction knowing that it would inhibit my continuation. "Please push in a little more and stop," she said quietly. "I think if we just do it a little at a time it will work better, let me adjust to being stretched and filled. God, I love this feeling, Tommy, so don't be worried that I'm not comfortable. I can't wait for that little sting to heal so it'll just be getting my pussy used to having your cock inside."

I pushed in gently about another half inch or so causing Deanna to moan loudly and gasp out, "Oh gawd that's good. Oh shit Tommy, I can't believe this."

"Honey. What I'd like to do is move back and forth, in and out a little to make sure I stay lubricated with your oils so we'll stay slippery and will probably make it much easier for you. When I do move like that it may push in a bit when I stroke back inward so if it gets uncomfortable please tell me to stop or slow down or whatever you'd like me to do."

By doing it this way I'd penetrate more slowly and cleanly, but if I accidentally got pushing in too far too fast she can slow me down or stop me. If I do this right and pause at the proper spots and push gently I'll be all the way into her before long and it will cause the least amount of discomfort. I know that she'll have some level of discomfort anyway just because there's never been anything in her this deep before. Her pussy is going to need to stretch to fit. My cock isn't a monster, which unlike some fellows I know it isn't a big deal to me. Ha. Pun intended!

I've never had complaints about the utilization and I don't think Deanna will have any complaints either. It should be fairly easy for her to stretch adequately to accommodate the "medium" size.

"That sounds so good Tommy. It sure feels great so far, but it is a weird feeling since there's never been anything in that far before, not even fingers!"

"You'll get used to it and after this time it should never hurt like this time. I'm really sorry that it hurt at all but for some reason God made it so that a woman's first time is painful. It sure would have been a whole lot easier on females if that cherry wasn't there."

"Yeah. I guess I could have broken it before. Some of my girlfriends used their hairbrush to break it, but I wanted to give it to my man. If I hadn't already known who I wanted to give it to, I may have broken it myself, but that hymen was for you and nobody else!"

As she was talking to me, I was slowly withdrawing and pushing back in ensuring that my cock was maintaining its lubricant. During that activity I'd probably pushed in an additional inch or so. I would stop to rest so she could adjust to the additional penetration but she didn't seem to outwardly notice.

I kept this up for quite some time watching her beautiful face acknowledge the new feelings and seeing the lust in her eyes as she finally had her deepest dream realized. I have to admit, that my dreams lately have been parallel to hers, and this was a fulfillment of those dreams.

I would never have a fantasy about her or a fantasy about what to do and the like in making sex happen for her. I am a firm believer that if you plan a real experience, it is best to just dream. If you have a great fantasy, the reality may not live up to your fantasy and will color the activity, which may be an ultimate disappointment. Most of the time a real experience cannot even match a fantasy, which is in part the reason fantasies are what they are.

"Tommy, I can feel it moving inward further and further. You are doing me so gently I can't believe I've got as much of you inside me as I do with as little discomfort as I do. There's only a slight sting where my cherry was, and it does feel a bit weird as you move inside further, but it feels so good. Ohmigod, I don't feel the sting hardly at all. Some of my girlfriends said it hurt really bad and the guy just kind of slammed it to her until he got off."

"It's the way boys are honey."

"I know sweetie, I know."

"How ya doing kitten? Is there anything you want me to do?" I asked her lovingly.

I could tell by looking into her eyes that she was doing just fine, but I wanted to hear her tell me and if she wanted me to do something differently to let me know.

"I'm doing wonderfully honey. I can feel that you're nearly all inside and I also looked. It's just as sexy to see you going in and out of me as it is feeling it," she said with a grin.

"When you pull almost all the way out and then slowly slide it back in, the feeling in my belly is incredible," she said a little breathlessly. "Just keep doing what you're doing. We can 'play' later or some other time."

Chuckling, Dee finished, "I'm sure there are tons of things you will teach me, and you have a student who's all pussy and ready to learn."

I smiled at that comment and noticed in her eyes a look of love and pleasure I'd never seen in a woman. I could also feel her experimenting with her muscle control and how she was trying to make it more pleasurable to me. Unlike some women I'd been with over the years she was definitely an active participant, and by being that way was already showing me things she liked me to do – all of which were duly noted for the future.

"Are you ready for the last little bit honey?" I asked. There was almost no part of my cock that wasn't inside her.

"Oh yes, give it all to me baby, but when you get it all the way inside me, please stop and just let it sink in. I want to feel you totally filling me."

Then added, "I can't wait to feel you cum inside me."

Saying, "I wish I'd stopped taking the pill so you could put a baby in me. I really want to make a baby for us."

"There's plenty of time for making babies honey. Now isn't really a good time. I want you to be 100% physically and emotionally ready for that."

"Tommy, I --"

"I know you probably feel that you are, but you are still to "small" to comfortably carry a child," I said pushing a little more. She moaned appreciably.

I could see some disappointment on her face, but no "resentment" of being told that even though she's physically able to take in an adult cock, she's really not ready for completing what the act is meant to do.

Then I continued, " I'm not a woman, b --"

She interrupted with a laugh, "Thank god for that! To think I'd be missing this feeling inside me!"

She continued, "I know that one of my purposes in life is to make babies and my system for doing that is armed and ready."

"Yes. The system is armed and ready, but your body needs to do more growing and maturing."

With that I pushed the last quarter inch of my cock into her and as my pubic bone bumped against her pubic bone and clit, her eyes got large, she let out an extremely loud moan and her head moved back looking at the headboard. That was the part of this whole act that I had been waiting for, giving her that electric jolt emanating from her clit through her entire body. She was about to have her first orgasm with a cock in her.

One goal I had with this deflowering is to give her pleasure like she's never felt before and I want her to orgasm a few times before I explode in her.

And I do mean explode. I know I'll explode. I can feel it already, but having cum earlier I can hold out for much longer than I already have. This is Dee's night and I want it to be all about her. She's my lover; my companion and she'll be cherished as such. I have found my life's partner for as long as she'll have me.

I couldn't believe the feel in my cock as I held it firmly in place, buried in her tight sheath, with her arms around me, looking into each other's eyes. Our faces were only inches apart as I lowered mine towards her to nibble on her face, kiss her intensely and let her know that she was the center of my universe at this moment. There is nothing else more important to me than her, and there isn't.

She let out a huge sigh, and gave me a smile that melted me again. Our eyes met once again and I kissed her on each then the tip of her nose followed by gently, smoothly, and sensually on the lips in an expression of my affection. When the kiss ended and we were looking in each others eyes again, I could feel her squeezing my dick with her muscles again and actually moving her hips and pelvis to rub my pubic bone against her little nubbin causing her to moan lightly.

While she moved a little and squeezed a lot, she put a hand on each side of my face, kissed me gently, looked hungrily into my eyes, and whispered, "Fuck me Tommy. I'm ready for you to fuck me now."

With that command, I smiled a little and repositioned myself so that I could do as requested and started to slowly pull my cock out of her. I got all the way to the end, leaving the knob of my end inside and gently reversed the motion and slowly re-inserted into her.

Her moan was music to my ears and her look was magical.

I gently stroked in and out of her tight sheath adding a little speed with each stroke.

"You can fuck me harder Tommy. I want to feel your intensity," she gasped. "I'll let you know if you're hurting me, but please Tommy, fuck me like you would any other woman. I want it that way."

I gave her what she wished, and started moving into her with a bit more gusto and I could feel her climax building and knew it wouldn't take much longer before she'd be twitching and moaning more loudly.

As I increased my speed and intensity, she began mewling and actually purring like a cat, and all of a sudden her body got stiff, she arched up and grabbed me with her arms nearly crushing my neck, but it was what was happening inside her pussy that was absolutely insane.

Those muscles inside her were squeezing me like a press. It was almost painful as she was already extremely tight, but when those muscles clamped down, holy shit!

I kept moving in her as much as I could, but very slowly allowing her to maintain her orgasm for as long as possible.

Inside, I was elated. This is exactly what I wanted for her. All I could do was wait for her, and wait I did.

As her breathing started to become more controlled she opened her eyes and gazed at me unbelieving.

"You were right honey, it did get better. Ohmigod, I can't believe that orgasm was better than the one earlier tonight, but it sure was."

"That's what I was aiming for sweetheart, and I hope to give you a few more before we're finished tonight. I'm probably only going to be good for this one shot, so I'm going to make it the best I can."

"Tommy, don't worry about that. You can cum in me right now and I will be happy and fulfilled. You have made this so special for me so far, I don't know how it can get any better, but every time you say that, it does," she was grinning by the end of that and I could feel those magic pussy muscles working on my cock like milking machine.

"Are you tired Dee? We can stop to rest any time if you want."

"I'm ok. I'm just laying here on my back so I'm already resting. You're the one doing all the work! Do you want to change? I'll get on top and you can rest while I fuck you."

"If you want to do that, I'm good with it. I don't think I'm ready to give up on the feeling of having my cock inside you. It's heavenly Dee. Your pussy is the best I've ever experienced."

"Wanna try to roll over? We can try to keep it in me. I don't want it out of me either. If I could figure out a way, I'd never let you take it out," she giggled.

"Ok, here we go," I said grabbing a hold of her beautiful ass to hold it from sliding off my cock.

"Ummmm. That feels really good Tommy. Moving it around like that. We'll need to figure out a way to lay on our sides so we can sleep with it in me."

As we rolled on to our sides, I stopped and showed her that position was not a mystery. We could make love on our sides any time she desired. It would be fantastic to fall asleep wrapped in each others arms with my cock buried deep in her pussy.

We paused for a while as we held each other tightly and allowed her pussy to hold my dick with our legs tangled around to hold us together. As I ground my bone into her clit, she started moaning, wiggling and pressing at me again, so I decided we'd stay here for a time and see if I can make her cum again while in this position.

We undulated with each other for a while and she was moving her legs around to get a better angle, when she just stiffened up, moaned loudly and started to twitch again. While all this was happening, her pussy was doing its squeeze job on my cock and I had to concentrate this time not to immediately shoot my load into her depths.

In a few minutes her eyes opened again, her breathing became a bit slower and more controlled. When she looked over at me, she said, "You should have let it go that time Tommy. I could feel you getting bigger, but then I felt you move a bit and get smaller again."

"I wanted to give you one more shot at it Dee. From the top."

"It's ok sweetie, you've made me a very happy girl tonight, so giving me your cum will be the icing on the cake. I've already had 4 incredible orgasms. I've been "taken" by a very gentle man. I have a wonderful cock buried inside my pussy. How could I ask for more than that?"

I just smiled at her tenderly and kissed her lips as she allowed herself to play tongue tag for a few minutes. I was still hard as a rock and deep in her sex but had one more "act" to play before collapsing.

"Roll up and get on top of me honey, but don't let me slide out. It's time for you to do some of the work," I said with a grin.

My grin was met with a mock pout and a pushed out lower lip, followed by giggles and laughter. I love her laugh; it's so genuine.

She moved herself over to the top without letting me escape even a little bit, and just for fun started wiggling around and sliding herself up and down. I moaned for her, and she sat up on my cock and started to slowly stroke my dick in and out of her sopping snatch. I was getting really close to the end this time and she could somehow tell so she started moving things up and down faster and when she came to the bottom of the stroke she was much more forceful as it not only made her clit give her electric pulses it drove me deeper into her nether world.

She was bouncing up and down with abandon and her moans were at least as loud and pronounced as were mine. I could feel things churning down below as they started to make their way towards the surface.

"Dee, I'm so close right now. I'm going to blast a load into you like I haven't ever done before. I can just feel it."

Slamming down harder and faster, she gasped, "Do it Tommy. I want all you have and more. Give it to me."

As she was asking for it, I erupted with a few major explosions.

"YYYEEEEESSSSSS," is all she could shout. She started another massive orgasm as I was shooting into her. I could feel her pussy milking me for every drop I had, but it was the best orgasm I'd ever had, and I told her so.

She collapsed on top of me with a flop. The only way I knew her status, as being still amongst the living was the panting breath while she was heaving up and down on my chest. I could also feel her heartbeat squeezing on my shrinking penis.

I just held her tight and kissed everything I could get my lips on.

"Deanna. I love you so much. I don't know how you did that but that is the greatest screwing I've ever had. You are the best."

By this time she was able to raise her head a little and look at me. With a wry tired smile she said, "Tommy. If I die tonight, I'll die the happiest girl in the world. I can't believe what you just did for me."

"Dee, I just --"

"I know I've got more to learn and I can't wait."

"Dee, I just -- " gasping now, I couldn't get a word in edgewise.

"I think I'll need to rest tomorrow. I have a feeling I'm going to be pretty sore, but what a good sore it's going to be."

She was babbling and babbling and babbling at this point. I started to laugh out loud and she got a kind of indignant look on her face as though my laugh was making fun.

I just told her again, "Deanna. I love you so much. You are 15 and so much like every woman I've ever known."

She shot me a questioning glance with scrunched up nose and eyebrows. "Just what do you mean by that mister?"

"I mean that it seems that when a woman has a great sexual experience, she wants to talk and talk and talk when it's over. Men want to die, and go to sleep. It must be another one of those tricks of nature in the way we're built."

Now she was laughing and while doing that rolled off the top of me and pulled me over on my side.

My cock was shrinking rapidly now and she was giving me a mock worried look of "Oh what have I done?" It was priceless!

But as is the usual, soon my cock plopped out and as it happened I reached over to the night stand to grab a towel, which I had fortuitously put there for just this happenstance.

When she looked at me quizzically, I pointed to her pussy and said, "Towel, between legs, you're gonna leak."

The way I said it had her rolling with laughter as she placed the towel in the right spot to do its duty and she rolled into me with hugs and kisses galore.

She was looking at me with those loving eyes and they just started to well up with tears and before I knew what was happening she was crying like a baby.

"Honey, what's that for? Did I hurt you or do something wrong?"

Between sobs, "No Tommy. You did everything right. You did everything perfect. This has to be the most perfect night I've ever had and I'm so happy that you made it that way for me."

I took her in my arms and held her close for what seemed like hours, but when she was cried out we kissed each other lovingly again. I looked over at the clock and it was only 9:30 so the night was still young.

I asked my young lover if she wanted to get a quick shower and go find something to eat and drink.

Dee just said, "We don't have to go anywhere do we? We can just do something here?"

"Yes we can. I was just being lazy and figured I'd make someone else do the work. We can put on a robe or something and make a drink first, then maybe some scare up some food."

We sat down at the table in the kitchen to catch our breath and replenish our calorie counts.

"Are you doing ok kitten?" I asked hesitantly. She looked a bit pale and was squirming a little in her chair.

"I'm doing wonderfully Tommy. I'm just really sore," she was smiling broadly when she said that, "but it's a really good sore. As weird as it may sound, it will remind me of a couple things. One, I'm not a virgin anymore, and two; I need to be filled again. Very soon! I'm wiped out tired too."

With a laugh, "Damn sailor, you fucked me silly."

We laughed for a short time before we moved into the living room so we could plant on the loveseat and turn on the tube. I can't tell you what was on because I wasn't paying much attention, but we held and caressed each other just reveling in those feelings and emotions one feels after the kind of beautiful experience we'd just had together.

It was her first and it was certainly my best.

No regrets on my part, and I can't speak for her but I certainly didn't detect any in her. She was smiling, cuddling, humming lightly a happy tune, but I could tell she was sore. I feel bad about that, but I'm also aware that there was nothing we could have done about that soreness in the first penetration.

We'll wait a day or two, when she feels ready to try it again, before we go for a repeat performance. I can wait, but I'm not sure she'll want to.

After about an hour or so of ignoring the television, we turned it off. Hand in hand we walked up the stairs and back to the bedroom we'd abandoned a short time ago.

After taking a quick look, I stripped the bed and changed all the bedding. She wanted to help, but I insisted she sit and rest. When I was finished we crawled between the sheets, found each other and made out passionately like a couple of horny teenagers.

She moved her body to mine as I held her tightly to me.

"Dee, I'd really like it very much if you would move some of your things into this room permanently," I said again. "I want you to always share my space and my bed."

"Ok, I'll do that over the next couple days, but I will always share your bed," she whispered quietly. "I love you Tommy."

"I love you as well Deanna. Goodnight my love."



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Chapter 5: Mother and Daughter


Two days later the phone rang and somehow I knew it was Tara, and somehow I knew that she knew that it had finally happened. How? I can't tell you, but Tara and Deanna are hooked up somehow.

Deanna occasionally told me what her mom was up to in Asia on that day. She could feel the frustrations, the triumphs, the loneliness she was experiencing and I could see it affecting Dee's moods. It was uncanny, but it was also an "ability" that I understood and believed in. I've seen it too many other times.

Dee beat me to the phone and when she picked it up, before having time to listen she just said, "Hi Mom. How are you?"

She was beaming, while she talked with her mom. They talked for about 15 minutes before she started blushing and kind of fidgeting a bit. I could tell just by the body language where the conversation was going.

She looked at me with a shy smile and was biting her lower lip as she listened to Tara talk with her.

I decided to go into the next room so she could have some privacy with her mom. But I could still hear what Dee was saying. Once again, she was exhibiting maturity far above her years. But it was Tara that taught and fostered that behavior, so I had to respect that as well.

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"No. Not at all."

"Oh. It was me. I decided, and it took me awhile to convince him it was what I really wanted."

"No, not really. Maybe a little discomfort, but no real pain. He went so slow and gently that it was actually maddening. I wanted it so bad, but he wouldn't rush even when I was yelling at him."

"Well you know me. Patience has never been one of my strong suits."

"I know mom, but he really is the most wonderful, caring, gentle man I've ever known."

"Yes."

"Oh yes."

"It was wonderful mom. It's so much better than you ever described. I don't know how you were able to describe it at all. I wouldn't know where to start. Maybe with someone who had done it before, but you were talking to a virgin."

"Oh god yes, at least four times."

"As hard as I tried, I couldn't make him do it. It was actually getting frustrating because I wanted him to so bad."

"Carrie told me that if I could make him come in my mouth that it would last inside me that much longer. Shit, she was soooo right!"

"Yeah. It was a gusher."

"Mommmm, what are we talking about?"

I could hear her giggling and laughing with Tara during the whole conversation. It was really great to hear.

"Yeah, for sure."

"I hope we'll be closer than we've ever been mom. Just because I love Tommy so much doesn't mean that you are not in my thoughts all the time."

"No, not since. I've been kind of sore and Tommy doesn't want to push it until it feels better."

"I know. I don't think it will next time, but I guess we'll find out."

"I hope tonight, but --"

When I heard that part of the conversation my cock started to take over some of the thinking. Ok. If it's not too sore, it'll happen again tonight.

"You did? Did it happen in you too?"

"Really? Wow, you're getting some without the mess." Deanna was laughing almost uncontrollably now, so I'm sure it was "girl talk" about being so wet and leaking afterwards.

"No, I don't think I want to let go."

"Yes, we've talked about you too. He said we had to let you know what was going on, and that despite everything else, you were still mom."

"Uhhh, No. He said it. We would have to abide with whatever you decided because you were still mom."

"Yeah. I know. But I also know you know how I feel about him. I've always known that would count for something because you have never discounted my feelings."

She started laughing at this point so Tara obviously said something to her that got her giggle box moving.

"Mom. I never thought I'd hear you say you were jealous of me. The way you said that is too funny, but you know what? We've even talked about that. He still loves you too mom."

The conversation started moving to a serious tone at this point, so I started to putz around the living room, and then moved out into the laundry room to start a load, but all I did was sort because even at 15, she is a typical woman and laundry has to be done a certain way. I wasn't going to argue.

Then I heard her calling my name and looking around for where I'd disappeared.

We met in the living room as I walked back to that part of the house and she gestured to me to come sit with her on the couch.

"Ok mom, here he is. Thank you so much. I love you. Talk to you again soon. Bye."

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Then she handed me the phone with a tender smile on her face telling me that, Tara wanted to say "hi".

I looked in her eyes and saw nothing but love, which relaxed me a bit, but with some level of trepidation I put the phone to my face and started talking.

"Hi Tara, how are you doing?"

"I'm doing really well Tom. Things are going really well most of the time, so I will be able to take some welcome time off when I finally get home. I'm afraid that I'll have to turn around and come back though."

"How long are you going to be able to stay before having to go back?"

"A couple months. I should be back sometime in April and will have to leave to come back in mid June or early July."

"If you need a place to stay you know you're always welcome to share this place."

"I appreciate that Tom. I'll take you up on that. Besides, it'll give me an opportunity to visit with my daughter."

Oh oh, here it comes!

"Have you set the date yet?"

"Huh? What are you --?"

"Oh come on Tom, when are you going to make an honest woman of her?" She was laughing out loud at this point, so I knew or at least hoped she wouldn't cut my balls off.

"Well. I think that -- " I couldn't get a word in edgewise, but it was ok.

"Tom, I know what's happening. It's not a big issue with me, Ok?"

"Relax. Listen, I knew Deanna was in love with you when I left and I also know about her powers of persuasion. I'm honestly surprised that you held out as long as you did. I'm proud of you. You showed incredible restraint, for a man!" She was laughing out loud again.

"Well, Tara, I did try to --"

"I know. She told me she practically had to rape you to convince you that it was really what she wanted. I'm good with it Tom. I know you were slow and gentle with her and it sounds like for her it was the most special time of her life. Tommy, that's the way it should be for any woman. So, thank you. I'm very happy that it was so special for her."

"Well, Tara it was really difficult for me," she actually let me get a few words in without interrupting. Wow, I'm on a roll. "I'm so in love with her I don't quite know how to explain it to you."

"You don't have to Tom, I understand."

"Knowing you, I'd bet money that she's already wearing some kind of big rock on her hand. Has she conned you into Victoria's Secret yet?"

"How the fuck --"

"Oh, such language," laughing loudly interrupting again. "That kind of confirms for me that she does have a diamond already and that negligee she was trying to get me to buy her is now part of her wardrobe. Tom, you're a man. You're a softie!"

Kind of had me pegged I guess.

I really think she does understand though. She and Dee are so in tune to each other, I think she knows how Deanna feels and how special our lovemaking has been.

"Tom, not only do I understand, I approve, so please, don't ever feel that you have done something wrong, let me down, or violated my trust. Oh. It's illegal according to society, but fuck society. There was no coercion, except perhaps on her part, there was no game playing or any of those kinds of things that the law is trying to protect youngsters from. It is love, a true physical expression of how she feels for you and how you feel for her. How could I be displeased about that?"

Wow. She wasn't exploding or yelling. Not that I really expected that from Tara, but for her to be so calm and approving of me having sex with her 15 year old daughter seems a little weird.

"I'm probably a bit jealous of her, but that's beside the point. She said that you two had already talked about that, and that any of those feelings would be taken care of. I have a sneaky suspicion that I know what she's talking about and to be completely honest, I truly look forward to my return, but I no longer have any ill feelings about returning to Asia again and leaving Deanna with you. I almost have the feeling that I've 'lost a daughter' but I know that is not the case, and I also know that she'll be well taken care of and will be well provided for."

"Tara, whatever works out for when you return home and then leave again, Deanna and I will be here for you. And yes, we have talked about her sharing. She has expressed no problems with that whatsoever, and to be honest, from my point of view, I totally look forward to your visit and I know that Deanna does too. My problem will probably be not letting her feel neglected."

"Oh, Before I forget Tom, thank you for thinking of birth control so far ahead of time. She tells me you had her on the pill within 3 weeks. Smart man!"

"Tara, if it wasn't me, it would have been someone else, and there was no way I was going to present you with an infant when you returned. Every boy in the neighborhood has been trying to get into her pants, but she had no problems handling them. I was very proud of her, but wondered why you never mentioned any "boyfriend" to me before you left."

"No Tom, if it hadn't been you, it would have been no one else. Deanna has been madly in love with you since she was 8, trust me I knew the score. I just appreciate it that you had the forethought to act on that. She may be mature beyond her years, but she is not ready to be with child. Either physically or emotionally, though I'm sure she'd try to convince you otherwise. I have confidence that you are on the same page as I am with regard to that."

"You can count on that! Yeah. She's already tried to convince me she wants to have a baby, but I've told her it will be quite some time before she's ready for that so we'll continue to practice," I said with a chuckle. "We're definitely on the same page Tara!"

"Well Mr. Tom, I suppose I should go and let you two get on with your supper and whatever else you have planned," you could almost hear the grin on her face when she said that last part. "I really look forward to coming back for a few months in April, even though it's about 10 months from now, I have something to look forward to, and unlike my daughter, I will wait patiently, at least until I get there."

"I look forward to it as well sweetheart, and I know Dee does too. I know she told you that I love you as well and that isn't inaccurate. You are both very special to me."

"Thanks Tom. Ok, Give Deanna a big strong hug, a deep kiss for me, and let her know I love her very much."

"I will sweetheart, but I'm sure I don't need to let her know of your love. You take care, and call again when you can. Love you 'mom'! Bye."

And we hung up.

I walked back into the living room and looked at my young lover with even more love and affection.

She looked back with a huge smile that told me she understood that her mom approved of our love and would never stand in the way.

"Your mom is a very special woman Dee. I hope you understand and realize that!"

"I do, Tommy. Yes, I do."

She stood up and put her hands in mine, looked at me longingly, and said in a very low voice, "Tommy, please make love to me, now sweetie," pulling me towards the bedroom where we would be spending many years together.

As we walked through the door and over to the bed she pulled down the blankets to make the space ready, then turned and looked at me with tears rolling down her face.

I about died at seeing that. I knew where it was coming from and I just needed to hold her and love her tenderly until she got through those feelings.

"You miss her, don't you honey?"

She nodded her head and looked me in the eyes and through her tears said, "I love you intensely, but I love my mommy too." Looking into my eyes to detect understanding, "I have you here and that's the most important thing in my life right now, but I miss my best friend a lot." A few more tears let loose at that.

"You have her telephone number don't you Dee?" hoping that she'd got it from Tara. If not, I'd contact her company, explain the situation, and get it from them. "And you have her email, correct?"

She nodded her head, "Both. I have both of them, but the time difference."

"Dee. You can call her from either phone we have. Cell or landline and you can talk as long as you want. I'm not going to rag on you for any phone bills. Ok?"

She let out a small smile and the tears started to lessen. I sat on the edge of the bed, reached out and took the first button of her shirt and unbuttoned it then continued until I had her naked in front of me.

The tears were dry now, as she started the same process with me, though I was distracting her every way I could.

I started with kisses, moved down to her neck, and as she was removing my boxers I had my tongue at the top of her slit trying to find that little knob that would show itself readily with the slightest little stimulation.

She pulled my head up so that it was even with hers and laid a kiss on me that I will never in my lifetime forget. I've never felt so much passion coming from a lover, ever! Not even since!

While she was kissing me, she stood me up, turned herself around and as she was laying herself down pulled me down with her right in position for me to gain entrance to her sex.

Wrapping her legs around my ass and moving her hips and pelvis just right I was in her very smoothly gaining a gasp and a moan from her.

Feeling the soft tightness of her vaginal muscles working on my rock hard cock I marveled at how someone who had only been "screwed" once before could be so comfortable with a cock buried deep inside her.

She stared into my eyes lustfully and as I was beginning to slowly stroke in and out of her sex, she whispered hoarsely, "Fuck me Tommy. Oh god, fuck me. I really need a good screwing right now and I can't think of a better man to do it."

I looked into those blue pools of lust and gave her exactly what she wanted. I pulled 4 orgasms out of her before I unloaded my load of seed into her garden.

She was screaming in pleasure by this time and I was getting concerned that the neighbors might call the police thinking someone was being murdered.

I put my lips to hers in an attempt at making things a little more quiet but it certainly wasn't a very successful enterprise.

She was wiggling, twitching, moaning, and breathing erratically, so I just rode along with it making sure I didn't put too much weight on her so that her breathing wasn't impaired while waiting for some level of normalcy to return.

As she slowly recovered from her last orgasm she noticed that my cock had not softened all that much this time around and started squeezing with those internal muscles and wiggling that beautiful ass again.

Believe me, I was totally shocked that my meat wasn't giving me a break which I so desperately needed after seriously giving her the fuck of her life, so far. Like any typical male, I was ready for a snooze and she was already ramping up for another round.

"Honey, I'm not sure I'm really up for this without some rest," I begged.

"Seems pretty up and ready to me lover. That last bout was pretty incredible. I'm looking forward to the encore!"

"Umm. Ok. I'll do the best I can for you hon."

"Tommy. I really d --"

"By the way love, I like roses and wish to be cremated. Scatter my ashes in the Pacific please," I chuckled.

She chuckled, "Oh yeah, I forgot. You're OLD and I need to take it easy on you."

Her pussy was milking my cock for all it was worth and the look on her face was priceless. I started moving in and out of her beautiful pussy gently and slowly, so we were both getting what we needed.

I was getting a little rest, if that's what you want to call it, and she was getting royally laid. She was giggling in between the moans, as I made sure my pubic bone bumped her clit with every insertion. She had two more orgasms before finally crying uncle and giving me a break.

"Tommy, No more. Please, I'm so sensitive down there right now it's almost painful."

"Ok hon, we can rest for a while then decide what we're going to do with the rest of the day."

At that I rolled off of her but to the side and kept my cock imbedded in her tight hole as we intertwined our legs to hold it in place. It's a good thing she's on birth control because with that plug in place, if she were fertile we'd probably be having a baby before mom came home.

Like her mother, I still didn't feel that a 15 year old should be having babies, so even though we'd already faced that eventuality. It wasn't going to be for quite some time, though like anything else in these kinds of things, it is the woman who ultimately decides.

If she decided to stop the pill, it's certainly not something I'd know; I don't go counting her pills. We've talked about it and she knows my feelings as well as her mothers. If she did stop, she knows she'd be betraying two trusts, and that's not something Deanna would do. If she were going to stop, she'd say something to both of us.

But shortly we were both snoring contentedly as sleep caught up.

There was plenty more time for play.

Later.



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Chapter 6: Tara Returns


Deanna had told me about it about 3 weeks ago so I made sure that I had my "work" caught up so that I could take a few months to pay attention to her mother. There were always projects, but some could wait, and it wasn't like I was running out of money.

We were on our way to the airport to pick her up and Deanna had made sure she dressed appropriately for a 16 year old. Her sixteenth birthday party had been about 5 months ago and everyone had a great time. Suffice it to say she fucked me silly.

My young lover is the greatest piece of ass I'd ever experienced, and she worked at maintaining that status. We "experimented" with different things all the time. Some were ok, and some weren't, but in the end she always wanted it on her back so that we could look into each other's eyes as we physically expressed our true love for each other.

I'd bought her a nice little Miata for her birthday. The scariest time in a "parent's" life is when their child starts driving. There are some pretty whacked out, piss poor drivers out there.

I taught performance driving in one of my earlier lives and was totally incapable of teaching a beginner. I thought Deanna was going to kill me after about 3 hours, so I hired a good friend that was in the business to give her "basic training". Now that she has the basics down, I take her to the track at least once a month for some "advanced" instruction.

She's learning her lessons fairly well and is contemplating racing cars, which isn't something I relish for her as a former driver, but I would not stand in her way if that were the track she wanted to take.

It's an extremely hard way to make a living, so I'm hoping it's just a passing thing and she'll go in another direction. I don't need the next "Go-Daddy Girl" living with me. Danica Patrick and others have proven that women can compete with the boys at the highest level of the sport (or should I say business?). It's not really a sport anymore – no professional "sport" is.

I wouldn't stand in her way, but I'd certainly try to discourage her. She just doesn't have that "killer instinct" needed to succeed in big time auto racing.

Now, if she wanted to do some club racing, that's a different story. I'd probably join her just for fun. My reflexes are just as good as they've always been, and quite honestly they're a whole lot better than hers, which is another reason I'd try to steer her away from racing professionally. To do that your reflexes have to be faster than greased lightning and mine still are.

We made the turn into the airport drive and looked for the short term parking closest to Tara's airline gates. Dee was beside herself with excitement. Tara had extended her stay by a month so she'd been gone just over 13 months, but in doing that she was going to be able to stay an extra month or two before having to return.

If Tara kept up the way she was doing, she would be able to retire before she was 40, so she really only needed to work another 10 years just having turned 30.

Yes, She was very young when Deanna was born, but she has always put her daughter at the forefront and I believe that if she hadn't been able to find someone to look after her for the time she was gone, she'd have either taken her along, which wasn't really an option given the political situation where she was, or would have just taken a different position in the company.

She was very grateful that I'd do it, but knowing some of the background, I think she knew what would happen while she was gone. When she returned for visits it would be very much like visiting her daughter and her husband, and in a couple years it would be that way anyway.

It didn't matter that Deanna was only 15 at the time. She knew and respected Deanna's feelings and was willing to allow her maturity to make those choices for her. Tara knew; she had to.

Finding a place to park was pretty easy and we made our way to the arrival gate where we'd meet the flight.

We were only about an hour and a half early. Did I mention that Deanna was beside herself with excitement? She was so nervous we had to stop twice so she could pee, and once we got into the terminal she had to stop again.

It was actually quite humorous to observe. I don't know if she was nervous about how Tara would react to our relationship or what, but I knew from talking to Tara there would be nothing said in a negative way.

Tara would be a guest in "our home" as far as Tara was concerned. I told her that it was also her home as long as she was there.

We had prepared the guest room furthest from our bedroom for her. Dee was in charge of the decorations and facilitation. It turns out she is quite the decorator. There would be an interesting calling for her to pursue in the future. There's good money in interior design (not to be mistaken for interior decorator).

Both Dee and Tara had made it a point to let me know that I would have to satisfy two women while she was in town, sometimes at the same time.

Oh, hurt me!

Tara was just a bit older version of Deanna, so it would be my pleasure to provide both with pleasure. Dee alluded to perhaps all of us sleeping and living in the master, but that would be up to mom. I had no problem with that. The master was about 1200 sq. ft. so there was plenty space for another chest of drawers. I figured if that happened we'd just move the one that Deanna had decorated the guest room with.

We found the bar nearest to the gate and had a seat.

I ordered my usual double Jack on the rocks and Deanna ordered an Iced Tea in deference to her age and not knowing whether mom would approve of her having alcohol. I had a feeling that if it were in moderation, Tara wouldn't have a problem with it. We'd test that when we got to the house and Dee asked for a Cuba Libre.

She'd grown quite fond of the rum and coke with a lime slice, but she also never drank more than two in an entire evening, and that was usually stretched out over six to eight hours, so I didn't have any issues with it. She was also permitted a glass of wine when we went out for a meal.

"What ya thinking sweetie?" I inquired trying to get her mind off of her mom. I knew it was going to be futile, but I had to get her to focus on something else for a while.

"Mom." She said. "I'm excited to have her here again, but kind of sad that she needs to go back."

"She'll be here for almost six months sweetheart so you two should have some really good time together."

"Yeah. But knowing she'll be leaving again."

"She said her next trip would only be six months or so, and that trips after that would not have to be for so long," I said trying to be cheerful.

"Yeah I know. Once she gets things set up right it should pretty much run itself, but will take some monitoring to ensure it's done to standards and specifications. I'm just going to miss her again. Thank god I have you Tommy. I don't know what I'd do if you'd have "rejected" my advances."

"The thought never occurred to me Dee. I'd had my eye on you for years, but because of your age I'd never seriously considered any kind of relationship. I'm the same age as your mom, so comparatively I'm old."

"You're not old," she said with a grin. "You're just perfect. I've always loved you, well at least since I was eight and I never considered our age difference an issue. Besides, I have better sex with you than I'd ever get from someone closer to my own age. I also get more honest love."

"You will always get true love from me honey."

"I know that. Even sharing you with mom doesn't bother me. I know you love her too, but I know you love me the way you do. I'll always be yours, so that's really not a consideration. You're only 14 years older and when I'm in my 20's it's not going to be a big deal.

It's only a big deal now because of some arbitrary number that someone long ago decided was an age when a girl wasn't gullible anymore. Shit, I know some 40 year old ladies that are as gullible as any 10 year old I've ever met."

I was laughing because it is so true. If there's no coercion, no forcing, no BS and it's the girl that is making the decision, girls should be able to have sex as soon as they start having periods. In some societies, a girl's first period is the signal to marry her off so she can start making babies.

Girls that want to be sexually active at that young age should be on birth control until they are older, bigger and more able to carry a child successfully! The factory is operational, but still much too small for proper manufacturing.

"It's all going to work out fine Dee. I think between your mom, me, and you, we'll make sure things work. Yes. I love your mom a lot, but you are the apple of my eye. Yes. I will enjoy a physical relationship with your mom, but it's not the same as the physical love we express to each other. It looks the same and on a physical level it mostly feels the same, but at the emotional level, for me, there's no one equal to Deanna.

"Don't get me wrong. Sex with your mom won't be 'meaningless sex'. That's not something I go in for. It will mean a lot to make love with your mom, because I love her very much. It won't be the same as making love to you; you are my mate! Your mom will not have my babies. You will!"

At that she blushed and scootched closer to me in the booth, grabbed on to my arm, put her head on my shoulder and let out a loud heavy sigh.

We silently sat there for quite some time just being in our own thoughts. I sensed some uneasiness in Dee, and I wondered if it was the "usual" female rivalry. That despite what she said to me, her feelings inside were in some conflict.

Well, we'll deal with that as time progresses. It's time to go to the gate. Tara's flight should be at the gate in a few minutes.

I let Dee stand at the walkway to meet her mother first and I just hung back to observe the interaction. I figured that might give me a pretty good feel for whatever it was that was bothering Dee.

As more and more people passed by the spot she'd staked out I could see she was getting nervous and discouraged. She'd look over to me nervously, I'd just nod to her with a smile, and without words let her know she needed to be patient, something she needs to work on.

More people were coming off the plane and still no Tara.

Well it was a Boeing 747. There are about 250 to 350 people that can be on one of those monsters, so it could be a while before we saw her.

I knew she was flying 1st class so she should have been towards the front and perhaps one of the first off. I was wondering if Tara was just as nervous as her daughter at being reunited into a situation that, though predictable, was different than it was before.

Then I saw her turn the corner from the ramp and walk up the walkway towards us, but it didn't look like Dee had seen her yet. She spotted me standing a bit further than she would have expected and I saw the smile widen, and her eyes were sparkling as they welled up with some tears.

Then Dee spotted her.

"Mom," she squealed while running full bore at her mother. Dee threw herself around Tara almost violently, hugging, crying, and kissing. It was quite a sight to see, and because of the commotion it was noticed by others as well, including a couple guys that all of a sudden had their eyes on a couple of "sweet young things".

At least until both of the ladies had walked up to me, put their arms around me, the crying and kissing starting all over again.

She didn't have any carry-on luggage, so we started moving towards the baggage claim area.

Deanna was talking a mile a minute. I won't even try to paraphrase here, but suffice it to say that she was filling mom in on the "normal" activities of the previous year. She was very careful to say nothing about our relationship in that public forum. I was pleased with that and I'm sure that Tara was as well. She didn't need to hear the "gory details" of her daughter's love life there in the airport.

I'm sure Tara had that part of the conversation in her mind already and didn't need to be filled in on details. I was curious as to how she'd handle that part of Deanna's excitement.

The ride to the house was very uneventful and I knew better than to even try to get a word I edgewise. There would be plenty of time for talking over the next 6 months.

When we arrived, we unloaded Tara's baggage from the car and got it into the guest room for her. She and Dee put away the contents into the appropriate closet or dresser drawers.

I could hear them talking and laughing, getting to know each other again. I would just stay out of the mix until they were ready for me to join. Like I said, we had six months together, so there was no rush.

I made myself a drink and plopped myself down in the love seat and turned on the evening news to see what was going on in the world.

After about an hour or so I heard the shower start up and figured Tara was going to freshen up after the long 23-hour flight. I kind of expected Dee to come down the stairs and attempt to talk my ear off. She had so much pent up energy it was like a spring that had been wound too tight finally getting released.

She didn't come down and she didn't come down but I wasn't going to let curiosity get the better of me. I just sipped my JD and tried to pay attention to the news.

It seemed like the shower was running for an awfully long time, but I stood my ground and didn't go to interrupt. For all I knew Dee could have been sitting in the room talking to Tara while she was showering.

Little did I know what was actually happening, not that it mattered one way or the other, but both Tara and Dee told me about it later, separately of course.

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They had finished putting away Tara's things and made a pile of laundry to be done. Tara decided she really needed to get a shower and get cleaned up so she got undressed and put on one of the silk robes she'd acquired while in Asia.

She started toward the upstairs bathroom across the hall from her room, but Deanna had intercepted, taking Tara by the hand led her down to the master and showed her the master bath. I guess Tara had the same reaction to it that Deanna had a year before, and just sat on one of the seats to marvel at the ambiance.

While her mother was distracted, Dee had gotten undressed and joined her in the bath area.

Dee walked up to her mom, took her hands and gently pulled her to her feet, and with a grin, untied the silk belt holding the robe closed and helped Tara to remove it. Tara nervously turned to face her daughter, both as naked as they day they were born, and with a smile Dee stepped forward, placed her hands around her mothers face and gave her an extremely sexual kiss as their bodies moved together and the passion rose.

Tara had mixed feelings about what her daughter was doing, but decided to go with it to see where it led. It's not like she wasn't bi herself. Could it be that Dee was bi as well?

Something that Dee and I had talked about was bi-sexuality but it wasn't anything that she expressed any deep interest in, so it just kind of dropped at that point.

The bottom line that I gave her was that there was no comparison to the physical love that a woman could give to another woman. They know what turns them on, and are not hesitant to tell another woman what it is. Men don't seem to give a damn, so why bother.

As they both moved into the shower, Deanna manipulated the control panel to get the water on and at the proper temperature.

She showed Tara where the soap dispensers, shampoo dispensers and conditioner dispensers are hidden in the rocks. As they both soaked down, Deanna took some of the soap and started washing her mothers back and shoulders. Tara turned around, looked at her daughter seriously, gazing deeply into her eyes noticing a soft love in them, softening her emotions as well. She just wasn't sure how to deal with her daughters newly discovered sexuality but was very comfortable with what she saw in Deanna's face.

She dispensed some soap and started washing Deanna's shoulders and arms moving her hands slowly and gently down to her breasts looking directly into her eyes watching for any negative reaction from the youngster. Deanna just moaned lightly and put her hands up to her mother's waist to hold her balance.

Deanna matched her mother's actions and continued down to the naked mound, and smiled up at her mother making a comment about having a shaved pussy and how I'd like to eat it later.

Tara blushed a bit with that comment, as they both continued to wash each other's bodies gently but thoroughly. They split long enough to wash their hair individually and put in the conditioner while they rinsed the soap off their bodies.

Deanna put her arms around her mom and kissed her very passionately, their tongues playing a good game of tag with each other.

She moved her mother over to the stone seat that I'd put her on the first night we were together in the shower and gently pushed her down to the seat smiling at her widely. They were giggling, laughing, and truly enjoying each other's company for the first time in a year.

Deanna leaned over, took one of her mother's nipples in her mouth and began to suck it and nip at it while it grew in her mouth. Tara moaned and pulled Deanna's head harder into her chest, while Dee moved from one breast to the other with both her hands and her mouth, caressing them gently but firmly.

She paused to look into Tara's eyes, what Tara saw was tender lust and it just melted her right there on the seat.

Dee's hands were moving all over Tara's body at this point and slowly but deliberately Dee moved down her body with her mouth, and ended up on her knees in front of her mother in a very similar position to the one I'd taken that first night with her.

Her hands were moving up and down her mother's thighs caressing and pushing them apart slowly exposing the essence of Tara's sex.

Licking her lips and making an "ummmm" sound, she moved her face into her mother's pussy and started licking and nipping with her lips. She easily found the little soldier that was pushing out begging to have some attention paid to it.

Deanna promptly accommodated. Tara was moaning loudly, and if I hadn't had the TV on I'd have probably heard it. It's just as well I didn't because I'd have wanted to join in, but this was a very personal time for the two women.

She moved her tongue around and in Tara's sex until she felt her mother stiffen and start to twitch letting out a huge moan. Deanna could tell she was stifling a "scream" so that I wouldn't hear, but her orgasm was extremely intense, and as Tara was pulsing, Deanna was licking and tonguing her pussy with abandon.

She let her mother down slowly and as the orgasm subsided, she was beginning again, but Tara grabbed her face and pulled it up to hers and kissed her hard and long.

When the kiss finally ended, Tara looked at her daughter with tears in her eyes, and asked, "What happened to my baby?"

It was not said nor meant in a bad way at all. She was acknowledging that her baby had grown up and she was a very passionate, sensual young woman now.

With Deanna's help, Tara stood back on her feet and each did a final rinse then Dee turned off the water and they proceeded to dry each other, poking and prodding and caressing as they did so.

Dee asked Tara if she wanted to wear some of her "lounge around the house" clothes for the evening, also letting her know that she was very welcome to share their bed when it came time to sleep or whatever.

When they were both dressed and ready to make their appearance, Dee closed the door, looked at her mother, and let her know that our relationship would not be flaunted, nor pushed.

The two of us were very comfortable with our sex, love, and every part of our relationship, so she didn't have to worry or try to suppress any feelings or emotions.

"Mom, I want you to be Tommy's lover too if you want. I am not jealous of his love for you because I know my place in his life. You being here does not make me, or him for that matter, uncomfortable in any way. We'd be really pleased if you could just kind of slide into 'the family'."

"Dee. I know you've been in love with Tom since you were a child, and in some ways," she said, reaching up to Dee's cheek with a soft hand, "to me you're still a child, but a reality I have to face is the fact that you've grown into an independent woman. I couldn't ask for anything better or be more proud. I know Tom loves me and I also understand it is not the same love that he has for you. I love Tom very very much, but it is not the same kind of love that you have for him."

"You should never feel like a 'second fiddle' mom. It's not like that in any way. We are both equals, but there are just different motivations in our relationship with the same man. I really want to have his babies. I want it now, but he won't hear of it. He says I'm still too young, but mom, there are a lot of 16 year old girls that have babies."

"Yes Deanna, but are they happy? Were they really physically ready to carry a child? I was fourteen when I had you; I was fucked when I was thirteen. I was very ignorant about my body and my sex."

Looking at Dee seriously, "I have no regrets with the outcome. You have been a joy and the love of my life for sixteen wonderful years, and you will be all of my life Deanna, but that still doesn't make it the right thing to have done."

"But, Mom --"

"Dee, listen to me. You are sixteen, you have an entire lifetime to have babies. I don't believe Tom is going anywhere, and from the looks of the ring on your finger, he is very serious about your relationship. Be patient. I know that's not one of your strongest talents," she noted with a grin.

"I think he'll happily help you make a baby as soon as he thinks you're ready. It's something that both of you need to discuss clearly, seriously, and decide it's really what you want to do at that time. Having a baby isn't like having a bunch of dolls to play with Dee. Having a baby is a very serious responsibility, and I know you already know that, but I will always say that to you."

Tara moved over to give Deanna a very tender hug at that point, and looked deeply into her eyes saying, "Just be patient honey. Let things just happen between you, but never, ever betray his trust in you. Once it's gone, it can never be the same again, so if you decide yourself that you're just going to stop birth control, and turn up pregnant, I'm sure he'll love you and the baby, but his trust in you will have been seriously wounded and may never be able to be restored."

"I know mom. I'd never do that to him or to me."

"Dee, a baby isn't something that will "cement" a relationship. If the relationship is not strong to begin with, having a child won't strengthen it. That is a mistake that young people make all the time and it's one big reason there are so many single mothers and single fathers. The relationship wasn't solid to begin with and they thought having a baby would add that feeling of "togetherness" or force commitment, but it never does. In fact it will be just the opposite and put additional strain on the weak relationship."

Dee smiled at her mother and knew what she was saying was right. She still really wanted to have a baby, but also knew she would never betray my trust. I meant way too much to her.

"Ok mom. I hear ya," She said with a smile, "Let's go down and harass our man."

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"Hi guys," I say as I see the two of them sauntering down the stairs into the living room. Each chooses a side and plops down next to me.

"Oh oh," I'm thinking. Being ganged up on. I wonder what they're up to. I guess I'll find out.

Each put an arm around me, leaned in, and kissed a cheek.

"Ok, ok. What's going on?" I ask suspiciously.

"We come in here and give you a little affection and we have to be up to something?" Tara asks indignantly, and then looks at Deanna.

"This could get really interesting," was going through my mind as a hand reached down and started massaging my stiffening cock. Since I didn't look I've got no idea whose hand it is, but it knows what it's doing.

Deanna stood up, letting me know which hand it was and asked for drink orders.

"I know what Tom wants, what's your pleasure Mom. The bar is pretty well stocked."

Tara looked at me with a suspicious eye wondering how her 16 year old daughter would know about the condition of the bar stock. Deanna saw it and headed it off at the pass.

"Mom, I don't drink very much. Tommy has always treated me as an adult, and as long as I act like one it has continued. On our first real date I even passed for an adult and had a drink in the bar. One drink at the bar; neither one of us want to be inhibited by alcohol.

Actually, to be completely honest, I wanted and expected to give up my virginity that night, and I think that was in Tommy's plan as well, but it didn't happen."

"Dee. I'm not going to interrupt or inhibit your relationship with Tom. If you are allowed alcohol, and apparently you are, I'm certainly not going to make any judgments."

"Tara, I think you'll find Deanna's consumption to be self limited and only on occasion. She's never given me a reason to put limits on her.

"When we have a nice meal out, I have no problem allowing her a glass of wine with the meal and if we go to the bar afterward I also let her decide if she wants a drink. She's partial to Cuba Libre's, but some nights she just has a coke or an iced tea."

With a laugh, I added, "And on those nights, I know I'm in deep trouble when we get home!!"

Deanna got a fake indignant look on her face and in a chastising tone, "Tommy!"

We were all laughing and Tara let Dee know that she'd like to try one of the Cuba Libre's.

Off Dee went to the bar to do the mixing and pouring necessary to serve drinks.

Tara looked at me with wonderment and was shaking her head.

"Tom. She's turning into quite a young woman. You're doing a good job."

"Tara, you did all the work believe me. I have just chosen to treat her as an adult even though most kids her age are still treated like children."

With a smile I continued, "I don't stifle any "young" behavior, but I haven't really had any trouble with it. She behaves like any adult woman I've ever been around. There's no reason for me not to treat her that way, with the exception of the law. The only bar we go to is the club, so we never even get questioned."

"I'm sure they know better Tom, but what about the sex. Isn't there any problems with that?"

"No. As far as anyone is concerned she is my date, and with that ring, we play it off, as she's my wife, so nobody really ever questions the fact that we are obviously living together."

"My biggest worry was the school, but I decided to put her into an accelerated program. I'm sorry I didn't consult you first, but I had to move at a moments notice. She'll be graduating High School in about two weeks."

Tara had a shocked look on her face at that news. "Dee hasn't said a word about that," she stammered.

"No, she wanted it to be a surprise, so don't blow it for me. You're a great actress, so when it comes up you need to be surprised," I said with a chuckle.

"I kind of blew it without thinking, but I'm so comfortable with you Tara, it almost feels like being with Dee."

"Well. I hope you'll treat me like Deanna in the bedroom Thomas. I could use a good stiff cock in my pussy. It's been far too long."

"You never showed much interest mom. I had designs on you big time, but you always managed to put me off. Working was always your excuse, but I also understood that you were a hard working single mother so I never pushed the issue."

"I'm glad you didn't, but perhaps you should have. A woman needs some loving once in a while, even if it's only with a friend. You were always there when I needed, but so seldom when I wanted. I guess that would be my fault because I know all I would have had to do is pick up the phone."

"Well, that's water under the bridge my dear. Deanna has given me permission to provide you with whatever attention you desire. Don't be surprised if she hangs around to watch and participate."

"Actually Tom, I think I'd like that. Did you know anything about her bi-sexual desires?"

"No. No I didn't, what do you mean?"

"In the shower just now, she made love to me like a professional. To be honest, I was really shocked, but I certainly didn't do anything to discourage her. Has she had any sleepovers at girlfriends?"

"A few, but not regularly. It's usually on a Friday night, so she can be here on Saturday night. That's 'our night' together, but I don't think you will be excluded from our Saturday nights. I guess we'll find out tomorrow."

Deanna finally walked in with a tray of drinks and she'd actually put together a plate of sliced cheese, summer sausage, fruit and whatever else she could find in the kitchen for nibbles. She was smiling broadly and was very happy to be able to "entertain" her mother as an equal.

Because of our relationship she had no insecurities about anything that was going to be happening while her mom was here. At least none she was willing to make obvious at this juncture.

After giving each of us our drinks and setting the hors d'oeuvres on the coffee table she sat back into her seat and let out a heavy sigh. She was quite content with her effort.

She leaned her head towards my shoulder, took a sip of her drink, and looked over at Tara to see if she liked what she had fixed for her.

"Yummy," Tara said to her directly. "You make a good drink young lady."

"Thanks mom, they're pretty simple really."

"I know honey, but you went through the effort and I appreciate it."

I took a quick glance over at Tara, then to Deanna and asked, "So Dee, tell me about some of the sleepovers and what you and your girlfriends do."

She started to blush brightly and looked up at me sheepishly. "Why do you ask?" She asked.

Tara jumped in at this point to save her daughter from further embarrassment, but hey, I was having some fun with her, "Honey. I mentioned our shower to Tom and wondered where you learned to love a woman the way you did to me."

Dee shot a glance at her mother, but without any "malice." She just had a sheepish look on her face and didn't really know what to say.

"Dee, it's nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about," Tara reassured her. "It's a normal thing for girls to experiment. We're far less inhibited than boys, and it shows in our loving."

Now I got the look on my face.

They both laughed out loud when they saw my reaction to Tara's statement. But it's true. Girls will play games and experiment with each other far more readily than boys will. Boys are naturally "homo-phobic", whereas girls are far less so. It's just the way it is.

"Well. We do play when we're together. Last time Julie, Heather and I kind of got carried away. I think Heather is a lesbian. She's just too good with girls and doesn't date boys or has never had a boyfriend."

"That doesn't mean she's a lesbian honey, she may not be comfortable around boys yet. But you also may be right. Does it make a difference in your friendship?"

With an embarrassed look on her face, she said sheepishly, "Well, no. She's still a friend, and other that Tommy she's the best lover I've ever experienced."

Then quickly added, "Tommy, maybe we should have a sleepover here. I'm sure I can talk the girls into letting you watch and maybe even give you a blowjob."

"Umm. I'm not sure that's a really good idea Dee. It might let our "secret" out of the bag, and that could be trouble."

"Yeah. That's true, but I think they'll let you watch. You could learn some from Heather. She eats me so good. Ohmigod, it's so intense."

At this point she had gotten Tara's attention. "Did you learn to do what you did to me from Heather?"

"Yeah. It's good, huh?" Dee asked with an evil grin.

"I need to meet this girl," Tara said with a big smile.

"Oh mom. I can teach you anything Heather would do," Deanna said with the utmost of confidence.

"That's ok honey, but I'd still like to have some fun with Heather. I mean if you don't mind."

"Tommy, can I invite Julie and Heather over for a sleepover?"

"Uhhh?"

"I'm sure mom will be glad to chaperone if you're uncomfortable," she said with a laugh.

"I don't think I'd be as uncomfortable as horny," I said with a big smile.

At that Dee gave me a pout, and said, "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing kitten. Nothing at all."

Then Tara piped in, "Dee. You have to understand that men think with a very small head at times, and that's where Tom's brains are at this very moment."

"Huh?" Dee said quizzically.

"Honey, there's nothing wrong with you, but I can tell you that if your friends are as pretty as you are, he's got a good fantasy going right this minute."

How the fuck did she know? I was already bouncing Julie on my lap with the little guy deeply entrenched. Julie wasn't any Deanna, but she was still a certifiable fox.

"Julie's a doll mom, and she's already 18 so Tommy could do a boink on her and it would be totally legal. Maybe that's not a bad idea. Get Tommy some strange pussy once in a while and he'll appreciate what he has at home all the more."

Was I really hearing this? Was my lover telling her mother that she was going to set me up with one of her girlfriends? I was starting to get a boner already.

"Dee look, I think you have the seal of approval from Tom," she said pointing at the lump in my pants and grinning.

"Sheesh. You don't get any for a couple days and you're ready to jump any pussy that shows up?" Dee says with a chuckle. "Besides you have extra pussy here now," at which point Tara started to blush very brightly.

"Deanna," Tara whispered tersely.

"Oh mom, chill. I know you want some of that hard-on and so does he. In fact I'm sure if you took your shorts and panties off, he'd do you right where you sit," looking over at me.

Dee reached down and started to undo my belt and pants briskly but ran into a problem trying to get them off of my butt and legs when I didn't lift 'em up.

"Tommy," she said with exasperation. "Lift your ass off the couch dammit."

As I lifted my butt off the couch so that she could slide my shorts down, "Your wish is my command, M'lady." I guess she decided to slip the boxers off at the same time so as to 'git 'er dun' before I could mess with her anymore, but at that point I was sitting in the love seat with a Hawaiian shirt on.

Deanna gave my stiff cock a quick delicate kiss on the tip, and started to crawl over me to affect the same thing with her mother.

I have to say that Tara didn't fight her very hard, and when the time came to raise her ass off the couch to get the shorts and panties off she rose up before even being asked. Deanna smiled at her, opened her shirt, and undid her bra and Tara took them off once they were loose. Why fight a determined child?

By this time I was looking at Tara with total lust in my eyes. She had a dynamite body, very much a carbon copy of what Deanna was. They could almost pass for twins, so this was going to be a great pleasure for me.

As Deanna was finishing removing clothing from others, Tara's hand reached out and took mine causing me to look up at her instead of drooling over her body. She was smiling as our eyes met. "Like what you see sailor?" she whispered with a smile.

"Oh yes, I like what I see very much. You look like you and your daughter could be twins."

"Well considering I'm 14 years older, I take that as a very high compliment," she cackled.

"Mom. You look really good," Deanna added to the conversation. "You'd never know by looking at you that you had a sixteen year old daughter."

As all this was going on, I had moved over to Tara and looking her deep in they eyes, I kissed her for the first time in ages. Her arms shot up around my neck and her mouth opened with her tongue ready for a long game of tag.

Dee chuckled and took up station in the easy chair that was actually in a place where she could get a good view of everything that was happening.

As the kiss intensified, my hands decided that roaming was the rule for the day and started wandering all over Tara's tight body. My hands went everywhere except her breasts and pussy, and I mean I got everything.

She stopped the mouth games we'd been playing, and looked at me kind of strangely and questioning.

"Tom. That feels wonderful, but I think you forgot a few spots," she panted noting my omissions.

"No my dear, I did not forget. This is our very first time in a very long time, and I'd like it to be as special for you and for me as my first time was with Dee."

At that she smiled and relaxed a bit more letting me know she was mine for the taking. I shot a quick glance over in Dee's direction, and she had a big smile on her face, but I could also tell where her right hand was and could only imagine what it was doing since it was hidden by panties, but the snap and zipper on the shorts had been released. As our eyes met, she blew me a kiss and nodded her head in approval of what I was doing with her mother. God, what a woman she is.

As my attention returned to her mother, I brought my hands up to cup her ample breasts and lowered my head to put her nipples in my mouth.

They were very tasty, as I rotated between each trying not to spend any more time with one as the other. The moans that were coming from her were enough to keep me going, and then we both heard a big moan and a stifled squeak from the easy chair.

Dee was there with her eyes clamped closed, breathing hard and fast as her body twitched and squirmed in orgasm.

Tara looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I just shrugged and went back to work beginning my trip down from her breasts. As my tongue moved to different areas of her torso down to pause momentarily at her belly button eliciting a giggle and a twitch from her.

"Tom, you know I'm ticklish down there," she moaned.

I chuckled in remembrance, and continued moving down towards her mound.

I noticed now that she had shaven her pubes in the shape of an arrow pointing right to the top of her slit and the place her clit was peaking out. I chuckled lightly to myself knowing she'd done that just for me. I mean none of this was a surprise to Tara as Dee had already told her that she would gladly share her man.

As I got down to her mound, Tara's legs shot apart giving me unfettered access to her sex. When my tongue brushed her clit, I thought she was going to jump out of her skin. There was a very loud moan and a strong movement towards my mouth and when I glanced up her eyes were darting around me like a cornered animal, but she was totally into what was happening at her pussy.

I took my tongue and ran it around and through her dripping slit, sliding my tongue into her opening then sliding it slowly, gently, but deliberately up to that sensitive little nubbin that was pushing out trying to gain notice. It didn't need to worry, I was happily paying attention to its presence and Tara noticed it as well.

By the second time I'd run my mouth up to her clit, she was beginning a low gurgle, a deep moan and was purring like a very large cat as her body twitched madly, and stiffening, her hands moving to hold my head in its place nearly suffocating me.

As long as I was trapped, I kept my tongue moving around what it could reach with my head locked, but I successfully kept her orgasm going for quite some time before her body totally relaxed with release.

I moved quickly up to her because it appeared that she had passed out from the experience, and Dee looked over with some concern, but as soon as I moved up high enough Tara grabbed a hold of me pulling me forcefully to her body, and gave me a kiss with a moan, and an "Ohmigod, thank you" attached to it. After a few minutes of that, her eyes slowly opened, and were sparkling and smiling as much as her whole face.

"OHMIGOD Tom. I have never cum like that in my life. I know it's been a while, but shit. That was even better than what Dee did to me in the shower."

Perhaps Heather is a bit over rated? Ha. I doubt it. I just excel at and very much enjoy eating pussy. It's a wonderful task, and I usually get very appreciative reactions.

Since Dee though, I haven't eaten any but hers until tonight.

We both looked over at Deanna who had a Cheshire grin on her face and still had her hands in her pants.

To Tara's great surprise I stood up and bent down, picked her up in my arms and looked over to Dee.

"We're leaving kitten. You can join us if you like," I said to her in a low voice. She just shook her head letting me know that tonight was for mom. She also knew that her mom would get the fucking of her life, and smiled at me.

When I'd picked her up, Tara wrapped her arms around my neck and started kissing my neck and my ear, nibbling and caressing with her lips. She continued to purr in my ear. I'd experienced a few women that purred like a cat, it was great.

When I got her to the top of the stairs, and down the hall to the master bedroom, I entered sideways so I didn't hit Tara on any of the door jam.

I noticed that Dee had come up at some point and turned down the bed and put pillows in strategic places for the planned activity. I chuckled to myself and shook my head; the girl is amazing.

As I stepped up to the bed to put Tara down, she moved her face around to be in front of mine, looked into my eyes and kissed me very tenderly.

Before I could lean over and put her on the bed, she looked at me seriously, and whispered, "Tom, make love to me. Please, I need to feel you inside me."

I didn't need any further encouragement.

When I gently placed her on the bed, she immediately scootched over to the middle, and grabbed a couple of pillows to put under her head. She laid on her back and slowly opened her legs for me, as I was moving into place. By the time I was in place to mount, she had her legs up around my body and her heels were already at my hips.

I began rubbing my cock up her slit, rubbing the bottom against her moisture. She was soaking already so lubrication wasn't going to be a problem at all, but I wanted to work her up a little more before entering, so I continued to slowly rub my cock up and down her slit as she moaned loudly due to the clitoral stimulation.

Face to face we were playing tongue tag madly. I rubbed noses with her, kissed her nose, her eyes, and noted her eyes were so dilated that only the iris was showing. There was desperation there as well, a need, a wanton desire that had to be satisfied very soon.

She placed her hands on the side of my face, and kissed me very passionately, and as the kiss broke away she whispered to me, "Now Tommy, please? Now."

It was the first time she'd ever called me Tommy. That was what Deanna called me.

I looked into her eyes, and whispered back, "Now Tara."

While saying that to her I let my cock drop to the near bottom of her slit where her entrance was waiting impatiently. As my cock found its way and the head entered her pussy, she let out a huge loud moan and moved her hips up sharply to impale herself on my stiff dick.

About three quarters of my length went inside of her immediately and the first thing I noticed was that she was nearly as tight as her daughter. I moved the rest of my cock into her smooth velvet tunnel and held it in place while grinding on her pubic bone gently knowing full well that it was stimulating her clit at the same time.

Tara let out another loud moan, and then her whole body stiffened, twitched, arching up to press against mine. I could feel the inside of her pussy milking on my cock. It was all I could do to hold myself off for now as her moist tunnel captured my hard meat completely.

She was jammed up against me so tight it was almost impossible to do anything but hold on and wait, which is what I did. In a few minutes her whole body relaxed when her orgasm began to trail off a little.

Her arms were around my body holding me very tight against hers while she kissed me hungrily all over my face.

"Oh god Tom. That was sooooo good. I can't remember when I've had an orgasm like that. I certainly hope you can do that again, soon," she said with a giggle.

At this point she realized that I was still very hard and still buried in her as deep as I could get.

"You didn't cum?"

"Not yet lover, I told you I wanted this to be as special for you as my first time with Dee. You've got about 3 or 4 more orgasms to go," I said with a grin.

She looked at me incredulously. I could feel her body relaxing and readying itself for the next pleasurable onslaught.

"I'm ready baby, oh god, do it to me again," she uttered with a sigh. When I felt the physical indications that she was prepared, I started anew.

Slowly I withdrew almost to the end, then slowly pushed back in like a piston in a cylinder. She met me with another moan, as I continued to slowly stroke in and out of her. Within minutes she was purring again. I love it! I think her daughter and Marie are the only other women I've heard purr like she does, but Tara's purr is much more a kitty cat than Dee. Dee is like a "big cat", Tara like a house cat.

Each time I plunged back into her depths I made sure to make solid contact with the little sentry that was at the root of those electric shocks. I could tell she was getting close again, but didn't change my tempo, so that when she came this time it was a slow boil and kind of a low frequency orgasm that I just kept stroking through.

I did this to her 3 more times and could feel my release wanting to make its way to the end of my dick. With each of her visits into the mystical valley of "O", she tried to milk me empty. Up to now, I've been successful at holding it off. My resolve was waning, my balls were bubbling.

At this point, I started to piston her tunnel a little faster, a little harder, giving it a little more conspicuous determination.

"Nghh. God Tom. Fuck me harder. Yesssss, oh god Tom, cum inside me. I want to feel your seed. Cum baby, do it. Do it in me," she kept whispering to me while I was getting closer and closer to my climax. I love it when a woman "talks dirty" while I'm giving her pleasure and about to reach mine. There's just something about knowing that your woman is enjoying what you are giving her.

She couldn't miss the feel of it. My cock started to swell and twitch a little signaling that the beginning of my explosion is imminent.

"Ohmigod Tara, here it comes. Here it comes baby." I silently thanked Dee for allowing me this pleasure with her mother.

In typical primal fashion, I rammed my cock into her as far as I could get it when I started to explode inside her pussy. She pulled me down deep into her with her legs while she screamed in orgasm. We both held each other almost painfully tight, while our orgasms subsided slowly.

I collapsed over her, trying to hold myself up on my elbows so I didn't totally smash her. She pulled me down hard and started kissing me passionately letting me know that she was an extremely satisfied well-fucked woman.

I rolled over a little to the side pulling her with me, so that we were both on our sides. While in position we intertwined our legs so that we maintained our position with my half hard, shrinking cock still imbedded in her pussy like a plug holding that sperm in.

She marveled at the fact I wasn't completely soft yet, mewling and purring as we lay there wrapped tightly in each others arms, both of our heads laying on the pillows looking into each others eyes.

"My daughter is such a lucky young woman Tom." Then laughingly, "And she chose you when she was eight. How the fuck did she know?"

"Tara, I --"

"Oh Tom, I'm totally good with it," she interrupted. Look, I love you dearly, but I doubt seriously we could have ever made the kind of love and relationship that you and Dee have. I'm a very anal and obsessed type of person. You are so laid back; I'd drive you to the loony bin. You'd be a nutcase in no time at all," she commented grinning widely. "Dee is also fairly laid back most of the time, so you two are a very good match."

"I'm very happy for her, you too for that matter. Knowing this is how you treat her," then as a sort of afterthought, "AND screw her, makes me so happy for her. She's chosen very well."

"Thanks Tara. I appreciate that!!"

"You just treat her right Tom. Don't ever hurt her. She loves you more than life itself and would do anything for you, and somehow I think your feelings for her are very much the same. Please Tom, never, ever hurt her."

"Tara, I would never hurt her knowingly. Her discomfort when we first made love about killed me. Her hymen was, for all intents and purpose, gone, but there was still that stretch and discomfort. She was sore for a few days after that. It made me feel so guilty."

Tara looked at me and laughed out loud.

She thankfully interrupted, "I remember when that was Thomas. Remember? I called and when we talked she said she was pretty sore and had been that way for a couple days but still wanted more.

I still can't believe you held her off as long as you did, such restraint," she added with a smile. "You're an honest man Tom, that's one of the things I love about you, and I do love you Mr. Tom, very much!"

"I love you also Tara. More than you'll ever know."

"It's also why I was so willing to leave my love struck daughter with the "older" man she wanted to make her lover. I trusted you to take extremely good care of her, and Tom, you did not let me down. Not in any way. I can't believe after all we've been through, you're going to be my 'son-in-law'. I think that's hilarious!"

I looked into her sparkling eyes, and chuckled.

"While I love you a lot," she said with a sigh, "Deanna is your woman, not me. Like I said, I don't believe that you and I would ever work in the same way that you and Dee will. I think you and I will always be very close friends, and I'm happy with that! Quite honestly, I don't really need or want a man in my life on any permanent basis at this point, maybe someday but not now.

With a wry smile she finished, "I appreciate being able to 'use' you at will while I'm here, but don't neglect her while you're making me happy."

"I don't think she'd let that happen Tara. She's pretty strong willed, as I'm sure you know." To Tara's chuckles and nod I continued, "She knows all she needs to do is bat those baby blues, ask, and I'll have her stuffed as fast as we can get there. In fact, just so you know, after that first call when you both talked about her first sexual experience and how sore she was, she came to me and asked me to make love to her right then. She took me by the hand leading me to the master, and when we got to the bedroom she was crying very heavily. I was so shocked I didn't know what to do initially."

"What? Why?" Tara asked.

"She missed her mom Tara, her best friend. That phone call drove it home that things were always going to be different now, that even though you were mom, we were a couple in love and that was going to change the way that the two of you related. I tried to let her know it didn't have to be that way, and she seemed to understand and accept it. From what I've seen so far, I think I was right."

"Well, kind of. I think we are closer now than ever before. She is not only my daughter, but my friend and confidant."

"She's told me that you're not only mom, but her best friend Tara."

At that Tara started to tear up and cry. "Tom, you are the best thing that could have ever happened to Dee and I will love you forever for what you've done for her!"

"Thank you Tara, I'll do everything I can to live up to that."

"I know you will Tom. I have no doubt about that."

With my cock still imbedded inside of her, we drifted off to sleep. Apparently we didn't move much because we woke up pretty much at the same time with my morning hard-on deep within her pussy.

We wiggled and stroked ourselves to a few orgasms and decided we'd better get up, showered and dressed before Deanna suspected we'd eloped.

Call off the search party; we're on our way down!



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Chapter 7: A Secret Revealed


Tara and I made our way to the kitchen finding Dee, all smiles putzing with breakfast. She looked over and gestured for us to sit. With a grin, she poured two large mugs of coffee and set one in front of each of us.

"I was beginning to wonder if I needed to send out a rescue party," she laughed.

I looked at her and with a chuckle said, "We figured we better come down to assure you we hadn't eloped overnight."

"I knew better than that, but you two old folks may have needed a resuscitator. I don't want you dying on me!

Together as if rehearsed both Tara and I showered Dee with a raspberry, then looking at each other began to laugh that we had both coordinated the same thing without even trying.

After doing breakfast, Tara and I cleaned up since Dee had cooked for us. Dee sat at the table with her cup of coffee giving us our morning ration of shit for getting up so late.

When Tara and I were done, the three of us putzed around the house cleaning up a little. The house was always clean, but it did need a bit of picking up. I know it sounds like all we ever do is fuck, but we do have other things going on that keep us occupied.

A little later in the afternoon Dee approached me with the phone plastered against her ear and asked whether I had approved the sleepover that she had talked about a while ago.

"I guess I did Dee. You and your mom wanted to have some fun and I have no problems with that."

Into the phone Dee squealed, "He said yes."

When she saw my quizzical look she asked, "Tonight? Can we do it tonight Tommy?"

What the fuck had I gotten myself into this time? Holy shit, Julie and Heather in their skimpy little nighties...

Oh well, Dee would be here and so would Tara. I saw Tara shoot me an amused look. I think, like her daughter, she enjoyed putting me on the spot.

"I suppose Dee. It's pretty short notice, but it's your party."

Into the phone again, "He said it was ok for tonight. Just you and Julie ... Yeah, ok ... Bring what we talked about and let Julie know about it too. It's cool with me. Between four and four thirty would be cool. Okbye."

She came dancing over to me, threw her arms around my neck, and said, "Oh, thank you Thomas, We're goin' to have so much fun!"

I looked at Tara again to find that same amused look plastered on her face. I'm going to have to ask.

Dee went off to do whatever it was she was going to do, and I sat down next to Tara and just shook my head.

"Do you have any idea what you approved for tonight?" she asked me chuckling.

"Yeah, a pajama party with a couple of her friends. No big deal, they've done it before."

"Do you remember any of the conversation we had before you dragged me off to have your way?" she had a big grin on her face.

I looked at her, "Yeah. Heather is a lesbian and gives good head to women and Julie ... Oh shit."

"Uh huh, Keemosabe. I think you just volunteered yourself into some strange pussy for this evening."

My face obviously showed a bit of panic when I looked back to her because she just started laughing and hooting.

Dee cruised back into the room and asked Tara, "What's so funny mom?"

Tara looked at her with a grin and said, "Tom just figured out what he had told you was ok for tonight dear. After the sleepover conversation, I somehow think you have some ulterior plans."

Dee got that evil grin back on her face, which only confirmed what Tara suspected. Julie was going to be here fully expecting to get laid while Heather, Dee and Tara played in the other room. I couldn't believe this. I mean, Julie is a knock out, she's over 18, being made available by the woman I love AND her mother. I was sure Tara was somehow involved in the setup.

Dee sauntered over, sat down in my lap, kissed me quickly, and said, "Just go with the flow Tommy. What will be will be." She had a hard time not laughing knowing she'd pulled one over on me. I guess it could have been a whole lot worse. Heather is a walking wet dream too, but I guess she's totally gay.

"Just what is that supposed to mean Deanna?" I asked somewhat testily.

"It means that two of my friends are going to come over to spend the night. They've been here before Tommy."

"Yeah. I know, but when they've stayed overnight before it was before you had nothing on your mind but sex."

She put on a mock indignant look, and Tara just roared over on the other chair.

"Well, I never..."

"Yes you have, and now you apparently want someone new to be added to the list."

"Do you find that to be so abhorrent that you'll hide away?" she asked honestly.

"No Dee. That's not the fucking problem," I said a little more heated.

She got a huge grin on her face and leaned in to kiss me. "Oh come on Tommy, you know you look at her when she's here. Well tonight you'll be able to do more than just look."

"Dee, you're going to drive me to the loony bin. No, this is the fucking loony bin and I'm already here."

I guess there was nothing for me to do but play along with it. What else was I going to do? I wasn't going to rain on Dee's parade, but we're going to have to have a serious sit down and discuss this kind of thing and how awkward it makes me feel.

Tara knows the extreme shy side of me, but Dee's never really seen it. She's always seen me with women I know very well and with them I have all the confidence in the world. When it's someone like Julie, who I really don't know all that well, it's just weird to me and puts me in an awkward position.

"I'm going to go take a nap," I said totally exasperated. "It sounds like I'm going to need it."

"Can I come with you?" Dee asked mischievously.

I looked at her and smiled, "Dee if you come with me, I won't get much rest now will I? Do you want me to be all tuckered out for your friends?"

She gave me a very strange look. This is the first time since she's been sexually active that I've essentially told her no to a proposition. It had to make her wonder if her ruse had backfired or what.

I walked over and looked her square in the eyes before I leaned down and gave her a very loving kiss.

"Don't take it so personal Dee. It has nothing to do with you. I don't love you any less than I did this morning, yesterday or the day before, in fact I probably love you more. If I'm going to have to do what I think I'm going to have to do this evening, I'm going to need some rest!"

She smiled nervously and said sheepishly, "I'm sorry Tommy. I didn't mean to upset you."

It looked like she was getting ready to cry. "I'm not upset Dee. Julie is a knock out and I'm going to enjoy every bit of her if that's what's supposed to happen, but you have to understand that it is very awkward for me. It would be a whole lot easier if you had asked her over a few times and we all sat down and talked, played a board game, or done something so that I could know her a little better."

She looked kind of downtrodden which wasn't my purpose in the lecture. "Look Dee, I've told you about "meaningless sex" haven't I?"

She nodded her head but didn't break eye contact.

"Because I don't know her very well, it may be just that with her tonight. I guess it'll depend on how we approach things."

"I want you to love her Tommy, so that you can give her what you give to me."

"I hardly know her Dee, that's what I'm trying to tell you," I replied, not meaning for it to sound as heated as it obviously did.

After hearing my heated reply to Dee, Tara decided that it was time to bail me out, so she said to Dee softly, "Honey, you already know that Tom isn't like other men." Dee nodded. "He wants to have loving feelings towards a woman before he takes her to bed. He doesn't know Julie that well, and though it may be amusing to you on the surface, it makes him very uncomfortable. You may not know it, but Tom is an extremely shy man."

Dee scrunched up her nose and eyes and looked up at me totally shocked, "Really?"

I just nodded my head with a genuinely forlorn look.

"Yes Dee, Really. There are probably lots of things you don't know about Tom yet."

Tara looked at me for some level of approval because she was literally going to give Dee the "shock" treatment with one of the things I haven't mentioned to her and don't generally give to anyone.

Tara knows that side of me. She could see that my look was pained, but I nodded my head and whispered very softly, "Go ahead sweetie, she needs to know eventually. I'd hoped to keep it until she was a bit older and able to understand some of it a little better but you know her psyche better than I."

Dee looked between her mother and me with a gravely concerned look. "Do I really want to know this mom? Do I need to know?"

Tara simply nodded her head and pats the couch next to her so that Dee knew to sit next to her. "You may not want to know it, but sooner or later you do need to know honey. Tom is very protective of those he loves and if I hadn't experienced part of what I'm going to tell you, I'd have never known either."

I took the EZ chair across from them. I think some of this was going to be as stressful for me as it was going to be shocking to her. Shocking in that Dee's really not prepared for this level of reality yet. She has no idea about the level of participation I had with making sure her father couldn't hurt either of them. I have been working up to it slowly because sometimes it's a total shock to people. Tara's seen it; I hope Dee never does.

She looked directly into Dee's eyes and asked her point blank, "Honey, what do you know about the Navy SEALs?"

Dee looked at her, then to me, then back to her mother, "A little I guess. I know their training is very hard and that not many who try out make it."

I almost laughed at her term "try out". But didn't say anything or give any hint of emotion, THAT I was very good at.

Dee continued, "I know they are the ones that are called to do the most dangerous things the military does," she glanced nervously at me, "I'm sure they're pretty mean guys."

"Have you ever met a SEAL honey?"

"No. I don't think so, but I don't know about when I was really young."

Tara smiled and shook her head. "Honey, the Navy SEALs are the most highly trained 'commandos' our country has. They are the elite - the very best of the best. When something happens overseas that our government wants to deal with quietly but with an iron fist, they don't send in the Army to invade. They usually send in the SEAL's to do the job surgically."

"Surgically?" Dee asked. She didn't have any idea what that meant in this instance. She hadn't looked at me in a few minutes, paying close attention to what Tara was telling her.

"Surgically sweetie," Tara explained. "Like a surgeon only cuts what he needs to in order to get the bad parts out, teams like the SEAL's specialize in performing a pinpoint mission and getting out before anyone knows they've even been there. Sometimes it works and sometimes it doesn't. When it doesn't, things can be pretty ugly."

Tara waited a moment for that to sink in before continuing. "Honey, they are some of the nicest, most gentle, quietest, mellowest, soft spoken people you could ever know. They won't panic and duck for cover if something happens. They'll stand up and move towards whatever it is in an attempt to end an ugly situation."

"Do you know any mom?"

Tara looked at me, and seeing me she began to tear and said, "Yes I do sweetie, and so do you."

Dee looked at me and saw that I'd been quietly crying while Tara was talking. She jumped up and ran to me, throwing her arms around me, hugging me tightly trying to give me comfort. "Why are you crying Tommy? Did we say something bad?"

I looked at her and shook my head, whispering, "No baby, you didn't say anything bad." I reached around her to hold her tightly. She still hadn't really figured out what Tara was telling her yet.

For someone who was so perceptive and on top of things, there were times when Dee was totally clueless. She could over think things and totally miss the obvious.

Dee looked over at her mother who was sitting in the same spot with tears streaked down her face knowing how much she had "pained" me with her talk. It wasn't something that I was going to tell Dee unless I had to.

I'm not ashamed of my service. Quite the contrary, but I don't broadcast it. I don't flaunt it. I do everything I can to maintain a very low profile. All of us do, it is part of the spirit of the teams, but when the shit hits the fan, don't fuck with me.

I hadn't planned on Dee learning about that part of my past until she was a little older, if at all. She really didn't need to know. I wouldn't have lied to her if she'd have ever asked a pointed question, but one thing that's drilled into you is that "You only answer the question asked, you never volunteer information."

While watching her mother cry, then looking at me doing the same thing you could see the calculating, thinking Dee, coming to the surface while she tried to process what she'd just been told and what she was seeing.

I could see the light bulb getting a little brighter as the data was being processed. Dee was damned smart, so I didn't expect it to take that long for her to put two and two together. It didn't.

She looked at her mother and her eyes got big with surprise, "I know one?"

Tara nodded her head and looked me straight in the eyes. Dee saw it and the last puzzle piece fell into place.

"Oh my god," she said breathlessly. Her head snapped around to look me in the eyes and she said, "You?"

I just nodded while more tears started.

Her arms came around me and she whispered into my ear, "Don't cry Tommy. Please don't cry. It's ok. It'll be ok." She really didn't know how to respond to my emotions.

She pulled her head from the side and looked me in the eyes. I looked back with obvious pain in mine, "Dee I didn't want you to know about that kind of stuff for a few more years. You've only seen this side of me. You've never seen the other side and I hope you never do. You probably needed to know it exists though."

She looked at Tara and asked softly, "You've seen it haven't you mom?"

Tara looked up at us with an extremely pained expression, just nodded her head got up and ran out of the room sobbing loudly. Dee has no idea about the incident with her father. She'd been with relatives at the time, purposely!

Dee looked at me very confused. I just told her, "Go comfort your mom sweetie. We'll talk about it some other time."

She nodded and not breaking her eye contact for a few more moments followed her mother into the other room.

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When Dee caught up with Tara she found her mother in the fetal position on the couch crying very heavily. She didn't know quite what to do, so she just put her arms around Tara and held her.

"Mama, what is it? What did I say? I'm so sorry; I never meant to hurt anyone."

Tara looked up at her daughter and seeing the concern and worry on her face, reached out to hold Dee.

"Oh Dee, you didn't hurt anyone, I did. I just hurt Tom very badly sweetie and I hope he'll forgive me some day."

"How did you hurt Tommy mom?"

Sitting up and beginning to compose herself, Tara looked into her daughter's eyes and said, "Tom is very private about his service Dee. He can't talk too much about it so I really don't know that much."

"But why would you telling me he was a SEAL hurt him?"

"Honey, you've seen all the scars he has on his body?" she asked.

Dee nodded her head to acknowledge, "It's hard to miss them."

"Those are war wounds honey. Tom was hurt very badly in the service and that's why he's no longer in, he was medically discharged. He fought them because he doesn't feel that it was warranted, especially considering his record, but the Navy said no."

"His record?" Dee asked with a little surprise.

"Honey, Tom was awarded two silver stars with V's for valor, he was given a lot of commendations for bravery," Tara related. Then taking a deep breath, "He was recommended for the Medal of Honor twice Dee. One is still under review, which means he still may be awarded the Medal of Honor. Do you have any idea what that means?"

Dee shook her head; she'd never really thought about it or studied what it was.

"Dee, I want you to look it up so you read what it's really about, but it is our countries highest medal for bravery in the line of fire. I don't know what he did, but it must have been very heroic to get recommended. Most people die when they do whatever it is that gets them the award. Dee he was recommended twice. He was twenty-two years old."

Dee was crying at the revelations that her mother was giving to her, but the bombshell was still in the bomb bay.

"Dee, don't ever ask him if he 'is a war hero'. He'll only tell you he was a sailor doing his job, but I've seen him in action, and he's not one to be taken trivially."

"How did you see him in action mom? You weren't in the Navy."

"Don't let on that you know anything about this honey, he'll probably tell you someday but I want you to know. Tom is the reason that you and I are safe today."

"What do you mean by that?" she asked wondering.

"Dee, Tom is the one who made sure your father was taken into custody after the police didn't seem to be able to do it."

"Tom?" Dee asked shocked. "He's the one that beat him up so badly? Daddy is so big ... Wow!"

"Yes honey, your father got what he deserved."

"Oh I know that mom, he deserved a lot worse for what he did to you! He deserves to rot!"

Tara gave Dee a very pained look and let out a heavy sigh. Dee didn't know. Yet.

Letting out another heavy sigh, "Dee, your father is dead."

"Huh?" Dee asked shocked. "When..."

"He was murdered in his jail cell about two weeks after he was sent to prison honey. There has been no reason for you to know that until now."

To Dee's shocked questioning look, "What difference is it going to make Dee? Is it going to change your life? Is it going to change the way you feel?"

Dee just shook her head but you could tell that her mind was now somewhere else. "How?"

"I've never asked, Dee. I'm sure Tom knows; remember 'need to know'. I have no need to know anything but the fact he's dead. I don't have to worry about him getting out and looking for us honey. That's all I ever cared about."

Dee nodded acknowledging what Tara was saying.

"Honey, I suppose he wasn't as tough as he thought he was, he should have learned that when Tom kicked his ass. I'm sure he tried to play badass with the wrong people. He found out there were people there that were much more 'bad ass' than he was."

"He got what he deserved," noted Dee. There was no glee, but a sense of finality.

"Thank you for telling me mom. You're right though, it really makes no difference in my life."

Tara nodded smiling, "Anyway honey, Tom isn't anyone to mess around with. You already know he's very mellow and very gentle. He doesn't look for trouble, but he won't run away from it either, he'll take it head on; I think Marie calls it using his 'special skills'."

"Just keep it to yourself honey, but understand some of why he is the way he is. He loves you more than anything in the world and he would lie down in front of a tank for you. Don't ever flaunt or take advantage of that knowledge!"

"No mom, I'd never do that. I'm good at keeping things to myself. Tommy taught me 'need to know'."

Tara chuckled when she heard that, Tom and his "need to know". Good policy though.

"Dry your eyes honey, we should go back into the living room and join him. Just be aware!"

"Ok mom, thanks for telling me all this stuff, although I think I'd rather not know some of it," she said with a wry smile.

Before they finished and got up, Dee phoned Heather and asked that the sleepover be postponed for a couple weeks. She just said that something had come up and it wasn't a good idea. They could come over, but the sleepover would be a couple weeks from now. She was going to try to get Julie out of the house though.

Heather sensed something with that because they all knew that Julie needed relief from home until she could find a place to move to. She told Dee that it was no problem. She said she'd call Dee tomorrow to see what was up.

"Thanks Heather, I appreciate it. I think I need to get Tom and Julie together a few times before we can do the sleepover like we planned anyway, but Jules needs some place to get away to."

Dee giggled into the phone and said, "Okbye." Then she hung up.

She looked at Tara and with a shy smile said, "Lessgo."

Tara smile and both stood up kissed each other lovingly, then with their arms around each other started back into the other room.

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I just sat collapsed in my chair, blanked mind; eye's looking far, far away. Brain even farther gone.

I have no idea how long I'd been sitting there staring off into space trying not to remember things I couldn't forget. Tara and Dee came slowly back with their arms around each other. Dee came and sat on my lap again while Tara returned to the seat she had been in. It was apparent that Dee had been crying.

She hugged me tightly and whispered in my ear, "I'm sorry Tommy. I love you so much."

I looked at her with eyes she'd probably never seen before and hopefully will never see again. I whispered, "There's nothing for you to be sorry about Dee. Not a thing. I love you so much it hurts, and that's why I didn't want you to know yet. I wasn't trying to deceive you sweetheart, but there's not much I am allowed to talk about."

"I know baby. I didn't even think that. Mom told me some things so I won't talk about it again. If you want to talk, my ears will be here. I may not understand everything, but I'm here to listen."

I started to cry again and just held her to me and through my sobs said, "Thank you baby doll. Someday we'll talk. I promise. But not now."

"It's ok Tommy," she said. Then changing up the subject she said, "I called Heather and postponed the sleepover for a few weeks."

I looked at her and said, "You didn't have to do that sweetie."

She looked me in the eye and said, "Yes I did. We'll do it in a week or two. It's ok. If it's ok with you, I'd like to have Julie over for dinner, maybe tonight?"

Her eyes started leaking while she mumbled, "I want you to get to know her Tommy. I want you to grow to love her too; She really needs someone gentle and patient right now."

I looked at her, "That's fine honey. She's welcome to come over any time. She can stay if she needs to."

So we just sat there and hugged, and got over our tears and began small talk about other things. One thing was to try to figure out what to have for lunch, then dinner. We decided we were in no shape to go out for lunch so we'd have to fake it. It's not like there's no food around, it's just figuring out what wasn't too much hassle to prepare, given our mental state.

Just before getting up off of my lap to go to the kitchen, Dee looked me in the eyes and whispered, "Thank you for your service sailor. I'm very proud of you."

I looked at her and my eyes started leaking again, but his time it wasn't a painful leak. I smiled at her and whispered, "Thank you kitten". Then we got up and went to scare up some lunch.

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The rest of the day was rather melancholy with each of us in our own "little worlds". I had no idea the extent of information that Tara had given to Dee and wouldn't know at all if Tara hadn't said something later in the day.

Dinner was just a quick trip to a burger joint in town. We lightened up quite a bit during the day as things marinated in each of our minds. Dee was contemplative. Tara was contrite. I don't know what I was, but I wasn't going to let anything ruin my day. It's just the way I face life - it is what it is.

It was obvious that Dee was off in space most of the day and into the evening. There were a lot of gears turning and data being crunched. She didn't show any negative feelings about the information she was processing, but she was unusually quiet which Tara and I noticed.

"Penny for your thoughts Dee," I asked quietly.

"Oh I don't know Tommy, I'm just thinking. There're a lot of things to think about. Nothing bad honey, just trying to put everything into perspective."

"Ok sweetie. You know if you have any questions about anything you can ask," I said seriously. "Part of this adult thing is learning to deal with those parts of life that are not particularly comfortable. Please, don't be inhibited in your questions, we want you to understand.

She nodded her head and went back to her thoughts. Tara and I just looked at each other wondering if we'd done the right thing. I shrugged and smiled at her, but again, I didn't know the extent of what Tara had told Dee.

I looked at Dee with a big smile and let her know that Tara and I were going to head off to bed and that she was very welcome to join us.

"Thank you Tommy, but I think I'm going to wrestle with my brain alone tonight," Dee said with a small smile. "You two enjoy your time." Then with a big grin, "I'll probably attack tomorrow some time so stay on your toes!"

I laughed when I stood to head to the bedroom, and leaned down to give Dee a kiss. Her arms came up around my neck and held the kiss. When our eyes met I'm not sure what I saw, but it was a little different than usual, again, not bad, just different. I think I may have been viewing the gears in action.

Tara leaned in for the same, and said, "G'night sweetie." Giving Dee a big grin, "Thank you for sharing honey, I really appreciate it."

Dee just chuckled and said, "Enjoy, mom." Giggling she added, "He's mine tomorrow!"

Tara and I made our way up the stairs to the master for our night of fun. We left the door ajar to let Dee know she was welcome to join us if she changed her mind.

We undressed quickly and jumped in the shower partaking of our usual game of grope 'n' grab ass. I'm sure Dee heard the laughs and the moans, but at this point nobody in the house was overly inhibited.

After drying each other tenderly, we made our way to the bed laying next to each other and affectionately caressing and kissing. It was to be a very slow, deliberate session of loving each other very tenderly and neither of us was in any rush.

There was a pause in the action, and Tara wiggled herself into a semi-sitting position against the headboard. She asked me for one of the "alcohol" drinks from the refer, and I could tell she had something on her mind she needed to get off of her chest. I figured I could help with her chest.

We sat and sipped at our drinks for a few minutes before Tara issued a heavy sigh before starting to talk to me.

"I told her pretty much everything Tom. She won't ask you about anything but she knows most of it now."

With a questioning look I asked, "What do you mean Tara? Is that why she's been so deep in thought?"

Tara nodded her head and looked nervously into my eyes before saying, "She knows Patrick is dead and she knows a little of your role in making us safe."

"Ohhhh, I see why she's so contemplative."

"How did she take the news?" I asked.

"Fine. She said he got what he deserved. I was a little surprised at how cold she was in accepting the news, but it has been almost 8 years. She didn't have a whole lot of use for him; it's not like he was a positive role model. She was more surprised, I think, that it had been you that took him down."

"How so?" I wanted to know so I could clear any questions she may have.

"She didn't say, but you're so mellow and so cool, I don't think she can conceive of you being 'angry' enough to do something like that. I mean she knows how badly you messed him up."

"Me? Mellow?" I said with a chuckle.

"Tom, you are the mellowest man I've ever known. I know the reason, but nothing fazes you. I've never seen you excited about anything, well except when you and Jim got that Porsche running the first time.

"Well that's worth getting excited about," I said with enthusiastic sarcasm.

"You know what I mean..."

"Yes sweetie, I know what you mean," I chuckled.

"I guess I'm glad she knows. I hope it won't change her feelings."

"It won't Tom, if anything her respect and love will be stronger."

Tara took another deep breath, "I also told her about your service Tom, at least as much as I know. She was a little taken aback at the cause of your 'scars'. Being so young, she never considered the reality of it. She knows you don't talk about it and that I don't know anything either, so that's not something you need to be concerned about. I told her to look up what the Medal of Honor is all about, so don't be too surprised if she has some questions."

My look must have been somewhat pained because she continued, "I'm sorry that I hurt you Tom. I had no intention of causing you any pain."

"I know Tara, it's really something I need to deal with at some point. There's not much I can say, so it's difficult for 'outsiders' to understand. You already know that I'm not happy with the Navy's decision to discharge me, but there is nothing I can do about it."

I know honey. I'm so sorry."

"There's nothing for you to be sorry for Tara, it's my cross to bear."

"Forgive me?" she asked hesitantly.

"Forgive you? For what?" I asked surprised.

"For causing you pain Tom, I never meant to hurt you. It was just something she needed to hear."

"Nothing to forgive Tara, I'm not angry with you for anything. I'm actually happy that it's finally out. Not telling her things is against my grain, but she's so young ... There is no way for her to understand some of it, and you can see that in her thought processes out there."

Tara smiled and said, "She won't ask Tom. I asked her not to, so if you want her to ask questions, let her know that it's ok."

"I'll do that sweetie. Maybe not right away, but I'll let her know. I think a look at her 'surf log' on the web over the next few weeks would be rather interesting because you know she's going to be glued to Google."

She chuckled, and then leaned in to give me a kiss. That ended our discussion and began our night's session of love.

We had a very intense night of loving each other, slow, tender passionate love. It is one of those memorable nights that we would smile about in the future.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, warmed by the love we had shared. We woke up twice during the night and the second time noted that Dee had joined us and affectionately had her arms wrapped around both of us.

She was gone when we awoke in the morning, but both of us knew that she'd been there. We made slow love again before we hit the showers to start our day.



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Chapter 8: An Evening Out with the Twins


When we got downstairs we found Dee in the kitchen putzing around. It looked like she had been up for a while; breakfast was almost ready and coffee was made. When she looked up I saw there was still a contemplative look in the smile, but it wasn't uncomfortable.

Tara went immediately to Deanna and put her arms around her. They kissed very tenderly for a minute and hugged tightly.

"Thank you so much Dee, for sharing your man with me."

"It was good wasn't it?" she said with a grin.

"Ohmigod Dee. It was the best ever, and I truly love him for what he's done and how he's taken care of my little girl. But he's yours honey."

"Mom. For at least the next 6 months or so, he's ours." Dee looked at her mother with twinkling loving eyes. She was humming some tune while she zipped around the kitchen doing last minute breakfast preparation.

And with that Dee poured two cups of coffee and set them on the table for her mother and me then proceeded to serve up the eggs, sausage, bacon, toast and hash browns she'd cooked up.

"I figured you two old people would have to replenish your energy supplies if we were going to do anything today, so..."

We all laughed loudly at that, and Tara and I looked at each other and our eyes basically asked each other, "Thirty is old?? Since when?" Dee saw the look and almost fell off her chair she was laughing so hard.

"I'm not sure sweetheart," I said to Tara. "I think we may need to break out the walkers and oxygen bottles after we eat."

"Yeah. It's a bitch to be over the hill," she responded with a completely straight face. She'll find out soon enough, she's not that far behind.

We both looked at Dee with mock disdain and together said, "Oh woe is me."

The three of us were laughing so hard it was difficult to finish our food while it was still warm, but we managed.

After breakfast we all cleaned up and it was time to get on with the rest of the day.

Little did I know what Dee had cooked up for her mom and me for that night. This could turn out to be a long six months, but I suppose I'd die with a smile firmly affixed on my face.

Both Tara and I noticed a few sideways looks from Dee. It was apparent that the processing of information was still being done.

Tara looked at Dee with a nervous smile. "You ok honey?" she asked looking into Dee's blue eyes.

Dee gave her a warm smile, which set Tara a little more at ease with what we had observed so far this morning. "Yeah. I'm ok mom," she said looking at both of us. "You told him didn't you?"

Tara just nodded looking at me, and I nodded my acknowledgement.

"I still need to think a lot about what you said," she said quietly. Then to my look of concern, "Tommy you don't need to worry about anything sweetie. If anything I love you more this morning than I ever have."

She came to me and put a passionate kiss on me in an attempt to assure me that she's good with everything she'd heard. With a loving smile she said, "You're even more special today Tommy, don't ever think that I'll think of you badly because I know about those things."

I gave her a strained smile and after kissing her softly said, "I love you Dee. I know you'll have questions at some point and I'll do the best I can to answer, but keep in mind there are a lot of things I can't talk about."

She nodded with a smile, and then changing the subject, "Let's get on with the day. What are we going to do?"

I figured a trip to the mall since Tara hadn't been in a year. I'm sure there are things she needs or wants, so spending a few hours with Dee in the lead should be fun.

Deanna now has a copy of my credit card with her name on it, so I've entered the "Danger Zone". After making the plans to shop, I took her aside when Tara went to "her room" for a nose powder and let her know that she and her mom could spend whatever they needed as long as it's not a new Ferrari. I knew I didn't need to say it, but did anyway.

She chuckled at that and said, "Thank you Tommy. You know I'll keep it within reason. I don't think mom or me would purposely take advantage of the privilege you've given me. I'm sure this ring cost you more than I've spent in the entire year I've had the card."

I smiled at that, and thought to myself, you're very right about that honey, but you are worth every penny.

I only work when I want to these days and then it's usually from the home office. A few little keystrokes on the computer and there's another $250,000.00 in the bank. I'm pretty well off considering I'm only 30, but I found a niche, filled it and so far I'm one of three people in the world that does this kind of consulting. I consult with the Defense department on weapons systems and strategies. Essentially I'm the idea guy. They take the ideas and run with them and I just say "ka-Ching."

I did 12 proposals/evaluations in a 10-hour day a few months ago and the three and a half million-dollar check just cleared the bank. The government pays very well, but they also demand a lot.

I know some are thinking three and a half million for ten hours work? Where does that gravy train stop for new passengers?

The reason they paid so well for that specific group of proposals is easy to figure. They paid me three and a half million to save seventy two point six Billion – Yeah with a "B". Three and a half million isn't even one tenth of one percent of what I saved them over the long term for technologies and systems they didn't need for one, and would be so far out of date by the time they got them, that it would boil down to, "take delivery, put them in the warehouse, then scrap them".

I have a good reputation with the clients, and I have actually refunded some payroll when I felt it wasn't commensurate with the "what I had given them". I guess over the past three or four years I've given them back about seventeen million they had sent me.

You want a fucked up tax return? Just give back payroll and try to claim on your taxes that you sent it back.

If there's one organization in our government that needs to be taken down to its knees and eliminated it's the IRS. Those blood-sucking bastards don't answer to any laws. They do what the fuck they want and really don't give a damn whether they're right or wrong. Innocent until proven guilty? Not with the IRS!!!

One of the easiest ways to eliminate them is a flat tax. You file on a 3x5 card telling them you're still alive and whom you're working for. It's up to your employer to track and pay your taxes at whatever percent the congress decides on, if they can agree to anything at all. If done correctly, the IRS could be closed and the whole tax system turned over to a small office at Treasury.

You should have seen the response I got when I submitted that proposal. You'd have thought there was a comet 2 days away from destroying all life on earth. Greedy cocksuckers!

I finally came back to reality and where I was, and spoke up to her quizzical look, "Kitten, you're worth every penny."

"Welcome back. I was wondering where you were," she said chuckling, "I noticed that far away look in your eyes and knew you weren't here anymore. You sure do that a lot.

She was so right as usual.

With everything else, I suffer from ADD so I spend a significant amount of time off in space. I take medicines to improve my focus, but it doesn't prevent my mind from constantly wandering.

Dee actually deals with the affliction very well. She just accepts that it's the way it is and works with it. I'm sure it can be frustrating for her at times, but thus far she's not shown any and just goes with the flow.

Like she said - "wondering where you were; you had that faraway look and I knew you weren't here anymore." Another reason for the deep love I feel.

Tara bounced down the stairs to join us saying, "Ok. I'm ready to be seen in public."

"You look great Mom and you have 'that bounce' in your step. I think Tommy took very good care of you last night," she said with a knowing grin. "It's my turn tonight, and you are very welcome to join us if you like."

"Well Dee, I'm n --"

"It's ok Tara. I don't have any problem with you joining Dee, and me so if your hesitation is because of me you can wash that one away. In fact, I think it might be rather sexy to have a matched set."

Dee laughed out loud, and the blush on Tara's face subsided, when she understood that neither her daughter nor I would be adverse to her participation in our lovemaking. "You two are terrible," she chuckled

I nodded emphatically, "Yes we are. I thank you for your recognition of our base talents."

Dee just laughed but said seriously, "Mom. You will be able to see and experience the love that Tommy and me have for each other. I'm sure the love you have for each other came out last night, and yes, the pun was intended," she said with giggle.

Tara started to blush again, "I'm just not used to sharing that kind of intimacy Dee, so it's going to take me a bit to get used to it, but I'd like very much to see the love between you two, though I don't need to see that to sense it. It's quite obvious that you and Tom are deeply in love. I pray that feeling never diminishes because I want you to be eternally happy!" Then she added, "Both of you."

"I have that same hope Tara," I said quite seriously. "In a few years I'm sure we'll solidify our relationship and by then I think we may be ready to work on making you a grandma, so from my standpoint I've found my life's partner, and the 14 years difference doesn't make any difference today, and will mean even less in the future. It's an added bonus that I'm very much in love with my future mother-in-law as well, and that my future wife is so secure with her place in my life that she allows that love unconditionally."

We all got together for a group hug, the first of many to come, and they worked on their groping skills while I smiled at my predicament.

"Ok. Let's went! It's time to SHOP!" I said to them and started moving towards the kitchen entrance to the garage.

The bags that came in the door were incredible. There was one from at least a dozen of the high-end apparel stores and I didn't fail to notice a couple from the Victoria's Secret store.

After I helped carry them all in and put them down in the living room, I asked for drink orders and hearing none, went to the kitchen and got myself a beer and an iced glass, poured my beer and went back to the living room to enjoy the show I knew was coming.

Tara was as giddy as her teenaged daughter. It was certainly fun to watch as they pulled things from bags and held them up to their bodies in kind of a mock fashion show.

I told them to put them on and really model them for me, to which they looked at each other and started peeling their clothes off right there in the living room.

I was going to complain? Not likely.

With the exception that Tara was a hair taller and a tiny bit more buxom they were a matched set. Tara was obviously older than her daughter, but from a distance you'd never be able to tell that fact.

Each in bra and panties pulled on a different dress to model for me. I already had a woody going and it didn't escape the two of them for an instant.

Tara had put on a gorgeous red, orange, brown and green dress that was in "natures" colors blended perfectly with her skin tone and her dark hair. It was incredibly stunning on her, showing just enough cleavage to be seductive and like Deanna's blue dress, plunged down to her butt in the back. It was definitely a "no-bra" dress, and Tara's filled it perfectly.

Deanna's choice was a number with different shades of grays and black. It was another stunning number that like her mom, showed cleavage in a very classy way and plunged down the back to her butt. It also had her favorite, spaghetti straps.

"Wow," I said in a low tone. They both looked at me with huge smiles.

"Do you like them Tom?" Tara asked first.

"Oh come on Mom, look at his pants. He likes them," Dee said with a chuckle. "They obviously pass the boner test."

I asked Dee to please hand me the phone. When she handed it to me both girls looked at me with a quizzical look. I dialed a familiar number and asked the person on the other end if the usual was available and when the answer was affirmative, I said, "Please reserve it for 7:30. Thanks Carol, I appreciate it."

Laughing into the phone now I said, "Yes, yes, she'll be with me and so will her twin," looking up at the both of them. "Oh I know, but you don't know everything about me do you? Ha! See you at 7:30, and thanks!"

"Tommy what was that for?" as if Dee didn't already know. She knows who Carol is and the time is always the same, 7:30.

"You know what that's for honey and I'm going to leave it up to you to make sure that you and your mom are ready at about 6:45 to go. And I want you dressed in those dresses please."

Tara looked at her with a questioning look and started to say something, "Dee, Wha --"

"Don't worry Mom, we've got plenty of time, but be prepared for a semi-formal evening," she said looking at me with a huge smile. She knew what was on the real menu, and it wasn't dinner!

Tara looked at me and I gave her a grin saying, "You get to see me in a suit tonight. The first time I took Dee out to this place she had on a sparkling blue dress that was just scrumptious, and I only wore slacks, a shirt and tie with a sport coat. I felt very under dressed, so I've learned."

At that point Dee grabbed the rest of the bags and told her mother to grab hers and they'd put their new things away and perhaps model some additional items for me.

I gave her a raised eyebrow at that comment to which she provided me with an evil smile.

I grabbed the remote and punched up the TV to see what was on, but after a thorough perusing of the channels, I turned it off again. Typical. More than two hundred and fifty channels and there's nothing on worth watching. Very sad what the medium has evolved to, or should I say devolved into!

It's just as well I had turned it off because both Deanna and Tara came slowly down the stairs in their latest acquisition from Victoria's Secret.

They were dressed, purposely I know, exactly alike in pretty much see through baby doll tops and sheer panties that left nothing to the imagination. I was in heaven!

As they both approached, I could tell that there was a conspiracy at work here and that I was in deep trouble. I sat in my place calmly awaiting my fate.

Each of the girls chose a side and plopped down on the seat next to me each gripping an arm. Both leaned in and proceeded to lick my neck, my ears, the side of my face and both worked the tongue action at my mouth, but since I only had one mouth, they had to take turns kissing me.

It was Dee first and while she was occupying my mouth, Tara started working on my belt and undoing my pants. When Dee moved down to join her mother, she unbuttoned my shirt on the way down so when she got to the bottom, mom took over kissing and licking my abdomen, chest, nipples and up to my mouth and proceeded to kiss me extremely seductively. While Tara was working that part of me, Deanna was finishing up on the pants, removing them and my boxers at the same time releasing my stiff phallus for all to see.

Without saying a word to her mother, Dee let out a small moan, and Tara began moving back down. I felt Dee lick the head and shaft of my cock as Tara approached. Then I felt two tongues on my meat, both licking opposite sides, then one moved down to take my balls in her mouth and the other sank her mouth down on the head putting my cock into her mouth completely.

When I looked down it was Tara on my balls and Dee on my shaft, and they started playing a tag team on me. The one on my balls would release them and start licking up the shaft and as that was happening, the one on my shaft was releasing and licking down towards my balls where they would effect a change of position. This went on for a time while they both concentrated on giving me a blowjob that I'd never forget.

One, then the other, and in reality they were both so good at what they were doing it was hard to tell them apart, but I could feel my control waning as the load they were both working for started towards its release.

"It's coming mom," Dee whispered with glee.

"I can feel it honey, this one is yours."

"We can share. There'll be plenty, just be ready to switch up with me."

As my semen started to blast from the end of my cock, Dee had her mouth at the ready and took the first two pulses in her mouth, and switched up with Tara.

She squeezed the base of my cock to stop the flow momentarily and as soon as Tara's mouth was on my spurting cock, she released the pressure and Tara took the balance of that particular load.

As my dick shrank from the massive abuse, both girls started kissing each other and I could see they were playing tongue tag and also sharing my sperm between them.

It was insanely sexy to watch. Each started to caress the other, cupping the others breasts. They were almost in synch as they pulled and twisted the nipples of each others tits while the kisses went on and on.

I was starting to get hard just watching them. What a display!

They put their hands on each other's mound and started to play. The moans were really loud by this time; both of them so turned on, and then noticed that my cock had restored itself to its full stiff length.

The two of them looked at each other smiling and by some pre-arranged agreement Tara moved up to straddle my lap as Deanna took my cock in hand and waited for a moment while her mom got into position. She held my cock straight up while Tara maneuvered herself down.

It was then I found out that the panties they were wearing were of the crotchless design and as she spread the lips of her pussy, the opening in the panties opened with them providing ready and willing access.

Deanna placed the head of my cock at the entrance to her mother's sex and whispered for her to lower herself. Tara started to slowly impale herself on my cock as her daughter moved up to kiss me and lick me all over.

During her licking tour, she stopped off at my balls long enough to get my cock twitching inside Tara which just set her off as an orgasm exploded from her. For a 30-year-old woman with a 16-year-old daughter, Tara was almost as tight as a virgin. When she started cumming, that pussy just clamped down on my cock and started milking movements.

With Tara's pussy pulsing on my cock and Dee's tongue and lips on my balls it was launch time for me.

"OH GOD TARA, HERE IT COMES," I croaked out loudly as that first shot of sperm started coating the inside of her deepest channel.

When I started to cum in her, Tara exploded even more and it felt like she was trying to suck my entire body back into her snatch. Her pussy pulled and squeezed on my cock milking out every last drop, while Deanna provided my balls with further incentive to completely empty into her mother.

Tara collapsed on top of me and went limp with my cock still buried deep inside her pussy. Dee looked up at me with a grin, as I held her mother tightly until she came back to the world and was able to hold herself up.

Dee moved up to sit next to me and kissed my mouth strongly with her tongue moving inside like it was actually mine. It was a deeply sensual kiss saying to me that she really liked what we'd just done.

"Thank you Tommy. Mom needs some good fucking and I don't know of a better man to do it."

"Dee. You are unbelievable. I love you so much."

"I love you too Tommy. Tonight, after the club it's my turn. I know we've got to start getting ready to go out but I'm so fucking hot I almost can't wait."

I looked at the clock and it was only about 4pm, so I had a few minutes to give my young lover some release."

By this time Tara had regained enough control of her muscles and body that when I moved her off of me and laid her back on the cushions she just looked up at me with a tired grin and said, "Thank you Tom. Thank you so much. I think you owe Dee a turn soon. You've had me for 2 days and by now I'm sure she's getting a bit horny."

"She's first in the queue for tonight when we get back from dinner sweetheart, but if you join us we'll come up with a strategy to take care of her needs. She keeps telling me you need a good fucking, so I'm just trying to hold up my end."

"Oh Tom. Believe me. I'm getting exceptional fucking. You needn't concern yourself with that."

I leaned over and gave Tara a peck on the lips then turned my attention to her daughter, my honey and lover. She saw the look in my eyes and just laid back on the couch, spread her legs and got ready for whatever it was that was coming.

I leaned down and kissed her passionately for a few minutes, then started down her body, culminating at the beautiful slit between her legs. With the crotchless undies it was so sexy I couldn't believe it. I started licking and sucking her pussy until she had at least 3 or 4 good orgasms.

I let her come back slowly, and let her know that I would fill the void later to which she smiled wearily leaned in and gave me a knowing kiss.

Speaking to both of them, I asked if there was any reason they can't wear those crotchless panties under their dresses at dinner. I got a couple sly smiles at that question and just let it drop there. It was obvious that was already in the plan.

"Ok ladies. We've got about two and a half hours before we need to leave for dinner, so I think we, well you, need to get crackin'."

They both started to stir, but both had that orgasmic glow going. This was going to be an interesting night.

"I can be ready in about 20-30 minutes, but I'm going to jump in the shower right now so I'll be done with that, and I'll use the guest bath so you two can have the master. It's bigger and you both can do whatever it is you're going to do together rather than having to do it separately."

So off I went to the guest bath and got ready to go with the exception of getting dressed. I just put on a relaxing Japanese silk smoking jacket, a pair of boxers and went down to watch the evening news for a while.

About 30 minutes before we needed to leave I wandered back upstairs to the master bedroom to get my clothes for the evening. As I perused through the closet I decided that since I was going to be with two very classy ladies wearing very fine clothing that it warranted me wearing the black tie tuxedo, so out it came.

After donning my evening attire, I tapped on the bathroom door so I could finish up and after hearing from them that it was ok, opened the door and was absolutely astonished at what was before me.

Two of the most beautiful women I've ever laid my eyes on were sitting at separate mirrors finishing up their makeup for the evening.

I guess I was just standing there with my mouth agape, as they both started to giggle when they saw me in their mirror.

Dee uses very little makeup and really doesn't need any at all and Tara doesn't need much more than that other than to "hide the age difference", and both have applied whatever they're going to use with a masters touch. All I needed was a little cologne and a comb for my hairs.

So I moseyed back down to the living room to wait for my beauties to appear so that we could begin our adventure.

I didn't have long to wait as they both came flitting down the stairs with smiles and giggling at something I'm sure I'd never understand, so I didn't ask. We headed out to the garage and our noble steed for the evening. Since there were 3 of us I decided to take the Caddy. Besides with two of the classiest women I know, the Caddy fits the bill perfectly. I wish I had a driver.

Holding the door for each, Deanna decided to ride backseat on the way over, and they'd trade on the way back. When they were both in and belted I pushed the door open button, donned my chauffeurs cap, and as the door rose I pushed the starter and off we went.

I mean, I ask you, how many times do you see a 1934 Caddy convertible rolling down the street with two phenomenally gorgeous dollies on board?

I didn't know what was turning heads, the car or the girls, but they were enjoying the attention, so it was worth pulling the old beast out for a quick run. It needed a maintenance run anyway, so this was goin to be perfect.

We got to the club and I had decided ahead of time to park in Valet myself. No way I was going to have either of those two young punks drive this car! I'd called ahead to let the "boss" know to tell the boys I'd be parking myself. It wasn't the first time, so it was just a matter of notifying the troops.

So when the car drove up the "big man" was at the front door waiting for me to drop off the ladies and go park. Valet was a bit further away than I wanted them to have to walk.

We didn't need to repeat the routine when we left, because the valet drivers would have changed by that time and Jim, the older driver, who knew how to take care of the car would be on duty. He had helped me with the restoration and I'd helped him with one of his own.

He was actually retired, but enjoyed having the work but only worked a couple nights a week, and did the later shift to get the "kids" out of the way for when the car owners came out of the club. He had no problem keeping the keys and calling a cab for the drunks, and the members knew the rules. The club paid the cab fare for both the ride home and the ride back to retrieve their car.

When I made my way through the front door and headed for the table I knew had been reserved for us I was approached by my usual server and good friend Carol, who wore huge smile on her face.

"Tom. I really have to ask you a question," she said very quietly. The quiet had me on my guard even though I knew Carol very well.

"Ok. Not a problem."

"I'm sorry, I have to ask, but how old is that sweet thing you've been dating? It may have others "fooled," but the twin is my age honey. For me it makes no difference, just a curiosity now that I've seen 'mom'." She was smiling widely as she asked. She knew that Dee wasn't legal drinking age, but would shit if I told her the truth.

I looked at her very seriously and replied, "Carol. You really don't want to know, and I know you're too smart to make anything of it. You're also smart enough to use your imagination, but I have to admit to you that I have found my life's partner and that one day she will be my wife. Also, mom approves and is staying with us for the next six months until she goes back to Asia for work responsibilities."

Oh and Carol, you know where we live, feel free to give us a call and stop by for a visit. I'm sure Dee would be very happy to have a 'friend' come by."

She stared at me with a knowing look, smiled and said, "You know. I think I'd like to do that some time. Thanks for the invite."

She then went on to get our drink orders and I moved on to the table.

I was actually not the only one in the club wearing a tux, so I felt a bit less conspicuous.

When I got to the table, Dee slid out so that I could slide in between the two ladies. After I sat down I gave both a kiss and welcomed Tara to our "stomping grounds". I explained to Tara the history, and as I was doing that Carol returned with the drink orders.

Dee had her standard Cuba, Tara was starting the evening with a Margarita, and I had my usual double Jack on the rocks.

I was amused at Carol's glances at both Dee and Tara. Her eyes met mine, they were sparkling with adventure, and she just smiled.

While she was still there serving, I said to Dee in a voice loud enough for Carol to hear, "Carol knows there is an age variance at the table and I've invited her over for a visit when she has time, so you can expect a call. It's ok."

As I was saying that I could see a look of concern in Dee's eyes, and then she shot a look at Carol, but Carol, with her eyes, let Dee know that everything was ok.

I could tell that Dee was still a little uncomfortable with the whole thing. There was nothing I was going to do tonight to allay those fears, but I knew that when Carol came for a visit that they would become friends.

Carol was a sweetheart and admittedly we had shared a bed on more than one occasion, but we both understood that it was only ever going to be physical and we were both fine with that arrangement. It's not what either one of us would refer to as meaningless sex because we truly loved each other. It just wasn't that kind of love. We enjoyed each other's company very much.

As the night progressed, Tara had a couple drinks and as is her habit, Dee had one for dinner with a glass of wine, and the hours we spent in the "bar" dancing, she milked one drink all night. I also limited myself to one while dancing, and Tara observing our routine and having heard about it, actually had no alcohol at the bar and only had some iced tea.

It was getting close to midnight when we decided it was getting to be time to move along, so we had one last dance and for this one both of the girls danced with me, holding me dangerously close and tight. I'm sure there were a few raised eyebrows, but who cares.

I had Carol call for Jim to bring the car around for us and as the dance number was ending, we made our way back to the table to pick up our things and wander towards the door.

I stopped at the bar for a second to mark a tip on my tab for Carol. I knew she would have a heart attack when she saw what it was for that evening, but she also knows I'm a good tipper. Carol is worth it.

We made our way towards the door and had to make obligatory visits to the "big guy" etc. as we made our way out.

When we got outside, the air was refreshingly cool and Jim was there with the car running. He held the door first for Tara to get into the back seat, and then for Dee to get into the front. I palmed him a good tip, which he pocketed without looking at it, thanked me and stood at the drive, waving goodbye, as was his usual routine.

The ride home was pretty quiet, as I think both Tara and Dee were contemplating the boundaries that we'd be crossing over tonight. I know what my suggestion was going to be, and I think Dee had an idea also and it made her a little nervous, but excited at the same time. We'd find out soon enough as I pulled into the drive, opened the garage door and parked the Caddy in its place of honor.

I opened the back door for Tara and as she stepped out and I closed the door, I reached for her, looked into her eyes and said, "Tara. Thank you for a wonderful evening. I still can't believe I was in the company of two of the most beautiful women it's been my pleasure to know."

At that I leaned down and kissed her very passionately as I squeezed the two globes of her ass which caused her to press into my body and wiggle a bit just for effect.

As our kiss ended she was breathing a bit heavy, and had a look of lust in her eyes to which I smiled.

I then went over to the front door, opened it for my love, and repeated the words and actions with Dee but with a bit more passion. Before our embrace loosened to move towards the kitchen, I whispered very quietly in her ear, "I love you Dee. More than you can ever know."

She looked at me with a lusty smile and said, "I know Tommy. I love you also, very much. Now let's get mom in our bed with us and have some fun."

I just laughed and accused her of having a one-track mind, to which Tara laughed also.

"I can only imagine what track it's on tonight," she said with a chuckle. "I know she needs a good screwing after what we have done over the past day and a half. I'm sure she feels a bit neglected."

"Oh mom. It's not that bad. I know I'll be royally laid tonight, but I know it's been quite some time since you've had a cock in your pussy, so I have no problems with what Tommy and you have done. I don't feel neglected at all. I had my pussy eaten 'professionally' this afternoon," she said with a sly grin, "so I'm primed and ready for a cock tonight, but knowing Tommy, he'll be up for both of us."

"Honey. It's your turn tonight. I'll be there for some of the fun, but I'm going to treasure watching you and Tom sharing your love for each other and I'm sure your love making is quite intense and very loving."

As this conversation was continuing, I shooed the ladies up the short flight of stairs and into the kitchen, where I started to remove my tux. I don't mind wearing the monkey suit, but I can't wait to get out of it and into something more comfortable, perhaps Dee's pussy?

As the three of us were getting a bit more comfortable of course I finished first. Hey, I'm a guy. I just threw on some silk pants and another silk "smoking" jacket and I was good to go.

I started by making us all a drink, put on some good smooth jazz, and planted myself on the loveseat to await my fate. Hurt me; hurt me!

In about 20 minutes I heard giggling as the two of them were heading down the stairs chatting like they were best friends that hadn't seen each other for a long time. But thinking about it, that's exactly what they were.

I have to admit to being a bit disappointed when they both showed up wearing plain cotton terry robes. I couldn't tell what was under them, but I hoped it was nothing.

They each planted themselves on either side of me and took their drinks from the table, sipping them delicately.

We sat listening to the music, milking our drinks and chatted about nothing while holding each other close.

Dee had her head against my chest with my arm around her. Her mother just had her arm locked with mine and was leaning against my shoulder. It was very comfortable, warm and loving.

I could feel Dee's breath on my chest and it almost seemed like she had nodded off to sleep, but I knew from the movement of her hands that she hadn't even considered closing her eyes for sleep.

Tara on the other hand was breathing in such a way that said she was very relaxed and nodding off. I made sure to take the drink from her hand so that it didn't fall, break the glass or spill and put it on the table next to us. I had to move a bit and Dee moved her head a little to help me move, looked over at her mom, and let out a heavy sigh. She knew that it was going to be "me and her" for this night and that mom was going to be sleeping. It wasn't any big deal, but I'm sure that Dee had some plans that included Tara.

Maybe tomorrow, or the next night, there's no rush? We've got six months, so it's not like this is the only opportunity.

Well after the last two days I can't say I blame her. She hadn't had that kind of workout in years. I'm sure she totally enjoyed it, but the lack of sleep was finally catching up with her. I'm sure that jet lag was having an affect too, though she said she'd slept about twelve hours on the plane.

I do that on airplanes too. They get off the ground and the wheels up and I'm nodding off. I'm usually cutting plenty of Z's by the time we get to cruising altitude. I'll usually sleep until the wheels bang down and the attendants are telling everyone to fasten their lap belts, and put their trays into the full upright position.

I learned to do that in the service. Shit, In the service I learned to sleep with my eyes wide open, standing at attention. The 12-month excursion on Coronado Island was totally "sleep optional."

"Should we just take her upstairs to bed?" I asked.

"It's probably a good idea Tommy, I knew she was really tired, but that's ok. Our "plans" can wait for another time. She'll be disappointed, but she really needs the rest too!"

I moved my arm from around Dee so she could stand up and start clean up by taking the drinks into the kitchen sink.

She told me to go ahead and take Tara upstairs to her room and put her in bed for the night, she'd take care of shutting everything down, and making sure all was cleaned up and secured.

I picked up Tara from the couch, noting that she didn't weigh much more than Dee and started up the stairs to the guest room where I laid her gently in her bed. She had barely opened her eyes, and was sleeping soundly by the time I'd been able to get the blankets over her. I left her in the robe and whatever was under it. I leaned down, gave her a kiss on the lips, and left her with a weak smile on her face, though sleeping like a baby.

I went into our room, and started getting the room set up for us. I was just finishing lighting the candles, and preparing the bed. I had just managed to crawl into the bed when Deanna came through the door looking at me with a very seductive smile on her pretty face. It was very apparent what she wanted, and I would be more than happy to give it to her.

She walked towards the bed like a slinking cat, slowly, quietly, and deliberately. This kitty was coming in for the kill. She untied the wrap and dropped the robe onto the floor while she continued towards the bed.

I gasped out loud when I saw what she was wearing, or wasn't wearing, as the case may be. She had on a teddy top that was so shear that it may as well have not been there, but the panties were just as sheer and I noticed that they were a crotchless design. They must have had a lot of fun at Victoria's Secret.

I started getting hard just watching her seductive approach to the bed. She came over to the side I was sitting at, with a big grin pulled the blankets down off of me, and put her mouth over the lump growing in my silk boxers.

She was humming and moaning while she licked up and down my thighs and stomach while she gingerly removed my shorts allowing my cock to spring upward at the ready.

With the shorts removed she crawled into the bed with me and using her tongue, worked her way up my legs to just below my raging hard-on. I spread my legs a bit for her and as I did, she licked up further, took my balls in her mouth, took my cock gently in her hand, and started to give it some gentle strokes.

This girl was totally involved in what she was doing with my balls and dick, so I just lay back to enjoy. After a short time she abandon my balls and started to lick from the base of my cock to the tip, kissing the tip and taking some of it in her mouth, then licked back down again. I don't know where she learned this action, but I wasn't going to discourage any of the things she was doing.

After licking me like a lollypop, she took my cock completely in her mouth and started giving me another "blowjob of my life".

Her tongue was swirling around catching the head, the sensitive glans, the shaft and everything in between.

I looked down to see her head bobbing up and down as she hummed and moaned in time with her strokes. The next thing I knew she had taken the bulk of my cock into her mouth and down her throat and was doing her best to swallow the whole meat, and it was driving me close to that blissful edge.

She could feel the coming release and pulled her head back up keeping the tip of my throbbing dick in her mouth swirling her tongue around madly trying to suck the sperm right out of my balls.

She was looking up at me with sparkling smiling eyes, waiting for that first spurt of my love to hit her mouth.

"Oh god Dee. Here it comes"

"Mmmmmmmmmm," she moaned.

"Oh shit"

"Mmmmmmmm"

While I literally exploded into her mouth, she started sucking furiously swallowing every last drop that was being forced into the small container, which I was re-filling as fast as she could empty. After about 7 or 8 shots my orgasm started to subside and I just moaned loudly and lay back, spent.

Dee kept up her suction cleaning every last bit of my semen and while doing that kept me fairly hard and ready for a repeat performance.

With one hand wrapped around my hardening cock, she started kissing up my stomach and chest pausing at the nipples to suck and nibble on them tenderly. She paused at my neck long enough to suck a small hickey. "So juvenile," I thought to myself!

She continued kissing along my shoulders and then up the side of my face to my ears breathing very heavily and using her tongue and lips to caress my sensitive zones.

During this move she had moved up straddling me pressing her tits into my chest with her legs on either side of me.

She sat up straight, never taking her eyes off of mine. I was pleasantly pleased to see such fire and lust in her baby blue eyes; this girl wanted something, wanted it bad, and wanted it now!

She quickly removed the sheer top she was wearing and tossed it aside.

Placing her hands on either side of my face, she leaned down and started kissing me in such a desperate, sensual, and sexy way that I failed to notice that I was literally being mauled. Our tongues were playing a serious game of touchy feely, and I could feel her pussy wiggling on my abdomen while she worked on getting more and more turned on.

She locked onto my eyes and I could view first hand the depth of her lust, a lust I had seen in her before, many times. An intense sparkle and a passionate need were not all I could ascertain. She moved her face down to kiss me again, this time pressing her naked breasts into me. I could feel the hardness of her nipples digging into my chest. I felt intensity in the kiss she had impressed on me in the past. Her heavy breath forced her to terminate her lip-lock much sooner than she anticipated or wanted, but as her mouth moved off of mine she moved her head so that she could whisper into my ear.

I heard her breathless, husky whisper, "Fuck me honey. Oh god, fuck me. I need your cock. I need your cum. Oh god Tommy put it in me.

There was a tone of desperation in her words. It was a desperation born from hearing me fuck her mother's brains out. She wanted Tara to be satiated, and she got what she wanted, but in the interim, she was getting so worked up she was barely able to hold it together with her fingers. I suddenly wondered why she hadn't called Heather or Julie.

She moved her hips so that her pussy was directly over my cock. The two flaps in the panties parted with her outer lips when my meat parted both fabric and flesh, looking for the entrance into her flooded grotto. God that looked so sexy. Those panties gobbling my cock like it was a sausage.

The head of my cock parted the seas and found itself pushing inside the hot velvet entrance to her vagina. She started to settle down onto my stiff penis, sliding it in a lot more slowly than I thought she would.

She was savoring every centimeter. Her head was thrown back exhaling a huge moan as it slowly slipped into the furthest depths of her belly. Once she was at the bottom with her clit pressing against the base of my cock, she stopped, letting me fill her desperately wanting void completely.

Her hips started to slowly move back and forth moving me within her depths magically. I was content to just let her control things for the moment and my hands went up to sensually caress the dual mounds in front of me. She looked down at me with a contented smile and began to lift herself inch by inch dropping back down until she was pulling almost all of my cock out of her, then plunging it back into her depths.

I felt her suddenly begin to twitch, having intense spasms, and then she went stiff. I could feel the inside of her pussy pulsing at me like an automatic milking machine that wouldn't quit until it got 40 gallons. If I hadn't come so hard into her mouth less than 10 minutes ago, I'd have been unable to keep from flooding her insides with gobs of spooge.

Her orgasm was starting to subside, and I moved my cock in and out very shallowly, but making sure that my pubic bone pressed against her clit. The screams, heaving spasms and the milking of my cock started again, as she started cumming again. I kept her orgasm going for her as long as I dared, and this time as it subsided she collapsed onto my chest.

I held her tightly to me while she panted almost uncontrollably, moaning continuously. She was almost totally limp on top of me with my cock still rock hard rooted into her pussy and making no attempt to extract itself. I slowly moved it gently in and out of her love hole and whispered loving, sweet nothings into her ear, caressing her tenderly as she slowly recovered from the massive multiple orgasms.

I reached over to the nightstand and pulled a glass of juice out of the cooler. It already had a straw in it so it would be easy for her to take some liquids. I always had drinks available in the nightstand cooler, some had been mixed with booze, and some not. The ones that had the alcohol in them didn't have straws yet so it was easy to determine which I had in my hand. I placed the straw up to her lips. She opened them slightly to take the small tube into her mouth, sucked in some juice letting out a heavy sigh, and slowly looked up towards my eyes. As our eyes met she tried to form a smile but only the tips of her mouth moved upward, but I could see what she was doing, and continued to caress her gently while making sure she ingested more juice.

Finally she was able to talk. "Oh god sweetie, I needed that so badly. Thank you so much for just fucking me and not delaying with foreplay. I didn't need any heating up tonight, just the meat," she said with a weak grin. "You told me sometimes are going to be like that. I know you love me, but sometimes I just need to be fucked, down and dirty."

"Just relax and rest for a bit honey. We'll continue when you're ready. If we're done, that's ok too."

I guess she just realized that she still had a fully stiff cock still buried inside her. She wiggled her ass slightly to acknowledge my presence and let out another heavy sigh. She let herself move down just a little to feel the fullness inside of her again.

After a little more time and juice she started to hoist herself up on her arms so she could look me in the eyes and brought her lips down to mine and began a very tender session of kissing passionately.

"God, I love you Tommy. I want to have our baby so badly. I know we have to wait, but it's times like these when I want that so bad. Making, then giving birth to our baby will be the ultimate thing that I can do to show my love."

"In time honey. I don't doubt your love kitten. We'll start our family right after the wedding; in fact once we set the time and date, I want you to stop the pills a couple months before so we can begin to make our baby. I'm sure that making love to purposely make a baby will be some intense sex honey."

I told her to roll a little to the inside of the bed so we can lie on our sides before I roll her over onto her back to finish the job we'd started. We would do other things, but she always wanted to be plain missionary so we could look into each other's eyes while exchanging our love.

As we got settled on our sides with my cock still buried inside her, she started caressing my chest with her hands and got a coy look on her face. I could see she was thinking about something but was trying to form the words to either make her statement or ask her question. I've seen the look many times before, and knew that I just needed to be patient and it would come out.

I was pushing and pulling on my penis slowly so that it was moving in and out of her incredibly tight sex, feeling the pulsing muscles inside her that were involuntarily milking me. God, a pussy is such a beautiful thing, made to perfection!

She had formed what she wanted to say, and asked me quietly, "Tommy, if mom asked, would you make a baby with her?"

That was a question out of left field. I never expected that in a million years, and I guess she could see that on my face because she immediately followed with, "You don't have to answer right now hon, it was just a thought I had. I think it would be kind of neat to be pregnant with my mom. It's not something we've talked about or mentioned, but it was something I just now thought of."

"Dee. I don't know what to say really. I guess I'd have to think about it, but I'm not totally averse to the idea. It's just such a surprising concept at this point. I'm not sure your mom would want to have another baby. It's been over sixteen years honey."

"It is an interesting concept though. Both of you being pregnant at the same time would mean you would have a new brother or sister and you would also have a new son or daughter. Cousins."

Then thinking a little more I said, "You would be a mother. Your mom would be a mother and a grandmother at the same time. I'm not real sure she'd relish that idea."

"I know Tommy. Now that I've thought of it I may talk to her about it, but I also know she has work obligations that would prevent her from doing that now, so it's not something that we'd be doing right away."

On the surface the idea really turned me on, but I'm not sure that would be the best thing for Dee's and my relationship. Having a child is not a trivial matter, and shouldn't be entered into glibly without a lot of prior thought. Just because something sounded neat and you thought it would be neat doesn't mean that is the right thing to do.

It would totally depend on Tara and how she felt about it, but I'd also have to give it serious thought.

I want to start a family with my young lover and future wife, but adding her mother into the mix is something I'm not so sure about.

I think Dee could sense my hesitation, but willingness to give it consideration so she moved in and kissed me tenderly and let me know with her muscle movement that she was ready to continue what we had started.

She moved one leg over me so that her knee wrapped around my hip and I started giving her slow short strokes. I was presented with a short deep moan from a place in her throat that made it more a purr than a moan.

We just slowly wiggled each other slowly enjoying the closeness and the feeling that was rushing through out bodies. Each moved with a peck on the lips and I kissed her nose, her eyes, her ears, ran my tongue down her neck, much of it mirrored by her own moves on my face and body.

We pecked at each others faces, giving butterfly kisses, deep sensuous kisses, and playful feels, soft caresses, that would provide a depth of emotion and love that only two persons deeply in love could understand. I guess this is part of what Tara had wanted to see between her daughter and me. Another evening. There would be plenty of other opportunities.

I was trying to figure out how to broach the subject of Deanna making love to her mother with an audience. I don't know if either would be inclined, but woman on woman sex is extremely erotic, at least it is to me. I guess I'll just have to come right out and ask or suggest it. That would be a totally awesome way to start a session of sex with the both of them.

Shit. I'm going to have to invest in some Viagra. These two are going to drain me dry then turn me over to start again.

I was nose to nose with Dee by this time and I know why "Eskimo's do it". It seems so sensual to me, rubbing noses, pecking each other's mouths, looking intently into each other's eyes while wiggling our joined bodies, joined with each other's sex.

I could feel the inside of her pussy undulating on my cock slowly as her juices kept us both lubricated. We were holding each other semi-tightly caressing with our hands, any parts we could reach. She was breathing fast and hard while I started to push her over onto her back. Purring at me like a cat, she opened her mouth before making it smile at me. Her eyes were dancing and sparkling as she anticipated the thorough fucking she was about to receive.

With a very hoarse and low voice, she croaked at me in a whisper, "Fuck me baby. Fuck me hard. I want to feel your cock slam into my pussy and your 'bone' squashing my clitty. Cum in me lover. Let's practice making babies sweetness. Oh Tommy, put a baby in my belly."

I needed no encouragement and proceeded to pull my cock almost all the way out leaving only the mushroom head inside her entrance. Toying with her momentarily, I moved my cock in her opening in about half inch strokes watching her face and as I continued to keep my cock just at the very entrance giving the very short delicate strokes, she moaned loudly but started to whine, desperate to have my cock plunge fast and hard back into her void. Her hips started to move up and down in earnest but I kept my cock moving away to keep the sensation at her entrance going.

She opened her eyes and with a pout and a whine, "Tommy, stop teasing me. Fuck me dammit. I want your cock in me. Give it to me dammit."

As she was making her speech and pleading with her eyes as well, I rammed my cock deep into her pussy causing her to moan pushing the air out of her lungs and putting a look of both shock and pleasure on her face.

I started just hammering her pussy with long, strong and hard strokes.

"Yeeesssssssss. Oh god Tommy, Harder."

I didn't know what she meant because there was no way I could fuck her any harder than I was already. Continuing to hammer her pussy, I bent down and took one of her erect nipples in my mouth and while I was sucking on it, I bit down with some force, but not with causing pain in mind.

She let out a loud scream and her pussy clamped down on my cock like it had done before, but to a point I thought she was going to pinch it off. Her body was twitching, undulating and wiggling until she arched up to me. She went stiff momentarily and collapsed back onto the bed, but her pussy never stopped its pulsing and milking. With everything else that was going on inside, she pushed me right over the edge and into the abyss.

I let out a very loud moan and tried to climb inside her pussy. I pushed my cock so hard into her when it let loose with spurts, that I thought would launch a rocket. I filled her sweet pussy with my wigglers and collapsed on top of her already limp body.

Was I still amongst the living?



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Chapter 9: Tara joins the party


We were both panting so hard neither could move any more muscles than those controlling breathing. I knew I needed to get off of her body or I'd crush her but I couldn't make my body respond to commands my brain was issuing.

I realized I was paralyzed in my orgasmic bliss when I felt a pair of hands pulling on my side to roll me over and off of my young lover.

Tara had awakened with our orgasmic voices and had come down the hall to watch the finale. She saw that we had both just collapsed and that neither of us was able to move at the moment. I'm incredibly thankful that she had done that, because I couldn't move off the top of Dee and I knew my weight on top of her was not helping her breathing recover. Tara crawled up onto the bed with us and knowing about my stash of drinks in the bedside cooler she reached in to grab a couple to give us some quick energy helping us to recover a little more quickly.

I had been able to scootch up so that I was more or less sitting with my back against the headboard and I could take the bottle of juice from Tara and move it to my mouth without help. I gasped at her to please help Deanna, and as I looked down to see my young lover I saw that her eyes were fluttering open. She was looking around like she didn't know where she was, but when she saw me looking at her with a worried look, she smiled quite widely and her eyes smiled with her.

"Ohmigod, did I die? Am I in heaven?" she gasped out.

Tara gave her a quick giggle, "No you didn't die, but from the looks of the both of you, heaven is a definite possibility."

Dee moved a hand up over her head and I took it in one of mine and squeezed it delicately, and together we both whispered, "I love you."

Tara started to weep softly, and Dee was immediately concerned for her. I hadn't noticed because I had my eyes closed trying to regain my senses.

"What's wrong mom?" she asked hesitantly.

With the question my eyes opened and I saw that Tara had tears rolling down her face, but it was hard to read.

"I wish that the both of you could see yourselves, both now and while making love. I've never seen two people so much in love in my life. These are tears of joy Dee, not sorrow."

Dee gave her a curious look. The kind of look only a teenaged girl/woman could conjure up. Tara looked at her and started to laugh which put an even more quizzical look on Deanna's face.

Leaning down and hugging her daughter tenderly, looked directly into her eyes for a moment then leaned down and put her lips against Dee's very softly. Dee's eyes got as big as saucers then closed as she started to kiss her mother in return.

I had to wonder if Tara and I were on the same wavelength at some point because this was the kind of kiss that started sex between two people. Women or men, those kinds of kisses either caused cocks to harden or pussies to get soaking wet.

As the kiss proceeded, I could see that there was a little tongue play going on and Deanna's arms came up and around her mother holding her gently.

When the kiss was over, they both moved very slowly apart each looking into the others eyes.

I'm not sure Dee knew quite how to feel about that action.

"God that was beautiful," I said trying to reinforce what Tara had done and maybe I would see more. "That had to be one of the sexiest things I've seen."

Dee looked at me with a strange look on her face and started to wiggle up to sit next to me at the headboard of the bed. Tara took another pair of drinks out of the cooler and handed one to each of us, then got another one out for her to drink.

She was sitting cross-legged looking at each of us with a huge smile. Her eyes were sparkling brightly and she would look at me, then at Dee, then back to me.

"Dee," Tara said softly, "That was a small expression of my love for you. You are not only a very beautiful girl, but very desirable as well. We played in the shower, but that was a serious kiss of want and love."

Dee was really staring at her mother. I could sense that she didn't know what to think at the moment, and had mixed emotions. I couldn't figure it out after what they had done in the shower, then in the living room eating each other. It's like Dee didn't even "remember" that activity.

"Dee. It doesn't mean your mom is a lesbian if that's what is going through your mind," I reassured her.

She looked at me with a look that told me I'd hit the nail on the head.

"Honey. I'm not a lesbian," Tara chuckled. "Trust me, I love men and I love a cock in my pussy. There isn't a better man I've ever been fucked by than your man, but I don't have a problem expressing my love with another woman either."

Dee looked at her mom with a questioning look and asked, "Do you mean you've slept with a woman?"

"Yes honey," she smiled. "I have slept with a few women. Women know more about how to turn on another woman than any man ever will. Although I have to say that Tom does a pretty damned good job of knowing what a woman wants and needs."

Dee looked over at me and I could tell there was a question coming, so I figured I'd better nip this one in the bud.

"Honey. When I was younger, I worked as a disk jockey and took side jobs working in clubs spinning records for dancing."

I let this one sink in for a wee bit, but I could tell she was having trouble with the relevance factor.

"One of the clubs that I worked at was a gay bar. The 'clientele' were told that the disk jockeys were straight and I was left alone by all of them. A man in the club never propositioned either my partner or me. I'm a man that is comfortable with my own masculinity; it didn't bother me to be in a gay club. Guys kissing guys is a total turn off to me, but I have to admit that when a woman kissed another woman it was quite erotic for me."

To Dees questioning look, "Yes, it's a double standard. So sue me!"

It looked like she was starting to put the pieces together, but I still had a bombshell to drop on her. Tara knew where I was going because Tara had been around during that time in our lives.

So had Dee but she had been elsewhere and so young that there was no way for her to have been able to relate to the whole situation. Knowing her now, I have a feeling that she could have totally understood the whole thing.

"During the that I was working at the bar, I got to dance with some of the most beautiful women I'd seen or known to that point."

"Hell, I was only 22," I looked at Deanna to see how she was taking things then continued, "A couple of the gay woman couples were living in a large house close by and for some reason one invited me over for drinks after the club closed."

Watching Tara and Dee I continued, "There were 4 women in the group but only one was a 'true lesbian'. She had never been 'loved' by a man and didn't really have any desire for a man, and that was fine with me. I wasn't judgmental about it, but the other three were bi-Sexual women that preferred girls." I paused for a moment to give Dee some time to digest what I'd said so far.

"Mom. Do you know about this stuff?" She asked looking at Tara.

"Yes dear, I know the story. I'm sure at some point he'll tell you the whole story, but I don't think that's what he's got in mind tonight," she said looking at me hopefully.

I smiled at her, shook my head a little, and chuckled saying, "No the whole story would take far too long tonight. To get back to the part I want Dee to know about and understand, I don't know why, well I really do, but that's not for tonight's account, the three bi girls took to me. In watching them and having them show me things I learned a lot about how a woman pleases another woman and with them I got plenty of practice, critiques, corrections and sex. I made love with all 4 eventually," which elicited a look of shock from Tara.

"Even Lisa?" she asked. She put her hand over her mouth knowing she'd just more or less admitted to Dee that she knew a bit more about this whole thing than she had previously admitted. It was also a part of Tara's life she wanted very much to forget, at least part of it.

"Yes, even Lisa. With Lisa it was without intercourse. Dee, Lisa is a totally unadulterated, 100% lesbian. She has never had complete sex with a man, ever. Lisa actually taught me that a man and woman could make very passionate love together without intercourse." I could tell that I'd have some explaining to do. The look on Tara's face was priceless, but Tara also knows Lisa.

"Though they preferred girls to guys, it was because of the way guys are and the way men treat women in general. It's one of the reasons that your mom was so turned off after your father. From what I know, those feelings are legitimate. It's something that I cannot argue with because in general men are pigs."

Tara got the giggles at that, and nodded her head vigorously.

Dee looked at us both and smiling shook her head. I'm sure she didn't quite understand the implications of what I'd said. She just knew that somehow she was getting the benefit of that experience.

"Honey, he's eaten your pussy, yes?" She asked.

Dee nodded her head with a widening smile, "Of course."

"How did you like it?" Tara asked quietly.

"Oh mom. It was incredible, the things he did with his tongue, fingers and lips. It's even better than Heather."

"Well sweetie, the way Tom eats your pussy is very much the way that a woman would do it, and I can assure you from personal experience he's just as good as any woman I've ever slept with."

Then looking right into my eyes, "If Lisa let him 'make love' to her, even without intercourse, it's because of the way he eats a woman, and Lisa would know."

Dee pushed air out of her lungs with that revelation. Of course at this point she had no reference point to know what her mom was saying, but had figured a way to find out.

Then to her mother, "Mom. Are you bi-sexual?"

Tara looked at her daughter with a wry smile and just slowly nodded her head. "You already know that Dee," giving Dee a "duh" moment.

"But, for the most part, I prefer men. I loved what we did earlier, in fact you're a pretty good pussy muncher yourself."

She added quickly, "Tom's roommates all preferred girls."

"Did you know them mom? The girls that 'taught' Tommy?"

This was getting weirder for me by the moment.

"Yes."

After a pause to collect her thoughts, Dee looked her mother right in the eyes and asked her gently, "Did you make love with any of them mom?"

Tara looked at me, then back to Dee and hesitantly answered her daughter's question.

"Yes Dee. I did, and to be very honest, it was a wonderful experience. It's also how I met Tom."

I didn't realize that I was going to be opening such a can of worms when I started my story. I'm going to have to tell the whole story for it to make any sense at all to Dee, but it would have to be another time. It's a very long story and it would take a few hours to relate it and answer her questions.

"Wow, now I do feel my age. There is so much life that I need to learn about," then looking at me tenderly, "Tommy. Can you teach me? All of that kind of stuff?"

I just nodded my head and smiled at her.

"Honey. There's no reason for you to think Tom has done anything bad or nasty. The whole experience actually made him a much better man. A more considerate lover as you are learning."

Then letting out a loud heavy sigh, Tara started again, "Sweetheart. After you were born and after what your father did, I did not want to have a man anywhere near or around me," she said.

With a very heavy sigh, she continued, "I met one of Tom's roommates, Marie, in some very ugly circumstances. I didn't know Tom yet. You were about 6 or 7 at the time, and if you remember I brought Tom home when you were 8."

Dee got a shy look on her face and blushed a little, and said, "Yeah. I remember that mom. I'll never forget that day. It was love at first sight. I knew I wanted him right then, but at 8 I really didn't know why or what I'd do with him if I had him," she chuckled.

"Yes honey, I remember the look on your face when I introduced you to Tom the very first time but you had already introduced yourself. I had known him for about a year or so prior to that, having met him at Marie's house. There are a lot of other things in the story that we don't have time for tonight, but Tom was an unknowing knight in shining armor for all of us."

Dee had a questioning look on her face, and slowly looked over at me. "Did you fuck my mother before you met me?" She asked quite pointedly.

Tara jumped in before I could say anything, "Yes he did Deanna. Quite a few times, but it was not a 'true love' kind of fucking even though we loved each other very much. It was more love making between friends. It was very good because of the things he'd learned from the 4 women he lived with, but he cared for me Dee. He taught me that a man is capable of treating women with loving care, which was why Marie had brought him home in the first place. She somehow sensed he wasn't a typical guy and he's also the only man that Marie ever asked back for a second romp in the hay. Honey, I was the one that pushed him away, even with our deep love for each other and the wonderful sex. I pushed him away only because he was a man, no other reason than because he had a penis."

Deanna just shook her head unbelieving.

"Dee, Tom is the biggest and maybe the only reason I accepted men back into my life at all, granted, very few. Ok maybe two in the 9 years, but had I not met Tom there may not have been any."

She left it hang out there without qualification. Dee snuggled up to me closely and with her eyes asked her mother to join us in a group hug.

"Mom. I'm so glad that you brought Tom home for me. I'm also happy that you didn't want him," she said with a chuckle. "If I could have married him and fucked him that day, I'd have done it, and I didn't even know what fucking was."

"I know Dee. You didn't stop talking about him for weeks. You were also asking some very embarrassing questions, hard questions that an 8-year-old girl shouldn't know enough to ask yet. I knew then that you wanted to have sex with him, and you really didn't understand what sex was at that point. You knew how babies were made, but not the mechanics of it."

Dee smiled, and with a giggle said, "I looked stuff up mom. I knew I wanted Tommy the moment I met him, and I had to figure out how to 'get him' all the while hoping that he wouldn't meet another girl," she said looking over at me.

I looked into her eyes and told her quite honestly that no other woman had ever caught my eye like that except for her mom. I didn't want to have to explain Marie tonight, and Tara just let it hang there.

I also told her that I'd tried and tried to get Tara to date me and start some kind of relationship, but she was too involved in her career already and really didn't have time for me or any other man for that matter.

I also had to admit that I had felt some kind of attraction to Dee even though she was far too young for me to seriously think about anything. Sometimes it was almost like the both of you were in my head. I looked at the both of them and had to admit, "I don't know when things changed for me. Your mom had put me off so much that I kind of fell out of love with her; well romantic love anyway. I will always love you Tara, there's no denying that," I said to both of them, but it was Tara that squeezed my hand.

"But there was some point that I noticed you Dee and started feeling an overwhelming attraction and I knew that someday, if it were possible, that I'd want you to be my life's mate and partner. That was probably almost 2 years ago now."

I blushed a little at that admission because it was telling both of them that I'd fallen in love with Dee when she was about 14. Even at 14 she seemed to be so mature for that age it was unnerving. I think the way that Tara was raising her was such a positive influence that it showed.

I can only imagine the questions she was asking at 8. And I can imagine what was going through Tara's mind at the time as well.

"It was meant to be honey. Otherwise you wouldn't have been able to talk your mom into leaving you with me. Think about it Dee, how much trust your mom had in you and in me to even consider leaving you with me. It took me awhile, but I finally figured out that she had done that purposely because of the way you felt."

It was hard to say to both, but I did it anyway. "Dee, your mom knew that if things were meant to happen that they would, if not they wouldn't. She also knew that I wanted her. Wanted her in a very big way, but she was not willing or able to accommodate my needs for whatever reason, so she gave you to me instead. I know that sounds a bit strange, but I think if you both think about it, it's true."

Tara was looking down at her hands by this time and a few tears dripped from her eyes. I put my hand across and under her chin to lift her face. As our eyes met I saw sadness and elation at the same time. Dee saw the sadness.

"What is it sweetie? " I asked her quietly, concerned about the tears.

"Oh Tom. God. I don't know, and I don't know how to say it without both of you misinterpreting."

I looked at Dee and she looked at me then we both looked back at Tara as the tears started flooding out.

I left Dee and moved to put my arms around Tara and let her cry it out on my shoulder. Dee also moved over to console her mother with a worried look on her face.

Tara looked up, saw the look on Deanna's face, and wrapped both of her arms around her very tightly.

"Oh Dee, don't look at me like that. I already feel very guilty about leaving you behind so that I could further my career, but it was either that or find another job that I would have to be doing for a lot less money and for a lot longer," she lamented.

"Honey, with this job, I only have about 2 more years before I can retire with more money than I ever dreamed possible, and I plan to retire as soon as I can so that I can enjoy my daughter and now, her eventual husband."

Tears were still leaking from her eyes so I reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a box of Kleenex and placed it where she could take as many as she needed.

Wiping her eyes, she continued, "Dee. I love Tom more than you or he will ever be able to know, but not in the same way as you. You two were meant for each other. I can see that in your love," she choked out.

"If there was any man I've ever met that I would even consider having a loving relationship with it would be Tom, but he's yours and rightly so."

Dee hugged her mother even more now as she continued, "You were so persistent that you wanted me to leave you with him, I had to give in. I knew that there was a very strong chance that you two would have sex while I was gone. I really had no doubt about that because I knew how badly you wanted it."

"I'm a bit surprised that Tom, to his credit, was able to hold you off as long as he did, but by the same token, I'm not all that surprised. I knew that any man that was good enough to make me want another man in my life was certainly good enough for my only child, and when I left I knew that I was essentially giving you up Dee. That thought just killed me at first, but I reconciled it in my own mind though and have no reservations or regrets, especially now that I've seen and felt the love you have for each other."

Dee was crying and now it was Tara that had to console her. "Honey. There's no reason for you to cry, feel bad or feel guilty about anything. Tom has been my friend for a very long time, and I know he'll be my friend for the rest of my life. I can't feel anything negative about that honey, and I've said it a couple times already, but you and he are meant to be, so there's nothing for you to be sad about. I am truly very happy for you and for Tom."

Dee looked up at her mom and moved toward her.

She whispered, "I love you mom. I love you so much." And she broke down and sobbed uncontrollably. Tara held her daughter close and tight, caressing her and was humming to her, some tune I didn't recognize, but I'm sure it was something she'd done when Dee was a young child.

I quietly got up at this point, headed down to the kitchen, made up a drink for each of us, and made a kind of veggie plate with what I had in the 'fridge'.

As I approached the bedroom with my tray, I could hear Tara talking to Dee very quietly, reassuring her that everything was all right, and that she loved her daughter more than anything.

As I walked through the door, Deanna looked into her mother's eyes and leaned in giving her a very sensual kiss that went on and on and on.

They started the kind of caressing that only meant one thing and the kissing got more and more passionate. They were nearly devouring each other's face by this point and it was obvious they were not concerned about me being there or drinks and sodas.

Dee's hands came around her mother's sides and she cupped her breasts and gently began feeling her mother. Tara moaned lightly and moved her hands around to return the favor.

Here I was with my JD in hand watching the two most beautiful women I knew, in the throes of making love to each other. The real sexy part to me was that it was my young lover and her mother in my bed.

They finally broke the kiss and looked into each other's eyes, which were now filled with unadulterated lust, both breathing heavily as each caressed each other's tits.

Finally realizing that I was back in the room, they both shyly looked over at me noticing I had a drink. Tara spotted the tray with drinks and food and looked over at me with a grin. Then Dee dropped a veritable bombshell on both Tara and me.

"Mom," she started nervously, "I want to make love with you."

I thought Tara was going to fall over, but she raised one hand to one of Dee's cheeks, looked into her eyes searching, and said, "I'd like that Dee. I'd like that very much."

Dee looked over at me with a bright smile and just outright asked me, "Tommy, would you like to see mom and me make love?"

I very quietly whispered to her, "Yes honey, yes I would."

How does she do this? I've never known a woman that can read me so easily, it's like she's inside my head.

Dee looked at me with a sly smile and said, "I am."

I just shook my head, looked at each of them lovingly, and thought to myself, "What's next?"

Then I found out.

"Mom. There's something else and I've been thinking about it a lot. I've already asked Tommy, but he's not given me a solid answer yet, but is positive and thinking about it."

Holy shit. I knew where this was going, but the train was already on the track, left the station and there is nothing I can do to slow it down or stop it.

She looked Tara straight in the eyes; Dee started her "speech," "Mom. I want to have a baby for Tommy and me really bad and I know we've talked about it and Tommy won't consider it until at least our wedding. We've agreed that once we set the date for our wedding that I'll stop the pills a couple months previous so that we can conceive as soon as possible, either just before or just after we're married."

Tara was hanging on every word wondering where Dee was going with the conversation. She handed Dee the Cuba that I'd made for her and both took a sip of their drinks.

Dee took a deep breath, and I thought to myself, "Here it comes."

"After I'm pregnant, maybe about 6 or 7 months along, if you want and Tommy agrees, I think it would be really cool if you try to have a baby with him too."

I thought Tara was going to fall off the bed. Her jaw fell down and she looked at Deanna with a look I can't even come close to describing but total shock would be a good place to start.

I'm not sure Dee knew how to interpret it either, but she just looked lovingly into her mothers eyes and didn't say another word.

"Dee, I don't ... I don't kn ... I don't know what to say."

"Mom. You don't have to say anything right now. I asked Tommy already and he didn't say yes or no, but said he'd think about it, but that it was really ultimately up to you so I think you both need to talk it over. If it's something that you both might want to do, I just want you both to know that I approve. Mom. I know you love Tommy, and Tommy I know you love mom, so if you both decide that you want to make a baby together, I'd love it the same as my own. I want you to live with Tommy and me as long as you want mom, and I know that Tommy approves of that," to which I nodded very enthusiastically.

"Dee ... Wow. I think that it's something Tom and I will need to talk about when the time comes. You've planted the seed, so we'll just have to see if it'll grow."

Then looking directly at me, continued, "I don't have any strong negative feelings about it Dee, but having a baby is bringing a new life into this world. It isn't a trivial thing and shouldn't be taken lightly and I know you already know that."

With a heavy sigh, "I did think about having another baby a bunch of years ago, but put the thought and desire out of my mind because there was no man I'd wanted to do it with, with the exception of Tom. That's also a long story that perhaps we'll have to sit down over a few drinks and talk over."

It is something I will consider, but only after I retire and only if Tom agrees," she lamented. "He's going to have a new wife and baby already, and that's a big job in itself. Tom and I will talk about it over time, and that's something we have and abundance of, time."

She then leaned in and gave her daughter a kiss on the mouth, and whispered, "Thank you honey. That is very beautiful of you to even think in those terms."

Dee gave her a loving look and a smile, and then moved back to me and as I raised my arm to put around her shoulder, she let her head lay on my chest. Tara moved over to the other side of me so that she could sit against the headboard as well and just leaned over and put her head on my shoulder and let out a heavy sigh.

It was close to 5am by this time but it's not like any of us had any place to go or anything to do. I could tell that Dee was sinking fast. Between all the emotional stress she'd been having in the past hour or so, and the massive orgasms she had just prior, her energy was about shot.

I looked over to Tara and she was sitting with her head on my shoulder with a contented smile on her face. The smile got wider when she looked up and our eyes met. I leaned down, she moved her face up, and we gave each other a loving kiss, and smiled.

Some of our past was in the open now, and I think we were both not only comfortable with it, but also happy that it was out for Dee to see. I think we both knew there were going to be questions, but neither of us believed that anything less than honesty would be acceptable.

That way we wouldn't have to try to keep track of what each other was saying. If there were any discrepancy it would only be in our individual perception of the situation at the time. We could get together, the three of us, and discuss those discrepancies and both Tara and I would gain better understanding through trying to answer Deanna's inquiries

I did have a very long story to tell about the gay women I had basically lived with for over two and a half years. Carol and Sheryl was one couple and Lisa and Marie the other.

But I wasn't going to delve into it unless Deanna really wanted to hear it.

I know that Tara would love for me to eat her again, but not this morning. I think we all needed to just lay back and get some shuteye. I had a feeling that I would be eating a lot of pussy for some time to come.

Oh, hurt me. I loved eating pussy and the two I have around me now are the best.

I gently took the drink from Dee's hand, and when I did that, Tara handed me hers. I reached over to put the glasses on the tray then pushed the tray away from the edge of the table so it wouldn't end up on the floor.

The three of us worked on getting the sheets and blanket moved so that we could crawl under them. When we were settled in I took the remote and turned off the lights, rolled down the blackout shade and closed the curtains. With all that in place it would be dark in the room until one of us opened the shade.

Tara was on one side of me and Dee was on the other side. I couldn't get over what a lucky fellow I am. I'm sandwiched between my beautiful young lover and her equally beautiful mother.

With a heavy sigh, I rolled to spoon my future wife and put my arm around her softly. I felt her hand take mine and place it on a breast. She emitted a small sigh and immediately fell asleep. Now behind me, Tara put her arm around me, scootched up closer and I felt her tits press into my back then heard a light sigh. Shortly, she was also sleeping.

As I was dropping off myself, feeling a beautiful woman in front of me and a beautiful woman behind me, I couldn't help but admit that I was one very lucky man.



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Chapter 10: Tara's next to last trip


The six months that Tara was living with us was over before we knew it. It was bittersweet, as the three of us had formed an incredibly tight loving relationship. As strange as it may sound to most, Tara was a very welcome and active part of Dee's and my love. In all the activities you would never guess that she was Dee's mother, only a friend that looked like a clone of Dee.

She only expects to be gone about 9 or 10 months this trip with about a 4 month break when she comes back. When she goes back after that vacation she'll have about fourteen months hopefully a little less and then into retirement. She'll retire at that point with about $80M in the bank. She will never have financial worries and at her behest, I'm already making sure that what she has in the bank presently is invested, appropriately diversified to ensure that it will always be there and grows at a decent rate.

No Bernie Madoff's in this portfolio. One of the projects I've done for fun is to write a program that keeps track of investments. It knows what you have, where it's invested and evaluates the alternatives within your set parameters. The output will tell you if you need to further diversify, stay where you are, dump something you've already milked as much as you can, or take some cash and buy. It took me a couple years to get the data collection and evaluation portion working accurately. It pulls in a lot of data, from a few thousand points before it does its machinations to spit out the results. It's only been the past year or so that I've trusted it enough to truly use it.

I'm actually moving some of her money into the same investments I've had mine in for years. Over all the market crashes, economic downturns and thievery that's been going on lately my portfolio has appreciated an average of 18% per year with the exception of the last two years. My program's data shows that those drops in growth were predictable, and can be positively traced to the lack of oversight and control by the government's band of thieves.

At the airport it was once again a tearful departure, but Tara is very focused and driven to finish what she's started and be out of the way in 2 years, plus or minus a few months.

Being an integral part of a high tech start-up that "built a better mousetrap", it has been up to Tara to ensure that the manufacturing/assembly of their product is done to standards. In performing that function she re-designed about 30% of the product to add simplicity and reliability. Those improvements did not go un-noticed by her management team.

They manufacture all the components here in the USA and have the assembly done off shore. Any idiot can place parts, stuff the machine that stuffs the parts, solder or run a wave solder machine to make things happen. The devices would be assembled here except American labor can't compete.

Generally they do shoddy work and demand high wages. Offshore the assembly is extremely well done, at a quarter of the labor costs. Tara's company didn't want to do the offshore assembly, but the negotiations with the US companies went nowhere and finally broke down because of greedy unions and incompetent management.

Both Dee and I are looking forward to Tara's permanent occupation of the new part of the house we'll be building over the next six months. The plan is to have it ready for her when she returns the next time.

I'm adding another very large master bedroom and bathroom for her that will be very similar to the one I built for myself and now share with Dee.

All the while this was happening my work was increasing exponentially. I'm giving serious consideration to retiring along with Tara, but my work is so "easy" it would be silly to pass up all that government money at 32 or 33.

The real consideration is that I don't need the money any longer; Dee and I are set. I don't want to end up resembling the greedheads I talk about while in reality I'm costing those greedheads billions in un-earned revenue.

I say it's "easy" and on the surface I guess it is, but it requires a lot of intense research. That research puts me in the den with lions because I dig into what's real and not what's profitable. I look at the long term and not just the next quarterly report. It's still amazing to me how inefficient the defense procurement system really is.

I do give a lot to charities, and programs that benefit people on the street, but I've still got plenty. Though she'll never have to work for an income, I'm going to ensure that Dee does work to show her that it can be very grueling if you choose the wrong path. I got very lucky and so did Tara. We are exceptions, and not the rule. Dee is smart enough; I may take her as a partner and teach her how I do what I do. It's really not rocket science, but it does deal with rockets at times.

Don't get me wrong. Dee understands the value of a dollar. She's constantly choosing things of a lesser cost, which are generally of a lesser quality. She doesn't want to feel like she's taking advantage of me. I have to figure out a way to make her understand that she isn't taking advantage. She's getting quality and it will last a lot longer and will actually look a whole lot better than the items she's choosing. It's a good thing I shop with her!

It's like tools. I was always taught to buy the best because you will only buy them once. That is so true. A majority of my mechanical tools are either Craftsman or Snap-on. Yes, they are a little more expensive, but I'm just 31 but I have tools that were bought for me when I was 10 and 11 that are still in just as good a shape and work just as well as the day they came to me. I've also broken my share of things like breaker bars. I take them in and get a new one, no questions asked, quality for the dollar.

The Caddy was done with all of those tools, and the present project car, a Porsche 911 RSR will be done with the metric versions of the same tools. It hasn't been that long since I'd raced the RSR but work caused me to "retire". Once we get it restored I am looking forward to taking it to the track and doing laps, lots of laps. I'll probably even teach Dee to drive it, though when I think about it seriously, I figure it may not be that good an idea to show Dee the thrill of real speed. Her Miata is one thing, but an RSR is a whole different ball of wax.

I actually have three RSR's to restore, but one, the first, was going to be a gift unbeknownst to the recipient. I just hoped it didn't cause a heart attack.

I also had three 935's that were all in pretty good shape and will require a minimum of work to get them show quality.

All but the one RSR that was being presently worked on were in crates being stored. It was going to be at least five years worth of restoration fun for Jim and me.

During this absence Deanna had her 17th birthday. Tara sent her gift in an envelope so now Dee is also set up with a good growth portfolio. The look on her face was priceless when she counted the zeros. There were five and a five preceded them, so it was a good start for her.

Now when she tried to tell me she was doing something lesser so she didn't take advantage of me, I'd just tell her to use her own money. The light bulb went off and the quality of things that came into the house rose exponentially.

She always had a smile when she was able to purchase things with her own cash and not have to rely on my card. Of course, she didn't know that I kept track of what she was spending and put the amounts back into her account without her knowing. She figured it out eventually, but my point had been made.

On her birthday we did the club and danced until the cows came home before we headed back to the house.

Once we got back we both collapsed on the living room love seat and didn't wake up until nearly noon the next day.

I was having this great dream about an incredible blowjob but I was waking up far too soon, as I hadn't blasted off yet.

As I started to become more aware of my surroundings, I looked to find Dee between my legs with my cock buried deep in her mouth. She was bobbing up and down with relish and noticed I was awake now and took her mouth off of my cock long enough to give me a big smile and a, "Good morning lover. I'm trying to extract the topping for my breakfast," before she took my cock all the way into her throat and started undulating with her throat to milk me like her pussy.

I was so close by this time that she pulled her head up to the tip and started swirling her tongue around the head as I was nearing the edge.

"Ahhhhhh, Deeeeeee. Here it comes baby. Ohmigod," I was gasping out now.

As my cock exploded into her mouth I heard her slurping every last drop as she kept her mouth and head actively milking every last drop from my balls.

When I was finished and had collapsed, Dee moved slowly up my body kissing and licking as she moved, pausing at my nipples to suck and bite on them. She made a short pause near my neck and felt her putting a little hickey right at the top of my chest. She never put them where a shirt wouldn't hide them, but still, how juvenile.

"It's nobody's business," she'd say. "I do it for you. When you see it in the mirror you'll think of me and my pussy."

When she was done with the vampire action she was up looking me in the eyes with an incredibly loving look. She kissed me very passionately, playing tongue tag for a few minutes before pulling away a bit and saying, "We need to get cleaned up and fed honey, Carol will be over about 7pm for a visit."

I'd forgotten that already. Damned ADD, causing the misfiling of information again, and it's been that way all of my life, you'd think I'd be used to it by now. It would be ok; we had the better part of the day to prepare.

"Tommy, I have to ask, so I hope you don't mind," quietly speaking to me.

She had a strangely shy look on her face, so I didn't quite know what to expect.

She continued, "Is Carol the same Carol that you and Mom made love to when you were seeing the gay women?"

I smiled at her then started to chuckle, as I answered, "No honey. That Carol would be almost 32 or 33 by now and you can see that our club friend Carol is maybe in her early to mid 20's."

She nodded slowly acknowledging, then laughing when she thought about it. I knew why she'd asked the question, but I wasn't going to say anything about it.

"Tommy. I want to make love with her if she'll do that with me," she whispered. "And I hope she won't mind if I want you to watch and maybe join in."

"We'll just have to play that by ear honey, but I'm sure that Carol is bi-sexual so you shouldn't really have a big problem getting her into our bed. She may be a little reluctant because of your age, but that's between you and her to reconcile."

So with that, we moved our lazy asses off of the living room couch and made our way up to the master bath for a long joint shower.

We soaped and washed each other gently paying special attention to those special places from which we derived the most pleasure.

I had just finished washing and rinsing Deanna and was kissing her lovingly and when we parted, she looked up at me and took my hands pulling me after her. She got over to the stone seat and while looking lustfully into my eyes slowly lowered herself to a seated position.

As she looked up to me with my hands in hers, she started putting downward pressure onto my hands pulling me down to her. She kissed me tenderly and looked directly into my eyes and whispered to me, "Tommy, Eat me. Please?"

She didn't have to ask me twice. I moved down onto my knees and with my hands being released cupped each of her breasts softly caressing the firm orbs and paying special attention to her nipples, pulling and twisting them gently but with gusto.

She let out a loud moan, "Oh god baby. That's soooooo good."

I smiled at her and moved my face down between her knees and started licking at her knees up her inner thighs towards her mons. Each time I got close to her slit I moved my tongue to the other thigh nibbling, licking and kissing up and down until she was shaking in anticipation.

I moved my face and tongue to a spot just above her pussy in that smoothly shaved area where her pubic hair would be and began there by nipping the very top of her keyhole trying to coax the little soldier out from its hiding place. I lightly moved my tongue up and down the outside of her outer lips dipping into the slit quickly to get a taste of her nectar.

She was going crazy by this time, moaning loudly, and pulling my hair with her hands trying to force my face into her pussy proper, but I knew what would send her off into the mystical land she wanted to visit.

Although she was trying to force my face, I continued to lick and caress with my lips those tight pussy lips and moving my tongue from the bottom to the top slowly, and gently but quite deliberately. I felt the shudder of her entire body as she let out a loud gurgling wail, and as the shuddering got more intense, turning to twitching.

I took one finger, slowly pushed it into her soaking pussy to the first knuckle, and began to rotate around the entrance to her nether world. While my finger was working on the entrance to her vagina, I continued moving my tongue from bottom to top of her tight slit but forcing between those outer lips to stimulate the inner areas and when at the top of the stroke I'd always find that little nubbin begging for attention.

After eliciting about 4 rolling orgasms from her body, she was nearing collapse. Her breathing was becoming heavy and forced, her moaning incessant. Even while moaning constantly she was purring from deep in her throat like a cat. This woman was incredible, but it was time to bring her to a final climax.

I began the finale by nibbling on her thighs and outer lips again. Pushing my tongue into her slit with some force, I inserted my finger deeply into her pussy turning it so that I could hook at the top of her tunnel massaging her "g-spot". While doing all of that I took her clit into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue and humming on it.

Deanna literally exploded.

She screamed out, while grabbing me by the hair and trying to insert my head into her pussy. I'm sure that's what she had in mind and she seemed very insistent. I suppose I could have wiggled my ears.

Her body stiffened, arched, then began to twitch and undulate incredibly. I had to hold her and pull her off the stone seat to lay her on the tile floor keeping her from falling and hurting herself.

I kept my tongue working the lips and thighs as her orgasm continued on. The moans were shouts of ecstasy and her body was wiggling incredibly, while I began working up her body kind of quickly to hold her in my arms. The water pounding on her didn't seem to interrupt anything.

She was breathing very heavily and almost sounded like she was gasping, but it wasn't really gasping. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed and her eyes rolled into the back of her head a few times. I reached up to turn off the water so we could concentrate on her recovery rather than her drowning.

After about ten minutes she started to become "normal" again. Her breathing was normalizing, her eyes were open but dilated, and she was staring at me with a slightly twisted grin.

I could tell she was trying to say something, but was still unable to form the words.

I was stroking her hair and her shoulders, whispering sweet nothings and expressions of love into her ears. She was slowly coming out of the orgasmic "stupor" that she had so forcefully entered.

"Dee. I'm sorry honey. I didn't mean for you to cum that hard."

"Tommy good god no, don't you dare apologize. It was wonderful. Ohmigod, just hold me."

"I'll hold you forever lover. I can't believe that I did that to you. There was no way you were ready for that. I'm so sorry honey."

She was starting to come out of it totally and was able to turn herself in my arms and look at me with those baby blue "puppy dog" eyes, and started to peck at my lips, my nose and my eyes in a very loving way.

"You have nothing to apologize for Thomas. That was the most intense and wonderful experience of my life. I can't wait for you to do that again, but maybe next time in our bed instead of on the rock and tile," she whispered with a chuckle.

"But you can do one more thing for me right now if you will."

"What's that love? If I can you know I will."

"Tommy, lay me back here on the floor and give me your cock. I want to feel you inside me after being eaten like that."

I gently lay her back onto the tile floor seeing the desire in her eyes; I tenderly placed myself between her spread legs and slowly inserted my cock into her waiting vagina.

She moaned loudly as I reached the far depths of her womanhood and just held my dick deeply inside her. Her hips started shoving back at my thrusts and our eyes never wavered from the other. The desire in her eyes was something I haven't seen lately. She wanted to be fucked and fucked thoroughly.

I proceeded to do just that. The feeling in her tight sheath was nearing me towards my own climax, her pussy milking me like a hand on a cow's teat.

"Cum in me baby. Please cum in me. Oh god I want to feel your hot swimmers flood my pussy."

"I'm very close Dee, it won't be long now ... AHHHHHHgodddd ... here it comes baby."

Her back arched up and her pussy flew up to me as I pushed my cock into her as deeply as I could and spewed my offering deep inside her."

"Oh god Tommy. I wish we were making a baby with this bunch. I've never felt more love, more desire to give you a baby than I do right this moment."

"Soon enough lover. We'll be making babies sooner than you might imagine," I said to her with a very serious look.

"Oh baby. I would love to conceive our baby right now, with your cock buried inside me holding your fertile sperm in a fertile womb."

I smiled at her knowing that we'd be trying to make a baby within a year or so because I planned to have the wedding when her mother got home from her last trip. It would also put off that suggestion she'd made to impregnate her mother at the same time.

We lay there with my cock remaining inside her for what seemed like hours, but was only about 20 minutes. I warned her then using the remote turned the water back on so that we could wash again. We certainly didn't want to smell like sex when Carol came over in a few hours.

The shower turned off, we each took a towel and dried each other softly. It was a few hours before Carol was supposed to come for a visit, so when we lay down to take a quick power nap; I set the alarm for an hour before Carol's scheduled arrival.

Dee and I napped for a couple hours and when I regained consciousness I opened my eyes to a pair of baby blues and a huge smile.

"Hey sleepyhead..."

I smiled at her and asked, "What time is it?"

"It's time to get our lazy asses out of bed and get ready for Carol," she giggled.

"Oh that's right," I sleepily replied. "I guess we should put some clothes on and make a goodie tray."

"Yeah, but we have an hour so there's no rush," Dee said while getting up to dress.

I followed a few minutes later. We went downstairs to the kitchen to make up the munchies tray we had decided to do. We had a quick game of grab ass and a minor food fight tossing celery sticks at each other, before we put the peanut butter or cream cheese in them.

Right on time, there was a light knock at the door, which Dee answered quickly. She welcomed Carol with a hug and a quick kiss. Carol returned the kiss despite any reservations she may have had about Dee's true age.

Dee took her by the hand and led her to the living room area where we had set up the food tray and when they passed I asked what each wanted to drink.

Dee had her usual Cuba Libre while Carol had JD on the rocks like I do. I smiled at them letting them know I'd be there in a few minutes.

Dee and Carol were animated in their conversation and I had to chuckle standing at the bar watching while I mixed drinks, such as it was. I could only imagine where the conversation was going.

The subject became apparent when I walked in with the drinks and both of the ladies turned to me with big smiles.

Oh oh, I'm in trouble, was the first thing that went through my pea brain. Whatever the trouble, I was sure to be in the middle of it knowing Dee.

Sitting next to Dee on the couch I handed each their drinks. Each of the girls sipped their drinks while continuing their previous conversation.

Dee asked, "So, when was the last time you were here?" This got my attention immediately. Dee knew that Carol and I had been bed partners at one time.

"Oh, it's been a couple years Dee. I found a guy so I stopped seeing Tom and by the time I'd finally figured out the dude was a total loser, you were here."

"But it took me 6 months to get him in bed," Dee said with a smile.

"It still didn't seem right to just come over to fuck him while you were here. If I'd known you were scheming on him, I may have stopped by to salt the mine," Carol giggled. "I'm not so sure that would have worked out too well though, because you would have seen me as 'the enemy' and we couldn't be friends."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," Dee answered. "Well, I'm glad it's not an issue because I like you Carol, you seem to be a very fun person to be around. Tommy said you were and now we have a chance to get to know each other better and I like that!"

"Dee, Tom wouldn't answer my question directly when I asked him. Could I ask you?"

Shit. I knew where this was going. It was going to happen sooner or later, but I'd kind of hoped for later. Given Dee's designs on Carol, I'm sure Carol was trying to get a feel for the ramifications.

Dee looked at her with a wry smile and said, "Seventeen Carol, but between friends it doesn't make any difference. At least not to me."

Carol looked at me and shook her head with a laugh. "Fucking cradle robber. Tom, I'm surprised at you."

"I don't know why Carol," I replied. "I told you I'd found my life's mate. Trust me, I didn't expect one quite so young, but as her mother has said on a lot of occasions, 'it was meant to be'."

"I guess," Carol lamented. Then looking at Dee, "You're quite a young lady, you know that don't you?"

Blushing Dee just nodded her head with a smile.

Looking at Dee I explained, "Carol knows of my crush on your mom, Dee, though she didn't meet her until the night at the club."

"I could see why you were madly in love with her Tom, and why you're now madly in love with Dee. They're damned near twins."

"Thank you," Dee whispered. "To be compared with my mom that way is very flattering."

"It's true Dee. You and your mom could be mistaken for twins from a short distance. I could see the difference right away, but I was only a couple feet away," Carol explained. "When you and your mom came in together, it was obvious to me and it made me wonder how old you were."

"Well, at that time I was still sixteen and I enjoyed being at the club. Not because it was fooling anyone, but I enjoyed being treated like an adult."

"Well you certainly looked and acted the part," Carol said with a chuckle.

Dee just smiled at Carol, then turned to me with a grin, "Do you think you can occupy yourself for a while sweetie? I'd like to get to know Carol a little better."

"Oh, I'm sure I can manage kitten. I'll just go into the office and work on a couple of proposals I've been putting off. The clients are getting a little antsy so it'll be time well spent."

Then looking at both with an evil grin, "Have fun!"

I picked up my drink and headed on into the office while Dee took Carols hand and led her up the stairs. "I'm sure they will have a great time getting to know each other intimately," I thought to myself with a laugh.

Sitting down in front of the computer, I finalized my proposals, all five of them, and made them ready for the clients action.

I'd just sent the last of them for the clients review, critique and acceptance when Dee popped her head in the door and asked if it was ok to come in.

"Of course honey, you know you're always welcome."

"I don't want to interrupt your train of thought Tommy. I know that it is a problem at times," she said with a wry smile.

"Nope, I'm all done this time. I've just sent them off for approvals, so we'll see if I need to do any modifications in the next couple days. If not, I should get a good check in a month or two."

With a smile she said, "Well, it's none of my business really, but how much is this batch going to bring in?"

I chuckled because it's not very often that Dee even thinks about income much less asks. "It should be around six and a half sweetie," I said with a smile.

Dee's jaw dropped like a rock, "For an hour and a half's work?"

"Well it's only taken me an hour and a half to put the finishing touches on it Dee, but there's probably fifty or sixty hours in the whole batch."

"Still, that's a lot of money," she observed.

"Yeah, but if all of the proposals go as outlined, it will save you and me about three hundred billion over two years. What I'm getting is way less than one tenth of one percent, so in the over all picture, it's really not that much."

Dee just shook her head but understood the math. "Hey, the reason I came down is that Carol feels satisfied but empty. I thought it would be nice if you could fill that void."

"Fill that void, aye?" I chuckled. "Just what do you have in mind Missy?"

"Oh, I thought I'd come down and grab you, force you into submission while I remove your clothes and point you at a pair spread legs with a very tasty pussy between them."

"Oh you did, did you?" I said with a smile.

Dee gave me a shy look with a grin, "Yeah. I've warmed it up for you, so really all you need to do is put the meat in to simmer."

Then with a more serious look, "She really needs it Tommy, and it's not like you two haven't done it before. Please?"

"You don't have to 'beg' Dee, I'll be more than happy to come up and give Carol what she needs."

Dee's grin was priceless while she waited for me to shut down the computer and make my way from behind the desk. She took me by the hand and led me to the bedroom like a lamb to the slaughter.

Carol was splayed out on the bed with a Cheshire grin on her face, obviously having been worked over by Miss Dee. When she saw the both of us come in the room her grin got even wider.

Dee made short work of removing my coverings, and led me to the bed where I looked down at the beautiful 23-year-old woman that needed a serious fucking.

"Thank you Tom," she whispered. "Dee is a wonderful lover, and I'm sure I'll partake some more, but I feel really empty right now. It's been a while since I've had a real cock inside my pussy, and I know yours can do the job very nicely."

Dee chuckled as I began to kneel on the bed over Carol's prone body. I leaned down to kiss her allowing her to put her hand behind my head and hold me for her return. Our tongues played tag for quite some time as our passion passed between us.

I knew she didn't need any of my foreplay because Dee had already had her way. I kneeled between Carols welcoming spread legs and lowered myself until my stiff cock rubbed up and down her soaked slit for a few seconds before dropping into position.

When everything was lined up, I pushed gently letting the outer labia know that an intruder was at the door and wanted past. Having the password, the outer lips parted allowing me full access to the warmth within. My cock made a slow smooth entrance to Carol's womanhood and in no time I was buried to the balls inside her wetness causing her to let out a loud groan of pleasure.

Our eyes met as I let myself hold steady to give her the full feeling. Her hands came up to pull my face to hers giving me a tender kiss to tell me that it was exactly what she needed.

After a few minutes of just reveling in the feeling of her warm sheath I began a slow rhythm, pulling partway out slowly, then plunging back in just as slowly.

She went over the edge a couple times in the first few minutes of this slow motion activity, and then looking me right in the eyes whispered, "Fuck me Tom. I need it hard and fast. Please, fuck me like there's no tomorrow."

I smiled down at her nodding my head, and began to pound in and out of her with abandon. She held on tight for the ride and through the moans and groans of pleasure was grunting, "Yes ... Yes ... Yes ... I need this..."

After a small visit to the valley, I could feel her building up to a monster explosion, so pacing myself to bring it out to its maximum, I kept up the mad plunges forcing her breasts to bounce all over her chest. I could feel her muscles begin to pulse while my balls began to bubble forth with the offering that I had been holding back.

With an incredibly loud scream she arched up to me with a stiffening body. Her muscles were in full on spasm all over, but the vaginal array were pulling me in further and milking me for every last drop it could get when I exploded inside her. When she felt the first spurt, she hollered, "YES ... Thank you Dee ... Oh fuck I needed this so bad."

We had both forgotten that Dee was even in the room we had concentrated on our own pleasures so much. There was nothing for either of us except that area of our bodies joined as though one, giving the ultimate in the human expression of affection and pleasure.

While we began to breathe a little more normally we both looked around the room to find Dee sitting in the EZ-chair with her fingers literally flying over her button, coming like gangbusters with a monstrous grin on her face.

Noticing we were looking at her, she got up and ran to the bed jumping in to put her arms around the both of us saying how cool it looked watching us make love with each other.

After Dee had joined us in the bed we had a long group hug, grab ass session before we decided that though it was still early, we were all exhausted and really needed some rest.

I pushed the magic buttons and in very short order we were all in na-na land wrapped in each other's arms.

I don't know who it was that woke first, but about 3am I smelled coffee and noted that I was alone in the bed. Curiosity getting the better part of me, yeah right, I put on a robe and made my way to the kitchen where the two ladies were sitting at the table talking.

"Well, g'mornin' sleepyhead," Dee said cheerfully.

I grumbled something similar to "good morning", but made my way to the cupboard to get a deep mug for some coffee.

"Aren't we the grump this morning," Dee chuckled. Looking at Carol she said tongue in cheek, "Give him some strange pussy and see what we get?"

Carol looked at her with wide surprised eyes and blushed. She didn't lose a beat though, "Isn't that just your typical man Dee. Put out and get 'Grumpy', instead of 'Happy'."

I looked at them and said with a grin, "Well, it could be 'Dopey' so be thankful it's only 'Grumpy' for a little while."

This went on for a little longer before we all made our way back to the bedroom, had a little threesome fun and promptly died again.

When we finally did get out of bed at 10am, Carol was in a small panic because she had to go to work in a couple hours.

When Carol had showered and dressed, Dee walked her to the door and pulled her in for a very passionate kiss. "Thank you Carol. I really enjoyed your company and I hope you'll come over again soon, even if 'Grumpy' is here."

"Oh, don't you worry Dee. I'll be back. 'Grumpy' or no 'Grumpy'." Then with tongue in cheek, "He's ok, but you're really fun." Both looked over at me and as if rehearsed, stuck out their tongues at me.

Before I could say a word Dee shouted, "Run Carol run. Quick before he tries to give you something to do with that. I'll save you."

Both laughing hysterically, Carol ran to her car to make off to her apartment then on to work, while Dee happily showed me what she could do with her tongue.



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Chapter 11: Julie


The next two weeks were pretty interesting to say the least. Dee's friend Julie practically moved in with us she was here so much. She had other side issues going on at home that made her invasion very acceptable to Dee and I. Carol was becoming a regular as well, but it was no big thing. Dee seemed to have that affect on friends.

In all of that however, Julie didn't lay a big sob story on us. Dee laid it out for me and Carol so when Julie got here there weren't a lot of embarrassing questions. None of it ever came up, and we just went on with life as though it wasn't there, which suited Julie just fine. It allowed her to enjoy her time here without worrying about other issues.

She is a really wonderful person with an incredible head on her shoulders. We had some interesting conversations about a whole gamut of subjects from History, Politics and when the surf was up, to the different kinds of food to be had in different countries. She turned out to be a very experimental eater, which fit in with our troop very well.

Needless to say, Dee's ploy worked and I gained some very strong feelings for Julie. Like I said, she was a wonderful person. But I also knew what the background game was, so it was all good. Dee actually made sure that Julie and I got to spend good time with each other, just the two of us.

All this while Dee and/or Carol were keeping me busy nightly. There were nights where they would both line up on either side of me. While one was riding the horse, the other had her wonderful pussy in my face. Then they'd do a switch-a-roo and repeat. I got very successful at holding my climax until they were both fairly worn out, so they finally figured that once they were ready to lay down to rest, whoever was on the pole got the juice.

Dee could see the growing feelings I was getting for Julie, and she nurtured them like a master violinist played a concerto. Tara had actually taken Julie aside a couple weeks before she left and without giving away much explained to her that I wasn't a typical man that would just dip his wick in any hot wax that came around. I actually had to have some true feelings for the person. Julie liked that idea, as would any woman, so while I was developing a love for her, she developed a love for me. So it worked out well.

Julie played it just as well. She was a very personable woman and she just grew on me nicely. One night she was there as usual, we were all sitting around the living room, Julie got up to get everyone a refill on their drinks, and when she distributed she came to me last. She handed me my drink and stood there for a few seconds causing me to look up at her beautiful eyes.

Nervously she asked softly, "May I?"

I looked up at her and knew exactly what she meant so I just nodded my head and put our drinks on the table next to the chair. She bent her long legs and turned placing her ass right on top of my raging boner. She knew what she was doing, so there was no surprise when she felt the lump pushing up at her. She had placed herself so that the lump hit her right between the legs stimulating the bottom part of her vulva.

Once she settled in she put her arms around my neck and just looked me in the eyes. Now this young lady is a stone fox, a certifiable wet dream. It's only Dee's trust that allowed her to have Julie over like she'd been anyway. Dee liked playing with Julie too, but they'd been friends since before Dee moved in with me.

She was fairly tall, probably about 5'8" or 5'9", weight perfectly proportional to her body type. Like Dee, she had fairly small breasts and a perfect bubble butt. She might fill a "B" but it'd be close, her legs were long and slender and went from the floor, up to make a perfect ass of themselves. She was as cute as a button, with a smile that lit up a room when she had one on, which was almost always. It was a real smile too, not contrived. Despite her other problems, she was a happy young woman.

She had long, straight, sandy blond hair that was very blond in the summer time, and gorgeous powder blue eyes. Her eyes were nearly as expressive as Dee's blues. She was your typical southern California surfer girl that every guy dreams of meeting some day; she is a serious walking wet dream.

Mine was being offered on a silver platter. While Julie and I talked with our eyes, the activity didn't go unnoticed by the other two women in the room. Dee had grin on her face that probably touched both ears. Carol smiled knowingly. She knew where this was going to end up, and it was apparent that she and Dee were going to be able to enjoy some nights together.

Julie finally broke the mesmerized lock we'd had on each other and put her face next to my ear and after nibbling a short time whispered softly, "If I told you I loved you, would it bum you out?"

She moved her face back to where our eyes could meet and I whispered, "No."

She smiled and leaned in putting her lips softly on mine for just a touch, then moving just a little and looking me in the eyes, whispered very quietly, "I love you Tom."

I returned her smile and let her know I felt the same, and thanked her for letting me get to know her.

She smiled and said, "I wasn't all that comfortable with Dee's suggestion either. I'd have done it I guess, but it wouldn't be the same as it may be if we decide it's ok. I know it's ok with Dee."

I nodded to her, "Yeah. Dee seems to have this knack for setting things up without a lot of prior thought. Patience is not one of her strong suits, but we're working on that." We both chuckled and looked over at Dee and Carol. Both were sitting on the couch watching with big smiles softly caressing each other.

They noticed that we were looking, and Dee got a huge smile on her face, then leaned up and kissed Carol very tenderly, and whispered something in Carol's ear that we couldn't hear. She nodded enthusiastically. They began to stir, moving around grabbing their drinks, then looking around to make sure they picked everything up off the couch.

They looked into each other's eyes, and stood to kiss each other. They stepped around the small table that was between us, and Carol first leaned down to kiss me saying "g'night".

Dee was next. She leaned down and gave me a warm, loving kiss. Our eyes communicated what was in our minds, and she said, "g'night you two," then leaned in to kiss Julie, who returned her kiss without hesitation. They'd obviously done that before.

Dee looked into Julie's eyes, which were smiling brightly at her, then Dee leaned in and whispered to Julie, "Enjoy him Jules. Tell him everything, and let him know what turns you on."

I suppose I wasn't supposed to hear any of that, but it's not like we were across the room when she whispered.

Hand in hand Dee and Carol walked up the stairs and disappeared into Tara's room, closing the door behind them.

Julie looked at me and gave me a nervous smile before she leaned in and gave me a real live lover's kiss.

When she pulled her lips from mine, I made solid eye contact with her and said, "Julie, I know this is probably awkward for you, for me too. We both know what Dee has "planned" but I want you to know that you won't be coerced or forced to do anything. Whatever we do will be at your behest, and if we get some place you don't want to be, say stop, and we'll back up to where you're comfortable, ok?"

She shyly nodded her head, and leaned in to peck my lips again, and looking into my eyes said softly, "I appreciate that Tom. Yeah, it's a little awkward, but nowhere near as awkward as it would have been a few weeks ago. I'm so glad that Dee allowed us to get to know each other a little because I have developed a love for you. You are a very kind and gentle man. I've only gone out with a couple guys, and they were both total assholes, so I kind of hooked up with Heather because she loved me and didn't force anything on me."

I nodded, but kept quiet because I knew she wasn't finished.

"All the boys wanted to do was squeeze my boobs and at least get their hands in my pants, I mean sometimes it was like fighting off an octopus."

I laughed at that description and nodded my head in understanding.

"You haven't done anything in the past few weeks to hide your relationship with Dee. I've also noticed that rock on her hand," Julie said with a chuckle. "I have no problems with it at all Tom, and nobody will ever hear about it from me."

"We've talked about her first time, and now, seeing the two of you together, I know it was you - she never said! But she did say that the "guy" was so gentle, so caring, so loving that it was the most beautiful experience of her life."

I smiled, "I'm happy to hear she feels that way. It's truly the way every woman deserves to be treated every time she makes love with her man ... but, especially the first time!"

She looked at me shyly again, and nodded a little and said, imperceptively soft, "I'm still a virgin Tom. I don't have a hymen anymore, but no man has ever been there before. I would be very pleased if you would be my first." Then with a nervous smile, "And second, and third, and..."

We both chuckled, but I told her, "Well you're in luck Julie, because I don't believe in one night stands. That's one reason I have to feel for the person I'm loving. I'm really happy that Dee allowed us to get to know each other. It was a little painful driving it into her head, but I don't think she'll make that mistake again. You're an exceptional woman sweetie, and I'm honored that you would consider me to be your first. Again, we don't do anything you don't want to do. If we get somewhere you're not comfortable with you say so and we stop."

She nodded with a nervous smile understanding that she wasn't going to be a virgin much longer.

"I will never do anything to hurt you on purpose. I'm happy you don't have you're hymen intact because it only means you'll feel some discomfort while you stretch for the first time. Dee had a little pain and it killed me knowing I'd hurt her."

"She said that, but she said it was the most wonderful pain she's ever felt and even if she had to feel it again she would do it with you without hesitation."

I leaned up to her face and put my lips on hers. We kissed lovingly for quite some time, allowing our mouths to become familiar with each other's, and ensuring our tongues were properly introduced. It was actually numerous kisses while we stopped momentarily to express our feelings.

Finally she looked me in the eyes and whispered to me, "Please, take me to bed. I'm ready."

I pecked her lips as she stood up and offered me her hands. I stood in front of her, and we embraced for a few moments before I moved to the side and before she could figure out what I was doing I picked her up to carry her up the stairs to the bedroom. She let out a little "eek" when I took her in my arms, but she looked at me and saw a wide smile. She put her arms around my neck and buried her face on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it, but on the way up the stairs Julie started to purr. She sounded just like Tara. A kitty. She was also humming some tune I didn't recognize.

When I got us into the bedroom I kicked the door closed, which is our "Do Not Disturb" sign. Most times Dee and I or Tara and I leave the door ajar letting the others know that it's ok to come in and join us.

I set her down standing softly on the floor and looked to see two very nervous eyes staring at me. I put my hands on her hips and leaned forward to kiss her sensually, letting her know I really had strong feelings for her. Her return kiss let me know she felt the same. I felt a slight tremble in her body.

I let my eyes meet hers with a smile and said, "I need to jump in the shower." She nodded her head but kept it looking downward a little. I asked, "Would you care to join me?"

Her eyes shot to mine showing surprise, but she nodded nervously and said, "Ok."

I led her to the shower room and pushed the appropriate buttons to get the water started and up to temperature. I turned to ask her how she liked the water and she had already begun unbuttoning the blouse she was wearing

She just said, "Warm to hot is ok. Just not cold." She grinned when she said cold.

I got the temp set and turned to begin undressing and she was already down to her bra and panties. She may be nervous but she wasn't shy about her body. I like that in a young woman, especially a woman with smaller breasts. Most are very self-conscious thinking they have to have double D's to make a man happy.

She dropped her bra and was sliding her panties down her legs by the time I got to my boxers, so I pushed them down as well. When she stood back up she looked at me with a smile.

I took in her whole body, and what a body it is. "Holy moly Julie. You are an incredibly beautiful woman."

She smiled shyly and whispered, "Thank you Tom. You're pretty handsome yourself."

Both of us smiling we met for a skin-to-skin kiss and when it was finished, she took me by the hand and into the shower we went. She seemed to have a lot of confidence in herself and I found that to be quite sexy.

While we were soaping up I mentioned to her that she seemed to be very comfortable being nude with a man, especially considering what we were planning on doing in a little while and that she'd never done it before. She smiled and told me it wasn't a big deal, and she had been looking forward to giving herself to me since the first night when Dee postponed the sleepover. She said if we had done this then, he'd have seen a different woman

She told me that she was comfortable with her body and she knew I wanted to see it. I smiled and nodded, but she told me she appreciated the fact that I didn't just grope her when she took her clothes off. She smiled and said that if I wanted to see it, then she was willing to show it.

I soaped up my hands, started at her shoulders, and worked down to her feet washing her body as I went. I briefly brushed her breasts and I gently washed her sex and got some soft moans, but it wasn't sexual. It was washing. I thought that approach was probably best for this woman.

When I was done, she soaped her hands and did the same thing to me. We stood under the rainmakers and rinsed off all the soap then stopped to look at each other. I saw a beautiful smile and leaned in to kiss her tenderly "in the rain". Her arms came around me gently as I moved my kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. When my lips took in a breast she moaned appreciatively. I sucked in the entire nipple flicking it with my tongue causing a hand to come up and hold my head with firmness. I switched between each of her breasts allowing that neither got any favoritism on my part. They were both magnificent in my mind!

Her breathing started to get really deep and fast and I could feel some twitching in her body, so I moved her backwards slowly until she was situated where I wanted her, then whispered, "Sit on the bench sweetie."

Without even looking she bent her knees and sat on the bench trusting that I wouldn't let her fall. Once she was seated her eyes looked at me in wonder, while I leaned down to kiss her tenderly. I took each of her breasts in my hands kneading them softly watching her eyes. I could feel how close she was to an orgasm just manipulating her breasts. I kneeled in front of her keeping our eye contact, then I leaned in kissing under her breasts and down her belly taking in her sides and moving down towards her mons and those sweet things I knew were below.

One hand was softly caressing her thighs moving to the inside softly as she moved her legs apart to make room for my caresses. I put my lips on her inner thighs nibbling, causing her to open herself even more. Tweaking each nipple with my fingers, I put my mouth right on that highly sensitive area where her clit was barely hidden.

You'd have thought I put her in the electric chair and flipped the switch. I'm sure her exuberant sounds carried into the room down the hall, but it had happened before so I just kept my hands and face in position to hold her on the seat waiting for her to recover from her first man induced orgasm. I chuckled to myself thinking, "We were just getting started."

After a few minutes her eyes opened and met mine. When she made the eye contact, she got a huge smile on her face and breathlessly said, "Wow!"

I smiled and whispered, "That was just the first one sweetheart, and there's a lot more of that to come."

Her eyes got large with surprise. While she was relaxed, I took advantage, putting my face down again and licked her vulva slowly from the bottom to the top, causing her to lurch just a little when I got up to her little bump. She let out and short loud moan, and put her hands behind my head to hold it in place. It was clear she didn't want me to stop that action quite yet.

I slowly brought her up to the very edge, nearly letting her slide over. I backed out just long enough to let her reset, then brought her up again. I repeated three times before her loud moan of frustration told me it was time for a big one.

When our eyes met, I could see the frustration though she knew it was being done purposely just for her. I slowly worked on bringing her up to a boil once again. This time though, instead of turning the heat down, as she approached the ledge I moved my mouth slowly but firmly up to her little button and pushed her over. She went willingly, but kicking and screaming while her orgasm permeated and consumed her entire body with a vengeance. She was twitching, and shaking with incredible force. She almost fell off the stool, but I held her there until her body relaxed then picked her up and carried her out of the shower and set her on a soft chair.

I dried her softly and then dried myself. By the time I was dry, she had partially recovered, so when I picked her up again, she wrapped herself around me kissing, biting, licking my neck and shoulders until I hovered her over the bed and gently set her down.

She smiled at me weakly. One of her hands moved over, took my stiff penis in her hand, and smiled. She stroked it very tenderly and sat up just long enough to kiss the tip and lick off the precum that had oozed its way out. She looked up into my eyes with a grin, and let herself flop back down so that she was again just laying in wait.

"Tom, I'm ready for you. Please." Her eyes were pleading with me to get on with the event she'd come for. (Oh yes, pun intended!)

I looked down at her and had to ask, "Are you sure sweetie? Once it's done, it can't be undone."

"Oh I'm sure. If this thing in my hand feels as good inside me as your tongue felt on me, there's no way I'd ever want to undo it. I'm ready to give it up baby. Please take me now."

I moved myself in between those lusciously long legs knowing that she was going to literally wrap them around me and began my final approach. I leaned down and kissed each of her breasts softly then up her neck to her ear where I whispered, "Thank you Julie. I accept your love, as I give you mine. I love you Julie."

"Oh god Tommy. I love you too, and willingly give my love to you and accept yours."

While saying that to me my cock pushed against her soaking outer labia which gave no resistance at all allowing my knob to press itself into her entrance. She got a look of anticipation and complete concentration on her face as I began to push. She was feeling all of the new sensations, and then she accepted me.

Slowly sliding into her slick, velvet tunnel, she held me tightly. Raising her face to kiss me, she put her hands firmly on my ass pulling me into her.

It seemed like I was buried into her in no time at all, but she had controlled the speed so I wasn't unhappy. She didn't show any sign of undue discomfort, though there were a couple pushes that caused her to wince nearly imperceptively. Wiggling her ass just a little, she smiled giving me another soft groan. Once I was balls deep inside her I stopped and made sure I rubbed my pubic bone against her clit enough to ensure another slow trip through "O" world.

Her orgasm was loud and active. She was like a bucking horse and I was holding on for dear life. Those long legs were just wrapping, unwrapping, and flailing around until she suddenly went totally stiff and her twitches came hard with powerful grunts followed by a long loud moan. It didn't take long for her body to collapse, but the twitching and shaking continued for quite a while. I just held her in my arms waiting for her to recover.

When she opened her eyes and saw me looking down at her with a smile, she just grinned. Our faces met for passionate kisses, hers letting me know how much she loved what I was doing and mine letting her know that she was a great lover. And she is! Somewhere during the kisses she realized that I was still buried deeply inside of her and was still very hard.

"You're hard again?" she asked softly.

"Still," I said with a smile.

"You didn't come in me?" she asked. I could see on her face that she was afraid she hadn't done something right which is why I didn't come in her yet.

"It was very hard not to sweetie, but I managed to hold it off. I probably won't make it through your next orgasm though. You have a fantastic pussy and the muscles are incredible."

She smiled at me and said softly, "It's the first time they've ever been used, so I'm glad to hear they're working right."

"Oh yeah. They're working just fine. How are you doing?"

"I'm wonderful. For me, this has been a most beautiful experience. It is even better than I've ever dreamed. I've been dreaming about this night since my hormones began to flow," she said with a grin. "It's better than I could have ever conjured in my fantasies."

I started to slowly piston in and out of her, pulling it almost all the way out then slowly pushing it all the way back in making sure that when it went all the way in that I pushed against her clit. We developed a good, steady rhythm, and she was a very active participant in her next excursion to orgasmic delight. This time, as predicted, I couldn't hold back. While I was blasting into her, she screamed out and loudly moaned, falling over the edge, sliding once again into the mystical valley.

We held each other closely while recovering. We whispered sweet love at each other while exchanging many pecking kisses placed all over. We rubbed noses causing her to giggle a little but she said it was really sexy.

She took a deep breath and let out a heavy sigh saying, "I don't want this to be over Tom, but I'm so tired I'm about to fall asleep on you."

"Julie, this won't be the last time we do this. You should talk to Dee and see what she thinks about you coming to do this with some regularity as long as you want to. I expect that you will find a man to love at some point, but now you know how he should treat you, at least in bed. We haven't even done all the things we could. Maybe next time," I said with a smile.

"I'd really like that. I think Dee will be agreeable, and I don't intend to take advantage, though I will have to say, if you did this to me every night, I'd be one happy assed woman."

We chuckled, but I wanted her to know, "You are a very passionate lover Julie. Quite honestly, I hope you'll stay tomorrow night if you're not too sore from tonight. You're liable to be a bit sore in the morning since this was your first intrusion."

"I can feel a little now, but I want you in me again before we get out of bed in the morning. I love the feeling of you coming in me. I never imagined it would be that good. And that's what makes babies. I'm going to love making babies some day."

Shocked that it hadn't occurred to me I said, "That's my absolute bad, sweetie. I neglected to ensure that you were protected. I seem to remember Dee mentioning you were on the pill, but that's no excuse for me not asking to verify."

"Don't worry about it Tom. I'm on the six-month injection, and it's got 4 months to run. We're fine, though I appreciate the sentiment!"

"Well I feel terrible about it," I said as I reached up to turn out the lights.

We held each other in a loving embrace while we both dropped off to sleep. But before slumber land became totally clear I made sure to whisper to her, "I love you very much Julie."

"I love you too Tom." Then I heard a small giggle, "We'll continue in the morning, hopefully right where we left off."

Very soon all that could be heard in the room was the contended heavy breathing of sleep.



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Chapter 12: Tara comes Home - One More Trip!


After another 10 months Dee and I made the trek to the airport once again to pick Tara up from her latest trip. She would only have one more departure before she would be here permanently with us. Dee was beside herself.

When Tara exited this time there was a very pretty woman at her side. Dee looked at me and I just shrugged my shoulders and gave the, "How the hell should I know?" look. We'd just have to wait and find out now wouldn't we?

As Tara approached, Dee ran up to meet her; I'd have to say with a lot less exuberance than the last time, but probably only because of the "stranger". Tara hugged her tightly and you could tell that the kiss was passionate. The other woman just patiently waited for Tara and Dee's greeting to wind down.

I could see a short conversation and Dee shook hands with the other woman, then reached up and hugged her. Ok, Dee's like that.

Familiarity, works for me. I guess it was my turn next.

With big smiles all three of the women turned and began to walk in my direction. The "stranger" had a pull case behind her and honestly was quite an elegant presence. She was tall, slim, but not skinny. Very nicely built, in other words didn't have DD's, and a gorgeous ass. She was nicely dressed in a moderate skirt and white blouse that was obviously a tailored fit. Her natural blond hair was put up so it was difficult to tell how long it was.

Tara jumped to give me a strong hug and a very passionate kiss when they got in range. She whispered, "It is sooooo good to see you Tom." Then added with a huge grin, "I hope you're ready for one horny monster tonight."

Then with a smile she turned and introduced her friend. "Tom, this is my friend Julianne."

I nodded and looked into her beautiful blue eyes, and let her know it was a pleasure to meet her. Her smile was disarming and her handshake very firm. I like that in anyone. A good strong handshake is indicative of self-confidence.

She smiled and said that the pleasure was all hers.

Tara went on to explain that Julianne was the cabin attendant on some of her flights back and forth, but that this flight she'd been able to deadhead back with Tara. It was apparent that there was a caring relationship between the two women; you could see it in the way they looked at each other.

Tara asked if it would be ok for Julianne to spend a couple weeks with us at the house. Like I was going to turn down a beautiful woman who wanted to stay in my home? It was no issue with me and it certainly wasn't any issue with Dee. She seemed a little enamored with the beautiful blond woman. This might be interesting.

We headed for baggage claim looking for the turnstile where we might find Tara and Julianne's luggage. Miraculously it was all accounted for so with luggage in hand, we headed out to the beast to load up and head toward the house. There was friendly chatter on the trip, but I tried to stay out for now.

When we got to the house and moved all the baggage into rooms, all of it went into Tara's room. She gave me a shy look, but I could tell that Julianne and Tara were familiar with each other in more than a "friendly" way. No big issue for me. I had wondered what was going to happen when Tara wanted to occupy my bed that night, but I guess I should have already figured that one out.

Since nobody felt like cooking or going out, I called for some Thai delivery and let him or her know there was no big rush. I've eaten there for many years and the owner just asked what time I'd like to have it delivered. I let him know and with food settled, I joined the ladies in the living room.

Dee had already made drinks for everyone and they were just sitting talking when I arrived. They looked over at me when I approached. Dee patted the couch next to her to point me to my sit down space and I noted that it was next to Julianne. So I was in a Dee and Julianne sandwich. It made me kind of wonder given the conversation with Tara at the airport, but we'll see how things play out. I'm not only fairly easy; I can be had.

In the time before the food arrived we'd put away about two drinks apiece, and things were very relaxed. When the ring of the bell came, I got up to answer and Dee dragged everyone into the kitchen and passed out plates and chopsticks. Julianne looked at her with a raised eyebrow causing Dee to chuckle.

"No chopsticks?" she directed to Julianne.

"Well, not usually Dee, but I'm willing if someone will teach me."

Dee chuckled and said that I had taught both her and Tara, so it was probably best if I taught her as well. Julianne smiled at the prospect, and Dee could read the ulterior motive, but having talked to Tara already, had no ill will. It would give Dee and Tara time alone to reacquaint and reinforce their love. I had no clue what was going on, but I was out paying Mr. Tran for the delivery.

When I got to the table with the bags of goodies, it was apparent that Dee and Tara had set themselves on one side and that I would be sitting next to Julianne. Dee let me know that I would need to teach her how to use the chopsticks because she hadn't successfully used them previously.

No problem, chopsticks are pretty easy once you get the idea, and she picked it up in no time. Dee, having learned her lesson with Julie, was beginning my familiarization with Julianne. She knew Tara was going to be occupying me for the first couple nights and that she and I would take care of the next few, but it was very obvious to me that Dee wanted me to be sleeping with Julianne at some point in her visit.

Oh hurt me, hurt me. Well, thinking about it, she just might do that, but what a way to go. So having the "game" figured out, I set about getting to know our guest a little better. Tara later let me know that she'd told Julianne about my thing for having feelings for a woman and that actually turned her on. Like most women she was used to a guy just wanting a quick fuck and "see ya later". Tara let Julianne know that I didn't play that way, and that even when it happened, she'd have to steer me the first time through. When asked, Tara had told her that I wouldn't be groping and grabbing just because she was naked in the same room. True statement, it's not my style.

We made short work of all the Thai food that had been delivered. I had ordered a whole bunch extra, but between all of us, we polished off most of it. I'm glad I'd ordered big.

Julianne was a closet expert with the chopsticks; she'd mastered them in no time. We made small talk and general conversation while we were eating, but I could tell from the directions that Dee and Tara were moving things that some kind of "sex talk" would be coming to the table.

Left alone for a time Julianne and I had an opportunity to chat. Turns out she's 25 and has been working for the airline for about 4 years. She was assigned to first class all the time now, and bid the route that Tara traveled almost exclusively. I asked her about hers and Tara's relationship which caused her to blush a little before I told her that it was no big deal to anyone she would run into here. She's bi, which was fairly apparent, and preferred men, but couldn't find one that was worth a shit, so stuck to girls for now. But at least she was looking! Unlike Tara, this knockout would find a man sooner or later if only because she was actively looking. I would make sure to add some "vetting" criteria to her list.

We laughed because she knows she can't have me because I'm already taken, but she's happy to get to know me. There are certain things that she won't hear about, at least not from me. If she hears them elsewhere I'll probably have to explain, but I'm not too concerned about that.

The day wound down very quickly, or so it seemed, when Tara and Dee returned to the room with flushed faces and wry grins. Gee. I wonder what they've been up to. Julianne and I looked at each other and had a hard time suppressing our laughter.

Tara came over and sat in my lap while Dee sat next to Julianne. When she sat she made sure that she straddled my boner, and gave me a couple kisses.

Imagine my surprise? I figured I'd give her a little shit just for fun, but included Dee as well because when I whispered to Tara it was fairly loud.

I whispered, "So I'm only good for sloppy seconds now?"

I thought she was going to leave a pile of shit in my lap she jerked her head around so quickly. She was very red, and when I looked at Dee she was scarlet as well. I think it shocked Julianne a bit too, but hey that's part of what fun is all about.

"Tom," she gasped.

"Yes my dear?" I replied innocently.

"I don't believe you said that," she whispered chagrined.

"Well, it's true," I said.

Then I whispered very softly so nobody else could hear, "I can taste others in your kisses." Then looked directly into her eyes with a chuckle, "Not that I mind the taste, it's just a lot better directly from the source."

It was all I could do to keep from breaking out in laughter at the look on her face. I could see the "Ohmigod, you're kidding" in her eyes.

I shook my head at her look, and with a panicked look hopped up and told Dee to come with her. Dee popped up and with a questioning look and followed Tara. I knew what they were going to do and just chuckled. Julianne had no clue, I guessed from the look she gave me.

I looked at her for a moment and decided I could share the joke so I said, "They forgot to brush their teeth and wash their faces."

She looked at me questioning for an instant then the light bulb went on and she just started to roll with laughter. She leaned into me and grabbed my arm to steady herself.

Our eyes met in our mirth and both leaned into each other at the same time to give the other a kiss. It wasn't a "fuck me" kiss, but it had some honest passion in it, from both sides. When it was finished, we both looked at each other with wide eyes that said to the other, "I don't believe we just did that."

She giggled in a passable British accent, "I liked that. Please sir, may I have another?"

"By all means," I replied moving my lips to hers. The second kiss had even more passion in it. She was hungry, but knew it wasn't the right time. It wasn't going to be long though, I could feel that in my bones already. Of course, that one too.

Tara and Dee sheepishly returned both smelling of toothpaste. Julianne and I looked at each other with a knowing grin, and then looked at the two of them. I put my arms up to invite Tara back into my lap, and Julianne patted the seat next to her for Dee.

If it had just been me I wouldn't have said a word, but with Julianne there it wasn't cool to have pussy breath, though now that I think about it, Julianne would have recognized Tara in Dee's kisses. At any rate, in the end Tara and I headed to the master, and with Julianne in tow, Dee headed for Tara's room.

When we got to the room and closed the door, Tara looked at me very apologetically, "I'm sorry Tom. I didn't mean to be that obvious. Julianne knows about my sexual "habits", and understands yours and Dee's as well. I'm sure she will enjoy Dee very much tonight." Then with a chuckle, "I'm sure Dee will enjoy Juli very much too!"

We stripped our clothing and made for the shower where the usual game of grab ass groping was played professionally. I sat Tara down on the bench and gave her a royal licking before carting her off to the bed to have my way with her. And I'm sure you know she complained very loudly. NOT!

We did hear a couple "squeaks" from the other room as the two ladies pleasured each other. I'm sure that they heard a few choice moans and shouts from this room as well.

I mentioned to Tara that Julianne seemed pretty ready. Tara smiled and nodded her head and said, "I hope you will find love for her quickly sweetie. She's so horny for a cock she's ready to explode. She knows your feelings though and is more than willing to wait for you. I'm sure that even now she has some pretty warm feelings for you based on what I've told her and the conversations you've had already today.

"I like her Tara. She's a very warm passionate person. Her kisses this evening were very telling. I think I could have a lot of fun with her, maybe even tomorrow. It's really the young ones I have a problem with because you don't know what they're thinking. Julianne is a mature woman, and knows what she wants and how to ask for it without making it sound trivial."

Tara grinned knowingly. "Should I let Dee know in the morning that it's going to be her and me for the next couple days? Julianne's only here for a couple weeks, so you might want to take good advantage if you like what she does to you."

I looked at her with a wry grin but nodded my head. "I can spend tomorrow with her, and if she wants to continue, the next couple as well. She's a very attractive woman Tara as I'm sure you know."

Tara giggled and said, "She's also very good in bed Tom. Don't be afraid to ask for anything you like because she knows all she needs to do is ask you for the same."

It sounded like the next couple days were going to be very interesting.

This first night with Tara set the precedent for the rest of this visit. It sounded like she and Dee had already figured out the scheduling along with the planned activities.

Was I informed or asked for my input?

Nope. I knew that whatever they had planned was going to be fun, so it wasn't a big deal to me. Besides, I could always adjust the plan on the fly, which is something I did regularly.

When our eyes opened in the morning Tara was ready for another round. My morning woody was rearin' to go, so after a few preliminaries, I explored her depths much to her joy. Once she'd had a few visits to the valley, I left more seeds in her garden, but they weren't going to grow this time, maybe some day, but not now.

We bounced out of bed and made it to the shower to get cleaned up a little, so we would at least be somewhat presentable when we got to the kitchen. There was a good game of grab ass, and some grope and poke, but for the most part we were "poked out" by then. Ah, the life, clean, dry, dressed and onward to coffee.

When we got downstairs it was quiet and empty, so it turned out that we were the first to venture out. I started the coffee while Tara began to prepare for food, eggs, sausage, bacon, hash browns and orange juice. Once the coffee was brewing, I helped Tara with the prep and by the time we had everything ready to cook the coffee was hot and ready to supply the body with appropriate levels of caffeine.

We poured a couple cups and sat at the table for a minute talking about what she had been up to the last 10 months and how the plans for retirement were progressing. She was looking forward to the next trip being over since it was going to be her last, at least for now.

She wasn't sure how long it would be yet because everything was already running very smoothly and all she had been doing lately was monitoring to make sure things stayed at the same level. The processes she'd put in place didn't allow for degradation of quality, so her being there was pretty moot at this point.

She said they may let her come back early, but didn't know what that would cause. They knew she was retiring after this tour, so it wasn't like they were going to assign her to a new project.

While these discussions were progressing, Dee and Julianne made their appearance. Both happily energetic, they grabbed a couple cups and after pouring their coffee sat next to us at the table. By some unspoken move, Julianne ended up next to me while Dee and Tara occupied the seats across from us. Somehow Tara had signaled Dee that for the next couple days Julianne and I would be exploring each other intimately.

Dee leaned over to kiss Tara tenderly and was all smiles while sipping her mud. I could see from Dee's body language that she had thoroughly enjoyed her night with Juli. She grabbed her cup and popped up, moving to the stove to check the progress of the meats Tara and I had started. Bacon needs to be cooked very slowly, so it takes a while, but the extra time is worth it.

I joined her at the counter noting that the meat was about done; I turned up the fire under the potatoes to bring them along. The way I usually cooked, everything came together being done all at the same time. Dee always marveled at that telling me I must have been a short order cook in another lifetime. Who knows, but it just came naturally to me.

She looked over her shoulder to see if there was anyone listening, but Juli and Tara were in deep conversation so she leaned over to whisper, "You're really going to enjoy Julianne Tommy. She's really passionate."

I nodded and whispered, "I know."

Dee got a big smile and asked, "My turn tomorrow?"

"Your turn is any time you want it sweetie. You know that," I said seriously.

"I know baby, but you have others to take care of too, so I don't want you to neglect them either. I'm happy. Besides Juli's only going to be here for a couple weeks, then it'll be back to you, me and mom."

I nodded to her while starting the pan for the eggs. I flipped the hash browns, checked the bacon and just smiled at Dee. She just shook her head and took her coffee back to the table setting her cup down and grabbing the pot to refill everyone.

Five minutes later breakfast was served. We all pigged out nicely while discussing the plan for the day's activities. The girls wanted to hit the mall for some shopping, so I figured I could stay here and in the four to five hours they were gone I could bat out a half dozen or more proposals to submit. "Ka Ching"!

That was the day in a nutshell. I had eight more proposals ready to submit with the potential of saving you and me another $80 billion over the next 3 years. All that my clients had to do was push it past the greedy congressmen that would be losing some of their pocket lining.

They'd been pretty successful thus far because we made sure that the proposals were all publicized loudly showing that the monies these greedheads were continuing to spend were like taking the money and flushing it down the toilet. It's amazing what a few letter-writing campaigns can accomplish.

Now, if we could just get all the people to stop re-electing the same bankrupt crooks every election, then we may be able to make some serious progress.

I was just wrapping up the last one for the day when I heard the rustle of bags being hauled out of a car. Sure enough, in a few minutes all three women came cruising through the door with bags of goodies. I'd hoped that Dee found a couple more formal dresses. We had a couple business dinner parties to attend over the next month and she was always the hit of the party. I wanted her to continue that notoriety. It wasn't only good for me, but it was good for our clients.

Each had the obligatory bag from Victoria's Secret. That always got my curiosity running rampant. What were they going to show off next? They all tripped up to the bedrooms and deposited their bags. Dee apparently just set hers down and made her way back down to give me a hug and kiss.

She whispered to me, "Tommy, I bought Julianne something special for you. I hope you like it!"

I looked down at her grinning face and said, "I'm sure if you picked it out it will be totally scandalous."

I couldn't wait. Juli had the kind of body that just begged to be shown. If men weren't such boors, she had a lot to offer, in more ways than one! She's a beautiful woman; that I would never dispute.

By this time it was long into the afternoon and we sat around trying to decide what to do about dinner. I looked at all three of my "charges" and asked Dee if we should make an appearance at the club?

"We can, but do we have to get dressed up?" she asked. "I'm not in the mood today."

She got agreement from Tara and a questioning look from Julianne. Tara explained the club and how we seemed to get dressed up nearly formal to celebrate a special night. Tonight was going to be a special night, but nobody was in the mood to dress up.

Julianne asked Tara, "What's a 'special night'?"

With a wry smile, "It's a first night with Tom night." Then after a pause, "It's always a special night with Tom, at least it is for me."

I just quietly listened to the entire interchange while drinking my coffee. I wasn't going to get into the middle of things. It didn't matter to me if we dressed up or not, though I have to admit, I do like taking the ladies out when they're dressed to a "T" because they turn heads.

Her eyes sparkling, Julianne looked at me questioningly. I just shrugged my shoulders letting her know it was up to them.

Then to settle things at least from my end I said, "Juli, as long as you don't take it as an affront, I'm good with Dee and Tara's wishes. Personally I don't have any problem getting dressed and usually they don't either, but I totally understand reluctance. Women go through a lot of hassle to get dressed up for a 'formal occasion'."

She just looked at me strangely for a time. Then with a wry smile, "It won't insult me if nobody wants to dress. I'm not sure I understand the whole deal, but if you, Dee and Tara want to go to a 'club' and not get dressed up, I'm fine with that."

Dee added, "We can dress up another night Tommy. I'm just not up for it tonight but I want you and Julianne to feel comfortable. I know the dress up is kind of traditional, but --"

"It's not a big thing Dee," I interrupted. "If Juli is good with it, I'm not going to make it an issue! Seven thirty as usual?"

Dee and Tara looked at each other then at Julianne. Not seeing any "negatives" Tara said, "That'll work."

Dee added, "We'll dress nicely Tommy. I know 'we' have an image to uphold, but I just don't feel formal today."

I nodded to her that it wasn't a problem, and then got up to get the phone to make the reservations. It was one of Carol's nights on, so we'd be sure to get her service. All of the servers were excellent, but we had a "thing" with Carol. The "big guy" and other staffers knew that Carol and I had dated at one time and could see no ill feelings with either; in fact we we're still very close.

Reservations made, we just putzed for a bit then I went up to grab a quick power nap to be joined by Dee and Juli. Just kisses and spoons, we set the clock to get us up at about 5:30 or so. Since it wasn't a formal thing, it wouldn't take the ladies hours to get ready.

Believe me, I totally understood that they didn't want to go formal. It is a very big hassle for a woman to prepare for that kind of outing. They know that in our society, if we are doing a formal engagement that they are going to be on "display". I have to admit, that I enjoy having my women looking fantastic. It is a boost for me, as well as for them, but it's a lot of work for them to get there. I just throw on a tux, comb my hair and I'm good to go.

I don't know when, but at some point Tara climbed in with us to grab a few winks of her own, so when the clock struck 5:30 we were all rested for the evening ahead. Tara and Juli went off to Tara's room to get dressed. Dee and I jumped into a quick shower and played for a little while. She was looking forward to the evening with her mom, and thanked me for "entertaining" Julianne so they could concentrate on each other.

It wasn't a problem for me. I was looking forward to playing with Julianne, and I'm told that she was very much looking forward to playing with me.

I dressed like I usually would but without the tie. When the ladies all came down the stairs I was pleasantly surprised to see them all in very nice not-formal dresses. The way they were looking at each other, I suspected there was something underlying that was to be a later surprise. I wasn't far off base.

We took the monster out and as we pulled into the lot I cringed when I saw the two "valets". Neither had scratched a car yet, but I'd seen them work. It really wasn't pretty. They knew who I was, so when the four of us got out, they very carefully took the beast to my private parking spot in the valet lot.

I dropped an appropriate tip in the fishbowl, noting they hadn't raced the thing into the lot. I was sure Jim was going to be on when we left, so I'd be a lot less nervous.

The three of them turned heads as usual. I heard the sounds of ribs being elbowed, some pain being acknowledged, and saw the dirty looks from some of the other patrons.

I laughed.

They all knew me, so it wasn't like nobody had seen Dee and Tara before, but Julianne was new, and she was really looking great! She'd let her hair fall naturally instead of being up like for work. Those blond locks were long and very wavy, giving her a wild woman look. She had it partly held back in a very loose scrunchie that she would pull out later.

We had our usual drinks, excellent meal and of course great service from Carol. I had to ask her who the bar bouncer was that evening because Dee looked more her real age than usual, and there was no way she'd pass the scrutiny of a couple of the fellows that worked there. Hey. I'm not saying they're wrong, it's what they were hired to do, so my slipping Dee by is only because they know me. I got lucky that night though. Carol told me that the regular had called off sick, and that she and Charlie were keeping an eye on things now that she was moving over to the bar.

With that, we all stood up and made our way to the bar taking a booth in the back as usual. Charlie saw the four of us come in and Carol had already queried Julianne on her libation of choice, so as we sat, our drinks were placed in front of us.

Julianne looked at me and then at Dee with a questioning look. Dee leaned over and whispered something in her ear causing her to chuckle. As is her usual habit, Dee milked the drink all night as did I. Apparently Tara had passed that on to Juli because she milked hers all evening as well.

Julianne and I danced quite a bit, though I also danced with Dee and Tara. It was an evening for Juli, so she got the bulk of the attention. Dee and Tara were paired off to themselves, so it was apparent to Juli that she and I were the "couple" tonight. Neither of us had any compunction with that situation. It had been set up purposely and everyone at the table knew it. I certainly wasn't about to complain!

We danced the night away and about midnight decided we had better head on back to the barn. Carol called out to Jim so by the time we'd "paid" our tab, and made our way out, the beast was there, running and ready for us to make our way on down the road. As usual I palmed Jim his tip and as usual he just stuck it into his pocket without looking at it. He knew it would be more than adequate considering. I was going to have to talk to him soon about the work on the RSR's; the first one was almost finished. We enjoyed each other's company, even more so when we were working on a car.

Once parked in the garage, the ladies went up the stairs into the kitchen and hollered down that they were going to go up and change into something comfy. Please make us all some drinks. Ok. I can do that.

Comfy? Right. Like I don't have any idea what that will entail having seen multiple Victoria's Secret bags come into the house earlier in the day.

Was I complaining? Nope, not me! I just made the drinks and waited to see what this evening was going to present.

I heard a lot of laughter and giggling as things upstairs progressed. I'd popped on Craig Ferguson, and had some laughs before the ladies sauntered down the stairs. They were all wearing nice robes, and Julianne was in one of my Japanese silk models. As usual, they were hiding what they had underneath, but that's ok. It actually made it much sexier.

Dee and Tara took up places on the couch close to the end where my love seat is and Julianne picked up her drink from the table, and set it on the small end table next to mine. She looked down at me sitting in my chair, and asked softly, "May I join you?"

I held my arms out in invitation and replied, "By all means Juli. Please, be my guest."

She brought up one of those killer smiles and moved slowly and gently to sit in my lap. I suppose I could have made room for her to sit next to me, but it was more fun to have her on my lap. Ya think?

I wrapped one arm around her back when she sat, and she wrapped one arm around my shoulders and leaned in towards me. She was tall enough that when she sat on my lap our faces were pretty much at the same level, unlike Dee and Tara who had their faces in my chest given the same position. It was a little awkward at first, but we managed.

She turned and moved her lips to mine giving me one of those passion kisses she'd given me the night before. I looked into half shut smoky eyes when the kiss was finished, and had to lean in for another. We kissed a few times, then moved to pay attention to what was going on in the room.

Tara and Dee were both watching with smiles. They were holding hands and caressing each other tenderly. I'm sure it was going to be an "early night" for the two of them. We all watched a little of the "Late Late Show" and got some good chuckles. It was hard not to laugh at Craig Ferguson's show. He had Lauren Graham on tonight and those two together are absolutely hilarious. Doesn't hurt I was madly in lust with Lauren Graham. What a fox!

When the kitty came on Dee and Tara picked up their drinks and stood up, obviously leaving us to our own vices. Each, in turn, came over and kissed us both telling us they'd see us in the morning, or whenever.

While they were making their way up the stairs, I hit the off button on the remote then leaned in to give Juli a warm kiss. If mine was inviting, hers was saying, "Yes" without hesitation. We looked into each other's eyes, and both of us chuckled at the same time, probably about the same picture of Dee and Tara setting us up.

"I can't believe Tara," she said with a grin. "Or Dee for that matter. Tara told me about you and Dee's relationship and it is amazing to me."

"Amazing to you? How do you think I feel," I asked. "Sometimes I think she's crazy, but our love is so strong and intense, that she has no issues with sharing me with friends. Talk about a man's fantasy coming true!"

We both laughed at that, and after another long, soft, sexy kiss we decided that it wasn't serving any purpose to sit in an almost dark living room chair, when there was a very comfortable bed waiting for us. We wrapped things up, grabbed our drinks, and made it up the stairs to the master. She was not hesitant in any way. She was full of self confidence but was not over bearing with it. She walked over to one of the bedside shelves, put her drink down, and turned to look at me. She knew what she wanted, and where she was going to find it.

She had a lecherous grin on her face as she reached for the tie on the robe she was wearing. I stopped undressing and held my breath waiting. She turned away from me, and as the robe opened she slid it slowly off her shoulders showing me the back of the lingerie she was wearing. She looked over her shoulder at me with a huge smile and turned slowly displaying the most sheer baby doll top that could possibly be available. She may as well have need completely naked. It was baby blue, which matched her eyes masterfully. Her breasts were held softly in the fabric showing me her tight pink nipples, and perfect size proportional to the rest of her body. They were a little smaller than I'd guessed at first, probably smallish "C's". "Very nice." I thought to myself with a smile.

She giggled at me, "I see it passes the boner test. I was going to ask if you liked it, but I already have my answer."

"Holy moly Julianne, you look fantastic. Oh my."

She smiled brightly, and untied the string that was holding it together and on, letting it drop to the floor. She hadn't been wearing any panties, so when the top dropped she was as naked as the day she was born. She put her arms out and turned a little one way and then a little the other showing me her assets.

"You are a very beautiful woman Juli," I said as she approached me slowly.

She stopped about a foot in front of me and with her eyes told me to finish dropping my shorts. I promptly complied bringing out a fantastic smile. "You are everything that Tara described Tom. I'm very thankful that you will invite me to your bed."

"Without hesitation my dear," I whispered. Then reaching for one of her hands asked, "Would you care to join me in a shower?"

She nodded without any hesitation, grinning widely. She'd obviously been briefed. It kind of takes the spontaneity out of it, but there were surprises to come. Uh huh, another pun on purpose!

She took my hand when I offered, and we made our way to the shower room. I pushed the appropriate buttons to turn the water on and set the temperature. I asked Juli, "How do you like your water?"

"Not cold, but anything above that is ok," she chuckled.

I set the water temp and while we waited she stepped up and put her arms around my neck looking into my eyes. We kissed a couple times very passionately. I could feel her stiff breasts poking into my chest and I'm sure she felt the hard pole poking between her legs.

"I'm really looking forward to this evening Tom. I know it's a little quick for the usual things to build, but I'm awfully happy that you made an exception."

"I really didn't make much of an exception Juli," I said to her looking right into her dancing blue eyes. "You are an exceptional woman and the feelings I want or need to have for a person came very easily."

She smiled warmly, "I'm glad I was able to do that with you. I feel like I've known you for ages, but it's because Tara has told me almost everything about you."

"That could be dangerous," I laughed. "Tara has seen the extreme dark side of Tom, as well as the side most everyone sees."

She gave me an interesting look saying, "I have a hard time believing there is a dark side of you, both from what I've seen and heard."

"Oh trust me, its there. I just keep it well hidden until I need it."

We moved to the water and started to soak down. She said, "I don't think you'll need it tonight sweetie. I can't tell you how much I'm wanting all of this."

I smiled at her and nodded. I grabbed the soap, soaped up my hands, and began to wash her down. As is my usual habit I avoided her breasts and her mons for the first go around. She stood holding my shoulders while I made my way up one side and down the other. I stood up, looked at her bright eyes, and kissed her very lovingly.

She began to soap her hands and washed me down avoiding my cock and balls, but being as thorough as I was with her. When she was done, she stood up and with those sparkling eyes telling me it was "game on", she kissed me softly moaning when our bodies pressed into each other. I reveled in the feel of her skin on mine.

I took the soap again, and began to do a second wash on parts. The parts I had neglected to get to the last time past. She moaned loudly when my hands gently squeezed each breast. I firmly tweaked each nipple feeling it harden instantly in my hands. She put her arms around my neck again, but loosely so that I could continue to reach her luscious mounds. She put her lips against mine kissing me firmly, moaning into my mouth each time I tweaked a nipple.

I moved my lips from hers to her breasts while my hands continued their journey south. Her hands came up behind my head holding me to her breasts while her body began to shake. I moved my hands further down sliding one between her legs cupping her dripping vulva and pushing my palm against the hard button I could feel trying to escape.

As soon as my hand hit her clit, she nearly collapsed on me. Her body stiffened, and then relaxed completely, shaking uncontrollably with an occasional twitch in spasm. I wrapped my arms around her and leaned her back to sit on the bench. I kneeled in front of her holding her tightly comforting and whispering sweet things to her. She recovered rather quickly, and when she opened her eyes, looked at me and gasped, "Wow!"

I smiled up at her noting that her hands had come back to behind my head again, and that her breathing was almost normal. That being the case, I leaned my head in to take one of her nipples in my mouth again, flicking it with my tongue and sucking gently with my lips. I moved between each, ensuring that both got equal time, before I moved down to her sides and along her belly. I made a couple rounds of her belly button, circling the small diamond post piercing the flesh.

My mouth made its way to her mons, noting the baby soft, baby smooth skin allowing me unfettered access to the top of her keyhole where just below the guard was dutifully waiting. When my tongue ran up the outside of her vulva her legs shot open giving me more space than I needed, but allowed me to lick some other tender areas. When I got to the top there was a hard little button sticking its head out looking for some attention. Far be it for me to deny that attention.

Her moans got increasingly louder the more I teased her clit. With her legs so far apart, I licked parts of her inner thighs up to that place where the thigh meets the outer labia. I slid my tongue very lightly up through that area on both sides of her pussy, making sure that I did a soft travel around the nubbin demanding so much attention. I brought her up a few times and just as she was about to fall over the edge, I backed off just a little allowing the immediate release to reset.

After the second time I heard the frustration in her moans and the immediacy that was in her hands pushing my face into her pussy firmly. I let her slowly build up the third go around, and when I felt her approaching the edge, I gave her a hearty shove by putting my mouth over her clit and while sucking on it, flicked my tongue vigorously causing the flood of sensation to overwhelm her. With a hollered gasp, and a very loud moan she leapt over the edge, her body going in all different directions at once. The spasms running through her torso were almost painful to watch.

"Uhhg ... Uhhg ... Uhhg ... Ahhhhhh, Shiit!" she gasped over and over again. Her entire body was shaking and once it relaxed from its forced arch, it was continuing to spasm and lurch in time with her heartbeat. I moved her down to the floor with me sitting her between my legs as I leaned my back against the wall. I held her lovingly, kissing her neck and shoulders while letting her know that I was still there and loving her.

It took some time before she completely recovered from the massive orgasm she'd had. She was shocked at the intensity, but was humming while her breath was trying to return to normal. It was definitely a hum and not a purr, but who's to argue?

Once she had returned to some semblance of normal, I stood and gave her my hands to pull her back up. The water was still running and still on the hot side of warm - I have 2 tankless demand heaters in series to maintain the high pressure I like - so we stood under the water to make sure the soap was gone. She made a pass at washing my balls and my stiff dick, but we just rinsed and moved along.

I passed her a very large, very soft towel and took one myself to dry her gently. She just stood motionless "humming" as the towel dried her body. She returned the favor and being dry we headed into the bedroom after a few minutes with the hair dryer. I pulled the sheets and blanket down moving some pillows to a middle spot then turned to look at her. Her eyes showed hunger. Pure and simple, hunger.

She moved slowly to me, putting her arms around me tightly. We kissed passionately before she turned and sat on the edge of the bed. She took my cock in her hands and kissed the bulb at the end giving it a quick lick. She put her mouth around the whole thing and began to suck and lick. Her eyes never left mine while she was ensuring that my member was rock stiff. Looking up at me with a smile, she pushed herself back to the middle of the bed and rotated to put her head on the pillows that I'd set in place.

She laid back and adjusted herself, then looking at me, put her arms up in invitation for me to come mount up. I didn't need a double invite!

She pulled me to her and when our lips met began an earnest game of tag. When we broke the kiss she held my face right at hers, telling me with a huge grin, "I'm hot Tom, you need to put the meat in so I don't burn."

I laughed then moved myself between her open legs, looking down at a most scrumptious pussy. I leaned over and kissed her vulva softly, then moved into position to enter her inner sanctuary. When she felt my stiffness push against her outer lips, her look changed to one of desperate desire. She groaned as those gorgeous lips parted and allowed me to push gently at her entrance.

She whispered to me, "Fuck me Tom. Please give it to me fast and hard this first time. It's been so long."

I pushed my cock into her gently but in one motion. If it had been a long time, the last thing I wanted to do is go blasting in causing a painful stretch. I moved in her slowly but deeply for a short time while I felt the muscles in her vagina relax just a little, then looking at her beautiful eyes said, "Ok sweetie. Here it comes, as requested. Hard and fast." I got a hearty nod and a big smile when I slammed my cock into her pushing hard against her clit and causing her breasts to bounce seductively. I pulled out quickly and slammed it in again.

I fucked her like that for about five minutes bringing her to two small orgasms, then felt a building monster. I changed up technique just a little, moving side to side a little each time I slammed it into her. Her arms reached up and held my arms while her hips shot up to meet my every down stroke. The wanton look in her eyes was an incredible turn on. I took the challenge of trying to grab a nipple with my lips as I bounced her tits up and down vigorously.

The closer she got, the more muscle action I could feel inside her pussy. With a sudden loud grunt and a long drawn out moan, her body arched up stiffly to me and I could feel those spasms in her body once again while she crashed over the edge finding herself speeding into the magical valley of "O" once again, this time in a big way.

I slowed my thrusts and then just stopped altogether buried as deep inside of her as I could get. I held off my climax for this one, but knew the next visit she took was going to cause my explosion.

We lay there in each other's arms while I kissed her softly all over her face, neck and shoulders. The butterfly kisses on her eyes, caused them to open showing me irises so dilated the blue was nearly gone. She smiled at me weakly, and whispered to me chopping, "I needed that so bad. Oh god Tom, thank you for just fucking me like I needed."

I smiled at her, put another kiss on her lips, and said, "Your wish is my command fair maiden."

She looked at me with a contented smile, and whispered, "In that case my valiant prince, make love to me. I want to know that you love me passionately, as I love you."

So that's precisely what we did. We made long, soft, tender, love to each other. No rush. Just face-to-face, sexual kissing, telling of the love we were feeling for the other and just feeling our sex. I have no idea how long we made love to each other, but it seemed like hours. She had 3 more visits to the valley, but none as massive as the one at the end of fucking.

After a long tender session, I could feel my climax bubbling into an area where I couldn't stop it again, and let her know, "Jules, I'm about to come."

"Oh yes. Oh god Tom. Please, fill me. Ohmigod, I've been waiting for this."

She wrapped her legs around me tightly pulling me as deeply in to her as possible, and wrapping her arms around me pushed her face up to mine and began kissing me in that way telling me it was "the best". I looked her in the eyes and moaned, "Ohmigod Juli here it comes." Then I blasted my seed into her waiting garden. She arched up to meet me and fell over the edge again. While her vaginal muscles were milking me for everything I was worth, she twitched against me moaning loudly while spasms enveloped her. This time, instead of humming, it was a purr. There's a distinct difference, and this was a purr.

While we both reached our peaks our eyes never left the others. There was intensity in hers that I could see, and I could feel the intensity in mine. There was also that look that this would not be the only time we experienced each other. After a short time, I reached for the remote and turned off the lights. After making gentle love again, we both drifted off to na-na land. We woke up a few hours later and after some tender touchy feely, we very softly made love again.

When we got up and went down to the kitchen Dee and Tara were already there with coffee ready and breakfast almost ready. Tara pointed us both to chairs and got up to pour us some caffeine. She looked at Julianne and began to laugh causing Juli to give her that questioning look.

Tara looked up at Dee and said, "Dee, check this out." Dee turned to look and started to chuckle as well.

"Holy shit Juli," Dee observed, "You certainly look like a well fucked woman this morning."

Blushing brightly, then looking into my eyes, "I am a well fucked woman Dee, very well fucked, thank you."

Dee looked at her with a grin and said, "Don't I know!" which caused both Tara and Juli to laugh out loud.

In the two weeks that she was with us, Julianne and I spent a lot of nights together, both alone and with company. That first time was the only time I "fucked" her. The rest of the time it was tender love, and that suites me just fine. I don't think there is anything quite as beautiful as a man and a woman that love each other demonstrating that love very tenderly, which is precisely what Julianne and I did.

But like anything else, all good things have an end. She had to go back to work, so we took her to the airport to see her off. Tara told her that she'd see her on the next flight out and back letting her know that she was welcome to visit any time. I seconded that drawing a smirk from Dee. It wasn't the last time Julianne came to visit our humble abode, but that's another story.

When we got back to the house, we grabbed some coffee and sat around the kitchen talking and the subject of my ability to eat pussy came up again. I'd hoped it had been forgotten, but I guess I should have known better with Dee.

So with a heavy sigh and a forlorn look to Tara, I told Dee to sit and get comfortable because it's a long story.



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Chapter 13: A Learning Experience - LEpt1


I knew I was going to have to tell this story at some point, so there's no time like the present. The can of worms was opened when Tara told Dee that my eating her pussy was pretty much the same, as a woman would do it.

Then the question became, "Well gosh Tom. How did you learn to do that?"

Well there's a long and a short answer, but because Dee is as inquisitive as she is, a veritable sponge for information, especially if it was pertaining to sex and how to improve the experience the short answer didn't cut the mustard.

At 17 this girl would try more things than many older women would even consider. I haven't broached the subject yet, but I don't think even Tara would suggest some of the things that Deanna has wanted to experiment with.

But she had asked the question and thankfully Tara was with us at the time because Tara had been there for part of this experience. She had come on to the scene about a year after I'd met and started, essentially living, with the other 4 girls.

Tara was very bitter and angry with men. After hearing her story, I really can't say I can blame her, but as I tried to impress on her then, she shouldn't allow one very rotten man cause her a lifetime of anguish.

First it took me some time to help her accept that it was truly anguish, and that the anger she felt was valid and acceptable. She had to know though, that if she didn't put it away, it would end up eating her alive.

She'd had a daughter with this absolute jerk before he pulled his shit, and I suppose the handwriting was already on the wall but Tara had chosen to overlook the indiscretions until it affected Deanna. Dee was 6 or 7 at the time, and it would be a little over a year before I met her as it took me that long to get Tara comfortable with seeing a man and actually introducing a man to her daughter.

But all of that comes a bit later in the explanation and I suppose when it is timely, I can rehash all of that. It may do Deanna good to go over those experiences and feelings that caused Tara to implode and become totally anti-man for a long period of time.

The three of us sat around the table with some wine and my JD so that I could relate the past to Dee.

Tara would keep me on the straight and narrow, and would actually fill in some of the blanks, or she would be able to answer some of the questions that Dee had that there is no way I could answer.

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In the beginning I was a Disk Jockey working as a fill in for numerous stations around the area. It was actually a fairly steady job because when I wasn't on the air doing someone's show I was doing spots, PSA's and the like. I was generally busy, but there was very little money in broadcasting.

There are very few Dr. Don Rose's, Wolfman Jack's or Murray the K's around that make the big money. It was generally nearly a minimum wage situation so I had some side jobs to make the ends meet each other.

One thing I tried was stand up comedy and found that to be an extremely humbling experience. You get humble really quickly when you get up in front of an audience, do your best stuff and they sit there and look at you like you're speaking a different language. Not even any hecklers.

So I did that for a time, but my big payday came from working as a DJ in some of the local clubs. I actually had a partner at the time, but he's really not central to the story so I'll pretty much leave him out with the exception to mention that while I was dancing he was spinning the records and yes, in those days we spun records. We were paid a fee and got tips from the patrons, which we split 50/50. A good night of tips was more than 2 months wages and we had very few "bad nights." We were both happy.

One of the best clubs we worked was the Bay club, which was a gay grille, bar and dance house.

When we took the job it was understood that we were both straight and wouldn't particularly appreciate advances from the male clientele which turned out to be no problem at all – not once were we ever propositioned by any of the gay men that frequented the club. It was also posted and announced that the "Disk Jockeys are straight, so let them play the music."

This isn't to say that conversations with gay men weren't the norm. We talked all the time, and quite honestly it was extremely interesting. Their sex lives were never topics of conversation and neither was mine, so it worked out just fine.

I think, no I know, there would be a lot of people very shocked to know who around them were gay. I get chuckles out of it all the time, but then, I'm straight, very comfortable with my masculinity so a gay man working in my midst doesn't bother me in any way.

They're everywhere people and like you and I, what goes on in their bedrooms is nobody's fucking business but theirs. Deal with it!

It actually worked quite well for a bunch of years. I'm not sure why, but they paid incredibly well. Perhaps it was the fact we were professionals and it was difficult to get pro's to work in a gay venue, at least in those days.

Both Rod and I have joked for years that somewhere in the deep, dark, dank archives in the basement at FBI headquarters there is a file that says we frequent gay bars. Don't even get me going on that hypocrisy!

I have to say that I met and danced with some of the most beautiful women it's been my pleasure to know. It really made no difference to me that they were gay. I wasn't there for pussy, I was there to work and actually the dancing was part of the work.

I had danced with Marie a lot of times over a few months, but occasionally she would be there entertaining another very pretty woman who I learned a little later was Lisa, her SO.

Let me describe them before I continue on to Carol and Sheryl.

Marie was an incredibly sexy woman. Medium brown hair with natural red highlights, straight and long, well past shoulder length, fluorescent green eyes that could melt metal they were so hot. She had a perfect complexion and a models face. Her breasts were what I'd consider perfect. Small, B-cup and so firm they couldn't sag if they wanted to. Beautiful female hips at the top of two perfectly shaped legs, which I was to find out later had between them a most delectable shaved pussy. Tight lips, medium clit that was incredibly sensitive and could send her off the edge to orgasm in the beat of a heart.

To finish it off, Marie was about 5'6" and probably not more than 110lbs, and on the dance floor she moved so gracefully I couldn't believe she wasn't a professional dancer. I was also to find out later that Marie was a bi-sexual woman who preferred girls because "Men are such assholes".

Lisa on the other hand was 100% lesbian. A male had never touched her, at least in a way that would be overtly sexual. She had known she was gay since she was about 12 or 13 years old, so she'd never dated or hung around with guys at all. As happens in the gay community, she found other girls her age that were searching for their sexuality and didn't particularly care for the BS that guys usually spewed – especially at that age. Kids are cruel. The guys all the way through High School had called Lisa every name in the book because she "wouldn't put out" like a bunch of the other girls.

Lisa was also a very pretty woman, not to Marie's level, but still very nice looking. She was probably 5'3" with dirty blonde hair and deep brown eyes. Her tits were a bit large for my preference at about a D-cup, but like Marie they were extremely firm and would bounce nicely, but I never detected any sag whatsoever. Lisa was one of those ladies that had short legs and a long torso, but it really didn't take away from her inherent beauty.

As a typical guy, I could only think to myself, "What a waste of good pussy." I never once said it out loud while I was hanging out with the girls because I knew that was one of those things that guys said or did that was a total turn-off.

Crazy, I am. Stupid, I'm not!

There were a few nights that Lisa was with Marie at the club where Marie would knock on the door to the studio and ask me if I wanted to dance for a while. I'd always say yes, and my partner would take over spinning records while I was "Schmoozing". After a couple times Marie, holding my hand would "drag" me over to the table where Lisa was waiting for her "girlfriend" to introduce me.

Lisa was pretty cold in the beginning, and knowing her now, I can totally understand that. I was interfering in her plans with Marie, but it was unbeknownst to me at the time.

After a few more times, Lisa warmed a bit, as she was the one that went home with Marie and not me, so I guess I became less of a threat. At least until Marie invited me over to their house after the club closed.

I didn't know it at the time, but it was going to be a regular invitation, if not from Marie directly it would be Carol or Sheryl. Lisa only asked me over to the house on a couple occasions, which was a total shock to me, but by that time I was really living there. I'll get more into that situation later in the story.

Over the few months that I'd hung out with Marie at the club we had chatted and talked about "Life, the Universe, and Everything". I had learned a lot about her and she had gotten to know me better and had found me to be a warm, philosophical, understanding, nonjudgmental guy and in her life experience to then, those were rare qualities in guys. Made me wonder what kind of guys she'd been hanging out with.

But even though she preferred girls, she started slowly caressing me lightly, then would peck at my lips, nose and ears until one night she laid a full mouth, tongue tag kiss on me at the club. I was totally shocked. She had also dropped one hand to my thigh and was moving it slowly in search of something.

I guess she found what she was looking for because her eyes got bright; she let out a small gasp, and smiled at me with a very sensual look.

I was about to fall off the chair, when she whispered into my ear that she'd like me to come home with her.

Holy shit. This gay woman was inviting me to her house. I'm not sure how I was going to handle that, but I certainly wasn't going to say no. But I did ask her about Lisa, and how that would wash with her.

Marie told me that Lisa was gone for a few weeks helping her family in Nebraska or some "bum-fuck" place like that.

I thought to myself that it was pretty judgmental to make a comment like that, but I guess that's where Lisa was from and that's what Marie had heard constantly. I think Nebraska is beautiful, at least parts of it.

I had visions of sugarplums dancing through my head and wondered where this was leading. As I mentioned earlier, Marie was drop-dead gorgeous, and I could get a boner thinking about her, imagining her naked even though she preferred girls. Hey, I'm a guy.

When the club closed that night, since I didn't have any closing responsibilities other than making sure that the studio was locked, I met Marie just outside the door and we decided that she would drive over and I'd leave my truck at the club. I would have been happy to follow her over, but she just said that she'd drive. No big thing for me! We changed our minds though and I drove myself.

Their house was not that far away from the club and in a very wooded area that was on the route to mountain resorts further up the road.

It was a really nice house, four extremely large bedrooms, 3 bathroom ranch style exterior and interior. It was totally obvious that women inhabited it. Since the house isn't germane to the story I'll just leave it at that.

We went into the front door, which wasn't locked, and on to the living room area. Much to my surprise, only because it had never been mentioned previously, there were two very pretty women sitting on one of the couches watching whatever it was on the TV. I noted that they were holding hands and could only figure they were roommates that Marie hadn't mentioned for whatever reason.

Marie quickly introduced me to the two ladies as Carol and Sheryl. They were cordial but I could tell they thought it a bit strange that Marie was bringing a man home, but not strange enough to make a comment or ask.

Since the living room was already occupied we continued down a hall towards the back of the house and entered a room, which could only have been the master bedroom.

Marie told me to have a seat, so I sat in a chair at a desk not wanting to assume that she wanted me to sit on the bed.

She looked at me with a warm smile and disappeared into the master bathroom telling me she'd be right out.

I just sat there wondering what the hell was going on.

I was in a very nice bedroom with a bi-sexual woman that I'd talked to in a club, but hadn't made any overt moves on. I was really more confused than anything else, but Marie was to sort it out for me in short order.

She came out of the bathroom wearing a very short silk robe, obviously worked on getting into that "proverbial" something more comfortable. She put out her hands to me and when I put mine in hers she gently pulled on them to let me know she wanted me to stand.

As I stood in front of her she looked into my eyes and it was almost like she was questioning what she was doing, but her eyes started to sparkle and she leaned up to give me a kiss. It was kind of a peck like she was testing the waters but then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me very tenderly and even more passionately.

I didn't let my hands do anything but go around her back to hold her to me. She pressed her body into mine with earnest and I felt her start to grind her mound into my very hard cock.

She began by unbuttoning my shirt slowly and sensually kissing my chest and abdomen at each button. To the quizzical look on my face, she explained that over the time we've gotten to know each other that she thought I might be the kind of man that would be different from the usual fare she'd been accustomed to meeting.

She said, "Remember Tom, I am bi-sexual. I just prefer women to men, but tonight I want a man. It's been more than 3 years since I've slept with a man, and the last one was a royal prick. He thought he was god's gift and he was going to turn this 'fag woman' straight. With that teeny weenie he couldn't make a gnat cum. But now I'm being catty," she added with a wry grin.

At that description I just shook my head and moved back just a shade to give her more room to remove my shirt and whatever else it was she wanted to do. I was all hers tonight. Little did I know?

"That's not what I want Tom. That's not what I need. What I really want and need is for you to make love to me tonight. A few times if you can," she said with a grin, "I can assure you that I am a very passionate woman, and if you manage to push the right buttons for me, I'll fuck your brains out, then invite you back for more. You'll be the first man I've ever invited back. Well since that dickhead that I was almost married to, but Tom, I think you have promise!"

Holy shit, nothing like a little pressure.

By this time she was removing my pants and smiling at me brightly. The tent in my boxers was quite obvious and I guess so was my blush because she started to giggle and allowed one hand to come up and wrap around my cock causing me to moan while she continued up to put the other arm around my neck and once again kiss me with incredible passion.

When the kiss had run its course she quietly asked me if I would like to join her for a quick shower.

I nodded my head and took a chance by untying the tie on her robe and kissing her neck and shoulders which brought another moan from her, but I purposely did not touch either of her tits or get anywhere near "the promised land".

"Tom, Please don't be afraid to touch me," she whined, "If I was really concerned that you would be aimlessly groping like the other men I've entertained, trust me you wouldn't be here. I want you to love me, and that includes touching, licking, nibbling, kissing or anything else you can think of, so please, touch me!"

Ya didn't have to give me 2 invitations to the party, so as we moved towards the shower I wrapped my arms around her waist and nuzzled up to her backside and nibbled on the back of her neck. I can only surmise that she could feel the stiff cock sticking her in the butt.

She turned and smiled wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me meaningfully on the lips and as she did I moved my hands up her side and gently onto her small breasts, lightly caressing until I moved on to the first nipple I found. My fingers squeezed a little harder on that nipple eliciting a very loud moan from her into my mouth. She moved her mouth away and moved her head next to mine nibbling on my neck and ear as she reveled in the feeling of male hands on her tits. The way she was grinding her pussy into my cock, I could tell she wanted it filled, but I wasn't going to be slamming this girl tonight. It was going to be a slow, tender, gentle fuck and with a little luck she would show me what really floated her boat.

I was also hoping upon hope that this would not be my only trip to Marie's bedroom. It wouldn't, but who could ever be sure?

She moved aside a short distance and started the water in the shower and taking my hands in hers moved us into the shower.

"Marie," I said softly. "I want you to show me things that I can do for you. You know, those kinds of things that only another woman could know. I'm sure that I'll never be as good a lover as Lisa, but I'd sure like to learn and try."

Marie was really smiling big now. She soaped me up; she soaped me down, and left no part untouched or unclean. She hadn't responded to my request, but by the look that came across her face, I knew that she was considering what I'd said.

When she was done turning me around for a final rinse, she handed me the bar, placed her hands on my shoulders and smiled at me with those sparkling green eyes whispering, "Your turn sweetheart."

Sweetheart? Whoa!

I began soaping her entire body, part by part, caressing each part tenderly with a light hand. When I got to her breasts I spent a fair amount of time ensuring they were clean, especially the hard, erect nipples. As I was washing her tits I was looking into her face and our eyes locked on each other. I started moving my hands around her breasts, under her arms, around her sides and just undulating my fingers. I rinsed those parts and as I moved her back around I started to use my tongue and mouth on her shoulders and let them slide up and around her neck. While I was moving my mouth around gently teasing her breasts, one of her hands slowly slid down my abdomen, wrapping itself around my rock hard cock, and nearly like a pussy, began to give it a smooth milking action.

I moaned at her and moved my mouth to hers. When I was finished with her lips, I put my mouth at her ear and whispered, "We'll be in here all night if we keep this up. I'll shrivel like a prune if I don't finish you soon."

She chuckled and agreed. She moved her hand back to my shoulders as I started soaping down her body. I got down on my knees and gently washed each leg to within an inch of her slit.

At that level, I was face to pussy with a magnificently beautiful specimen. The outer lips were still firm and tightly protecting the more tender bits behind them.

I could see that her clit was starting to peek out of its covering and I soaped on. As my hand brushed against her little nubbin she let out a loud gasp and a throaty moan and twitched slightly. I apologized immediately but was told quite firmly none was necessary and a repeat would be permitted. I accommodated quickly and firmly eliciting more moans and some gentle mewling.

After I had thoroughly rinsed her, I just couldn't help myself, I moved my face to her mons, and gave her clit a slight flick with my tongue. Her hands came immediately to my head and pushed it inward. I took my tongue and licked as much of her slit as I could reach.

Soft tongue for the first few passes and then with a little more force to get between those beautiful outer protectors. I worked at that a few times and then brought my lips right to her clit and concentrated on working around it and then pressing right on it sucking gently.

Marie was moaning and mewling from her mouth while her body was shaking like a leaf. As she let out one very strong moan her body stiffened and her hands pushed my head firmly into her snatch then relaxed. When her hands relaxed I knew I needed to move quickly. I shot up in front of her and placed my arms around her just as she was about to collapse and fall.

I held her tight to me feeling her stiff nipples digging into my chest and caressed her as much as I dared. Running my hands through her hair and whispering into her ear to give her something to focus on as she slowly recovered from her visit to "O-land".

Her penetrating green eyes locked with mine, "God Tom, how did you do that?" she asked breathlessly.

"I don't know, I just did what came naturally I guess. I love a woman's anatomy, like to lick, suck and nibble everywhere I can. A woman's body is a beautiful thing."

"You asked me earlier to teach you some things that you can do that only a woman would know how to do. I have to say that what you have done already is very much like a woman would do, but in some ways much better. I don't need to teach you anything about the shower!"

She was laughing breathlessly as I reached over and turned off the water not letting go of her, and moved to open the shower door.

Keeping my arms in control of her still, we walked out of the shower and each took a towel. She immediately started drying my body and I reciprocated drying her gently so I didn't cause any weaker knee "problems".

When she got to my lower extremities, she dropped to her knees and dried my legs up and down and my butt, then my cock very gently. As she dried it off, she took my cock into her mouth and licked around the very end almost making me blow my wad right there. Her eyes looked up at me with a mischievous smile as she started to work my cock over with her mouth.

I placed my hands around her head, and whispered to her, "Let's move to the other room, beautiful, and you can continue in a more comfortable venue."

She looked up at me with a giggle and started kissing, licking and nibbling up my body. When she got up to standing her arms wrapped around my neck and she kissed me very tenderly.

I looked into her eyes again, then reached around picking her up in my arms and carried her through the bathroom door into the bedroom. Gently depositing her on the bed, I slid in next to her staying on my knees so that I could gaze down into those gorgeous green eyes which were looking up at me hungrily.

She let out a heavy sigh, reached her arms up and pulled me down on top of her, though still to one side, and gave me one of the most incredible kisses I've ever had, at least until I made love to Dee that first time.

We play "wrestled" for a short time when she pushed me over onto my back and started nibbling, licking and kissing down my body again to pick up where she had left off in the shower room.

For a woman that didn't care so much for men, she sure knows what to do with a hard penis.

Marie proceeded to lick, suck and squeeze me like I had never been licked, sucked or squeezed before. I was moaning, gasping, and I guess purring, or purring as much as a guy can do.

Between her tongue and fingers she was a master performer. Once she took my member into her mouth and started bobbing her head up and down that talented tongue went to work in earnest.

"Oh god Marie. I've never..." was all I could get out before a loud groan. I had to wonder what Carol and Sheryl were hearing. "Oh shit baby, what the ... Oh godddddd."

Suddenly I felt my cock slip down her throat as she took all of me into her mouth and her nose hit my pubic hair. I'm certainly not hung like a horse, so it was not a real strong challenge for a woman that was perhaps used to something a bit larger, but she'd never let on. She just looked up with those incredible sparkling eyes, smiled and let her throat work.

I was moaning constantly while she moved me closer to blowing my load into her talented mouth. I let her know that it was going to be soon.

Once again she looked up with those gorgeous green eyes, moved her mouth up keeping the very end knob in her mouth and working her tongue like I'd never felt before, while pumping vigorously with her hand. I couldn't hold it anymore and I could feel the upcoming explosion start to move from my balls up the shaft and out into her mouth.

She said that she could feel it coming and couldn't wait for it but about that time the first shot went across the bow.

Her eyes got huge while she sucked and swallowed. She didn't miss a drop. When I was done and shrinking in her mouth she made sure I was cleaned up and ready for the next round.

But before that round, I had some things I wanted to do. She kissed and licked up from my groin stopping momentarily to suck my nipples hard. After getting a moan out of me, she came up to my neck, ears, then mouth.

We lay there passionately devouring each others tongues and grinding the rest of our bodies together twisting our legs around so that she could grind her slit on my semi-stiff cock, and vice versa.

As this kiss progressed, my hands started on their next wandering tour.

Down under her arms then across to each breast in turn, squeezing, pulling, twisting and tweaking each nipple until it stood out hard as a little rock. Then my face began to move in that direction following up the hands but moving slowly, deliberately licking, nipping, and sucking various spots along the way.

Marie was moaning and hoarsely breathing hard while my stimulation was moving down her body. The destination was apparent causing her to moan loudly in anticipation.

I spent a few minutes circling those gorgeous orbs with my tongue as I spiraled up towards a nipple then changed to the other breast, leaving her whimpering for more before I got to the next one.

I was working to bring her up to climax very slowly, and teasing a bit to make the finale that much more intense for her. So far she hadn't made any suggestions on how I could improve, so I guess I was doing it right.

I kept mauling her breasts, loving how perfectly sized and shaped they were. She had a perfect handful as well as a perfect mouthful.

She was moaning from deep inside her body, twitching and wiggling while mewling while breaking out into a loud purr, just like a cat. It was great!

But it was time to leave the mounds of plenty to begin the search for the Promised Land, so with reluctance I started moving down her beautiful body, licking, kissing, and nibbling on every part I could reach. Her side, her front, the other side, and when I got to her belly button, I paused to give it a little tongue action, which brought me a light giggle and a twitchy wiggle.

Continuing on my search, I moved further down lightly licking her tummy from one side to the other causing Marie, to let out a very loud guttural groan, then down to one side and finally reached a hip at the top of one of those perfect thighs. I licked and nibbled down the outside and top of the thigh, then back up the other side purposely not touching her mound yet which was causing her to moan, begging me to "make it happen" for her.

It would. Not just yet, but we're on our way.

So I kind of "circled the pussy", so to speak, and gradually moved down into the area where her pubes had once been. It was perfectly smooth, no stubble or evidence that there was ever hair there at all. It was wonderful. If there's one thing I truly love it's a cleanly shaved pussy. I don't know what it is, but I can eat a shaved pussy for hours!

By the same token, pubic hair is usually very soft. At least the pussy hair that I've run into, but give me that shaved snatch every time.

As I licked into the inside of her thighs her legs opened as if by magic giving me more room to work and from the sounds she was making it was quite purposeful on her part. She was moaning, whining, mewling, purring and making all sorts of mixed sounds while I was roaming close to but not touching her pussy. Yet.

So after licking up and down the inside of her thighs my tongue found that area between her outer lips and that small path where they come together with the top of her legs. I licked up; down and around the outside edges of her tightly pressed swollen labia.

It was driving her up a wall. She was wiggling, and pushing her pussy against my face trying to force my tongue between those swollen lips. I was still playing and working on raising her desire to a pinnacle, so that when I did get my tongue between them and into her vagina she would go absolutely berserk, leading to an extremely intense orgasm.

She was getting there rapidly.

I started to lick from the bottom of her pussy to the top, flatly on the outside of those perfectly shaped, tightly swollen lips. At the very top there was a little bud peaking out at me. I couldn't tell if it was trying to hide, or trying to make itself obvious, so I started my tongue moving softly around the nubbin in ever shrinking circles. I was making sure that I didn't touch her button yet, but I was oh so close.

She was screaming for relief and once again pulling on my hair in an effort to force my face solidly into her pussy. It was working.

My face was getting so wet from her oils that my tongue just happened to slip over the little knob which caused Marie to arch up, start to twitch uncontrollably, stiffen her entire body while letting out a raspy moan that sounded like it came from her very depths. She started to cum with an intensity I'd not experienced previously.

I was just hanging on for dear life while she pulled my face into her snatch like she was trying to push my head up into her pussy. As long as I was there, I continued to move my tongue up and down the insides of the slit and down into her vaginal passageway. When I inserted my tongue into her flooding hole I could feel her muscles intensely trying to pull more of my tongue inside.

She started to relax a little as she started to come down from the orgasm, so I started with my tongue again, moving it slowly up and down her slit, this time more forcefully and through the outer protectors to the soft sensitive inner lips, clit and opening. I started working my fingers into the mix as well, so as I was moving my mouth around her clit I buried my index finger in her pussy to the second knuckle and just lightly wiggled it around while my tongue made light steady contact with her clit.

Her moans were non-stop by this point and her body was in constant motion. Her hands were more gently pushing my head into her pussy now, and she was more petting than forcing. Her breath was coming in deep, heavy gasps while the next release was starting to build with gusto. She was shaking like a leaf, almost like she was having a seizure.

I pushed my finger deeper into her pussy, hooked it so that the tip was starting to point at her belly button, and started to wiggle it like I was calling someone over with my finger. As I was tickling one of the "suspected G-Spots" inside of her, my tongue was flicking her clit with a little more determination.

She was starting to throw her hips and pelvis upwards more sharply now and the moans were loud and steady, as her body started to stiffen and shake. I could feel the pussy muscles massaging my finger as it was massaging the inside top of her vagina. She was shaking almost uncontrollably, her legs coming together trying to squeeze my head like a walnut. All I could do was lick what was in front of my face, her clit, which caused her orgasm to continue on and on and on.

Damn. Women are so fucking fortunate. They can cum forever, and often. A guy shoots his wad maybe 3 times in a night if he's lucky, and that's it. Most guys shoot their stuff once, roll over and go to sleep. Then they wonder why wifey is out "with the boys".

Finally, her legs were slowly releasing my head. I thought that I should probably move up to provide her some support and help. She was nearly comatose when I arrived at her side. Her eyes were rolling up and down, batting to the back of her head. Her breathing was almost intermittent, but coming in gasps and her body was still shaking uncontrollably.

I moved myself to the headboard so that I could sit with a couple pillows behind me. I pulled her up into my arms holding her tightly, rocking her gently. I began caressing her face tenderly, kissing her as soft as a butterfly, while running my fingers through her hair and whispering sweet, loving things into her ear.

It was at that point that I noticed we had company.



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Chapter 14: Continuing fun with Marie - LEpt2


Carol and Sheryl were standing near the doorway with their mouths wide open looking almost in shock. I guess they had heard Marie's moans and screams and came in to check on her. I mean, this was a house full of girls and there was a man in their midst. None of them trusted men at all, so from their perspective I could have been causing Marie harm.

I understand that, and I have no problem with it. I would hope they would all look out for their "sisters".

I looked over at them and nodded acknowledging their presence. I used one hand to gesture them to come over to the bed with us.

Both women were topless but had panties on. They walked slowly over to the bed, sitting on the side that Marie was on, I presume neither wanted to get that close to me. Ok, not a problem for me.

Sheryl spoke up first. "We heard Marie screaming and we've never heard her scream like that, so we came to check on her. We're sorry we intruded."

"It's ok," I said with a weak smile. "I'm glad that you care enough to check. I am, after all, a man and that's not something normal in your midst. I just love women and I get incredible pleasure from giving a woman pleasure."

"I only wish I could cum like you all do," I added sheepishly with a wry grin.

They looked at each other with a look of mystery. This was a guy? Where did Marie find this one?

Breaking the spell, "How long were you there?" I asked more out of curiosity than anything else.

"We were there for about 5 or 6 minutes. I've never, ever seen Marie cum like that. What were you doing to her?" asked Carol. There was a look of surprise and inquisitiveness on her face as she wondered how a "guy" could do that to a woman.

"Just doing what comes natural to me. I love a woman's anatomy, love licking, nibbling, and kissing all the parts. As you probably saw, I also love eating pussy."

At this point Marie gasped out, "God, I guess. I've never had my pussy eaten like that in my life. You just did it better than any woman I've ever made love to," and looking over at Carol and Sheryl, "And that includes you both and Lisa. Never."

I have to admit that I got a smile at that comment; I just had to make sure it wasn't interpreted as smug. "That's the first time I've done it exactly that way Marie, but I can tell from your reactions that I'll be doing it like that again."

"Oh shit, Tom. Don't change that technique at all. I'm not sure I could stand that again, but I'd sure like to find out!" She was talking a bit better now, and her hands were caressing me gently.

I smiled at her and said, "I can do that."

"Not now! Maybe next time, and yes, there will be a next time!" Marie said definitely more to the other two girls than to me.

It was Sheryl that sheepishly asked Marie, "You gonna share?" At which Carol shot her a look of total shock.

"You haven't had a man in over 5 years Sheryl, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about, if he can eat my pussy like he just did Marie's, he can fuck me any day of the week! Maybe even twice!"

Then she looked deeply into Carol's eyes, and said, "It doesn't mean that I love you any less or that I'm suddenly going to go out chasing after guys Carol, Marie has found us a one in a million!"

"US?" Marie said with a bit of surprise and no hesitation.

"Well, if you're willing to share," Sheryl said with a grin.

Marie started to laugh at that one, but said, "I don't think that would be up to me ladies, and it doesn't look like Carol is too enthused with the idea."

"Oh, I'm ok with it. It's just such a mind fuck to me. I watched him eating you Marie, and I've never seen you like that." Carol added.

"I can't wait to get totally recovered from that orgasm because I want that cock in me. I haven't felt like I wanted that in years, but this one's gotta be special!"

I was turning my head to look at each as each was talking trying to absorb what I was hearing. It was kind of weird being talked about like I wasn't there. Was I suddenly invisible?

I was in a house full of "gay" women that didn't particularly care for guys, but it sounded like all 3 that were here wanted me to eat them and fuck them. Since I didn't know Lisa yet or her total lesbian persuasion, I didn't know where that would fit into any scheme. Don't pinch me!

Sheryl got an embarrassed look on her face and asked Marie, "Can we watch Marie?"

"I think that's another question for Tom to answer, not for me," she replied, "but you know I don't have a problem with that."

I piped right in, "It doesn't bother me at all. In fact to be honest, I'd really like to watch you guys make love to each other. I don't think I could help but learn from that."

"He asked me to teach him stuff that are a turn on and those kinds of things that only a woman would know about a woman, but I don't see where there are any holes in his abilities right now. Shit. This man could make a living eating pussy!" Marie added with a big chuckle.

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For the first time since I began the story, Dee piped up, "That's for damned sure!"

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"Put up an ad at the club," Sheryl chuckled out loud.

The two of them broke out laughing at that suggestion.

It sounded like Marie was slowly recovering from her ordeal, and Carol had just returned from the kitchen with some sodas and a few packages of cupcakes. "I heard that!" she interjected with a laugh. "This is so totally weird," she added.

Marie took one of the sodas and popped the top then handed it to me. I took a big drink and started to hand it back to her, but she had already taken another one from Carols little tray, opened a package of the cupcakes and was offering one to me which I gratefully took.

While we munched, the four of us made small talk about life, the universe, and everything. Nothing heavy, there were chuckles and groans, but it was all kept fairly light.

I was still holding Marie close to me and she had turned to hug me back, her head resting on my chest. She was purring quietly as she caressed my stomach and abdomen. She wasn't making any moves that were overtly sexual. I guess she was waiting to see what was going to happen, but knew she was going to get a cock shoved into her pussy some time soon this morning.

I wondered about the Carol and Sheryl connection. I hadn't counted on that aspect, and now knowing Lisa was a full-scale lesbian, I wasn't sure how she'd take to her SO making it with a fellow. I really didn't want to adversely affect any of these ladies relationships. They were just having a good time, and I knew that, though I think I could have pulled Marie away in a heartbeat. For a bi-sexual woman, she was something special.

It would be interesting to see what happened when Lisa returned in a few weeks.

Marie and I were at one side of the huge bed, and Sheryl and Carol were kind of occupying the other side, though they were down at the foot. It looked like they were spooning with Carol in back, her arm draped over Sheryl's tummy. They seemed to be very comfortable with the environment as Carol's hand was caressing Sheryl's tummy and moving slowly up towards her bare breasts and Sheryl moved her arms a bit to make the path clear.

Before I knew what was going on, Carols hand was inside Sheryl's panties and you could tell by the movement of the material that she was working the slit and clit. Sheryl started to show a far away look on her face as she was letting out some small moans. I could see that Carols other hand was up underneath and feeling Sheryl's breasts

Sheryl moved over onto her back so that Carol would have a clearer path to areas that needed to be touched.

She raised her hips off the bed momentarily just high enough to help Carol remove her panties, and now that I could see Sheryl completely nude. Wow!

To me she wasn't as nice as Marie, but it's only because of the size of her tits. Marie was perfect, and Sheryl probably sported D-cups, which to me are too big. To each their own.

But other than that slight "imperfection" Sheryl was another absolutely drop dead gorgeous woman. I'd seen Lisa at the club, and she was ok, but not at the same level of either Marie or Sheryl, and Carol was almost a "plain-Jane" in comparison. She was attractive, don't get me wrong, but she didn't have that raving beauty of either Marie or Sheryl.

Sheryl had bright red hair down past her shoulders, and emerald green eyes. She was not skinny but had an appropriate amount of meat on her bones and was about 5'4." As I noted before, her breasts were about D-cups and very full and firm. No saggy boobs in this room! Sheryl also had an absolutely shaved naked pussy with thin, very tight outer lips that were protecting those tender areas underneath. Her clit appeared to be fairly large, compared to Marie, and I'm sure it's quite sensitive given what Carol was doing and her reaction to it.

Sheryl had reached over and pulled Carols panties off of her fine ass and down her legs. Carol may have been the "plain-Jane" in the group, but she had the finest ass of the three in the room. It was a perfect shape, size, and no flab on it, just a beautiful ass. Her hair was light blonde and was almost waist length, beautiful hair. Her tits were fairly small, my kinda size actually, and almost looked like a 14 year old that had never finished developing – absolutely perfect boobs, very pronounced nipples that were already large, swollen and ripe. Well, maybe only her hairdresser knew for sure, but I could tell from the finely trimmed bush that she was a natural blonde. Her pubes had been trimmed into a small arrow pointing right at her clit, which, like Sheryl's, was a good-sized little nubbin and didn't need a road sign pointing the way. I'd guess that she was probably about 5'6" like Marie.

Of all the girls Marie certainly had the best personality for me. Because of her size and that gorgeous ass, I'd have been more attracted to Carol than Sheryl, but Carol just didn't seem to have that "warm" personality that I liked and Sheryl's personality was very nice and she had a smile to die for.

So that kind of gives you the rundown on the three ladies that were present. I'll be able to fill in the blanks on Lisa in the future, but I didn't know that yet.

Carol had moved her head down to Sheryl's tits and was seriously sucking on them both in turn and Sheryl's hands were on Carol's tiny titties. They were both letting out small moans as they sensuously caressed each other's mammaries.

Carol was starting to move her head down towards Sheryl's tummy and points south and at the same time Sheryl was pulling on one of Carol's thighs pulling it up towards her head.

Marie was breathing more rapidly as we watched the two women love each other. She looked up at me with a big grin, as her hand moved down and encircled my raging hard cock.

"I think you like watching two girls getting it on, Mr. Tom. But that's quite alright for me because I'd like you to take this cock and put it in me." Marie said breathlessly.

"Yes, I find lesbian love to be very erotic. It's also educational for me, because as I watch what one woman does to another I learn how I can better please my partner. I'm a pretty straight sex kind of guy, I mean I don't go in for kinky shit, you know, bondage, pain, that kind of stuff, and when I make love to a woman I like to look her right in the eyes."

"That seems to be so strange to me. You have a very different attitude towards women than any other man I've ever met."

"Marie. I get as much pleasure from pleasuring you as you do," I whispered to her, "I very much enjoy causing a female orgasm."

"Well you cause them to happen very intensely lover, and I can't wait to have one or two with that cock buried deep inside me."

I smiled at her and continued to gently caress her breasts, as she was in full-bore "stroke the cock" mode. It was feeling wonderful to me and I made sure I let her know.

We were looking into each other's eyes and letting our lips meet with dancing tongues. I could see incredible passion in her eyes as well as desperate desire.

I'm sure she could see some of the same in my eyes as we worked on turning each other on. She was surly working on me well enough.

As I moved my hand down to get some of her oils on my fingers and do a little clitoral manipulation, she let out a desperate moan, and said to me, "Now Tom, oh god, I need it in me now."

We started to move our bodies to affect her request, when I asked her, "How do you want to do it sweetheart? You want tops or bottoms?"

"I want the bottom Tom. I want to feel you just take my pussy and fill it. I want you to nail me to the bed big boy, fuck me silly."

So we rolled so that she was on her back and I was over the top of her between her widely spread legs. We also had to maneuver ourselves so that we didn't disturb Carol and Sheryl, who were now in classic 69 position making very sexy slurping noises to go along with their increasing moans.

As I moved up onto Marie to line up my cock to penetrate her, we locked eyes and started our lip and tongue dance again which is quite sexy and quite a turn on, as if either of us needed to be turned on any more than we already were.

While looking Marie right in the eyes I moved my cock into position for penetration and started to push gently. I was not going to slam this young lady, not my style anyway, but some women like that first pop hard and fast.

She let out a loud moan as my cock pressed against her entrance. She moved her hips and pelvis in a quick upward movement and the end of my cock was inside her velvet sheath.

"Holy crap she's tight," I thought to myself as the doorway to her womanhood squeezed on the head of my cock.

Her eyes were excited now, and she was moving her legs and hips to help me penetrate her to the very depths of her love. My cock slowly filled her tight tunnel and when our pubic bones met I thought she was going to explode. I hit her clit, and she just went wild with another wild orgasm. I could feel her pussy milking at my cock trying to make it do what it was supposed to do. Impregnate. Shoot those seeds into Marie's garden to see if anything would grow.

If I hadn't cum once already that pussy would have been successful, but as it is I was able to hold off my shots until a little later.

While her orgasm waned some, I started very slowly pulling my cock out of her slippery tube to a fearful moan, then as I reversed direction and filled her again, the accompanying moan was pure pleasure.

We started getting a slow rhythm going and over the next 30 minutes or so we made very slow sensual love to each other. She had a couple more small orgasms while we loved each other, but being filled by a real cock for the first time in years was satisfying her pussy.

Marie and her pussy loved it, and from my end, my cock and I loved it too.

I have never made love to a woman with as much passion and feeling as I did with Marie that first time.

The intensity of my passion for her has not diminished at all. When we get together and make love it is always very intense and quite sensual.

I'd not felt anything that intense with a woman until the first time Dee and I made love, and like with Marie, that intensity has never diminished.

By the time Marie and I were winding down our intense activity, Carol and Sheryl, were sitting at the foot of the bed watching, fascinated by this "guy" that was actually lasting more than a few minutes, but was making love to a woman with feeling and passion. I think in their own minds they were just trying to figure out how they'd get their turn.

Our stroking got a little quicker and a little more forceful. Marie was beginning to mewl and moan very loudly as she could feel that the culmination of our lovemaking was building to its just crescendo.

Once again, we were locked on each others eyes, looking deeply and feeling her deeply while my piston slid in and out of her cylinder knowing that in a very short time I'd be leaving a load of little swimmers inside of her.

"Oh god Tom. Cum in me. Oh shit, cum in me now Tom. I'm going to ... Ahhhhhh.Ohshit," and as she was whispering those sweet nothings in my ear I could feel my load queuing up for it's exit from the end of my dick and its grand entrance very deep into Marie's incredible vagina.

"Oh shit Marie. Here it comes baby ... Ohmigod."

"Nhgggngghgggg, YEEESSSSSS. Oh god Tom it's there."

I could feel her milking my cock with those incredible vaginal muscles as I plunged my cock into her as far as I could and she pulled me in as far as she could get me with both her legs and her hands. We were both screaming very loudly as we mutually blasted each other's sex.

We held each other tight, which held my cock deep and tight in her pulsing pussy while it made sure that it had milked every last drop of my sperm out of me and into her depths. If Marie had been fertile, I think we would have "been makin' baby" that night.

Locked onto each other like clamps we both collapsed and as we did I made a half roll to make sure we were on our sides and I didn't smash her under me.

"You're still hard," she said incredulously.

"Only for the moment love, it'll shrink just like it did when you sucked it off."

But as we lay there spidering each other to make sure my cock stayed inside of her, we began our lip touching and tongue dancing again, each looking deeply into the other's eyes.

I saw a deep love in her eyes. It was something I really didn't expect from a woman who prefers to make love with girls, but I was also feeling pretty good about myself. I was able to bring that much pleasure to a woman who knows sexual pleasures given by another woman.

There is no way that a man, any man, can make love to a woman the way another woman can do it. We just don't know all those little secret places to try, though I have to admit, I've tried a lot more than most guys are even willing to consider. I get extreme pleasure from giving a woman ultimate pleasure. Maybe I'm weird for a guy, but why should it be any other way?

Shit. I wish I could cum like a woman!

Carol and Sheryl made sure that we were covered, and turned out the lights on the way out and Marie and I were asleep in very short order.

We got some good rest that day, and when we woke up later in the morning we were still in each other's arms. When my eyes opened, I saw those beautiful green eyes looking into mine while she ran her hands softly through my hair. With a grin she was moving her lower body against my morning stiffy.

When I awoke, she moved herself into position above me slowly lowering her body to take my cock back inside her vagina. Taking me slowly into her grotto, she let out a contented moan.

"I've never been awakened like this in my life Tom. You are quite a great lover, and I hope you will want to come back. Soon!" She was smiling widely.

"Marie," I said with a huge smile. "I will be very happy to come back. You are an incredibly passionate woman, and an insane lover. I'm not sure that the other ladies don't have some designs on taking some of my time, but I'm only good with that as long as you are."

"Tom, I --"

"Marie, we don't have anything but what we've had. You prefer girls, and I'm ok with that. I'm very happy that I was able to provide you pleasure, and I will be happy to provide you pleasure any time in the future. I don't want to have any negative effect on your present relationship and from past experience, I'm not real sure Lisa would be thrilled with us boinking each other."

After a quick chuckle, Marie said seriously, "Tom, I can honestly say that I love you. A lot. But you are right; it's a different love than I have for Lisa. I say that, but Lisa doesn't have an extremely talented cock, nor does she eat me like you do. However, we both know there is more to life than talented cocks and talented tongues." She was being serious, but the last part made her chuckle again.

"I know that Marie. Over these past few months as we've gotten to know each other, I've grown to love you a lot also, but because of your relationship with Lisa and obvious persuasion towards girls I've kept it a "distant love". I don't want to have any negative effect on your relationship with Lisa."

"She'll be ok with it Tom. She knows how I feel about her, but she also knows that I enjoy a man and one day may find one I will want to stay with, but for now we are a couple and I think it will stay that way. I love Lisa very much Tom. Nobody has ever meant as much to me in life as her."

With a chuckle she added, "If I was going to stay with a man, you would be at the very top of my list. I don't think I'd ever be able to find a man that is as sensitive, caring or has a tongue as talented as yours!"

I smiled at her when she said that and whispered very quietly, "I think I'd like that young lady."

"A man has never touched Lisa, at least that I know of, but I'm going to bet you that once she sees what you do to me, she'll let you do it to her too. I doubt there'll ever be intercourse, but that's ok, you can fuck me later, but if you eat her like you ate me, I predict she'll suck you off without reservation and that's something she's never even contemplated before." Then with a loud chuckle, "I'm pretty sure that if she'd try it, she'd like it."

"Well, that's ok to think about, but I don't have any expectation for that. I respect her sexuality, and her preferences, so if it happens it happens, but if not, I'm not going to have my feelings hurt. Besides, I've got you!"

We were both undulating in the areas where we were joined, and she was beginning to moan a little and so was I.

In short order we both came to our climaxes and I left a morning load inside her very willing pussy. She didn't want to allow my cock to slip out, so my sperm was held inside of her for a long time. Thankfully she was doing positive birth control or as I said before, we'd have been makin' a baby.

The relationships all grew from there. Marie did end up sharing me with Carol and Sheryl, but knew that she was my ultimate choice. The only time I ever slept with any of the others was when Marie was not home, for whatever reason.

Lisa came back after 8 months or so and was understandably weirded out by the whole situation. She had only believed she'd be gone 6 weeks at the most, but things at home degenerated and she was tasked with taking care of a very sick parent.

She could not understand why any of them would consider letting a man anywhere near them. That is until she was in the same bed, though somewhat reluctantly, with Marie and I while we were making love. She watched closely as I ate Marie's pussy, but more so what I was doing all over her body.

Marie screamed, and moaned and bucked like a loose horse, and I hadn't even touched her pussy with my tongue or cock yet.

I think Lisa was a bit curious how a man was doing something to her lover that she couldn't apparently do.

When I finally got to Marie's pussy, I looked over at Lisa and asked her softly if she'd like to join us and as I did Marie looked over, opened her arms and gestured for her to come over to kiss her.

Lisa moved slowly, if somewhat reluctantly, over to Marie and began kissing her like she would normally do if I wasn't there.

I licked around Marie's thighs letting the two of them get comfortable, which really didn't take all that long. Within minutes Lisa was sucking on Marie's breasts and Marie was moaning and wiggling seductively.

I took that as my signal to give her pussy a severe tongue-lashing and proceeded to my assignment with relish.

I heard Marie whisper to Lisa, "Watch 'T', He's incredible."

I didn't look up to see what was happening yet, as I was concentrating on that gorgeous slit that was normally hidden between Marie's legs. I started with my tongue at the bottom just outside her velvet opening, taking all the oils that she had secreted lusciously into my mouth.

With the tip of my tongue I started up the slit towards the top pressing in every so often to touch the sensitive pink lips being hidden by the outer barrier, but too soon I reached the top of her slit and found there a swollen clit that I began to circle delicately as I didn't want her to cum too soon. After all, we were putting on a show for Lisa, weren't we?

I moved back and forth, up and down and all around the entire area of her mound, slit, her thighs and that tender area between her hips and her pussy. I licked gently, I licked with pressure, I nibbled and I nipped. All the while Marie was going absolutely insane.

She had already had 3 very intense orgasms, a thing that Lisa didn't miss. She was yelling, screaming and moaning almost without rest. Once I decided to terminate this portion of the action and move back up Marie's body, I could hold her in my arms lovingly while she recovered from the intensity of her latest visit to the magical world of "O".

None of Marie's response to my machinations had escaped Lisa's scrutiny. I would have loved to know what was going on in her head. Maybe Marie would fill me in later.

When I got into position she rolled a little on to her side. I took her in my arms and she leaned her head on my chest while trying to re-learn the fine art of breathing.

Not only had Lisa noted what was going on, she was so turned on that she had removed her nightclothes and was madly fingering her clit until she also had a strong orgasm. Our eyes met and the suspicion had gone to be replaced with a look of wonder. I don't think she quite knew how to react to what she'd just seen. Men just don't do that to women.

She knew that in all the years that she and Marie had been together that Marie had never cum like that. There was also a hint of awe and perhaps a bit of jealousy in those gorgeous blue eyes.

I was "petting" Marie giving her a very light massage while she was recovering. Lisa got up, walked over to the other side of the bed, and touched my arm with a smile.

"Thank you for letting me watch Tom. Seeing Marie orgasm like that was quite an experience. I'm totally amazed and quite honestly, I'm not sure I know what to think."

"Lisa. You really need to thank Marie. Without her trust and loving I wouldn't be here at all."

"I know Tom, but in all the years we've been lovers I've never seen her like that. It was wonderful."

And at that she let go of my arm, and left the room. I didn't quite know what to think about that, but in about 5 minutes she came back in with a tray of sodas, glasses, an ice bucket and some sandwiches that she'd thrown together. It was a very thoughtful act by someone who was watching her long time lover being "mauled" by someone else, a man at that.

By the time Lisa returned, Marie was sitting giddily next to me rubbing my stomach and chest as our eyes played love games with each other.

Lisa could see this interaction as well, but as Marie had predicted, she seemed to be good with it. She was secure in her position and knew that if Marie decided to "take off" with this "man" she would just have to find another lover. I had no expectation that it would become an issue.

Both Marie and I had talked to her about the relationships. She knew and understood that I did not want to adversely affect their relationship. We had both said it at different times and together, so it wasn't anything that was rehearsed or spur of the moment.

Lisa seemed to be good with the whole thing, but I still wasn't sure. She still tended to be standoffish, but Marie told me it was just because I was a guy and she didn't trust men. I can live with that.

I told Marie that I hoped that I could at least give her reason to believe that all guys weren't total jerks. Marie laughed at that one, and told me that she thought that Lisa had already come around to that one thanks to me.

She said she wouldn't be surprised if Lisa's curiosity got the better of her one of these days and told me if it happened to go for it. "Like I said, you probably won't fuck her, but you can fuck me later." She had said that many times, and that I could fuck her anytime I wanted.



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Chapter 15: Learning with Lisa - LEpt3


It was a few weeks later when all the other girls were gone and I was there by myself reading another book about WWII or the Kennedy Assassination.

At least I thought I was by myself.

There was a light knock on the door of my room.

"Come on in," I said quietly switching from the book to the door.

The door opened slowly and very tentatively like someone wasn't sure they really wanted to come in.

"Tom? " I heard whispered, "Can I come in and talk with you?"

It was Lisa.

"Sure Lisa, you're always welcome," and hoping to set her mind a little more at ease, "You know you're always welcome and safe with me."

As she hesitantly entered the room, I noticed that she had her head down and was shuffling in very tentatively, nervously and slowly.

"Tommy," she whispered barely audible, "I know I'm safe with you and I truly appreciate it."

I noticed quickly that she was dressed to kill, wearing a very sheer baby doll with no panties.

God she's a beautiful girl.

Shit...

And a lesbian too, my "guy" brain was saying. "What a waste of beautiful pussy." That is something that would never leave my lips around this or any lady. I have always tried to stifle that "male" brain. It's not the most intelligent brain even when it emanates from the big head. Guys are pigs. I have to admit it, but it's the way we're wired! Men and women have totally different schematics.

Men's big brains will defer to the little brain at the drop of a hat, or the sight of a beautiful woman. It must be nature's way of ensuring that the species continues. I have a feeling that women have the same kind of reaction to a "hot" guy, but women are much more in control of themselves. They are also hella devious when they see something they like.

Guys? We're just out there, jumping up and down, clapping our hands, whooping it up, doing the "I'm too sexy" dance, basically being pigs. It's the wiring.

"Holy shit, Lisa. You're beautiful! You really are!"

That made her blush bright red and with a very shy look on her face, "Thank you, I appreciate that. Flattery will get you almost everywhere." She was smiling and chuckling by the time she finished. It was apparent that she was very ill at ease and the nervousness showed. I needed to be very careful and sincere as I tried to calm the atmosphere.

I set down my book, sat up in the bed and patted a spot right next to me to let her know she could sit there if she wanted, and shyly she moved over and sat next to me on the bed.

My mind was racing and was preparing for anything she might be bringing to the table. With Lisa, the last thing I wanted to do was be boorish, a guy. Subtlety was the word of the hour.

"I've never done this before, Tom," she whispered almost inaudibly. "I've never even thought about it before."

"Haven't done what Lisa," I asked hesitantly. I wasn't sure yet where she was going with any of this, so I was admittedly on my guard.

"I've never trusted any man enough to be alone on his bed with him," she said smiling shyly.

"Well, you know you're safe with me Lisa. What would you like to talk about?" I was making no assumptions as to her motivations. The last thing I wanted or needed to do was "scare her off." I needed to nurture the building trust.

"Oh, I know I'm safe with you Tom, but I guess to be honest, I'm wondering just how safe I want to be at the moment." She looked directly into my eyes and there was something there I'd never seen in any woman. I couldn't put my finger on it, but ... That got my attention! Big time!

And I guess she could see the surprise on my face, because she laughingly assured me that I wasn't about to get laid, if that was what I was thinking. After all, I'm a guy. Remember? Wiring?

I couldn't admit to it, but I wasn't going to lie to her either, it had taken a long time for me to build up her trust in me, and I wasn't going to fuck it up with an ignorant lie.

"Well Lisa, honestly, I had to wonder what you were alluding to with your last comment," I said with a grin. "You have to keep in mind I'm a guy! Remember?"

She laughed nervously and said, "Well, you'll probably get more than you ever thought possible or bargained for with me, but I don't think I could do everything."

"That's totally ok Lisa. You know I respect your sexuality and your choices in lifestyle. It doesn't make me think any less of you, though to be completely honest with you I do have to say, you are a very beautiful woman. Very desirable to any man, or woman for that matter."

As I was saying that, and meaning every word of it, I couldn't help but think about the beautiful babies this woman would make. Me? I've never really considered wanting kids, but with Lisa, I could actually be convinced.

What the fuck was I thinking? Ain't gonna happen!

She smiled timidly and thanked me for the compliment, but really wanted to talk to me seriously about something important.

I let her know that I was all-ears and she could talk to me about anything, which she acknowledged she knew, and proceeded to nervously tell me what she'd come into my room for.

"Tom. I really don't quite know how to say this or ask you this, so I guess I'll just have to be direct with it," she said with a nervous look on her face.

I gave her a sincere smile and nodded my head a little bit.

"I ... uh ... I'd like ... uh ... Oh damnit, I'd like you to do with me what you ... uhmm ... do with Marie. Well, except for the fucking part," she had her eyes down and kind of whispered out what she'd said.

I think she was terrified that I'd reject her and say no, and probably just as terrified that I'd say yes. She knew what she wanted, but because it wasn't something she had done before, or really ever considered doing, wasn't really sure.

I scooted slowly over to her and put my arms around her to give her a gentle hug. She was shaking like a leaf and I could tell on the border of tears.

"Lisa," I whispered to her gently. "I'd be very happy to give you pleasure. Believe me, I'll get from you as much or more pleasure as I give to you. You don't have to worry about 'the final act', so to speak."

She laughed a little nervously then looked at me with tears in her eyes, "I don't even know what to do Tom. A man has never touched me that way. I guess by 'normal standards', I'm still a virgin, and will probably die a virgin. I've used plastic, rubber, and silicone, but the thought of a 'real penis' in me is somehow abhorrent. Just you putting your arms around me are more than I've allowed any man to do in many many years, though I have to admit, it feels very nice."

I just nodded my head to acknowledge what she had said. I knew she wasn't finished yet, and that patience was exactly what she needed.

No rush, no push, just understanding and patience.

"I'm really sorry Tom. I feel like I'll be teasing you so unfairly, but after seeing what you did to Marie, I just have to know."

I took her face between my hands and began kissing the tears from her cheeks, which elicited more tears. It looked like I would be busy with tears for a while.

It's ok. We have all day, and I'm in no hurry.

"Marie and I have already talked about the possible 'results' Lisa, and she's very willing to take care of it," I said with a grin which brought a smile to her face, "I think Marie knows you well enough to know that this time would probably come for you, and she also felt that you wouldn't want intercourse. You may have thought I'd hesitate or decline if there was no 'fuck' in the deal, but that's not really the way I am."

Lisa kind of gave me a strange look at that, almost like I'd insulted her in some way.

I think I perceived why so added, "Lisa, I'd fuck you in a heartbeat. You are an absolutely gorgeous woman, Baby Doll."

Through the diminishing tears, she gave me a loving look with a sparkle in her eyes, "baby doll?"

I thought, Oh shit.

Then there was a big smile and a giggle.

"Do you know how long it's been since I've been called "baby doll"? My father called me that when I was a little girl."

Though with her reaction, I was pretty sure what the answer would be but I had to say, "I'm sorry Lisa. I hope it's not something offensive."

"Oh no, it brings back many warm memories for me. I loved my daddy very much, but he was a 'typical man', and I knew I was lesbian when I was 11. Not having any 'boyfriends' in High School seemed like it really hurt daddy, but I couldn't help it. I didn't want any boyfriends. I had plenty of 'girlfriends'; in fact there were many of us experimenting with our sexuality. Most were hetro and took boys into their lives and bodies, but I've never had the desire."

She was talking to me like she felt I needed to hear some excuse for her to explain her sexuality or feel the way she felt about men.

I just leaned down to her, looked her in the eyes and kissed her softly with lots of passion. She needed to know that it was all ok, and that I wasn't going to reject her advances.

She leaned into the kiss as I started to pull away not wanting to seem pushy, so I pressed on.

Her arms surrounded me tightly and I felt her own passion on the rise. I was a bit taken aback with that passion; I had kind of expected a bit of coldness in her, but her passion was very genuine.

She opened herself up to me as any other woman, even offering up her pussy when we got to that point. But she trusted me and I was going to do nothing to betray that trust.

"Lisa," I whispered, "If I get to a place or start to do something you're not comfortable with, you're going to tell me. Yes?

"Yes Tom, I'll do that," she gasped, "but I think you know where the limits are and pretty much anything else that a woman could or would do with me is ok."

Looking directly into her eyes I said to her softly, "Ok Lisa, I just wanted you to know you could rein me in without hurting my feelings. I do not want to do anything you are not comfortable with."

I got a passionate smile, and all the while I had not stopped my visits to all areas of her body.

I very slowly, and very deliberately moved around her body with my tongue and hands in the same way I had done to Marie, not touching any of the "sex parts" deliberately. My fingers and tongue would come close, but wouldn't make any positive contact.

Like Marie, after I'd made a few trips around her body, she was wiggling, bucking and begging me to touch and feel. A method to the madness? Absolutely!

I looked at her with a tender smile and told her, "All in good time Lisa, just feel and enjoy."

"Oh god Tom. I'm enjoying. I can totally understand why Marie has fallen in love with you, but, your not touching me in those magic places is maddening!"

"It's supposed to be baby doll," I whispered with a smile. "Part of it is raising desire. I want you to want it so badly you're in danger of explosion."

"Godammit Tom, there are going to be Lisa guts all over this room," she laughed and wiggled a little more.

I just smiled at her and put my mouth on hers and began the game of tongue tag once again, though this time I worked around her neck, ears, nose, shoulders and arms on the way to my first taste of her magnificent breasts.

I let my tongue initiate the breast activity. I always found that to be the most sensual way of beginning with the sexual pursuits.

Her moans got more intense and much louder as my tongue made its way beneath the first tender orb and started to round it and the other in a figure 8 pattern as I spiraled up to those puffy pink areolas and hard stiff nipples.

When I sucked the first nipple into my mouth, she started shaking, twitching and shuddering while the first orgasm overtook her body, so I just continued to stimulate each breast in turn while my hands wandered down to her thighs and around her luscious ass giving her an indication of what my next targets were to be and that were in immanent danger of being caressed, licked, kissed, nibbled and nipped.

Her body arched up and her hands came down behind my head pushing my face and mouth forcefully into her sensitive boobs as she screamed for more.

"Ohhhh gooodddddd Tom. Don't stop now," she gasped between breaths. Her stomach muscles were twitching wildly and her entire body started to shake.

I moved up her body again and started the tongue tag game with her once again, as she shook with desire and the need for me to continue.

I looked into her eyes and saw a depth of desire that was unparalleled with any previous experience. Even Marie's desire didn't seem to have the depth of Lisa's eyes. It was almost like a cornered animal seeking a way to get me to continue stimulating areas of her body that would allow the continuation of these orgasmic waves.

I held her in my arms, giving her butterfly kisses on the face and neck allowing her body and mind to recover and return to the room.

I was trying to be as tender as I possibly could. This whole day was for Lisa, not for me. There was no thought of anything but giving Lisa pleasure and as many orgasms as she could tolerate.

Marie would be there later if I had any energy left myself. I loved this. To pleasure a woman in this way is, to me, the ultimate in a sexual activity. Making love without intercourse, and it was truly making love, there was no other way to describe it. For this moment, for this short time I was truly in love with Lisa. It allowed me to give to her without consideration of my own desires or needs, the absolute ultimate in my mind.

"God Tom. Where did you learn to do this to a woman? I've been a lesbian all my life and nobody has ever done that to me without even touching my pussy. I've never..." She trailed off and began to look me straight in the eyes again. The animal was gone though the desire was even deeper, and the unabashed want or need apparent. There was an intense love in those eyes that I'd never seen before and have only seen very few times since.

This was Lisa, a devout lesbian, loving a man as she'd never ever loved any woman. She may never again allow a man to love her in this way, but for now it was right. It was right for her, it was right for me and we both knew where it would lead and why.

It was all in those magnificent eyes.

I slowly, gently and deliberately started again. Moving down her body, kissing, licking, nibbling and caressing all around every part, leaving no part untouched. Her hands were behind my head following passively along as I made my way south. I could feel the anticipation building and that's exactly where I wanted to be going.

I gave a brief pause at her sexy belly button and elicited some real giggles as my tongue circled the indentation in her tummy and circled around those sensual areas most men just passed by, not knowing how it would increase their woman's sexual desire.

Lisa gasped my name in a barely audible whisper aimed at nobody in particular, "Men ... men, don't ... know those places. A man only..." Trailing off as my tongue was working its magic on those places I wasn't supposed to be aware of.

My hands were gently moving all around her legs now, almost a tickle the touch was so light but it had Lisa climbing the walls as her pussy longed to be touched, caressed and manipulated. It's right where I wanted her.

Now you might think or sense that I was teasing or torturing this poor woman, but believe me, she loved every touch, every squeeze, and every breath with its warmth causing every little hair to move right down to the follicle. Some women's bodies are that sensitive, and Lisa's was one of them.

I was only building the anticipation for the move into the land where I really wanted to be. Her musky sex was driving me absolutely out of my mind and I had to keep telling myself that it would only be a few more minutes before I would get a taste of that delicious center of her womanhood. So while in my description it may sound like I'm somehow torturing or teasing Lisa insensitively, it was only by supreme effort that I was not being somewhat a "typical guy".

Up and down her thighs, both inside and out I moved my lips down to the backs of her knees and proceeded to repeat my probing with tongue and lips up the outside of her thighs and back down the other then up the inside of her thighs almost to that tight bald slit at the center and then down the other side. I tenderly nipped at those tender spots on the inner thigh just a couple centimeters below her pussy.

Her moans were getting louder and more frequent and her breathing was so rapid I thought I'd need to slow down for a bit to keep her from hyperventilating, but I knew if I slowed even a little, Lisa would not be happy.

As my tongue, teeth and lips were doing their magical actions, my hands were caressing her sides, tummy, breasts with a butterfly touch that caused the rest of her body to tingle as I was building the anticipation in her mind of where my tongue was heading.

Something men don't usually learn or understand, or perhaps they really don't give a damn, is that sex for a man is generally just a physical activity. Yeah. There's a little anticipation, and some feeling involved, but once the small brain takes over, it's purely physical.

For a woman it's much more mental, emotional, and psychological as it is physical. The anticipation. The lust. The buildup. The act itself, it is all part of sex for a woman. To me, it's one of those things that make women "special". Far too often a guy that hasn't got a clue leaves a woman "high and dry" and there's really no legitimate excuse for it, none. You just blew your cookies; you better make damned sure your woman blows her cookies too. Wonder why all you ever seem to get is a one niter? Think about it!

From my own standpoint, if there's a little more mental in the activities it makes it insanely better. Believe me, the other girls treat me the same as I'm doing to Lisa – How do you think I learned it?

And when they share, heavy sigh. Yeahhhh.

I slowly but steadily moved my tongue into the region of her pussy and circled that wondrous slit licking softly in those sensitive spots just outside the outer protectors all the way into the pubic region. Lisa's pubic hair was totally gone – there wasn't even any stubble, just a beautiful naked mons.

And this pussy had never seen a real cock, and probably never would. I know it's a sexist comment from a guy, but "what a shame".

After a few rounds, and dodging wiggles and bucks, enjoying the moans, groans and gasps that were coming from her, I stopped at the bottom of her slit and licked gingerly between her tight rear entrance and the bottom of her slit, where the entrance to her inner sanctum lived. Then I gently took the tip of my tongue and ran it slowly up the crevice between the protecting tight outer labia, pressing in every so often to reach for those sensitive inner layers the outer lips were protecting.

Her taste was heavenly. I will never get enough of that part of a woman, and Lisa was exquisite.

When I got to the top, there to my great surprise (yeah right) was her little button just begging for attention.

As I was moving around the edges of her pussy and running my tongue up and down she was in what seemed like a continuous orgasmic state.

Lisa's body was shaking, twitching, jerking, wiggling, bucking, "barking", purring, mewling, moaning, and gasping in ways I had never heard before.

It was great.

This woman who was 100% lesbian was getting extreme sexual pleasure she had never experienced before and it was coming from a man. I guess I felt some level of redemption, but I also knew that these ladies feelings and arguments about men were absolutely true and very legitimate.

And I was only beginning. There would truly be "Lisa guts" all over the room in a short time, after the explosion that I could already feel building inside her.

I probably spent 10 to 15 minutes running my tongue and mouth around her tight opening and was circling her clit with an occasional flick of the tongue directly on it which brought a huge groan each time. Lisa was still in a nearly constant orgasmic state, having little tremors during the entire time. Like earthquakes, the small tremors sometimes relieved the pressure, but sooner or later the "Big One" was going to happen.

This bomb was about ready to go off. All I had to do now was carefully light the fuse.

I moved my tongue down to her opening and inserted as much of it as I could wiggling it as much as I could while my nose bounced on her clit every now and again.

I paused for a moment and looked up at her with a smile, but needed to ask her a question.

Lisa moaned in disappointment that I'd stopped, but with a look of desperation that was telling me, "Don't stop. Oh god Tom, don't stop now!"

"Only a quick pause baby doll, I need an answer to a question."

"Ask me. Oh shit, ask me. Whatever it is, yes, yes, yes, just continue what you were doing."

"Honey, I need to know if it's ok to use my fingers in you?" I asked gently.

She looked down at me and almost screamed, "YES! Please use your fingers in me, but oh god, don't stop."

So with that I put my mouth back down on Lisa's pussy and inserted a finger into her dripping vagina and started wiggling it about. I added another finger and rotated my hand around so I hooked upwards into that upper vaginal so called "G-Spot" then let my fingers do the walking. I started working on her clit in earnest, I continued wiggling my fingers inside her tickling that magical spot at the roof of her vagina. When I began that combination of actions working towards the ultimate final climax for her, I could hear her breathing becoming labored, her body was twitching and wiggling incredibly so I just went for the coup de grace.

As the crescendo was building, I moved my fingers with a bit more intensity and took her clit into my mouth and sucked, licked and flicked it with my tongue and teeth until suddenly there was an incredible scream and her whole body seemed to lift off the bed. The explosion had begun.

Lisa's legs grabbed onto my head and clamped down so hard I thought I'd have a broken neck because while she clamped down on my head, her whole body was writhing and twisting and twitching and I could feel the muscles inside her pussy just about crushing my poor fingers. I couldn't imagine my cock being in that vice, but would have loved to find out how it was.

Not in the "plan".

It seemed like it took forever, but after every muscle in her body tensed to the snapping point, like a full body Charlie horse, suddenly she just relaxed and collapsed on the bed leaving me free to move.

I rapidly moved up her body to take her in my arms. I hugged her close to me rocking her gently and whispering sweet nothings into her ears, giving her little butterfly kisses all over her face and just making sure she knew there was someone here comforting her while she recovered from her journey.

At this point the bedroom door opened slowly, and there was Marie, Sheryl, and Carol with huge smiles on their faces. Marie had a tray of sodas and food so that as we recovered we could replenish our energy levels. Marie tenderly sat down next to her lovers (I guess I have to include myself in that.) and with a straw in a bottle of water began to offer it to Lisa while gently stroking her hair and face.

Lisa's eyes were opening but hugely dilated and it was obvious she was still having trouble seeing straight, but got a wry grin on her face, and gasped out, "Oh Marie, you were so right. Ohmigod. I've never cum like that in my life."

And then looking me in the eyes, she whispered, "I'm very tempted to give him my virginity, make love to him. I never thought I'd ever feel like that about a man."

I looked at her directly in her eyes and said, "It's ok Lisa. I don't want you to be doing anything that you might regret later! I'm very satisfied that you have been satisfied. I'm also very flattered that you, as a lesbian, would consider completing the love experience with me."

Taking my hand in hers, "Tom. I'm serious. Let me think some more," she said gently.

She looked at me with a look of both desire and love. I looked at Marie who had a look of total shock on her face. I suspect there was a fear of losing both of us if we consummated the relationship with intercourse.

"Marie, don't fret," was all I said, but she knew I meant that any of those kinds of fears were unfounded. She gave me a strange look like, "How did you know what I was thinking?" I just smiled at her in return.

I looked over at Carol and Sheryl after that interchange with Marie and they were both awestruck with Lisa's statement.

I figured I better speak up at this point, "Lisa, what we've just done is we made love. It was just as much "Making Love" as any act of intercourse could complete. Please don't think in any way that you have to do that for me. I am very content and very satisfied that you got the utmost pleasure out of what we just did. Would I like to do it with you again? You bet, in a heartbeat!"

She looked at me with a more recovered smile and said, "Thank you Tom. I don't really feel like I have to do anything. I trust what you say, but I have this feeling inside me that doesn't feel fulfilled. You are the only man I've ever met that has ever given me those kinds of feelings. I trust you. I actually have true feelings of love for you and that's something I never ever thought could happen. Ask Marie!

"I don't need to ask Marie baby doll. I don't doubt what you say at all."

She looked at me with that look of lust and deep love when I said "baby doll" to her this time. Marie noticed also, and once again, got those insecure vibes going

I shot her a glance that once again said, "Don't worry about it honey, you're my choice of a woman here!"

In the end Marie screwed my brains out and Lisa remained a virgin.

The big difference in all of that was that I was now a welcome addition in Lisa and Marie's bed.

Lisa and I made love in that manner many times after that, and usually Marie was there to watch and participate. Once Lisa and I had finished our love making, Marie would finish me off with some participation from Lisa.

Lisa developed a true honest love for a man. Something she, as well as everyone she knew up to that point, couldn't believe. I developed a deep love for her as well.

I'm sorry that we never got to experience the final act together, but I have no regrets. She is a beautiful woman that didn't choose her sexuality like the others; her sexuality chose her.

I respect that.

Marie and I were deeply in love, but she still had a very intense love for Lisa. I knew that and understood it. I knew that chances were that Marie and Lisa would stay a couple and I would be relegated "unattached" again at some point. With everything going on in my life and theirs it was probably better that way, but we were all happy together now, so there's no reason to rock the boat.

A year or so into the multiple relationships Marie called home one day from the bar and asked me to come down to hear something that may take some of my "special skills," as Marie put it. When I got there she was with a very beautiful young woman that definitely caught my eye.

She was going through a very bad experience trying to extract herself from a very nasty and abusive marriage and I understood that she had a 7 year old daughter but that the kid was being hidden away with relatives until custody issues were worked out, and it appeared that this gorgeous lady, Tara, would be given sole custody and there was a very good chance that her soon-to-be ex-husband was going to be spending significant time in prison.

Marie showed her to my former room, which still had all my stuff in it because there was no room for my stuff in Lisa and Marie's room. We'd figure it all out over the next couple days.

Tara was pretty messed up emotionally, and seeing the obvious arrangements in the house was even more confused. Here were three bi-sexual women and a lesbian all "sleeping" with the same guy. And they were all very happy.

Tara and I went on a "mission", the result of which was the capture and jailing of the man she was in such fear of. He was big, thought he was a real tough guy but was a pussy in a fight.

The next day, before Tara was to arrive, Marie called a meeting to let us know what was going on and to ask if it was ok that I work with her to help Tara over some of her trauma.

I won't go into it here, but Marie let us know what the situation was, and it was apparent to both of the girls that I was going to have to play a major part in helping Tara reconcile some of her past because I was a "sweet, gentle, understanding, and mellow" guy. Tara wasn't a "hard core" bi-sexual woman at this point. She and Carol had made love, but Tara was definitely into men, though she really didn't have much trust in men anymore, but even after her experience she craved a cock.

So over the next 6 months or so Tara and I became closer and closer to each other. I respected her for having the strength to endure what she had been through and the fortitude to rise up and escape from her situation.

The most important thing in her life is her seven-year-old daughter, Deanna. At this point I hadn't met Deanna yet, as she was still with relatives to protect her from the potential of her father finding and harming her.

The trip with her ex was now at his sentencing, and he was given 25 years to life on 13 counts to be served consecutively, so it appeared that they would be safe, but the thought of him finding a way out was terrifying Tara. She knew if he got out, he'd hunt them both down and do harm to them, after all he had threatened to kill both of them. So that was one of the issues I had to deal with. I tried to be as reassuring as I possibly could, but how the hell did I know? I'd never been in that position myself, so it was hard for me to put myself in her shoes.

About two weeks after he was sent to prison the point became moot; he was murdered in his cell. He'd apparently tried to play "hard guy" with the wrong group of people and they snuffed him.

When Tara found out about that, she almost danced, but she cried for days. Not in grief, but in relief. She could now reclaim her daughter and go on with life.

By this time, Tara and I were sleeping together semi-regularly. I was still with Marie a lot of the time, but because Tara and I were both essentially heterosexuals it only made sense that we became a "couple" in the group.

Tara was just starting a new job at a high tech start-up that was very intense for her and took much of her time and Deanna was being farmed off to day care most of the time.

She had moved into her own place with Dee, so the "status quo" was back at the house. I was sleeping with Marie and Lisa, and Carol and Sheryl were doing their usual arrangements.

Tara invited me over to her place for dinner one evening and even though I was kind of broken up and put out by her leaving the "house", I knew she had to move on with her life with her daughter. I guess I had hoped that I could have been part of that. The job precluded that, as she had no time for me or any other person. It was also part of her way of coping.

I showed up at her place on time, as usual, and was greeted by an absolutely stunning young lady that was a young clone of Tara.

"Hi, You must be Tom," she said shyly.

"And you must be Deanna," I replied.

She smiled and blushed brightly then held out her hand for me to hold and after closing the door we walked hand in hand into the kitchen where Tara was busy with final preparations.

She turned around and spied that Dee and I were holding hands and one eyebrow went up and a very big smile warmed her face.

"I see you two have met," she said looking at me, then at Deanna.

"Uh, Yes," I said. "She introduced herself at the door. You didn't tell me that your daughter was such a beautiful young lady," I added.

Deanna blushed, took hold of my whole arm and wouldn't let go.

Later when Dee had gone to bed, Tara told me that Dee missed her father even though he'd abused her very badly and was looking for a male influence to latch on to.

She said that she couldn't think of a better male role model for her than me. Little did she know that eight years from then, I would not only be her male role model but her male lover and that ten years later Tara would be my mother in law.

But that's the story of how I really learned to pleasure a woman.

It turns out that I'd already known a lot of the things to do and the places to "play with", but needed practice and reinforcement from a woman who knew how women pleased women.

I often wonder how those wonderful ladies are doing in their lives today.

The last I heard, which was a couple years ago, Marie and Lisa were still together and Carol and Sheryl were still a pair but that the "house" had split up and each of the couples had their own separate place now. Rumor had it that Carol and Sheryl had moved out of state because of job commitments, but they had decided to stay together through it all.

I guess I should look up Marie and Lisa and go for a visit, but I'm kind of afraid to re-kindle flames that should be left alone. It was traumatic enough to make the decision once before, I didn't want to maybe have to make it again.

As much as I love Marie, and as much as we were truly in love with each other, she still prefers girls and Lisa is her "mate". I have no ill feelings about that whatsoever and I feel that I was very privileged to have been allowed to be part of their lives for the two and a half years we were all a "five some".

I will certainly never forget them. Ever.

And yes, if Marie knocked on my door tomorrow, I'd fuck her silly and try to figure out some way to keep her "tied down" with Tara and Dee.

Hey. I'm a guy!



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Chapter 16: Dee's Insecurity


Tara looked at Dee as I finished up my story to see how she'd react to "our meeting" and my having fucked her mother long before I ever met her.

It was apparent that Dee was deep in thought. I thought I sensed some fearful emotions in her, and asked, "What's wrong honey? Get it out on the table so we can all deal with it straight up."

She looked up at me and both Tara and I could see tears starting to form in her eyes, and she whispered, "Tommy, You obviously loved Marie very very much. Would you want to leave me for her if the opportunity came up?"

I looked at Tara and then at Dee and both Tara and I had shocked looks on our faces as I answered her, "No Dee, I couldn't do that. Yes, I still do love Marie very much honey, but like I belong to you, she belongs to Lisa."

"I have found my life's mate and she is you. I love your mother the same as I love Marie, perhaps even more if I was totally honest with myself, but you are my woman. There'll never be anyone for me except you."

Then added, "You seem like you're really insecure with all of that Dee, and there's really no reason for you to feel that way."

She looked at me a little sheepishly.

"If you're so damned insecure, how the hell can you allow me to bed your mother and friends?" I asked.

She broke down in sobs now and ran over to me and latched on and held very tight as I soothed her, and assured her that there was nothing going to affect my love for her and my total devotion to her. Yes. She was only 17 but I had made my choice and so had she, though hers was made at age 8, that first night she held my hand in the kitchen in front of her mother.

"I knew right then that I had a problem," Tara said wryly, looking at both of us.

Dee looked over at her questioningly.

"Honey. I've never regretted your love for Tom. I love him very much, but not the same way you do. You two have a devoted love that I'm not sure I'm capable of after your father."

"I don't think I'd say that Tara, you are an extremely passionate, loving woman, and I love you very much. I was chasing after you for 8 years before you gave me your daughter. Somehow you knew..." I let it trail off.

Tara looked at me with a loving grin and said, "Tom. I know you were chasing, but as much as I love you, it just didn't seem right. Now I know why.

I'm very happy to share you with my daughter. I'm honored that she feels secure enough in your relationship that she'll share you with me, though I sensed a bit of insecurity in her query about Marie," she looked at Deanna with that.

"I'm ok mom. I just suddenly had this empty feeling in the pit of my stomach that there is someone out there that loves Tommy very much, that he loves too, and she could perhaps waltz into his life again and he'd float away."

"No Dee. That wouldn't happen. I know both of them very well, and that just wouldn't happen. Just like Tom knew all along that Marie "belonged" to Lisa, Marie would understand that Tom has made a serious commitment to you."

"It doesn't mean that he wouldn't want to fuck her brains out again and that she wouldn't want to have her brains fucked out," Tara said with a chuckle. "But that's between you and her if it ever came to that. Honestly honey, you have nothing to fear from Marie. In fact I think you'd probably like her a lot and could become very good friends, probably Lisa too. She's a little tougher to 'reach', but you have the same kind of personality that Tom reached her with. I'd also bet you would love sleeping with Lisa!" Tara said chuckling.

I nodded my head in agreement because what Tara said was true. With Dee's knowledge and permission I would take Marie, and Lisa for that matter, to places they probably haven't been since I left almost 9 years ago. I am just as sure that Dee would also love them and love to make love to either. I doubted it would ever be an issue, but then Dee is always full of surprises.

Dee, now sitting in my lap, looked up at me, gave me a quick kiss and with deliberate thought said to me, "Tommy, if Marie ever comes back into your life and you'd want to have sex with her again, I think that would be ok with me, but I'd want to meet her first and maybe even participate since she's bi." The last part was being said as a grin grew on her face.

"Thank you Dee. I appreciate that trust, but I don't think Marie will come knocking at the door any time soon. She and Lisa apparently have a good life together and there's no reason upset the applecart."

"Tommy. Do you think that Lisa would ever want to have a repeat performance?"

"I don't know Dee. I think it would be the same as Marie. The three of us slept together for a very long time. We loved each other, but not anywhere close to the same way as you and I love each other. I don't think that's something that you ever have to worry about."

"Honey, I don't believe either will cause any issues with either you or Tom," Tara threw out. "I do think that you should consider inviting them to your wedding as well as Carol and Sheryl. I can find addresses for them if you decide you want to do that."

I looked at Tara and she back at me with a very smug look. Then she laughed out loud, she had known all along where the four of them are. I guess I shouldn't be all that surprised

"I'm not all fire sure, but I don't think that would cause any real problems with the two of you. I'd guess there would be the possibility that it could add some sexual adventures to your marriage, but again, that would be up to you and Tom to decide. I think that you would come to love them the same way that Tom and I do."

Again I nodded my head, gave Dee a quick squeeze, and kissed the top of her head.

Tara continued, "Honey, I think it's time we went up to bed and got some shut eye. How about you two? Agree?"

We looked at each other then at her mother, and I said, "Please join us tonight. Not for 'fun', just for closeness."

Tara smiled, and the three of us got up and walked up to the bedroom, undressed, climbed into the bed, hugged and kissed for a few minutes and promptly fell asleep in each other's arms.

I sure love this life. Two beautiful women in my bed, one of which will be my wife in a year or so, and her mother who will be leaving for her last business trip in a couple months and will be retired at age 32 when she comes back to take up her place in our home. Dee and I can't wait to have Tara around all the time.

I'm sure to some, our arrangement seems a bit strange, and perhaps by social standards it is, but it works for us and that's what really matters. I've never been constrained by social norms as you may already realize.

Dee and I are attached in more than just a physical and emotional love. Dee seems to have this power to see the future to a certain extent. She's had this way with her mother all along, but now she's reading me the same way.

Strangely enough, I'm beginning to read her in that way as well. Call it psychic abilities or whatever, it's an ability that I believe we all have as children. When we're told that it's impossible, or that it's not right or other negative crap that adults seem to need to lay on their children, it wears them down to a point they stop believing it themselves. Very sad!

It's mostly because of fear or adults don't understand or have a legitimate explanation for it and because of that, feel stupid. Well, if the shoe fits...

I've always had these kinds of "abilities" because I accepted them in my life. Nobody could tell me that what was happening wasn't real or convince me that I wasn't having the experiences. If the adults didn't want to believe it, fuck them!

There was a time that I hung out with a whole bunch of like people, which was quite an experience. Lisa, Marie, Carol and Sheryl were on the fringes of that group, but only because of their lifestyle.

Though their lifestyle was accepted within the group, I don't think the four of them were overly comfortable with being in a group of straight people. It's too bad they couldn't accept the group's unconditional lack of judgment. We all accepted people for who they were, not what they did in their bedrooms.

They were just 4 ladies in the group, nobody gave a shit if they were gay or not. Quite honestly, nobody cared because there was a higher plane to which they wanted to ascend. That whole group is a story unto itself.

When Dee first came to live with me, she was seeing things that were happening with her mom all the time. She knew when Tara was going to call to a point that she almost picked up the phone before it rang. I saw it happen all the time, and after I gave her permission to call Tara at any time she wanted for as long as she wanted it seemed to increase that clairvoyance.

I find it to be extremely fascinating to be back into that kind of atmosphere with Dee and Tara, especially with the strong love we all have. Dee and I were meant for each other; it's one of those relationships that would have happened no matter where we had been located. It's also interesting that we were introduced while she was so young, and those depths of love were never diminished in her. Chasing her mother kept me close and I think somehow that was also meant to be.

Tara and I did sleep together fairly regularly, but we weren't an "item" at any time. I knew I loved her, and I knew she loved me, but as she said, it just didn't feel right and the reason is, what was right was Deanna.

Honestly, I think she knew it all along which is why she had no real hard issue leaving her with me. She knew that our love would grow and that consummating that love was only going to be a small part of our development. Dee is so secure, then at times so insecure, as she was with the story of Marie, but she's willing to allow Marie or Lisa into our lives knowing that there was and is very strong emotional ties between the three of us.

I think Dee sees that she can only be more secure in her love and our relationship if she allows things like that to happen knowing that I'll always be with her. Kind of like that old saying, "If you love something, turn it loose. If it comes back it's truly yours," or something like that.

I cannot imagine life without Dee at this point. I am totally devoted to her in every way. If Marie, or Lisa or anyone would come into our lives and wanted to rekindle past feelings, it wouldn't happen in the way it did in the past.

Yes. I would fuck Marie to within an inch of her life, mine too for that matter, but I'm forever Dee's. Marie would sense that immediately, so I have no worry about that. Lisa either. I kind of wonder every now and then if she's ever had intercourse with a man, but I very much doubt it.

If Lisa wanted to have intercourse this time, I believe that if it were a true desire to give that away, that I would accommodate her, very happily. I'd want Dee to be there to help and probably keep Marie occupied.

Tara's right though. I think that Dee would love both of those girls, and would love to sleep with either on occasion, especially Lisa. I think Lisa would take Dee places she never dreamed possible.

By societal standards, this is a strange arrangement indeed, but again, it works for all of us. I can't wait for Tara to be here with us all the time. Well, there's no choice, she's got another trip coming up.

The months of her final "vacation" went very quickly and once again Dee and I ferried Tara to the airport for one last long duration trip to Asia.

Tara's head was already at work before we got there, so she seemed a bit distant, but that helped with the emotions of leaving her daughter again, even though she knew Dee would be very well taken care of.

As we approached the security checkpoint we stopped to say our "seeya's" one last time. I thought Tara and Deanna would never stop their hug. Somehow I think this was the hardest departure of any so far. I guess knowing it was the last one and that in 12 or 14 months she'd be here permanently was an emotional mountain to climb.

With big tears in her eyes, Tara turned to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and basically collapsed.

"Take good care of my baby Tom," she sobbed into my ear.

"You know I will honey, you know I will. I can't wait to come to this airport one more time, next time. To pick you up and take you to our home, a home you won't have to leave like this ever again."

"Oh Tom. That sounds so damned good. I almost want to say fuck it and just turn around and stay."

"You know you are welcome to do that if that's what you want Tara. You do not have to leave on our account."

"I know, I know. But I made a commitment to the company that I'd do one more stint before 'cashing out'. By doing this, I may be able to cash out in an even better position, as much as I would rather not; it's not about the money anymore, it's about life, love, you and Dee. The money is already there."

At this point Dee joined our hug and there were tears around. She held our hands for a moment, kissed each of us quickly and without looking back, went to the security line and proceeded on the last trip, emotionally probably the longest of her career.

Tara was having a difficult time holding it together as she did the usual TSA security checks. Purse. Carryon. Laptop.

The officer swabbed everything as required and just smiled at Tara looking for any of the "identifying signs" they look for. We all know that they're professional psychologists, so they know exactly what's happening. NOT! They're a fucking joke, but that's a soapbox issue for some other time.

Tara's so sick of this crap. Happy that it may be safer to fly, but unconvinced after seeing what she is able to "smuggle" through the checks. Nothing toxic, dangerous or illegal, but thing's TSA would not appreciate having passed through their checks without detection. See the comment above about fucking joke. There it is, times two!

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At the end of the table she waits for the x-ray machine to spit out all of her things, including her shoes, so that she can at least continue to the gate or one of the bars between here and there.

Her mind begins to wander aimlessly through life as she waits for the call to board. It should only be another 10 minutes or so and I certainly don't need another drink, she thinks to herself. With that, she picks up her things and moves on towards the gate for boarding.

Being in 1st class she'll be called first and be able to settle into her seat and be ready. The cabin attendant will bring her the customary drink before take-off.

She's tired today. They all stayed up "playing" much too late last night, but it would be the last night for her in close to a year if not a little more. The project should be finished in 10 months or less, but there are always loose ends that need to be tied and strings that need to be routed to the proper places so that the changeover is seamless.

The Asians seem to be very ready to take over the operation and she has found a couple of extremely competent "replacements" so she doesn't have any ill feelings about leaving the company at the end of this project thinking to herself, "I earned my fucking money on this project."

She'd been training the persons who were going to take over for her for the past two years. She would make sure they were ready and in less than six months turn it all over to them permanently. That way she'd be there for six to eight months for them to ask questions, and deal with any parts of the program they didn't completely understand. Since it was a build cycle every six weeks there would be plenty of cycles for them to manage. Hell, they do it while she's gone on vacation, and she's never heard any negative feedback about that.

Almost as soon as she sat in the waiting area the call for 1st class passengers came across the loud speaker so Tara gathered her things and walked over to the gates entrance.

Recognizing the cabin attendant, she smiled and greeted her with, "Well, hello Julianne, I see we fly together again."

"Hi Tara, how are you doing today?"

"Mixed, I'll explain once were in the air, I know you're busy now. I'm in 3A so stop by when you can."

"I'll do that. 3A is 1st class – I'm working first class again today, so depending, we can have a good chat," she said looking directly into Tara's eyes, then whispering only so Tara can hear, "I'm on the whole flight this time. Christ, it's over seventeen and a half hours, I'm sure we can find some time."

Tara laughed out loud at that, smiled and nodded to Julianne, then continued towards the plane. This is going to be an interesting flight – Julianne is always fun. Dee's been asking when she'll visit again.

Finding her seat and stowing her carryon things Tara started settling in for the long flight to Asia. One of the other attendants came by to get the drink order from her and returned almost immediately with her beverage.

First class is the only way to go Tara thought. I can't imagine flying over seventeen and a half hours without being able to stretch out. The last time over she was the only person flying in first class so she had pretty much the run of the place. Julianne had been the attendant for that flight and they had had hours to talk. It was a non-stop gab session, when Tara was awake.

She was starting to feel the effects from the 2 drinks she had already consumed and now number 3 was sitting in front of her. If she wasn't careful, she'd sleep the whole flight, but with the exception of missing a good chat with Julianne she could use the rest.

Tom and Dee had worn her ragged last night. Her pussy was still a little tender from the work out and now, just thinking about last night, she is starting to get a little damp.

Tara adjusted her seat back a bit, closed her eyes and tried to relax a little until take off. Flying always made her nervous, but she didn't know why because she really enjoyed going places.

The alcohol was working its relaxation exercise and Tara drifted off to na-na land before the cabin door was even closed.



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Chapter 17: Tara's Dream - The Nightmare Begins


Sitting at the bar with her face between her hands, Tara sobbed quietly not quite knowing what to do next.

She'd just taken her only child off to live with relatives in order to keep her safely away from her father who the police were very actively searching for. She came to this place because it's a place that he would never enter.

He'd abused her and her daughter for the last time.

That afternoon he'd come home from his part time job, drunk off his ass as usual, and started slapping Tara around. Tara was used to that treatment, they'd been married for a little over 7 years and about 2 years ago he seemed to slip off the deep end when his hi-tech job was ostensibly eliminated. She learned later, they had to get rid of him because of his attitude towards coworkers, especially female ones. He'd become too much of a liability.

Yelling at her at the top of his lungs, he pushed her down to the floor and started to tear at her clothes, ripping the blouse she was wearing and tearing the light shorts. Their daughter had come into the room and started to scream at him to stop.

"Stop it daddy. You're hurting Mommy. What are you doing?" she screamed at him.

It was when he started going after the youngster that her mother had finally had enough. She jumped up and grabbed for the phone dialing 911 just as he gave up chasing the youngster and falling down over himself, his equilibrium being toast as usual.

As the emergency operator came on the line, he slapped the phone away from Tara and started hollering and beating on her with his fists.

"Who you callin' you fuckin' cunt? Huh? I'm going to beat you to within an inch of your slut life."

Fortunately the phone had just hit the couch and rested there without disconnecting, so the emergency operator had heard what was going on and because of the reverse address facility she knew exactly where the call was coming from and the name of the "owner of the number." She had already dispatched the local Sheriff and informed them the guy in the house was very violent and could possibly be armed.

He must have had an idea about the call because suddenly he screamed death threats at Tara and his daughter and could be heard by the operator to be smashing things inside the house. The operator didn't know if he had killed the victims or not. There were no other voices in the house except his and the smashing of furniture and other items. It was all on the 911 tape that was to be used as evidence, but by the time the Officers arrived he'd run out the back door and out of the yard. He was on the run.

Surprisingly, Tara was not badly injured physically in the melee but emotionally she was a basket case. The young girl had barricaded herself into her bedroom with a baseball bat so she was untouched. The officer's report noted that he had no doubt that the youngster would have used it to defend herself.

Tara declined medical treatment as the officers radioed for backup, gave a description of the "suspect", issued an "All Points Bulletin" and took all the appropriate statements.

As things were wrapping up the telephone rang and the officer and Tara looked at each other. Tara gingerly picked up the telephone after the officer started his recorder. She placed it sideways between the police officer and herself managed to croak a, "Hello?"

"You're dead cunt," came through the receiver. "I'm going to make sure you never see another sunrise you two bit piece of shit, you and that slut daughter of ours. Some way, some day I'll hunt you down and slit your fucking throats."

Tara didn't even bat an eye, which shocked the hell out of the witnessing officer. He had actually managed to record most of the verbal assault.

There was still heavy breathing coming from the phone, and then the sounds of something being smashed, some yelling by someone and then the phone went dead.

At that point Tara decided to take Deanna, to a distant cousin's place for safekeeping, until there was no danger to her, she would be hidden away where he could never find her. So after a couple phone calls and Dee packing a bunch of her clothes and other things they both left in the car for the 2-hour drive. She had an unmarked police escort for the entire trip up and back to make sure there were no problems.

In the meantime there was a massive search going on for Tara's soon-to-be-ex-husband. The noises they had heard just prior to the phone going dead was an officer confronting and making an arrest attempt, but the officer wasn't prepared. He was nearly killed by Tara's husband, and when found by another officer; the search became even more earnest. Not only had he beaten his wife, threatened his daughter, then made death threats to his wife and daughter with an officer listening, he had assaulted and nearly killed a Sheriffs deputy and was now seriously on the run.

When she returned from hiding Dee away at her relatives, she knew she couldn't go home or anywhere near there.

She tried to think of a place she could go that he'd never even try to look for her, and remembered a couple of the women at work talk about a bar about 25 minutes away, so she drove in that direction. It wasn't in any part of town where he'd be likely to be, plus the bar was for gays and if he was anything he was a homophobe so she would be safe in there.

She had packed a backpack with some clothes and toiletries so she parked the car about 2 blocks from the bar, grabbed the backpack and nearly ran to the bar. It was getting dark so the chances that he'd see her if he were anywhere in the neighborhood was slim. But she had nowhere to go.

Tara entered the bar and sat down at the far end of the long wooden bar, and tried to stop shaking. Taking out her wallet and putting her credit card on the bar ordered 2 drinks and slammed one of them as soon as the bartender put it in front of her.

"Something wrong sweetheart?" he asked quietly not wanting to draw any more attention to Tara than she'd already drawn.

"No. Thanks," Tara mumbled shaking. "I'm ok. I'll be ok."

Now sitting at the bar with her face between her hands, Tara sobbed quietly, not quite knowing what to do next.

She'd just sent her only child off to live with relatives to keep her safe from her father who the police were searching for. She came to this place because it's a place that he would never enter...

"Hey, hon," she heard a soft voice, "I haven't seen you here before, and I'm here a lot, you new in the neighborhood?"

Tara looked up at the voice with her tear stained face and just broke down. She put her arms around the stranger, buried her face in her chest, and openly cried like a baby.

The stranger just held on and let Tara cry it out.

She felt very soft and was whispering calming things into her ear as Tara sobbed uncontrollably. For what seemed like hours, but was probably only 5 or 10 minutes, the world was centered on those arms surrounding her so firmly.

The whole time the stranger was calmly comforting her, holding Tara tightly.

The bartender came over with a dry towel and set it on the table where Tara's drinks had been set, and whispered into her ear that, "it's going to be ok young lady, Marie's got you."

Tara started to stir in the firm embrace so the stranger lessened her hold a bit to allow Tara to move and do whatever it was she was going to do.

Tara looked into the stranger's eyes, and thanked her profusely for letting her "be emotional".

"It's ok sweetie," said the stranger. You obviously have a problem, and I'm here to listen. My name is Marie by the way, what's yours?"

"Tara. My name's Tara," she said quietly to Marie as she sat down at the table and related the whole story.

Everything. She didn't leave anything out. She needed to talk it out and Marie was a willing listener.

Then the story ended at the bar with, "So here I am. No place to go. No body to call, and scared to death to go outside for fear he'll be there. Oh Marie, what am I going to do?"

"Don't worry hon, we'll take care of you and keep you safe. Let me make a quick phone call and we can get you to a safe place to hang out for as long as you need."

With that Marie stood up, and when Tara looked up with a look of sheer panic, put her hand on her shoulder and shushed her quietly telling her, "I'm only going to the bar to get the phone, hon, I'll be back in a flash."

The bartender had eavesdropped and had the phone on the bar ready for her. "You going to call Tom?" he asked.

"Yeah, he's not working tonight, obviously. He'll not only know what to do, but how to do it, and he'll also drop everything and come to help. Pity the bastard if he's anywhere around here. Tom will tear him up and spit him out. He hates woman abusers, and this one has a child that was threatened and abused. Tom will go fucking ballistic."

Tara had overheard the conversation and as Marie walked back to the table with the phone, looked at her with a questioning look. The fear in her eyes was apparent to Marie as she set the phone on the table and put her hand on Tara's arm for reassurance. "Just relax Tara, everything will be fine. I'm going to call one of my roommates to come over and help us out. We'll get you to a safe place and trust me, that cocksucker who beat you up had best not be anywhere around because Tom will have him for lunch!"

"My husbands a pretty large and powerful man Marie. I'm not sure one guy can handle him alone. He's already almost killed a policeman."

Marie smiled softly and calmly explained, "Tom's a former Navy SEAL Tara, I've seen him tear into 10 or more guys at one of the local gang riots and when he was done he kept looking around for more, daring any of them to 'come on down'. None did!"

Tara looked at her skeptically, but nodded her head in understanding.

"I don't know exactly what he did in the Navy Tara, but I know it wasn't pretty. He won't or can't talk about it, so he doesn't. And you'd think he was..."

"Tom? Marie. Hey man, I'm down at the club and have a new friend that needs some help. Yeah, yeah, I know. I'm serious Tommy, I really need you to come down and listen to her story. We need to help her out and if things don't go well, it'll require some of your 'special skills'." Those words signaled Tom that Marie was serious. She'd never used that term without warrant.

"Ok. See you in a bit. And Tom, as usual, thanks - I owe ya!"

Marie hung up the phone and picked up where she'd left off. "You'd think he'd be a rowdy, mean type of person, but Tara, he has to be one of the nicest, most mellow, gentle men I've ever known – And I kinda don't have much use for guys."

When Tara looked at her with a questioning look, Marie continued, "I'm bi-sexual Tara and prefer women because men are such pricks, but Tommy is different. He works here as a disk Jockey and I got to dancing with him and talking with him, and when my SO took off for what was supposed to be 6 weeks and turned out to be over 8 months, I asked him over for some 'recreation'. I have never regretted that invitation."

"He's the most caring, gentle, conscientious, lover I've ever known, and let me tell you, this guy could make a lot of money eating pussy," she signed with a chuckle. "Whew, he's really much better at it than Lisa!

"She hates it when I say that, but she knows. After watching Tom and me one evening, she went to him the next afternoon and got a sample, all afternoon! She won't have intercourse with him, but she'll let him eat her until the cows come home. Actually she'll let him do anything he wants with her except fuck her. Lisa NEVER let a man touch her like that before!"

"Who's Lisa?" asked Tara.

"Oh, I'm sorry hon, Lisa is my SO. She's 100% lesbian, but she's actually slept with Tom a quite a few times. No intercourse, but you should hear her scream!"

Tara was starting to blush at that comment, and Marie just chuckled to herself.

"Very special man Tara, I think you'll like him! But don't worry; he's not a pussy hound. He won't hassle you, though looking at you, he'll definitely look and I'm betting money he'll pop a stiffy!"

Now Tara was really getting red, but chuckled with Marie this time. She was starting to calm down a little and the barkeep had set out 2 more drinks, so she was working on number three. She didn't know it yet, but her credit was no good here - it was all on the house for this visit.

Marie asked her why she'd chosen this club to come to.

"My husband is such a homophobe that he'd never be caught dead in this place. He might burn it to the ground if he knew I was in here, but he probably wouldn't even get close enough to do that. He'd be afraid he'd 'catch gay' and start sucking dicks and butt fucking.

Marie's eyes got as big as saucers and she started laughing from the belly. That was the funniest thing she'd heard in a long time. "Catch gay?" Like it's some kind of virus?

About this time a guy walked into the bar and caught Marie's eye. "He's here," she whispered to Tara.

He walked over to the table, picked up a chair, turned it around backwards and before sitting gave Marie a very soft friendly kiss. As the kiss was ending, the bartender set down a drink on the table for the gentleman, and another for Tara and Marie.

Tara's mind went to that act in and of itself, and wondered out loud, "Where's the table service waitress?"

"Oh. She's over there," Tom said, embarrassing Tara that he'd heard her comment. It wasn't supposed to be out loud. "Marie has a way of commanding individual attention from the barkeep," he said chuckling at Frank.

"Hi. I'm Tom," he said offering Tara his hand.

Tara took and shook his hand and with a nervous smile said, "Hi, I'm Tara. It's nice to meet you."

"Oh trust me, the pleasure is all mine," said Tom with a smile. He might not be a pussy hound, but he recognized a beautiful woman when he saw one.

"So, What's up Marie? I'm guessing this beautiful woman is the new found friend that needs some kind of help." It almost sounded facetious, the way he asked, but it wasn't.

Marie gave him a twisted face kind of look, sticking out her tongue, to which Tom said, with a grin "Careful lady, I'll give you something to do with that!"

Marie didn't even try to relate the story but just asked Tara to tell the story again and apologized for her having to go through it again. Tom gave Marie a puzzling look and turned to give Tara his undivided attention.

Tara related the whole story again, stopping to choke on tears a few times, especially when she told Tom about having to give up her daughter until things settled down.

Tom was extremely attentive, only asked cursory questions during the story, and when Tara was finished, stood up and motioned for Tara to stand as well.

When Tara stood she started to cry again. Tom hugged her with an embrace that could only be described as tender, giving her back and her head gentle strokes while whispering words of assurance to her.

"It's going to be fine Tara. We'll take good care of you at the house. You can have my room for now and I'll just invade Marie and Lisa's bed until we can come up with an alternative."

When Tara looked up at him and started to question, he just put his finger to her lips and said, "Not to worry sweetheart. They won't complain, much," smiling at Marie.

"I hope that motherfucker is right outside waiting for us. He'll be screaming for the police to come save his useless ass and wish he'd given himself up to the cops!

"Tom. He's a very big man, and if he's been drinking he'll be sooooo mean. I don't want you getting hurt. I don't want that on my conscience also," she choked out as she started sobbing again.

Tom held her at arms length with his hands on her shoulders and waited for the crying to die down a little and with calm eyes and an even calmer voice said, "Look at me Tara." Tara raised her eyes to meet his and was instantly taken with the absolute calm she saw. "Do you see any worry or fear here?" Tom asked.

"No," Tara whimpered. "I see beautiful eyes. Very calm eyes. Eyes that can be ice cold if they need to be. But worry? Fear? No, not at all."

"Good, because trust me, there isn't any."

"Ok. Then when you're ready we'll get you over to the house and settled in. I'll let Lisa, Carol and Sheryl know what's up, and you'll just be one of the happy family!"

Tara started to give him a soft smile, and seeing that Tom leaned down and gave her a quick, light, chaste kiss and pointed Tara to her chair as he sat back down in his to finish his drink.

Conversation hit on a few light topics as time and drinks wore on. Tara was amazed and taken with the banter between Tom and Marie. It was obvious that they loved each other very much, but she said she had a lesbian SO.

She'd find out about all of that in time, but for now it was time to go.

Using a picture provided by Tara, Tom left the table to go outside to look around. The SEAL training had never diminished and crept into everything he did from taking a trip to the grocery store, to camping out in a National Park.

Marie and Tara continued with their conversation, but after about 30 minutes Tara started to become frightened. Marie sensed it in her voice and eyes, and assured her, "Tom is very thorough Tara. He's not going to let you go outside until he's cleared the entire area. Knowing him, he'll walk the entire parking lot and check every vehicle. Don't worry hon, you're in good hands"!

Tara gave her a nervous smile and thanked her. About this time Tom wandered back in the back door this time with a smile and said, "Let's go. Lot is clean."



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Chapter 18: Safety at the House - Still a Nightmare - TDpt2


He helped Tara with her bags and things and purposefully strode out the front door and put everything into a large van that he'd parked just outside the door.

After loading up they took the short ride to the house and put all of Tara's things into Tom's room. While Tom and Tara were getting things organized, Marie changed the sheets and pillowcases so that their guest would feel comfortable. Its not like Tom spends a lot of time in this particular bed but fresh sheets are always appropriate.

Tom cleared out a couple drawers in the dresser so she had room to put some of her things. He carried his down a couple doors into the room that Marie and Lisa shared.

Sheryl arrived from work followed shortly by Carol so the only one missing at this point was Lisa.

Marie gave them a short version of what was going on and said they'd all wait for Lisa so when Tara told her story again, she'd only have to tell it once.

Taking them aside while Tom distracted Tara, Marie let them know that it was a very emotional experience and if it could be avoided perhaps the story could wait for another day.

Suffice it to say that she was in fear for her life because of what her husband had said and done. It was probably best if all of them went on with life as usual and didn't mention that they had a new "roommate" for now. She did give them a bit more detail than the short version she gave them initially so they'd be more aware of the things that had happened earlier in the day.

Sheryl thoughtfully mentioned that if Tara wanted, she could bring Dee here so that they could be together.

Marie accepted the option, but asked that they leave that for now so Tara could just mellow out a little. She would be able to use the phone to talk to Dee as much as she needed, but a trip may not be in the works just yet.

When Lisa arrived home she looked around at all the activity and let out a very heavy sigh. She looked up at Tom and said, "Marie again?"

Tom grinned, nodded his head but said, "This one is for real. I don't know how she does this shit, but it happens. 'They' just seem to find her, but she found this one and I'm glad she did."

Tom gave Lisa a brief idea of what was going on, and Lisa, with a shocked look sank into the couch and said, "Wow. Are we going to be able to do this," but knew that with Tom here it would not be a real problem.

"Well manage sweetie. I've got some ideas but I need to work through them in my head before I go off half-cocked."

This worried Lisa a little, but Tom never went off half-cocked. Whatever it was would be completely thought out and well developed.

The "rest of the gang" came bouncing into the room and found places to sit around Lisa and Tom. Marie walked over to Lisa and planted a kiss of greetings on her lips, and turned to introduce Tara, but Tara, chuckling, had already taken a place near Lisa on the couch.

With the appropriate introductions being made, Tara went through her story once more eliciting looks of shock on the three faces that hadn't heard it yet.

The questions lined up, and the answers provided where they could be and Marie apologized to Tara for having to tell the story once again.

Tara mentioned that it was getting easier each time, and with a smile and a chuckle said, "Maybe you should bring in the neighbors one at a time so she could relate it to each."

That broke the tension and everyone laughed loudly and moved in for a "group hug" with Tara in the middle.

Marie had noticed Lisa's looks at Tara and smiled knowingly at Tom nodding her head just slightly so he'd notice as well.

Tom looked over, got a grin on his face and apparently couldn't resist giving Lisa a little ribbing, "Hey Lisa, You need a Kleenex?"

Lisa looked up at him and began to blush a little because she knew what he was referring to. She'd been caught lusting.

Tara looked around the room with a querying look, because at the comment everyone was chuckling and Lisa was blushing.

"I've been caught Tara," Lisa quietly said to the guest sitting next to her. "You are an extremely attractive woman, and I love girls." Lisa was grinning and it was Tara's turn to blush.

"Don't worry Tara," said Marie, "Lisa is harmless. Actually we're all pretty harmless. Tom's the only totally straight person in the house and there's a long story about that."

She was smiling widely and looking directly at Lisa who just let out a "Pffft" at the comment.

"Two timing bitch," Lisa snapped with a chuckle, obviously aimed at Marie.

Carol was looking around the room and said to Tara with a giggle, "We're all gay sweetie. Well at least Lisa was totally "girls only" until Tom moved in, but the rest of us are all Bi and we all prefer girls. All because men are such dorks, but Tom has been an exception and we've all slept with him at one point or other. Even Lisa, though she won't fuck him."

Tom added quickly, "Which is totally ok. Lisa has taught me to love a woman physically without intercourse. From a guys perspective it's interesting and honestly, with Lisa, it's great without. For a lez, she's quite a woman!"

Lisa was really turning red and everyone noticed and chuckled.

"Well, it's true Lisa," said Sheryl. We all love Tom and he's the only man I've had in years. I love being filled with a man, but can't stand the shit that goes a long with it. If I could find another Tom I'd probably go back the other way."

Carol was nodding her head at that, and added, "Me too."

"Tom is a very unusual man," Marie commented quietly, "That's what drew me to him, and made me ask him over."

With a melancholy voice, "I hadn't had a man in about three years. Only Lisa. And I love Lisa incredibly, but like Carol and Sheryl, I do enjoy being filled by a man."

She looked around the room, and each of the girls and Tom were nodding their heads slowly. Lisa shifted in her seat a little nervously. They'd all heard the story before.

"When I first met Tom, it was just dancing." She sighed heavily and looked directly into Tom's eyes.

"He was different. He didn't try to maul me or sneak "feels" while we were dancing slowly. He was a complete and total gentleman." Another heavy sigh.

"As time went on, I'd make sure I was there on the nights he worked so we could dance."

"I worked with a partner," interjected Tom. "He didn't have any problem at all with me "leaving station" to go dance with the guests. We were asked to "work the crowd" during our entertainment and he is a bit homophobic. He's funny!!!"

"Over the first month, we danced as often as we could and he would sit with me and we'd talk. I told Lisa about it," looking at Lisa, "and she just played it off for a while, 'Marie just being Marie again', but I think she was a bit nervous about losing me to a man."

Lisa nodded her head, and Tara could see a tear forming in the corner of her eyes.

"Lisa got a call from her Aunt and after the call told me that she was going to have to leave for a while to take care of one of her parents."

Lisa was starting to choke up at this point but added, "I was scared to death that I'd come back to an empty bed and that Marie would have taken up with Tom. It was almost unbearable, but I had to go. I didn't tell her until later, but I knew I'd be gone at least six weeks. Shit, I didn't plan on being gone over 8 months."

"The day after Lisa left I went to the club and danced with Tom all night. Well at least as much as he dared considering he was "working". Just before closing I asked him if he had any plans for after work."

At this point, Marie and Lisa locked eyes and both were tearing up as the memories were refreshed. It had been a very stressful time for Lisa and Marie was in a quandary for a period of time.

Taking a deep breath, Marie continued, "He didn't, so I asked him if he'd like to meet me after work and 'come over to my place'. He looked at me kind of strangely and asked about Lisa, but I just shrugged it off for the moment. He didn't need to know she was gone for a while. I still wasn't sure what I really wanted to happen – Well, I knew what I really wanted to happen, but I wasn't sure where it would fit into life."

You could tell the conversation was an emotional issue for both Lisa and Marie, but Marie continued, "So about ten after two Tom came out and followed me over here, parked his truck and we hugged and traded kisses outside. Holding his hand I led him into the house with dragging him to the bedroom in mind, but as we went through the door he immediately came here and plopped down on the couch. Carol and Sheryl were here watching a movie and when he just plopped I didn't quite know how to take that. Was it rejection?"

"I didn't know what she had in mind," Tom stated, "I knew she was a gay woman, and didn't quite know why she would ask me to her home. Well, I knew she was Bi, but I also knew she didn't particularly care for men."

Marie gave a shy smile at that, and then continued on, "Carol and Sheryl didn't quite know how to handle the invasion so they just got up and went to bed. Tom and me sat in the living room, had a couple of beers and talked. I knew what I wanted and it was him to take me to bed and screw my brains out. He was so different. So, 'not the usual guy'."

"When I asked him if he would like to stay the night he gave me a surprised look, which I guess I could understand, considering."

"I really wasn't sure what I wanted to do at this point. I am a guy. There are times the smaller head takes over, but I try very hard to keep that under control." Ha. Inadvertent pun.

"Which was one of the big attractions for me," Marie immediately interjected. "He didn't come off as one of those testosterone laden guys that got a 'deer in the headlights' look when the possibility of pussy came to him."

"As I asked him, I kissed him."

"Man. Did she kiss me," Tom interjected with a sigh. I'll never forget that kiss if I live to be 100."

Marie blushed at that, but continued with her story.

"I made it very plain to him that I wanted to have sex with him and that I hoped that it wouldn't be a one night stand kind of deal, but that remained to be determined."

"When he finally agreed, I literally dragged him into my bedroom, closed the door and somewhat attacked him."

Tom started to laugh at that. "Attack? Is what you call it? I figure I'd describe it as an out and out rape, but as they say, 'You can't rape the willing'. It was pretty intense that first time, and I just let it happen the way she wanted."

Marie spoke up again, "Yeah. I guess you could say I raped him. I just knew that I was hungry for a cock and because of my peripheral feelings for him; it was going to be his. Period! I have to admit, there was nothing tender or loving about the very first time. It was a fuck, plain and simple but we did make very passionate love later. When we were done we rolled over and went to sleep."

Tom picked it up for a while, "When I woke the next morning, or was it afternoon? I'm not sure, but I knew we didn't go to sleep until at least 5am, so there wasn't much sleeping done that night. But when I woke up, I had my arm around Marie and she had her leg over mine and we'd been sleeping like that."

Marie was quite pink at this point, "Yeah. I was pretty worn out, but feeling extremely content. I guess I could be described as a 'well fucked woman'."

"I had my usual 'morning boner' so I untangled and made it to the bathroom to relive the pressure, then wandered back into the bedroom. Marie had awakened in between and was sitting on an elbow and a pillow."

"G'mornin' sailor," she said. "You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

I thought to myself, how the hell did she know I was a sailor? I never talk about my military time and my tattoos aren't 'service related'." So I just replied, "G'mornin' beautiful. How are you this fine morning?"

"Wonderful," she said with a big smile. "Absolutely wonderful, thank you very much. How about you?"

"I'm doing great Marie. That was the best sex I've had in a long, long time, but it was just that. Sex. I'm not one that generally goes for that, but I knew it was what you needed so that's what we did."

Marie wasn't sure how to take that at first because of her past experience with men. Getting their dick wet was just about all that mattered, but this one was questioning what we'd done.

"Let's take a quick shower Tom. Then we can talk a bit."

"Ok, and we took a long, hot, rejuvenating shower. She washed me completely and I made sure I washed her thoroughly. Of course, I made sure that I spent an appropriate time giving attention to appropriate body parts," Tom said with a big grin on his face.

Marie laughed at that statement. "Oh yeah. He cleaned me up really well. Shit. By the time we got out of the shower I was so hot to trot, I really had to stifle myself considering his earlier comment."

"We put on a couple robes and made it down to the kitchen to make some coffee and when we'd poured a cup apiece went back and sat on the bed."

"When I looked at Marie I could tell she was a bit nervous about what I wanted to 'talk about'. I think she was afraid she'd scared me off and because I was a 'nice guy' I was trying to let her down easy."

"Yeah, that's exactly what I was thinking. I'd blown it because I was so fucking horny for a man I'd really gone out of control, and this guy seemed like he was always in control of himself. We had 'made love', but it was, I guess you could say rushed."

"Rushed?" Tom commented with a chuckle. "The first time was just a down and dirty fuck. The second was a bit slower and mellower, but she didn't find out about me until later."

At this point, Tom stood up and walked over to Marie and with both hands gestured for her to stand up. When she put her hands in his, he pulled her up to stand in front of him. He looked her directly in the eyes, leaned down and kissed her, but it was the hug that was significant. It was nothing but tender and loving. Without a sound, he mouthed to her, "I love you."

Marie gave a nervous smile, nodded her head and leaned in on Tom's chest and they stood that way for a few minutes before they gave each other a peck on the lips and resumed their positions on the couch and chair.

"When I saw the look on Marie's face, I almost had to laugh, but I knew that wasn't the reaction that she needed at the moment, so I stifled and told her, 'it's not what you think Marie. I'm not going to run away'."

"I think the dam burst at that point because she just started to sob, moved to hold me, and kept saying, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm sorry Tom, I'm so sorry, over and over."

"Marie, there's nothing to be sorry about. Really. You had a need last night honey, well, this morning, and we did what we needed to do to fill that need. I already told you it was the best sex I've had in years. You are a very passionate woman, and I like that. A lot!"

"But I have to admit, I want more than just sex with you. It may seem strange to you, but I have a little different concept of physical love than most guys you've probably met."

"That's why I brought you home," whispered Marie.

"I know sweetheart, and again, you had a need and we filled it. But I have a need also. I'd like to fulfill that need and do it with you."

Marie started to chuckle at that one, and everyone was looking at her for a continuation. "He told me that physical love, sex or whatever you want to call it is very special between a man and a woman, especially if there are any true feelings between them. A fuck is a fuck and at times that's what's called for, but he likes to take his time, savor a woman's body, and slowly, very slowly make love."

Then she chuckled, "Insanely slow," eliciting chuckles from all the other women in the room.

She looked over at Tom very tenderly and took Lisa's hand in hers while she continued with the story.

"He said that he'd developed some true feelings for me, and he knew that I had feelings for him, though I was torn because of Lisa."

Looking directly into Lisa's eyes, she whispered, "But he said that in anything we ever did or felt for each other he would NOT come between Lisa and me. You have to understand too, that up to that time Lisa had been pretty cold towards Tom when we were at the club because I'd always dance with him. She could sense I was developing a very strong attraction towards him, and she felt threatened."

Lisa was nodding her head and whispered, "I was scared to death that I was losing Marie. She's the love of my life, my mate, my everything, and I felt her slipping away."

Lisa started a gentle weep and Tara leaned in and hugged her close.

Tara began to caress her softly while whispering loving things to Lisa, to which Lisa turned and looked Tara straight in the eyes, leaned over and kissed her softly whispering, "Thank you Tara."

With a short pause in the story Carol stood up and asked anyone if they wanted something to drink, took orders and moved off into the kitchen with Sheryl. Even though they'd been part of the story, they were all there to support Tara this morning.

While they were in the kitchen, they also sliced up some cheese, meats, and pickles, essentially making a "munchies" tray and set it on the table in front of everyone with the drinks.

"To kind of make a long story short, over the months that we'd been dancing and talking, Tom and I had fallen in love with each other."

"It wasn't planned. It wasn't something either one of us were looking for. She had a partner already, and I wasn't really ready to settle in for reasons that aren't important." Tom didn't know that Marie had already mentioned some of his military background to Tara so he assumed she didn't know. "It just happened. And now, more than a year down the road, we both have a proper perspective on the relationship. We still love each other very intensely, but Lisa is a very important component in Marie's life and I still remind them both that I will not be a wedge between them."

Both Marie and Lisa were teary at this point, but Lisa was holding Tara lovingly, which didn't escape anyone's attention. Tom and Marie looked at each other affectionately and Marie got up and moved over to the chair sitting on Tom's lap. Lisa looked up, noticed the switch, and gave them a smile going back to holding Tara.

"We worked on our coffee and were holding hands while feeling our emotions, but Tom broke the ice when he said he wanted to make love to me."

There was a warm smile and a tender kiss traded while Marie leaned her head into Tom's chest.

"He said he had a request to make which might seem a little strange, but since I was a bi-sexual woman I could help him out."

"I know there is no way that a guy can stimulate a woman the same as another woman. We just don't know all the spots, how to get to them and to be honest, most guys really don't give a damn. They're happy if their woman moans a little, moves her ass around and doesn't complain when he 'comes too soon then rolls over and goes to sleep' so she has to finish herself off. Sorry, but to me, that's not cool."

Tara noticed that all the women in the room, including Lisa, nodded their heads at that statement.

"So I asked Marie to teach me. I wanted to know as much about how a woman turned on another woman as she could teach me, understanding that there are things that a man just can't relate to."

"I didn't have a problem with that," Marie replied. "Any man who wants to learn how to please his woman is a good man in my opinion. But that said, it's really up to each woman to teach their man what they like and insist they receive the same kind of pleasure they give."

"Ha!" Tom interjected, "I get more pleasure pleasing my woman than I sometimes get from the intercourse part. Lisa taught me how to make love to a woman without intercourse. If I understand the stories correctly, I'm really the first male that Lisa has allowed touch her in a seductive way. Even in school she knew she was a lesbian and rarely ever even held hands with a boy."

Lisa nodded her head slowly with a contemplative look on her face and went back to stroking Tara's thigh. It was obvious that Tara didn't object, and that she would probably fit in with the rest very easily, but they all knew Tara would leave as soon as she could to be with her daughter. Dee was the most important thing in her life, and it was tearing her apart to be separated, but until the police locked up her husband she was not going to take any chances.

For now, she very much enjoyed Lisa's attention.

"Anyway, that's another part of the story."

"I let him seduce me his way," Marie said with a heavy sigh. "Oh my god, this man can love. He drove me up the wall, many times, got me right to that edge but wouldn't let me fall over and it went on for what seemed like hours. When he finally did let me fall over the edge I had the most intense orgasm I'd ever had in my life up to that point. Then he started all over again."

"As I said," Tom said smiling, "I truly enjoy pleasing a woman. I want her to come as many times as she can. I can only go a couple times in a day, though I'll proudly admit to 4 times one day with both Marie and Lisa." Both women blushed deeply, and Lisa whispered she'd tell that story later and Marie just grinned.

"I probably had four or five orgasms before he started allowing me to please him. I have to admit that I've never really been much for pleasing a man, but after what he'd just done to me, I would have stuck my head up his ass and wiggled my ears, if that's what he wanted me to do. I'd probably done maybe three blow-jobs in my life, but I couldn't wait to get that cock in my mouth, down my throat and taste his sperm."

"And she did," chuckled Tom. "It was obvious that she hadn't had a lot of practice at it, but it was ok. She'd agreed to teach me, so I returned the favor and instructed her on how to do a proper blow-job."

The whole room exploded with laughter at that point, even Marie, who was so red her face and upper torso looked like an oversized strawberry.

"Hey Marie," chided Sheryl, "Why don't you give us an example of your newfound skills"?

"Marie shot her a look that would have knocked down King Kong if he'd been in the room."

Sheryl mockingly pulled back with "fear" on her face, but at that point Lisa looked at Marie and asked quietly, "Trade places?"

Marie kissed Tom tenderly but lightly on the lips, smiled at him and traded places with Lisa, taking Tara in her arms and kissing her tenderly. Tara was obviously enjoying the attention, and though nothing forgotten, had calmed markedly since her arrival. Perhaps the food and drink, but definitely the company and the conversations had worked their magic.

Carol and Sheryl both looked at each other with surprised looks, as it wasn't often that Lisa showed any affection towards Tom "publicly", though they all knew that she slept with him on occasion. Trading places with Marie was not something they would have expected.

If they were surprised at the move, the next action totally shocked them. Marie knew what was up, but the rest had no clue. Lisa was very turned on.

Lisa leaned in and very sensuously kissed Tom. You could tell by their increased breathing that both were becoming very aroused but where most activities such as this between a man and a woman would provoke almost immediate groping, there was none. Just tender caresses, a gentle lip lock and a sensuous game of tongue tag.

It was actually Lisa who took one of Tom's arms, moved it so that she could hold his hand and moved it slowly but deliberately to one of her breasts.

When Tom's hand met with Lisa's breast, she let out a very loud moan, broke off their kiss and moved to whisper something into Tom's ear that that was imperceptible to the rest. Tom moved his face to look into her eyes, and you could barely hear him respond, "You sure"?

She nodded her head, and started the kiss anew.

Marie whispered to Tara, "I guess the story will be interrupted for a short time. It's ok. Actually the story of Tom and I is very worth waiting for. I keep telling him that he should write it all down into some kind of erotic story, but as yet he hasn't done it.

All eyes and attention in the room were on Tom and Lisa.

Carol and Sheryl had moved closer together and started some gentle caressing of their own, but they were riveted to the action in the chair. It was incredibly rare to see Lisa this unabashed, especially with a man.

Sitting with Tara and caressing her gently, Marie whispers, "This will be interesting. She'll never admit to it, but Lisa loves Tom a lot. I mean a lot!"

Tara looked at Marie with wide surprised eyes, "Really? But she's lesbian."

Whispering still so that nobody else could hear them, "Yeah, but she's still a woman. She's never had a man make love to her the way Tom is willing to. She's always so worried about her goddamned virginity. Bitch'll die a virgin, but if that's what makes her happy, who am I to say? I don't particularly like men, but I love a good cock, and believe me, Tom has a great cock and he does know how to use it!"

With that she gave a quiet chuckle then turned to watch the unfolding show.

Lisa and Tom are squirming with each other. She'd managed to move into a position where she could massage Tom's manhood while he manipulated her nipples and breasts with both hands and lips. She'd already bitten his shoulder and left a good mark, which Marie knows means she's already had at least one orgasm and he hasn't even worked on her sex yet.

This is going to be very interesting indeed, Marie thought to herself. I wonder if she'll let him fuck her tonight. I guess we'll see!

Lisa had already started undoing Tom's pants, and was desperately trying to figure out how she was going to get them off while sitting in the chair without interrupting those things he was doing to her.

In the meantime, Marie had gotten up and walked over to the hall closet. Tara watched as she moved and couldn't help but lust at Marie's fine ass. God she's sexy, Tara thought.

Marie was struggling with something in the closet, so Tara quietly got up and went over to help finding that Marie was trying to pull a futon mattress from the small room.

With help they both made very short work of removing the queen sized "bed" then dragging it across the floor and unrolling it right in front of the chair that Tom and Lisa were occupying.

When that was done they moved the coffee table out of the way and resumed their spot on the couch. Looking into each other's eyes, they kissed very passionately, put their arms around each other and turned to watch the show.

By this time Lisa had noticed the mattress on the floor in front of the chair, had moved to kneel in front of the chair, and was tugging on Tom's pants. He raised his hips to assist her in removing the covering and once removed she immediately attacked the boxers he was also wearing.

Because of his erection, she had to work very carefully, but in very short order had Tom dressed only in his T-Shirt.

Marie chuckled and moved over to the end table opening the small drawer and removing a small plastic container. As she moved back to Tara she tossed the plastic bottle in such a way it hit Lisa on the ass. Lisa jumped a little at the intrusion, but when she saw what it was, looked up at Marie with love in her eyes, and mouthed "Thank you" without a sound.

"Astroglide," she whispered to Tara with a smile.

Tara just got a grin on her face and whispered facetiously, "How thoughtful!" To which they both chuckled.

Lisa had taken some of the slippery liquid on to her hands and was gently stroking Tom's cock slowly. Tom just laid his head back on the chair and moaned.

"Come down here big boy," Lisa quietly said to her captive.

Tom didn't have to be asked twice and slowly, moved down to the mattress where he stood on his knees in front of Lisa.

Lisa hadn't missed a beat and with him kneeling in front of her was still gently and slowly caressing up and down his erection.

Tom removed his shirt, and leaned down to kiss Lisa. If there was ever to be a training film for kids on kissing, it should have been shot that morning of that kiss.

Tara's panties were getting so wet she was starting to squirm in her chair.

"Take them off," whispered Marie, "Nobody here cares, and besides I think all of us want to see that beautiful body you have hidden in those clothes."

Tara looked a little surprised, but Marie started to remove her pants and panties and then her small top so in a flash, Marie was as naked as the day she was born.

Nervously, Tara started to slowly remove her clothes with shaky hands. Marie noticed how nervous she was and leaned in kissing her tenderly on the lips then moved her mouth down to Tara's neck, and started to very seductively work over Tara's upper extremities.

Tara was starting to breathe heavily and as her panties slid down her legs, she noticed how wet they were.

Marie hadn't missed that either, but controlled her urge to immediately feel and taste Tara. Slooooowwww!

Tara was slowly starting to get into the whole thing and was undoing the buttons on Marie's blouse as she kissed her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her ears and was trailing her mouth and tongue down her neck and shoulders on to her throat. Each button exposed more of Marie's body to Tara and she kissed and licked each space that was becoming bare as she worked the buttons.

Marie was gently encouraging the whole process and when the last button had been undone, she pulled the blouse from it's entrapment in her pants and as Tara was licking her belly button shrugged it off of her shoulders exposing her entire chest to Tara's hungry mouth.

Now the only one in the room that still had any clothes on was Lisa, and Tom was seductively working on removing them.

As Lisa gently stroked his rigid dick, he kissed her lips, moved to her cheeks, eyes, nose, ears and began to kiss and lick down her neck knowing her neck was one of those very sensitive erogenous zones on Lisa's body.

Lisa moaned loudly as his tongue worked its way down her neck and as he removed her silky white top moved his tongue across her shoulders.

Her breathing was coming in gasps while she became more and more aroused at Tom's ministrations. He had removed her bra and was gently working her breasts with hands and mouth, taking her petite nipples into his mouth and licking, sucking and working her into frenzy.

"Oh god, Tom. I'm going to come again," moaned Lisa.

"Come for me baby doll. Bring it to daddy," he replied very quietly. "Don't hold it back. Everyone here wants you to come sweetie. Give it to me."

All the talk was too much for Lisa and she grabbed Tom around the neck and pulled herself tightly against his body as she started to spasm intensely giving out a couple loud squeaks, and as she let out her breath it was total collapse. Tom was holding her tightly, but tenderly whispering sweet suggestive nothings into her ear.

About this time Carol and Sheryl both reached their peaks and both were moaning unabashedly, ignoring the fact they were in a room full of naked bodies.

Tara looked at Marie, who just shook her head a little and smiled at her new friend.

Tara put her hand behind Marie's neck and pulled her into an intense kiss, slipping her tongue into Marie's mouth and nipping her bottom lip.

When the kiss was broken, Marie saw nervous lust in Tara's eyes as she continued to give her loving little pecks on the face.

"I've never done this with a woman," Tara gasped to Marie, "But I'm so turned on I can't help myself."

"It's ok hon, you just do whatever feels good to you. I'll just give you back whatever it is you do, and we'll work it out if that's what you want to do."

Tara was lost. She began kissing Marie in a way that could only be described as sexy. She was so hot to go, it was almost too intense.

Nobody had noticed that Tom and Lisa, after hearing Sheryl and Carols moans, had decided to just sit back against the chair, take a short break themselves and watch the show they had started.

Carol and Sheryl were both relaxing coming down from their mutual orgasms, holding each other closely while they moved a bit to get a better view of what was taking place on the other couch. They'd all heard Tara admit to Marie she'd never had another woman and all knew inside that Marie was the best person in the house to take that ball and run with it. Marie was an insanely patient lover, most of the time, but was also the most tender, gentle lover of the four of them, so to watch Marie with a "virgin" was going to be fun.

Marie was allowing Tara to devour her mouth and was steering her hands towards her breasts to move things further. She intuitively knew that Tara needed this kind of release after the day's experiences, and knew if it was her choice it would be Tom she would make love to, but Tom was preoccupied so that seduction would have to wait for another time.

Tara moved herself up to take a breast in her mouth and began slowly licking around the aureole aiming for the pencil eraser sized nipple in the middle. She used her teeth to nip at Marie's nipple gently, and sucking it like a Popsicle was causing her to moan loudly.

Tom and Lisa had both stripped each other and sat back against the chair with their asses on the mattress, spooning with Lisa's back to Tom's chest. With her head laid back against his chest, he was sensuously caressing her as they watched the Marie and Tara show.

Tom was very attracted to Tara and felt warmth from her that made him boil. This may be the one he thought to himself little dreaming of what the future would bring to them both.

Kissing each other desperately, Tara and Marie were now caressing each other from head to toe. Marie was paying special attention to Tara's labia, vagina and the little sentry at the top of her slit. Each time she brushed against it Tara would jerk uncontrollably, empty her lungs audibly and as that air escaped, let out powerful moans, much to Marie's pleasure.

Tara was not ignoring Marie's center either as both were moaning loudly into each other's mouths. Their eyes were locked on each other's, both sensing the passion of the other. Though Marie had told Tara that she'd follow, she began moving her mouth down Tara's body, sucking, kissing and licking as she moved.

Sucking and tonguing each breast in turn, Marie gradually worked her way down to Tara's shaved mound and took in the taste and scent of this beautiful woman. Seductively she slid her tongue from the bottom of her marvelous slit to the top, gently teasing the flesh along the way. Teasing Tara, she moved her mouth and lips down the inside of one thigh and up the other slowly licking and sucking on the tender flesh only lightly. Once back at Tara's vulva only brushed her tongue along the sensitive areas of her womanhood.

Tara moaned loudly in frustration, took Marie by the head, pulled her face into her dripping pussy and gasped, "Eat me dammit." Then whispering, "Oh gawd, I need to cum. Oh Marie, please make me cum. Now!"

Marie began working Tara's labia and clitoris with abandon, and Tara was squirming and twitching to beat the band.

Suddenly, without any warning, Tara started screaming as her body went paralyzed. "Ooohhhhh yyyyeeeeeesssssss! MMMaaaarrrriiiieeee ... Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod, Ohmigod!"

Marie barely got her head out of the way in time before the legs she had been between slammed together and began flailing around. She moved up to hold Tara through her massive orgasm if for no other reason that to keep her from hurting herself.

Lisa had noticed what was happening as well, not that anyone within a block could have missed it, but her eyes met with Marie's, saw a bit of panic, and fear in Marie's face.

Lisa with her eyes and hands reassured Marie that everything was fine and that Tara would come down, though it had been over a minute and she was still stiff and twitching as though having a tonic-clonic seizure.

Then just as suddenly as it started Tara literally collapsed in Marie's arms breathing as though she'd just sprinted a mile.

Little by little she started coming around. Her breathing was becoming more under control and her eyes seemed to flutter open, though it was obvious she wasn't able to see yet.

When she was finally able to see and feel Marie, Tara grabbed a hold of Marie and hugged her like a vice and started to weep.

"My god Marie," she choked through sniffles, "I've never cum like that in my life and I'm not sure I ever want to cum that hard again. I thought I was going to die."

"I was a little worried about you myself sweetie. I'm so sorry, that --"

"Oh no Marie, don't be sorry. Holy shit I needed that. After the last couple weeks with that monster and then having to give up my daughter temporarily," she choked out as she began to sob uncontrollably.

Marie just held her, giving her reassurance that she was going to be fine and that everything would work out positively. She actually began singing softly into her ear like she would a distressed child.

It was now 5:30am and all had been up since early the previous day. Carol and Sheryl were catnapping on one couch, however when Tara had her orgasm they both were immediately wide awake and ready to assist if needed.

Tom and Lisa were each still spooning against the chair, slowly keeping each other in a state of arousal, though with the worry about Tara's condition were a bit less amorous than before.

Tom lowered his head to Lisa's ear, kissed and licked it gently then moving his tongue and lips down her neck which brought a gentle moan from Lisa as she stroked his thighs in which she was entrapped.

She could feel his hard member against her back and though she'd never felt one inside of her center, and wouldn't feel one today, she didn't object to his arousal due to her sexuality. Somehow, with Tom, the thought of penetration wasn't as revolting to her as it had always been previously. He was so different, so caring, so centered on giving pleasure to his partner rather than only receiving.

She thought back to the first time she felt the desire for his touch. She'd never felt that way towards a male in her life, and it was a new and frightening emotional desire.

When she approached him he didn't laugh, he didn't give her a strange look or anything other than undivided attention to her feelings and desires. She thought he would balk at her "demand" there be no penetration, but he just nodded his head, agreed to her desire and made very passionate love to her without even making the offhand attempt to put his cock in her.

Before he touched her pussy he asked permission, and even asked before each level he took it too. She was so worked up that when he asked about his fingers, she just shouted "Yes" to him, then sheepishly apologized knowing he was doing his very best to honor her wishes and respecting her sexuality.

He was so tender, so gentle, so ... Tom. She actually had given him her very first blowjob. She felt that after all of his attention she couldn't let him go take care of himself, though fully aware he would have done just that, and even let her watch if she asked.

Though previously the very thought of a man's penis in her mouth would have been revolting, she'd done it without any reservations. He had that kind of affect on her.

Tom whispering softly into her ear, "Sweetie, do you want to continue now or shall we get some rest and continue another time?" had interrupted her train of thought.

He was thinking of her. A woman that could never give to a man what a man wanted or needed, yet he was totally absorbed in her needs, desires and wishes.

She moved slowly away from him and turned to get on her knees to face him with a smile on her face.

He looked up at her and returned the smile and their tired eyes met with unsaid emotion.

"Tom, dammit, I have never said this to a man in my life, nor ever believed I would or could, but I love you. I love you more than you could ever know." A tear started to drip from each eye as she leaned forward to kiss this exceptional man.

The kiss was tender and sexy lasting an inordinate amount of time, but as they parted lips, Tom looked her deeply in her eyes and told her, "Lisa, I love you very much. I will always respect your sexuality, but I will also always love you. You are and have been a very special woman in my life and always will be."

Lisa was crying softly and hugging his naked body against her naked body without reservation or inhibition. "I think we should get some rest. Look at Car and Shar already sleeping on the couch, and Marie holding Tara so tenderly. We were doing this for them as much as for ourselves. I never thought I could feel so much physical want or need of a man, but I want you Tom. Not inside, but when we make love I feel so totally and completely loved, unconditionally loved."

Tom looked up at her tenderly, pulling her face down for another soft kiss, and gave her a meaningful smile.

"Tommy. Will you sleep with me today? I want to feel your body close to me."

"With Marie's permission it would be my pleasure to sleep with you Lisa," he replied looking over at Marie and Tara.

Marie just nodded her head and whispered to them, "Help me get Tara to bed Tom. I'll sleep with her today so she won't wake up alone in a strange place. Besides we may pick up where we left off," she chuckled.

With a heavy sigh, Tom stood up, helped Lisa to stand then moved over to the couch to take Tara to his bed. He hoped that soon, she would want to share it with him.

She would.

As Tom carried Tara off to bed, Lisa woke up Carol and Sheryl and told them they'd probably be more comfy in their bed. Both thanked her and sleepily shuffled off to their room.

Marie started to straighten up, but Lisa told her she needed to go with Tom to the bedroom to assure Tara if she woke up.

"Marie. You are so special. It's one of the many reasons I love you so much," Lisa said quietly as she moved over to kiss Marie. "I know you love Tom too, and now you know that I do as well."

As they kissed they caressed each other tenderly then Marie went to join Tara. "I knew it before Lisa, it was obvious," Marie whispered with a smile.

She found Tom sitting on the bed with Tara gently stroking her face with his hands whispering loving words to her while she slept.

Tom looked up when Marie came into the room greeting her with a smile. He stood up and spread his arms to invite her to a hug.

They embraced and kissed, preparing to separate for the night.

Marie held him closely looking deeply into his eyes. Their lips met again, very softly, as each looked into the others eyes.

This is the first time that Lisa wanted to sleep with him alone. They had slept together for months since that first love session, but it was always with Marie in the bed too.

He knew there was something on her mind and that she was trying to figure out how to tell him, so he patiently waited for her to formulate what she needed to say.

Finally she smiled at him wryly, took a deep breath, looked him directly in the eyes, and said, "Tommy, Please, be very very gentle when you make love to my lover. I know you will, but I just wanted to say it to you."

"Honey. I really don't foresee that happening, but you know I'd be gentle with her. The last thing I'd ever want to do is reinforce her belief about men. If it were to happen, it would only be at her insistence and she would have to take the lead."

"I know sweetie, but I also know Lisa. Right now she is a very torn, very confused woman. You are the first man she has ever let touch her the way you do, and you are also the first man she's ever fallen in love with and make no mistake Tommy, she loves you very intensely. I believe that at some point she's going to want intercourse with your lovemaking. I just feel it. Please don't hurt her."

"Marie. You know I wouldn't purposely do that. She knows that there is no way I would ever come between you and her. I respect those boundaries, but I also understand the deviations that you both have not only allowed, but encouraged."

"I see the way you look at Tara honey, and I can only hope that you find happiness inside yourself some day."

After a short pause where it was obvious Marie was debating on saying something, "I know you better than you may think Thomas. I know there is a lot of pain locked up somewhere within you. I also know that you may be cool, calm and collected on the surface, but underneath there is an eruption just simmering. I know it's in there Tom, you can't hide it from me."

Looking tired and dismayed, Tom looks into his lovers beautiful green eyes, and "You do know me very well Marie and you sense more than any other woman I've ever known. I will always love you very deeply, but as I've said a hundred times, I will not come between you and Lisa. She needs you, and you need her. Neither of you need me in that way!"

Marie began to weep quietly, "I know Tommy. It kills me to know that some day in the future you're not going to be here and I think Lisa is starting to feel the same way."

With a long, meaningful kiss, they parted ways for the morning. Marie, weeping quietly, crawled into the bed with Tara and Tom moved down the hall to bed with Lisa.

It was 6:30am and the sun was rising above the horizon.



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Chapter 19: Take Him Down - Still a Nightmare - TDpt3


The house began to come to life about noon, and as each "pair" wandered into the kitchen the conversations picked up where they left off earlier in the day.

Tara was on the phone talking to her daughter. It sounded as though things were a bit mellower, but you could sense the strain in Tara. Marie made eye contact with Tom and smiled nodding her head.

Lisa walked up behind Marie, put her arms around her lover, gave her a kiss on the neck to which Marie bent her head aside giving Lisa more access, and hummed with a smile.

Drawing on some of the training that he'd gone through, Tom was trying to come up with a way to lure Tara's abuser into a "trap" so that he could be jailed. Then it would be a matter of convincing Tara to participate. The whole object would be to draw him out into the open so that he could be neutralized.

He had an idea, but it would take her cooperation, although if he could get someone to dress in her clothes and play the roll it could possibly work just as well. He'd have to make a couple phone calls, but he thought he'd run it by the "family" first.

Softly he began by addressing Tara, "Tara honey," he said getting everyone's attention. "I have an idea how to bring this whole waiting game to an end, but it will take your participation or I'll have to find a 'look-alike' to play the part."

"What are you talking about," asked Marie?

"Well the guy has to be neutralized so he can be arrested, at which point the law can take its course. I'd like to draw him out so I can have the opportunity to let him know that what he's done is, shall we say, unacceptable in a civilized society," he said with a growing grin.

"So what you're saying is you want to go looking for trouble?" commented Lisa.

"In a way, yes. It wouldn't be without the knowledge of law enforcement and I know they don't like 'civilians' doing some of their work for them, but I would hope I could convince them otherwise in this case," he said seriously. "Once I take the bastard down I don't want to have to wait all that long to have him taken into custody. I don't trust myself not to kill the son of a bitch."

Tara looked at Tom skeptically and asked, "Do you really think you can take him down? He's six foot six and weighs at least two hundred and eighty pounds. He's also very strong."

"I have no doubt I can take him down Tara. Something we were taught is that the bigger they are the easier they are to bring down because 'power comes off the floor'. That means I have the leverage advantage by being slightly shorter."

Then looking at them all said with a grin, "I don't believe in fair fights guys. You fight to win so you do anything and everything to affect that final outcome. I'm going to give the sheriff a call and see if there's any status then I'll talk to the 'chief'."

So Tom went off to make the phone calls he needed to do and left the women to chat in the kitchen.

Tara looked at Lisa and Marie, "Is he as crazy as he sounds?"

Marie chuckled and shook her head. "Sweetie, he's not crazy at all. He knows his capabilities and how to use them to his advantage. You have to remember Tara; Tom was a highly trained 'commando' in his service times. I'm sure the idea he's got is simple, effective and has a 99.99% chance of success. I've never known Tom to go off half-cocked. Ever!"

"It just scares me that he might get hurt because of that monster."

"Tara, I would be more worried about the monster. If Tom gets to him before the police, he'll wish he'd given himself up to the police." Then with a chuckle, "I'd bet the monster would fall down a few flights of stairs at minimum."

"I don't know," Tara was visibly nervous.

"Let's just see what he's come up with and what the police say about it," Marie said. "Tom can be very persuasive."

He returned to the room about 30 minutes later with a smile on his face so apparently, whatever it was, worked out.

"The plan is ready," Tom said in a matter of fact tone. "The police weren't too keen on it until I explained my background and the fact I don't want anyone to get involved that doesn't need to, and I don't want anyone getting hurt except the perpetrator."

"So when are you going to do this thing and what is it you're going to do?" asked Marie cautiously.

"Well," looking at Tara, "That depends. Tara, how would you feel about being the 'bait'?"

"Bait?" a startled Tara asked.

"Briefly what I want to do is take you to your house and wait. I figure he's going to be watching the place because he knows you'll come back sooner or later, and he'll see you with another man which will hopefully set him off even more than he already is."

"Then what?" asked Lisa.

"If he takes the bait he'll probably storm into the house full of piss and vinegar, raging about how he's going to do something to everyone."

Then seriously but with a wry chuckle, "You have to understand the psychology. When someone is that 'angry' the rational mind takes a back seat, if it remains at all, someone that's irrational at that level is fairly easy to neutralize. There will be unmarked police vehicles and persons right there, and I'm going to stop off and pick up a 'panic button' which when pushed will bring all of them into the house immediately."

Then looking at Tara again, "Tara, I know that it sounds like a scary idea to you knowing that he'll be that close, however once we enter the house you will hide in a spot you feel would be the last place he'd even try to look. I'm the only one that's going to be there to face him once he decides to be stupid. I want you to think about it, because I don't want you doing it if you think you're going to panic or somehow show something other than you're bringing another man home to have some fun."

She looked at him nervously but said, "I'll do it. I want him put away and if I can help catch him..."

"You're sure?" Tom said looking at her seriously.

She nodded her head then asked for a piece of paper and a pen or pencil. Marie went to a drawer in the kitchen and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, handing both to Tara, while Tom made a quick phone call.

Tara began to write on the paper, and as she did so started crying openly. Everyone let her get it out; they knew pretty much what she was doing.

When she was done, she looked up and noticed concern on everyone's face. She smiled at them and said hesitantly, "If anything happens to me in this mess, please give this to Dee. The name of the people, their address and their phone number is at the top so you'll know how to reach them."

"I know it may be unnecessary, but in these kinds of things one can't be sure of the outcome until it's done." Then starting to cry again, "I want Dee to know how much I love her and hope that she'll always remember me as a good mother."

Now everyone in the room was shedding tears, including Tom. "I don't think that will be needed Tara, but these ladies will take care of things if it is."

Looking at Tara, Tom asked, "Do you know if he's armed in any way sweetie?"

Tara shook her head, "Unless he's picked up something in the last few days, no. He doesn't own any guns. He may have a knife of some kind, but no gun."

"Ok. That makes me feel a little better, though if he has a gun, he'll have a bullet between his eyes before he can get it out of his pocket," patting the 9mm Glock semi-automatic pistol he had holstered in a way it wasn't noticeable.

They all got wide eyes and Tom heard loud gasps from around the room as he looked into shocked faces. Then looking around the room again, he stopped at Tara, "You ready to rock and roll sweetie? No time like the present to give the shithead some of what he deserves."

Tara looked at him, and nodded picking up her purse and looking right at Tom, "Let's do it."

Everyone in the house hugged her tightly and whispered something into her ear that was personal, and then kissed her. They did the same with Tom.

"I'd expect both of us to be back here before dark, but if not don't panic. It'll only mean he hasn't shown up yet. It'll probably take less than a minute to take him down, so once it's done, he's in custody, and the cops are done with us, we'll be here." Then looking around the room at frightened faces, "Do you want me to pick up a couple pizzas on the way back? Should I call first?"

Tom didn't pound his chest as many might expect from someone with his background, but one thing everyone noticed was a quiet confidence that everything was going to be just fine. This was only an exercise in bringing someone in for justice, nothing more, nothing less.

Hand in hand Tom and Tara left to see about taking down an abuser.

On the way Tom gave her a brief rundown on what the plan was in more detail than he gave everyone else. They didn't have a need to know, so he just gave them enough to chew on. But Tara was getting the fine details.

"Ok sweetie, here's the deal. We're going to slowly walk up the street very conspicuously. You're going to hang all over me, like you're ready to get royally fucked, so lay it on heavy. He has to believe that you're already fucking another guy."

Tara nodded her head with a smile. She thought to herself, "That may not be a bad option. I could use a tender love session with a caring man, god knows I haven't had one of those in a lot of years."

"So you know, I am armed just in case," he reiterated reminding her he was carrying a gun. "Don't worry though, I said if he tried to pull a gun, he'd have a bullet between his eyes before he can get it out of his pocket. I meant that, and between you and me, I'm also capable of carrying it out."

She gave him a shocked look, "The police know you have a gun?"

"Yes, but they also know that I know how to use it, and do it safely so that nobody else gets hurt."

"Tom, I don't want to hide. I want him to see me and know that I am the one. What scares me more than anything, really, is after everything is said and done, if he gets out of prison, he'll want to take his revenge and I'm scared to death for my daughter. Me? I'm not worried about, but Dee is totally innocent in this whole thing and does not deserve what she's already seen, heard and had done to her."

"Has he molested her?" Tom asked quickly.

"No. I don't believe so, but he has beaten her badly a couple times. It was really this last time, when she was trying to save me, that he started going off on her and I said it was enough and called 911. That set him off even more, but somehow he knew the police were on their way. After beating me, calling me all kinds of names, smashing things up, he ran out the back door."

"Well knowing he beat a child like that takes him down one more notch in my book. He's going to wish the police got him first."

"I'm so scared Tom. He's such a big and powerful man, I truly fear for your safety."

Tom looked at her with a wry smile and told her, "Don't you worry about me sweetie. I've taken out worse than he could even dream up. Quite honestly, this isn't even much of a challenge."

"God, I hope you're right. I still don't sense any nervousness or fear in you and that's kind of scary too."

"Tara, I was trained very well for just this kind of situation. I could do what I'm going to do in my sleep. You just have to trust me."

"I trust you Tom, but I still worry."

He parked his Jeep a few blocks away so that it would look like they were both on foot when they arrived. Tara noticed a marked change in Tom's demeanor immediately when they got out of the Jeep. He was hyper sensitive to anything and everything around them. His eyes never stopped moving, and you could tell that he was making a mental picture of everything for future reference.

Tom left nothing to chance. It had kept him alive on many occasions in the past.

They walked hand in hand through the neighborhood while he surveyed the entire area. She was looking around also, wondering when he was going to strike. She knew he would, it was a matter of time.

As they approached the house Tom was catlike in his observations. He whispered to her, "Nine cops in plain clothes, and four unmarked cars. They're giving me exactly the support I asked for."

"What do you mean? I didn't see anything and I was watching too," she looked up at him mysteriously.

They stopped a few houses away from their ultimate destination so that Tom could embrace Tara lovingly and kiss her. She returned the kiss very willingly, thinking to herself, "I'd sure like more of this."

When he broke the kiss, he looked in her eyes, "Don't look away from my eyes. The gardeners across the street from your place, the pool maintenance truck two houses down, all cops. If you notice there are two cars very close that have a man and a woman in them talking but watching, cops. There are more, but just notice what I said when we begin to walk again."

He leaned down and gave her a long and obviously a full on sexy kiss. Hopefully the scumbag was watching from somewhere and this would really fire him up.

When they broke the kiss and began to slowly walk up the street to the target house Tara noticed all the things that Tom had pointed out. She knew she saw all of it, but didn't even consider they were anything but what they appeared to be. She supposed that was the whole idea.

When they got to the front of the house, he said to her, "Take a deep breath and let it out slowly. The police have already swept the house so there's no way he's already inside. Ok?" She nodded. "Let's assume he'll come busting in the front door, but be ready for any kind of entrance." She again nodded, looking right into his eyes.

She was a good actress. Before they walked up the path to the front door, she gave him another long, wet kiss, but it was what she did after they broke the kiss that made him almost laugh. Looking directly into his eyes when she pulled her face back, she reached down with one hand and rubbed his cock while she leaned up and kissed his neck and pretended to say something into his ear.

He whispered with a grin, "Laying it on a bit thick are we?"

She nodded her head with a nervous smile and leaned up to kiss his lips one more time, before they both turned to walk up the path and in the front door.

Now it was a waiting game. Would he take the bait?

They didn't have long to wait.

I did take 20 minutes, the time it probably would have taken to get undressed and be in the middle of a good quick screw, but they were both sitting on the couch in the living room just chatting, when the front door left its hinges and slammed into the wall then the floor in the hallway.

"Where are you, you two timing cunt," he hollered. "I'm going to cut your heart out and cut your boyfriends balls off."

Tom was already in action. He made sure the Glock was ready, just in case, and yelled back, "We're in here you useless piece of shit. You're not man enough to cut my balls off, you pussy."

He came storming into the living room and stopped to look at his adversary, and started to laugh. She was right he was a big motherfucker.

Tom moved forward towards the big man causing him to open his eyes in surprise probably believing the "little guy" was going to cower and run away. All Tom was doing is putting more room between Tara and her soon-to-be-ex-husband.

"I hear you think you're a tough guy," Tom said mockingly. "Come on teeny dick, bring it to me."

He started to come at Tom and was swinging, "Why you little bastard, I'm going to..."

As the big man was coming towards him swinging his fist, Tom just sidestepped and his attacker went to the floor. Tara had retreated to a far doorway so she could see what was happening, but her husband could no longer see her.

"You're going to what? Is that all you got little fella?" Tom mocked him again. "And you have the nerve to call her a cunt?"

The big man picked himself up off of the floor, turned to attack Tom once again. This time he walked instead of running, but his hands were fists and he was ready to strike.

He lunged forward throwing one fist towards Tom's face. Tom took the arm as it passed by, and snapped it over his knee neatly breaking both the radius and the Ulna. As the big guy was going down again, Tom back punched him with an elbow, which broke the humerus, so now our "villain" had one arm with all three bones broken, and a very disjointed elbow.

He screamed in pain when Tom put his foot at the base of his skull. It was only restraint born from years of training and clandestine missions that he didn't just push down and snap his neck, killing him instantly. Instead he took the foot and lightly kicked at the arm that was now broken and said, "Oh, come on now ya big wimp, I've heard so many stories about how tough you are. Shit. You pussy, I haven't even worked up a sweat."

The big man struggled to his feet with an arm dangling. He was obviously in pain, but his ego was being trashed so he needed to do something and then get that useless cunt he was married to. He was going to enjoy giving her a little torture before he slowly choked her to death.

He turned to face in Tom's direction just in time to see Tom's arm come at him absolutely straight. When it made contact it not only knocked all the wind out of his sails, literally, but also crushed his breastbone snapping all the ribs connected to it.

He went down in a heap, gasping for the breath his lungs were trying so hard to inhale. What little air he could drag into his lungs caused an excruciating pain in his chest.

Tom just looked down at him and said, "Tsk, tsk, tsk. Here I thought there might be a challenge. You're just like all the other tough guy wannabe's, just another useless bully, who can't hack it when push comes to shove. Gee dickless, I'm not a small woman or a helpless child. Get up and fight back you chicken shit. Come on cunt, I'm waiting."

Tom spent a minute staring at his adversary. You disgust me," Tom spat. "You two bit little boy!"

With that he pulled out the Glock, made sure his adversary noticed he had cocked it. Round in chamber, he put it right against the big man's forehead between his eyes and just smiled at him. His other hand reached into his pocket and pulled out something that looked like a tiny remote control and pushed the button.

Within 30 seconds there were four fairly large law enforcement officers blasting through the broken front door, guns drawn and made their way to the room that had seen all the action.

When they got there they saw Tom with his Glock pressed between the big man's eyes, which were twice their normal size. They also noted the odd shape is right arm was posed in as well as the gasping from the man on the floor.

"Oh thank god," he painfully gasped. "Help me, this asshole is trying to kill me."

Tom gave out a quick laugh, and looked down and into the eyes of his former adversary and said, "Puuleezze ... Give me a break. If I had been trying to kill you, trust me asshole, you'd be dead." Then looking up at the officers, said, "He's all yours. We'll be in the kitchen so you can take our statements."

Then as he was walking towards the kitchen had an afterthought, turned and said to the officers, "Oh, You will need to call an ambulance. His right arm has three broken bones, and his breastbone has been detached from all the ribs it usually supports. If it were me I'd just put him in a cell the way he is, but I know you can't do that because he has more rights that his victims."

He was chuckling as he walked away to find Tara in the kitchen.

She looked at him in awe as he walked through the door. It was a look that was asking if she really knew anything about this man. She really didn't, but she had seen that he was nobody to be messed with. When she looked again into his eyes, they were soft, loving and deep showing no indication that, moments before, he had been in a life-threatening situation.

He smiled and said to her calmly, "It's over honey. You won't have to worry about him for quite some time, if ever."

She looked at him and nodded then choked out, "You could have killed him Tommy."

Tom looked at her and the eyes became serious, "Yeah, I could have. He really wasn't much of a challenge." Then with a laugh said, "I thought you said he was a tough guy."

"Why didn't you?" Tara asked shocked at his calm. "It would have saved everyone a lot of time and money."

Tom smiled at her and with those serious eyes said, "Too quick Tara. It would have been totally over for him right then. He deserves to suffer. He'll never breathe without pain again because when his breastbone heals it won't be back in the same condition, so the ribs will cause him pain for the rest of his days. Every breath he takes will remind him of why he is where he is. His arm is going to require some serious surgery to put back together though the breaks should be pretty clean."

She looked at him with huge shocked eyes. He was saying all of this, so clinically, as such a matter of fact, like it was something that was just a routine, run of the mill thing done every day.

Then he smiled brightly, "You said he was homophobic which is why you went to a gay bar."

She nodded, "I think it is one of his biggest fears. He's afraid he's going to catch gay." She gave him a sheepish smile.

"Goooood," he said with enthusiasm. "He's going to prison Tara, for a long, long time. He might think he's a tough guy, but he's never met Bubba and the boys. It won't be long before he's some Bubba's bitch and constantly grabbing his ankles while Bubba and the boy's butt fuck him to no end. Trust me, he'll get his asshole stretched all the time."

Tara began to giggle, which turned into a heavy chuckle. It had turned into a full-scale hysterical laugh by the time the law enforcement people came into the kitchen for statements.

"You messed him up pretty bad," noted the sergeant.

"I guess so. He deserves a lot worse."

"That's for a jury to decide," he tried to get self-righteous on Tom.

He looked the sergeant in the eye and said very coldly, "I was defending myself and this young lady. Her life was in danger; he stated openly and clearly that he was going to kill her, her daughter, and me. I want him to suffer, I know when he gets to prison, and he will go to prison sergeant, that he will be used and abused in less than a week. New meat as they say."

The sergeant's eyes showed shock as he took out his pad to take their statements.

Then the Lieutenant who was in charge of the operation came in and sat down. "Good job Tom. This bastard will go away for a long time," he said with a chuckle drawing a very surprised look from the sergeant taking the statements. Then he added, "I wonder how long he'll last before he gets butt fucked? Child abusers don't last long."

It took about forty-five minutes to get both Tara's and Tom's statements for the reports. By the time the police left the house, there was a little bit of a crowd hanging around the front including some local reporters.

Tom just looked out the front door and shook his head. He took Tara by the hand and started back to the kitchen.

"Phone?" he asked.

She pointed to the wall where a cordless was hanging. Tom picked it off the wall and punched on the keyboard, then put it up to his ear and waited.

"Hi beautiful. I just called to get the pizza order."

Tara's jaw about broke it fell so hard and fast. After all of this shit, he still remembered he'd promised to bring home some pizza. Not only that, but she noted he was so calm it was as though nothing had happened at all.

He smiled at Tara while he wrote down the order on the notepad next to the phone.

"Thanks sweetie, we'll be there in, well as long as it takes to get the pizzas ... What?" Then he looked at Tara, "Yeah, It's over. No, she's fine." Then with a big chuckle, "He's not. We'll see you in a while."

He hung up the phone and mentioned she should probably grab clothes and toiletries she'd want for the next few months. Dee's stuff too. "You don't need to bring everything yet sweetie, you'll be able to come back here any time you want now."

After a short trip through the house to collect things they made their way out the back door. They quickly climbed over the fence, through the neighbors gate and out to the street. They only had a couple blocks to walk to get back to the Jeep.

They stopped off to pick up the four pizzas that everyone ordered, and then he and Tara headed home.



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Chapter 20: The Trial Begins - The Nightmare Continues - TDpt4


The legal system in this country sure doesn't give a shit about the victims of the crime. The victim seems to have no rights at all.

It seemed like every week the trial of Tara's husband was scheduled, some lawyer would get a continuance and have the trial postponed for another week or two.

The defense knew it was going to get its ass kicked, and that the shithead was going down for a long long time, so they just tried to delay the inevitable. It didn't delay much. Because of the evidence the judge refused any bail despite numerous attempts by the defense to get him out.

Yeah, get him out so he could finish the job on Tara and/or Dee. She still had Dee hidden and law enforcement knew that. I'm sure the prosecution would use her for a witness because she was young and not likely to be coerced. Kids usually say what's real in those situations.

In the meantime, life went on at the house. They all kept a close eye on Tara and at least once a week one of the girls would drive her up to visit with Dee, but in some ways that made the separation even harder on Tara.

One thing that happened during all of this is that Tom and Tara were spending more and more time together. She had an aversion to men at this point because of the experience, but she saw that Tom was kind, gentle and honorable. He didn't push her for anything, especially physical contact.

He had the other four women to keep him tuckered out, but every so often, Tara would look at him with a lot of lust in her eyes. Tom didn't seem to notice, but the ladies did. Especially Marie.

She mentioned it to Tom so that he could watch for it and be aware. He started to notice once in a while, and he would ask Tara out which she always accepted. They spent quality time together, but he would never push her beyond a "thank you" kiss. She was getting a little frustrated, but understood that he would never push her towards anything. If there were going to be any sexual contact it would be initiated by her.

Every time she contemplated the act her panties would get very damp, and she would want it so badly, but when the time came to initiate any activity she would always "chicken out".

She didn't realize that Tom felt her hesitation and knew she really wanted to drag him into bed, but just couldn't get the trust going yet. It would happen if it were meant to. He was in no rush.

One afternoon, Tara brought Dee to the house, but it was during a time when Tom was out of town. He'd just started a business and had to go on a business trip. By the time he returned, Deanna had already returned to the relatives.

All of the women loved her. They told Tom that she was just a little angel, and was a small copy of Tara. She was still 7, but would be 8 in a few months. Tom was bummed out that he'd missed Dee, but when duty calls, it calls.

He was working for the government doing contracts and technology analysis. He was just starting his own consulting firm. Just him. Because of his military background the government agencies that he worked with trusted his judgment without much question.

He'd had to testify before congressional hearings to explain the proposals that the departments were trying to get funded or de-funded as the case may be, but he always insisted that any of his testimony was to be behind closed doors. There were things in the proposals, though not classified, were based on classified information.

He wasn't about to compromise the security of the information because some greedhead jack-off congressman wanted to try to make a name at his expense. He was very outspoken and had few friends in the Congress because he said what was on his mind, backed it up with facts and figures, and invited them to legitimately refute anything he had said.

More than one congressional committee was left holding their dicks when he was finished with them, and he really didn't give a damn. As far as he was concerned they were all thieves, every last one of them.

He was held back on some trips because of the impending trial, and after one such delay he went to the court and asked to address the judge.

That's not normal procedure, but as long as all the principals are in the courtroom, I suppose it was assumed that he was going to talk about the case, but when he got there and was called it became apparent very quickly that he was not a happy camper. This continuation bullshit, as he called it, was getting out of hand.

"Your honor," he addressed the judge pointing at the defense table. "This so called lawyer continues to delay the inevitable, and so far because of the rescheduling of these trial dates it prevents me from doing my business."

The judge looked interested, and somewhat amused by the tact that Tom was using. "Go on young man," he said to Tom."

"Sir. I work in government contracts doing project analysis and make recommendations on current technologies. I save all of us taxpayers at least twenty billion a year, so far, in things the bozos in Washington approve because they think it's going to kiss enough butt to get them a vote or two. These are things that are not needed; some aren't even requested or wanted. Some are funded in such a way that by the time they get delivered, they're obsolete and get warehoused for two years then scrapped. It costs you and me a whole lot of money."

He paused to see if there was anything anyone wanted to say.

"Because of the continued delays requested by Mr. Defense Lawyer," he said turning to look at the defense table. "I want to put him on notice here and now that I'm going to file a civil suite against him to recover my lost wages."

The defense lawyer stood up and looked at the judge. "Your Honor this is highly irregular," he whined.

"Yes it is Mr. Ternner, but so are your ignorant continuations of this case. Not one of the reasons you have cited has ever borne fruit. You continually ask for delays to "dig up extenuating circumstances" which is crap and you know it."

"But he can't sue me for lost wages due to continuations," he said.

"That's not for me to decide young man. That will be heard in a different court, but if I were asked to testify, you had better have a big bank account and your checkbook handy."

There was a murmur and laughter in the courtroom, before the judge banged his gavel and restored order.

"How much money are we talking about here Mr. Tompkins, your lost wages?" asked the judge.

"Well up to now it's about $2.5 million, and there's another million in jeopardy if we don't get this show on the road so that I can go on the road."

The judge nodded his head and muttered, "That's quite a substantial chunk of change." Then looking at the defense table, "Mr. Ternner, do you have any further continuance requests up your sleeve?"

"I guess not your honor," he said glumly.

"Wonderful. Today is Thursday and I don't work Fridays, so everyone is to be here at 8am on Monday to start jury selection. Mr. Ternner if there are any further attempts at delaying this trial, I may hold you in contempt. Is my message clear?"

"Yes Your Honor."

"Thank you your honor," Tom said.

"No, thank you sir. I was beginning to wonder myself, if this would happen before all of us were old and gray." Then looking at the courtroom, he banged his gavel and said, "Court is adjourned until 8 o'clock Monday morning. Be here, and be ready to try this case gentlemen."

Tom was a little taken aback at the results. He'd gone to complain about delays and the judge was on the same page.

"Mr. Tompkins may I see you in my chambers please," the judge said to him plainly.

Like a typical kid, he pointed his finger at his chest to say, "Me?"

The judge chuckled and said, "I don't see any other Tompkins men in the room. Do you?"

"Uh. No your honor, thank you sir."

So he followed the judge to his chambers wondering what this was all about. He hoped he hadn't gotten himself into trouble for speaking his mind.

When they entered the chambers, Judge Barrtel turned and asked him if he'd like something to drink. Again, he was taken aback, but declined not knowing what was happening.

To his total shock, the judge went over to a cabinet, that with the door open looked to be a fairly well stocked bar. He pulled out a bottle of JW Black label and poured two fingers in a glass. Putting the bottle back on the shelf, the judge reached into the small office refrigerator that was just below the bar taking out a few ice cubes and dropped them into the glass.

Tom heard the tinkle of the ice cubes as the judge swished the Scotch in the glass before taking a drink. He set the glass down on his desk and planted himself in the most comfortable looking high backed leather chair that Tom had ever seen. Even the admiral didn't have one of those, and he better not!

Smiling, the judge asked, "I suppose you're wondering why I asked you here?"

"Uh, Yes sir. I hope I didn't do anything offensive during my display, and if I did, I humbly apologize."

"Oh no, Mr. Tompkins, you didn't offend anyone in that courtroom except that twit of a defense counsel," he said with a grin. "That man will drive me to drink," he said lifting his glass and tipping towards Tom took another drink.

"Oh, I was just trying to make a point judge that his delay tactics are costing people time on the job. His client is a slam dunk for at least one 25 to life at minimum, and he's just delaying the inevitable."

"Hmmm. Perhaps you should put on the robe and try the case," he said with a chuckle. "You're pretty sure of his guilt aren't you?"

"Your honor, I'm living with the results of his guilt, and I can tell you she is going to be traumatized until he is dead. She knows that if he gets any kind of parole he'll come looking for both her and her daughter, who by the way, has been hidden away so he could never find her."

The judge was nodding his head knowingly, "Yes. Yes, Mr. Tompkins I'm aware of all of that, but as a judge I'm not allowed to prejudge a case before hearing all of the evidence. Confidentially, I find the evidence quite compelling. Which brings me to my question to you."

Tom looked at the judge waiting to hear.

"Mr. Tompkins," he said his eyes closing to a squint. "I've reviewed your record, at least that which I was able to obtain. The government won't give up classified information even to a judge without just cause, and truly I have none other than my own curiosity. You're quite impressive for a 22 year old man."

Tom now wondered where this was going, but was a captive audience so he'd find out when the train got to the station.

"Two silver stars, both with the "V" for valor, some Medals for Gallantry, numerous commendations, put in for the Medal of Honor twice, one still under review. Mr. Tompkins, I'd have to say you are quite an impressive soldier."

"Sailor sir. I'm a sailor."

"My mistake, Mr. Tompkins --"

Tom interrupted, "Please call me Tom your honor. Every time you say Mr. Tompkins I want to look around for my father."

Judge Barrtel just laughed out loud looking directly at Tom, his eyes sparkling brightly. It was apparent that he was enjoying the conversation.

"My mistake Tom. Please accept my apology. Yes, you were a US Navy SEAL. You and that entire organization are a credit to our country young man and I for one thank you heartily for your service."

"Thank you sir," Tom said with a blush.

"I can see the restraint in your demeanor. It isn't rare for someone in your group to be humble about membership, is it Tom?"

"No sir. We're just doing our job. We were trained to perform a little outside the box, and that's what we excel at. Sometimes things don't go as planned so we get way out of the box."

"Oh, I understand that, but that leads me to the question that brought you here. Having read the police report in the course of reviewing the evidence to be presented, I noted that you had the opportunity to kill the defendant and didn't. I just wonder why. It would have saved us all a lot of time, effort, and quite bluntly, pain in the ass time."

He chuckled and took another drink from his glass as he settled back to listen to Tom's answer.

"I'm beginning to wonder about the answer to that question myself judge. I can tell you that I didn't take his life because for him and his deeds it would have been too quick, too easy on him. The man deserves to suffer, a lot. If I'd killed him his suffering would be over."

The judge nodded his head knowingly and said softly, "Indeed."

"With a little luck and twelve intelligent people, he'll get that 25 to life and end up in prison, hopefully for the rest of his life."

The judge was nodding his head, but Tom still hadn't really answered the question, but the judge was a patient man, he knew that Tom wasn't finished.

"As an aside your honor, he's an extremely homophobic man. Tara, the victim in all of this, hid out in a gay bar because she knew he wouldn't consider coming in to a place like that. He'd burn it to the ground, but he was afraid he'd "catch gay."

The look of shock on the judge's face was priceless. He thought he knew where Tom was going with the story, so kept quiet.

"I'm pretty confident that once he gets to prison, he'll find out he's not as tough as he thinks he is and he'll end up with some Bubba. He'll get that asshole of his stretched on a regular basis, and THAT, your honor, is true punishment in this case."

"So true. No truer words ever spoken, but you know we can't acknowledge that kind of activity."

"Oh. I totally understand. That's not an issue for me. I know it's going to happen and so does Tara."

"So how did you become involved in this whole thing Tom?" the judge wanted to know.

He looked at the judge for a moment and figured the judge already knew the answer to the question, otherwise he probably wouldn't have asked it in that way.

"When Tara went to the bar, she was befriended by one of my roommates. Marie called me to help out, so I did. Once I heard Tara's story and knew this guy had almost killed a police officer I knew he needed to be taken into custody post haste."

Judge Barrtel nodded his head in agreement.

"I'm sorry to say your honor, but I didn't have a lot of confidence in the police force being able to track him down and capture him, so I thought since I had experience with that kind of operation that I'd give it a shot. It worked out."

"Yes, yes it did, quite effectively at that," commented Judge Barrtel. "How long did you work on your plan Tom?"

Tom blushed and said, "It took about 30 minutes to nail down all the details, and it was really only getting Tara to agree to be the bait. Pretty much a no-brainer from my perspective."

"Thirty minutes? You made a plan that was executed to perfection in thirty minutes," he asked incredulously.

"Umm, Yes sir. We were trained to improvise because nothing ever goes as planned. We always had to have some kind of contingency," he said in all seriousness. "Quite honestly this wasn't much of a challenge. People like him are very predictable when provided appropriate stimulus. It was just up to me to provide the stimulus," he said with a wry smile.

"The whole thing was probably done, start to finish, in about two, two and a half hours after I talked to the police and got the distinct feeling that they not only didn't have it as a priority, but probably weren't totally competent to take him down. They did provide backup for me so that once I had neutralized the perpetrator they could come in and take him into custody." With a sigh he added, "Then we could go on with our day."

"Amazing. I would never admit to saying this, but it would be nice if there were a whole bunch of 'you' out there. It could save a lot of people an awful lot of grief."

"Yes sir, but that's not our job. We're trained to take down terrorists and the like in combat situations, not deal with civilian crime. That's supposed to be the job of the police forces, but quite honestly I don't think they're very well trained or motivated anymore. Budget cuts kill public service."

"I think you hit the nail on the head Tom. Like everything else in this world it boils down to money."

"Yes sir, that's sure true."

"Well Tom, I should let you go so you can get on with things. Thank you for your time. I truly appreciate it, as well as appreciate being in the company of such a distinguished sailor."

"Thank you sir, it's my pleasure," said Tom standing up and shaking the judge's hand. With a grin, "See you Monday morning, sir, bright and early."

With a grin, Judge Barrtel replied, "I'll be here. You can count on it!"

Tom wandered back through the corridor and into the courtroom to find both Marie and Tara waiting for him. When he approached, Tara jumped up and wrapped herself around him. The look he got from Marie was telling.

He could read it in her eyes. Telling him that Tara needed him right now and that she and Lisa would just have to accept that. Her mental health was more important than their lust.

He smiled at her and nodded almost imperceptibly while Marie approached from behind Tara and wrapped herself around to hug Tom as well.

Tara pushed away and looked into Tom's eyes and he could only see fear. She was scared to death at the moment, so something must have happened earlier that he didn't see or hear.

It was Marie that filled it in.

"While you were addressing the judge Tommy, the bastard turned around and looked at, well both of us, and mouthed that he was going to kill her. It not only scared her to death but it scared the shit out of me too."

"Ok. Hold on here for a minute."

Tom ran back through the corridor to the judge's door and knocked. He heard the "come in" from behind the door and he opened it to a surprised judge.

"Sir. Are there any surveillance cameras in your courtroom? You know, to have a video record if anything happens?"

The judge looked at him, shocked that Tom would know that kind of information. There are probably a lot of things he knows the judge would be shocked to hear.

Tom explained why and was told to get the two young women and bring them into chambers and he'd make a quick call.

Tom went back out to the courtroom and escorted Tara and Marie back to the judge's chambers. By the time the three of them arrived, the judge had moved aside a couple cabinet doors exposing a TV screen that the judge had in his office.

"Good morning ladies, please make yourself at home. Would either of you like a drink?"

Both Tara and Marie shook their heads and didn't say anything.

"Tom here tells me that the defendant in the case we just heard made threats against you in my courtroom."

Both nodded their heads and whispered, "Yes sir."

"Ladies, please, don't be intimidated by the robe. I'm human just the same as you are, but I've been given the responsibility to sit in judgment of others who don't seem to be able to follow the general rules of civility."

He smiled at them broadly and let them know what they were about to see, and asked them about where he would find the offense.

Tara spoke up, "It was right near the end when Tommy was facing you. You were asking the lawyer if there were any more delays he had planned."

"Very detail oriented, I like that," he said with a gentle smile.

He ran the tape from a remote and forwarded to the approximate place where he would find the offense. He hit the play button and sure enough, the video showed him turning and mouthing "I'm going to kill you" plain as the nose on your face.

The judge made a quick phone call, and turned to face the three of them. "Thank you ladies. I appreciate you bringing this to my attention. I guess we'll have to handle this as soon as we've seated a jury. I don't want to spring it before then because the defense will come up with some bullshit excuse to delay things again while he studies the video.

Once the trial starts he can review it all he wants, but he won't be able to delay things while he does so. Please keep this to yourselves. Don't even mention it to the others at home. Once I've had the prosecutor admit it into evidence on the first day once the jury is seated, you can talk about it all you want."

He smiled at them and said, "You may go, and thank you again for your courage!"

The three of them left the court and headed home.

Tom looked at them and asked, "You guys hungry? I think I could eat a horse."

They both nodded their heads so consensus took them to a buffet salad bar where they had monster, all you can eat salads. They quietly discussed Tom's conversation with the judge and when he listed off the medals he'd gotten they both dropped their jaws and looked at him in shock.

"You were a war hero?" asked Marie.

"No Marie, I was a sailor doing my job. Someone thought the job was over the top and put me in for the medals. They're just that, medals and ribbons, no more, no less."

So he continued on with the story while scarfing down his second plate of salad, ending with the walk back to tell the judge about the threat in the courtroom.

They finished their lunches and stopped quickly at the grocery store to pick up something for dinner. Tom volunteered to do a big stir-fry chicken dish for everyone.

Marie jumped up and down clapping her hands, like a six year old, saying "Goodie, goodie". Then looking at Tara she told her, "Tom is a great cook when we can con him into doing it. It doesn't take much really because he really enjoys doing it. He does Mexican and Chinese to die for. Wait until he makes you some of his chicken enchiladas."

Tom suggested they get the ingredients for that meal as well and he could cook that up on Friday night before he went to work at the bar.

Tara marveled that Tom picked out all of the ingredients without a list. They got enough chicken for both meals and Tom said he'd bake the chicken for the enchiladas tonight so they'd be cool and ready to shred tomorrow.

"I have to be at the bar to set up with Rod at about seven or seven thirty, and we start the show at eight.

Tara got a panicked look on her face, and asked Tom, "You're going to be gone all evening?"

"Yeah, it's a show night. I'd be there tonight, but because of the things going on today, I didn't know if I'd be around to do the shift, but it's ok. Rod will take care of it," he said with a grin. "There just won't be a DJ out dancing tonight."

Marie started to chuckle and to Tara's questioning face said, "Rod is a little homophobic. He doesn't think he's going to 'catch gay', but being around us makes him uncomfortable. He took the job only because Tom would be there with him."

"He's getting a lot better Marie. I keep pointing out to him that nobody is bothering him or trying to put the make on him, so just chill and be cool." Then added, "Shit when we first started, he wouldn't go near the club unless I was there, so a night like tonight would be without a DJ because he wouldn't do a show by himself. He just has the typical reaction to homosexuality. Us guys aren't as cool with it as you girls, and like I say, he's getting a lot better about it."

Marie laughed. "Rod's a character. I kind of like him at arms distance. He's what I would call a 'Typical Guy'."

Tom nodded his head at that. "Yeah his girlfriends don't hang around all that long and when I talk to them they all say the same thing, 'Shoot and go Rod'. I've tried to hint around to him, but I can't teach him, some very patient woman is going to have to do that." Then chuckling, "When he tries to roll over and go to sleep, she'll have to say, 'Oh no you don't buster. You ain't finished yet!' and then proceed to lead him by the hand, or whatever, wait for it, comes to her hand."

"It won't be his hand Tommy," Marie said with a giggle totally missing the pun.

They finally got home with all the groceries, and Tom began his meal preparation after a quick shower. It was quick because he was alone!

When he came back downstairs he was wearing a pair of silk gym shorts and a tank top. That was it. Marie knew he didn't have any skivvies on.

So he started by putting the chicken for tomorrow's enchiladas in the oven to bake in spicy red enchilada sauce.

Once that was started, he began the task of chopping up the other chicken and all the veggies for the stir-fry. He always had an overflowing wok, but the women always had seconds, so there wasn't much left over.

So with all the prep done and the chicken in the marinade they wandered into the living room and plopped on the couch, one girl on either side of Tom. He remembered what Marie had said, so he turned his attention to Tara. He put his arm around her shoulders and let her lean in to put her head on his chest. He kissed her hair just above her ear.

Marie just smiled at them. She hoped Tara would let Tom do what he does to a girl. She was a little jealous, but knew that Tara really needed him badly right now and though she loved him, she had Lisa.

She had talked to Tara at length earlier letting her know that she should sleep with Tom just to get the feel of a loving man next to her. She didn't have to do anything and Tom would be good with that, but if she wanted intimacy, she couldn't do any better.

Tara had smiled shyly at Marie's suggestion that she sleep with Tom, but she also knew she'd do it. She also knew she needed some tender physical loving and had watched him with Lisa. She knew Marie was telling her the truth, but it was so hard to trust a man after...

She looked up at Tom making eye contact. She saw those same beautiful, warm, tender, calming eyes. She knew they could be as cold as ice, because she'd seen it, but they were nothing but warm and loving this afternoon.

She gave him a weak smile and snuggled a little tighter, but kept her eyes on his.

He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly. It wasn't a long, powerful, lick each other's tonsils kind of kiss. It was just a soft, loving, tender kiss, which is exactly what she really needed right now, someone gentle and caring.

When they broke their kiss, she was smiling at him and mouthed "Thank you" to him.

He smiled back and whispered in a really bad British accent, "I liked that. Please mum, may I have another?"

She chuckled and nodded her head lifting it to meet his. This time when their lips met, it was a bit more intense. There was definitely some "fuck me" in it on her part; he'd felt it too.

When this kiss was done, they cuddled a little closer and Tara started to purr. It wasn't a loud orgasm purr, but a contented purr. She felt very safe in his arms.

Then thinking about it she looked back into his eyes and asked, "Will you take me to work with you tomorrow?"

He smiled and replied, "Sure, if you want to go. I don't get off until 2am, so it'll be a long night, but you are always welcome to hang out at the bar."

Then to Marie, "Hey Marie, are you working tomorrow evening?"

"And miss your enchiladas? Not a chance mister!" she said. Then added, "I don't think so."

"Do you want to come to the club with Tara and me when I go to work?"

"Sure, that sounds like it'll be fun." Then with an evil grin, "And when we get home she and I can attack you and double up on you."

Tara blushed pretty red, and dropped her head a little, but smiled at Marie. You could see adventure in her eyes, so it looked like there would be a threesome in Tom's room tomorrow night. If Lisa joined in, well, Tom wouldn't have a prayer!

While Tara was snuggling she raised her face and began to give Tom little pecks on the neck and chest. That and her purring, was telling both Tom and Marie, that she felt comfortable with her surroundings and situation at the moment. They were both contented with that. Tara was starting her recovery. It would take a very long time, but she was on her way.

She looked into his eyes again, this time with a sheepish smile, and leaned her mouth up to his ear and began to nibble a little before whispering very softly, "Will you come with me to the bedroom?"

He moved is face back to look at her, and found a shy, nervous but smiling Tara looking back at him with lustful eyes.

He just nodded to her, bringing out a big smile. She began to wiggle out of his grasp to stand in front of the couch.

Marie looked up at her and immediately knew what was happening. She nodded to her, and mouthed, "Go for it." She felt a pang of jealousy, but it passed very quickly knowing that Tara was going to get exactly what she needed if that's what she wanted.

Tom leaned over to Marie to let her know what was up, but looking in her eyes, he knew she already had it wired. She just leaned in, gave him a soft kiss and said, "Thank you Tom." Then looking at Tara, whispered, "She really needs some soft loving baby." She kissed him on the cheek noting that Tara had put her arms out in invitation to him.

She took him by the hand and walked slowly to the room that Tom had given up to Tara. She closed the door behind them and turned to face him. He just stood quietly, looking into her very nervous eyes.

He whispered to her, "C'mere sweetie, I want to kiss you again."

Without any hesitation she moved into his arms and looking into his eyes, accepted his lips on hers. The kisses they were exchanging were becoming more and more engaging. She pulled her face away from his and looking him in the eyes whispered nervously, "Will you lay down with me for a while?"

He nodded with a sheepish smile. She took him by the hand and led him over to the bed then after looking down at it, looked back to Tom's eyes. She was still very nervous, but turned to him and started unbuttoning his shirt.

He put his hands on her hips and watching her, waited patiently as she removed his clothes. When she was finished, she stood up triumphantly, and kissed him deeply.

She put her arms around his neck loosely and whispered with a less nervous smile, "Your turn."

He looked into her eyes and whispered, "You're sure?"

She nodded her head emphatically, and said, "Yes. I need this Tom. I need you. I need some tender loving, and after seeing you with Lisa last night, I have no reservations."

"Ok," he said softly while reaching for the top buttons of the shirt she'd been wearing for the day."

He slowly but firmly moved around her entire body removing her clothes piece by piece until all she had left were her panties. He stood to face her, and with a smile whispered, "Tara, I don't want to take it. Please, give it to me." He leaned in and gave her a tender kiss.

She looked at him with a still nervous smile, but knowing what he as asking, snaked her fingers under the elastic of her panties and dropped them down and when they hit the floor she kicked them away. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed with all the passion born of the moment.

Tom pulled away slightly and looking into her eyes, asked quietly, "Would you join me in the shower?"

With a growing smile, she nodded her head. Hand in hand they walked to the shower where Tom reached in to turn on the water and adjust the temperature.

He looked at Tara lovingly noting that she was shying the way a teen girl would do, looking up at him but not wanting him to see it.

He smiled and putting two fingers under her chin to raise it up, looked her in those gorgeous eyes, and whispered, "You are a very beautiful woman Tara."

She looked up at him sheepishly and said almost imperceptibly, "Thank you Tommy." Then with a giggle, "It makes an old lady feel good."

"Old lady?" Tom asked incredulously. Looking around the room as if looking for something, "Where? I don't see an old lady here anywhere."

She blushed brightly, pressed her body into his tightly and pulled his face down to kiss him again. This kiss had "fuck me" all over it, and Tom would be happy to accommodate her desires.

They both jumped into the shower and began soaping each other gently. Tom made sure he didn't touch her breasts or mound while he made his way around her body. He just gently caressed her in the guise of soaping.

She kept her hands on his shoulders while he moved around her making sure everything got clean. You could hear her begin to pant, and moan in frustration as his hands got so close then bypassed the places she wanted his hands to "wash".

When he stood up to look her in the eyes, she threw out her bottom lip in a playful pout, and said, "You didn't touch me Thomas. I want you to touch me."

"Tara I just massaged most of your body, what do you mean I didn't touch you?" he asked looking at her with an evil grin.

"You left out a few places that need to be washed. Do you think you can find them and make sure they get clean, or do I need to do it myself?"

He saw the grin on her face and brought both of his hands up to cup her breasts and gave them a gentle massage. Her eyes sparkled, and she let out a loud moan when he started, and the moaning got even more intense when he started to work her nipples. He looked at her with a smile, and then lowered his face to take one of her mounds into his mouth causing Tara to shake noticeably and moan very loudly. Her body twitched uncontrollably, and her whole body became stiff. She made her way over the cliffs and jumped into the ever-mysterious land of "O".

Tom held her tightly while she started to come down a little from her first orgasm of the afternoon.

When her head was able to raise to his the eyes told the whole story. She didn't need to say a word.

"Ohmigod Tom. I want more of that," she gasped with a big grin. Since she had already washed him rather thoroughly she said, "Take me to bed. Please."

He nodded as she reached over to shut off the water and he reached out for a pair of towels. They slowly and sensuously dried each other top to bottom, and because of her request, Tom took her hand and led her to the bed, turned her around and gently let her know he wanted her to lay down with him. She slowly sank down onto her back, pulling him with her insistently.

He started to move to lie next to her, but she pulled at him making him understand she wanted him to mount her on top.

When he got into position between her widely spread legs, he dipped down to kiss her tenderly. Their eyes met just as his lips met hers. She expressed the passion she was feeling right through the darting tongue that was invading his mouth. They held that kiss for a long time while his stiff cock rubbed up and down her slit making good solid contact with her clit causing her to moan loudly into his mouth.

When she dropped her head to the pillow under her, she looked into his eyes and with her hands tenderly running through his hair, she whispered, "Fuck me Tom. We'll make love later because I feel that for you at the moment, but I need your cock inside me baby. Please, just fuck me."

He stared into her beautiful orbs and nodded his head feeling her reach between them and take his stiff meat and slot it between her soaking labia and pulled him gently into her steaming vagina.

"Oh god yeeesssssss. FUCK that's what I need. Uhh ... oohhhh ... ahhhh ... Shit. Oh fuck me baby, give it to me."

Tom got the impression that she was enjoying herself, so he set himself a good slow rhythm, and slowly and gently fucked her.

In another part of the house Marie looked down the hall with a huge smile on her face. "Thank you my lover," she whispered to herself. "You're giving this woman what she truly needs and it makes me love you even more." With some tears beginning to drip down her cheeks she thought, "I'm scared to death that I'm losing you honey, and though it IS inevitable, I'm not ready to let you go yet." With that Marie, broke down, sobbed openly, and hard. She didn't really know when, but she knew that the die had been cast.

Tara screamed out her pleasure for the third time, trying to keep as quiet as she could, but failing miserably. Even kissing him passionately couldn't stifle the moans and exuberant reactions to the feeling happening in her pussy.

"Come in me," she said breathlessly. "Put a baby in my belly sweetheart, I want to feel your warmth flood me. Then looking at him with deep smoky eyes, she passionately continued, "Let's make a baby Tommy. Come in me lover, I want to feel that."

With all of her words, Tom couldn't hold back anymore and blasted his offering deeply into her womb. She hollered loudly when she felt him beginning because it pushed her over into an extended visit to "Orgasm World" one more time.

They both collapsed, gasping for air like they had just finished a marathon, but Tom had the wherewithal to roll a little pulling her with him so that he didn't crush down on her body. When he started the roll she held on tightly not wanting to let him go. They quickly intertwined their legs so that she held his shrinking penis inside of her for now.

Looking into each other's eyes with incredible passion, they pecked kisses at each other continuously while whispering feelings of love. When he had recovered a bit more, he looked into her eyes, and asked, "Tara? What you said --"

She smiled and interrupted, "No Tom, I won't have a baby. I just know that saying things like that will make a man go wild, and it had the desired effect!"

"I certainly don't need another child at the moment. Dee is enough to keep me busy; she's my life. She'll always be the joy of my life."

"I can't wait to meet her honey. She sounds like a very interesting person."

Tara chuckled, "Don't be too surprised if she falls madly in love with you Tom. She needs a male influence, but a good male influence. I hope that in some way you can be that influence for her."

Tom looked at her mysteriously wondering what it all meant.

"I hope you'll be my friend forever Tom. You have already shown me that all men aren't total asshole jerks. You don't know it, but that is quite an accomplishment for such a short time."

"I know Marie is scared to death you will leave, but I know you won't, and I wouldn't allow you to 'leave' for me! She has Lisa, but she is so in love with you. It's hard to explain, but a woman can see it."

He nodded his head and said, "I know Tara, but I've told both of them a million times that I would never become a wedge between them. Their love is a rarity in its pureness. As much as I love Marie, there is no way that I could 'take her away' from Lisa with a clear conscience. Ain't gonna happen!"

Tara looked at him with a smile and let out a heavy sigh. They both looked into each other's eyes and slowly fell asleep in each others arms.

The buzzer in the kitchen went off, but Marie knew what to do with the chicken, so before the noise could disturb Tom and Tara she poked the button, turned off the oven and pulled the chicken out to cool.

Kung Pao Chicken this evening, Chicken Enchiladas tomorrow. Life is good!



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Chapter 21: The Trial - The nightmare continues - TDpt5


Monday morning at 8am Judge Barrtel called the court to order and explained what was going to happen to all of the prospective jurors, then he swore them all in.

At that the process of Jury selection began. They pulled numbers out of a "hat" until they got twenty-four prospective jurors. The first twelve were seated in the jury box and the preemptive challenges began.

The process of eliminating the jurors that each attorney either likes or doesn't like is maddening. The prosecutor was actually happy with all twelve of the original draw, he knew this case, and if heard by twelve half intelligent people would put the defendant away for a long time.

It actually didn't take that long to seat all twelve jurors and begin with the opening statements. Before things could get underway however, the prosecutor asked the judge to allow the introduction of some "new evidence" that had just come to light.

When the judge queried as to what the evidence was, as if he didn't know, he was informed about a videotape of the last court appearance.

Of course the defense objected because he hadn't had an opportunity to review this new evidence.

Judge Barrtel looked over at him saying, "Overruled counselor. You may review the evidence at the lunch break. I will not allow it to be introduced as evidence until this afternoon's session at the earliest, so it would behoove you to look it over at lunch."

"Yes sir. Thank you," he said glumly as he sat back down.

Prosecutor Simmons had decided that since the defense would take the opportunity to review the video he didn't need to introduce it into evidence that day. He conferred with the judge and the defense attorney at the bench telling both he would hold introducing the video until a later time, if he deemed it necessary. He had a plan.

Judge Barrtel wondered to himself the reasoning, but didn't question Mr. Simmons directly, but reserved the right to ask at a later time. Defense attorney Ternner was just happy he didn't have to address it with such short notice so he agreed.

For the next week the prosecutor laid out his case before the jury. He prosecuted all thirteen counts, some in a lot more detail than others, somewhat glossing over some, but touching each just enough for the jury to be able to make a logical decision on the count.

The most damning charge from a "legal" perspective was the assault and attempted murder on the police officer. He saved that charge for next to last.

He saved the assault on Dee and Tara for last because it would have the most "final impact" on the jury. He wanted that emotional tie to an abused woman and child to be fresh in the juries mind when they hit the deliberation room.

Tom and Marie attended every day, but Tara couldn't bear to make the trip on a few of the days. Tom was sure to give her a full report each evening so that she knew what was going on.

She was still terrified to be that close to the monster that had tried to kill her and her daughter. Tom could feel her stiffen then begin to shake for the entire time she was in the courtroom.

On the days Tara didn't attend he made sure that he and Marie sat directly behind the defendant. Judge Barrtel noticed, but also noted that once again, Tom showed great restraint in not whispering "sweet nothing's" to the defendant as the prosecutor continued to ensure he would never breathe free air again.

It took a week for prosecutor Simmons to present twelve of the thirteen counts to the jury. Monday would be the assault on Tara and Dee, so Tara had to attend because she was one of the prosecutor's prime witnesses. With all the other evidence he had determined with the concurrence of the judge and the defense that Dee would not be called as a witness. There was no need to subject the youngster to the prospective trauma.

The prosecutor finally introduced the videotape into evidence just prior to Tara's testimony. The defense attorney did not object. He'd seen it in all its glory and knew if he hadn't already, this was a lost cause. You don't do that kind of thing in a courtroom, but he would continue to defend him the best he could. That was a public defenders job. His heart was certainly no longer in it, if it ever was considering all of the evidence.

It was part of the prosecutors plan to leave the jury with the emotional trauma being put on a woman and her child by the defendant.

So it went for Monday with the prosecutor presenting his case.

Calling all of the investigators to testify, one of the last was the crime scene photographer. He introduced "twenty-seven, eight-by-ten color glossy pictures, with circles and arrows and a paragraph on the back of each one, explaining what each one was, to be used as evidence..." against the defendant.

Essentially they were photos of Tara's injuries, the condition of the house after he had smashed things and other relevant views of the crime scene.

Tara was the last witness to take the stand on Monday, and Tom would be first in the morning.

Tara related for the jury the entire story in minute detail, and totally broke down when telling of having to hide Dee somewhere else so that she couldn't be found in case he got out somehow. The eight women on the jury could certainly relate well to a mother trying to protect her child.

Tuesday morning, bright and early, Tom was called to the witness stand and sworn in.

When he'd been seated the prosecutor laid it out for the jury to understand whom this man was, and how he was involved.

"Mr. Tompkins. You seem to have quite a distinguished record of service to our country," he started with. "Two silver stars, with citations for Valor, numerous Gallantry citations, numerous commendations, even recommended for the Medal of Honor twice, with one recommendation still under review."

With a heavy sigh, "Yes sir," was Tom's only reply. He really wasn't comfortable discussing his military service. Much of it couldn't be talked about anyway.

"Mr. Tompkins, will you tell the court the circumstances surrounding such a distinguished record?"

Tom looked at him like he'd grown a third eye thinking, "Why the fuck are you asking me that shit. You know I can't answer that question."

"I'm sorry sir, I'm not at liberty to discuss any of those circumstances," he said calmly.

"Objection," from the defense table. "Those circumstances relate to the treatment of my client."

"Overruled counselor," Judge Barrtel ruled immediately. "Those circumstances are classified military operations and have no bearing on this trial, are none of our business and truth be told we probably don't want to know."

Looking to the prosecutor said, "You may continue Mr. Simmons."

"Thank you your honor."

The prosecutor looked directly at the defendant, and asked, "You were a United States Navy SEAL, were you not?"

He noted with amusement, the defendant's jaw nearly break when it hit the table.

"Yes sir," Tom answered quietly. There was a low murmur in the courtroom and looks of surprise in the jury box.

Judge Barrtel banged his gavel once admonishing those in the courtroom then nodded to the prosecutor to continue.

"You and your teammates were highly trained in tactics, self defense and clandestine operations weren't you Mr. Tompkins."

"Yes sir," Tom repeated once more. He was wondering where this was all going. What relevance did his service and training have?

"Mr. Tompkins, you were responsible for the capture of the defendant were you not?"

"Yes sir."

"Can you enlighten the court on that activity Mr. Tompkins?"

"Objection your honor," Ternner shouted. "That activity is irrelevant."

Judge Barrtel looked at the attorney with a smile and said, "Overruled. It is quite relevant Mr. Ternner." Then looking at Tom, "You may answer the question Mr. Tompkins."

Tom related the entire operation of taking down the defendant. He didn't leave any gory detail out. There were a few chuckles in the courtroom when he related his "taunting" of the defendant and many gasps when he related the broken bones and how easy it had been to take him down.

"So, Mr. Tompkins, you had the opportunity to kill the defendant during his capture, didn't you?"

"Yes sir, but it wasn't my job to administer punishment."

"Or determine his guilt?"

"I'm living with the results of the guilt sir. I see it, hear it and have to deal with it every day. I hope to someday be able to meet the victims daughter, but that has not happened as of yet because the victim is terrified to bring her from hiding."

"So you're not in any doubt of the guilt or innocence of the defendant?"

"That's not my job sir. That's what we are all doing here."

"Thank you Mr. Tompkins," then looking at the judge, "I have no further questions your honor."

"Mr. Ternner, he's your witness."

"Your honor can I declare that Mr. Tompkins is a hostile witness?"

Both Tom and Judge Barrtel got a wry smile on their faces, but the judge answered, "I suppose you can do that Mr. Ternner, but I don't think it's necessary."

"Your honor, this man nearly killed my client," Ternner whined.

"Yes, that may be true, but he didn't kill him, now did he?" asked Judge Barrtel obviously holding back a chuckle. "He assisted law enforcement in locating and bringing the defendant into custody."

The defense attorney turned and looked at Tom who was calmly sitting in the witness chair looking at him. There was no anger, vindictiveness, or hostility in his eyes. He was just waiting for the questions.

"Mr. Tompkins, can you explain that while all your training would have led you to take the defendant's life, you didn't. Did they teach you restraint as well?" he asked skeptically.

Looking right at the attorney he replied, "We were trained to do only what was necessary to accomplish the mission. Killing the defendant was not necessary to complete the mission successfully."

"But you wanted to kill him didn't you?"

"Yes sir I did, but once again it isn't my job to mete out punishment."

"Mr. Tompkins, please. You broke three bones in his arm and literally destroyed his breastbone, don't you think that is meting out punishment?"

"No sir. I did what I needed to do in order to subdue the perpetrator. He thought he was a tough guy, and tried to attack me again with a broken arm. I finished showing him that he wasn't a tough guy."

"Mr. Tompkins," he looked at Tom seriously for the first time, "Why didn't you kill the defendant, Mr. Tompkins? Really."

Tom looked at judge Barrtel for a little dispensation, but got none.

"Answer the question son," the judge said in a low voice.

Tom looked at Mr. Ternner. Tara got a shudder of shivering cold air when she looked at him on the stand at that moment; Tom's eyes were cold as ice, "It would have been too quick, too easy. The defendant deserves to suffer, a lot. Sending him to prison will be far more punishment than I could mete out by killing him." Then with all the coldness and detachment anyone could ever conjure he finished, "The victim hid in a gay bar because she knew she'd be safe there. He would never go into a gay establishment because he was afraid of 'catching gay'."

There was enough laughter in the courtroom that Judge Barrtel had to bang his gavel a few times and chastise the "peanut gallery", but if you were watching him very closely you'd have seen the edges of his mouth turned up as he tried to stifle his own laughter.

Ternner looked at him with a shocked look, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"I have no further questions your honor," and sat back into his chair next to his client.

The prosecutor stood up as if to call another witness, but addressed the judge, "You honor, I have no further witnesses, however I reserve the right to re-cross if necessary." Then looking directly at the defense table, "The prosecution rests, your honor."

There were multiple gasps in the courtroom and the defense lawyer's head snapped around and nearly broke off of his shoulders. Nobody was prepared for this. It was a slam-dunk for sure, but everyone thought the prosecutor would lay on "the emotions" more heavily.

He may have been influenced by Tom's lack of vindictiveness, but he had already presented an airtight case and really didn't need to waste anybody's time. Now it was just a matter of sitting through the defense's presentation.

The defense called two witnesses that did a song and dance, dog and pony routine on the stand, but when the prosecutor put them to cross examination, their "evidence" crumbled like so many graham crackers in the hands of a four year old.

After the presentation of the defense's best witnesses, and not gaining anything, the defense lawyer looked at his client, shrugged his shoulders, stood up and announced, "Your Honor, the defense rests."

That unexpected event caused even more numerous and louder gasps from the assembled peanut gallery.

So it was on to closing arguments, and the instructions to the jury.

It was close to the end of the day by the time the closing arguments were completed, so Judge Barrtel adjourned court until Wednesday morning, when he would give the jury their instructions and send them off to deliberate.

Tara was a bundle of nerves when they got home Tuesday evening after the whole gang going out to the local pizzeria for a healthy dose of pepperoni and cheese. Carol and Lisa had their veggie special as usual, but everyone else was on the heavy carnivore wagon that evening consuming mass quantities of "unidentified meat product".

Tara looked at Tom and moved to hug him. She was beginning to tear up and he felt the tears on his chest when they dripped off of her cheeks. He stood back, looked into her eyes, and whispered to her, "It's almost over sweetie. He'll be off for a long trip to the hoosegow very soon. I'd wager that within a week he'll have at least one large dick stuck up his ass and I'll also tend to bet he'll end up pulling a train." He was grinning from ear to ear.

Tara looked up at him with a breaking smile, and began to giggle. "That's quite a picture, but it couldn't happen to a nicer guy."

They all packed up the 3 slices that were left over and headed back to the house. Tomorrow was going to be a big day!

When they got back to the house the all poured whatever drinks they were going to nurse through the evening and sat around the living area to chat about whatever came to mind.

Tom looked around the room then at Tara and said, "You know what. I'd wager my next evenings tips at the club that he'll be dead within a month."

Tara's eyes got wide and everyone else looked at him in shock.

"Listen," Tom continued. "He thinks he's a badass, a real tough guy. Once he gets to the joint, he's going to find himself at the bottom of the food chain and he's going to piss off someone who really IS a badass. If they don't stab him to death, they'll choke him with something and tie it to his bunk so it looks like he hung himself."

Looking around, "Anybody want to cover that bet?"

Looking around the room he had no takers. The women knew that if Tom was willing to bet on something, he was pretty damned sure he wasn't going to lose. Hell, a night's tip was sometimes $1500 and that was only half because he and Rod split the tips 50/50.

Tara still had her arms around Tom's neck and was looking into his eyes. She leaned up, kissed him gently, and said softly, "Thank you so much for being my strength sweetie. I don't know what I would have done without you to lean on and go to for advice."

Tom looked at her with a smile, "It's been my pleasure sweetheart. You deserve a whole lot better than you had."

Looking around the room the pairing up was already beginning, with Carol and Sheryl occupying one couch, Marie, and Lisa on the other. Both pairs were tenderly kissing each other while trying to pay attention to what Tara and Tom were up to.

She looked up at him with a grin and whispered, "Come with me big boy. I think I can use some personal attention."

Tom grinned at her, nodded his head and said, "Lead on McDuff."

She took his hand and looking at the other pairs, said softly with a smile, "G'night you all."

Lisa felt Marie stiffen for just a second before she relaxed and gave them both a smile.

As Tom and Tara made their way down the hall to the bedroom, Lisa looked tenderly at her lover and asked, "It hurts you doesn't it?"

Marie tearfully nodded her head imperceptibly, and whispered, "Yeah, but I know it shouldn't. You are my love, my mate. But fuck Lisa, I love him so damned much sometimes I can't stand it."

"I know sweetie, it scares the shit out of me, but whatever is meant to be will be, so I try not to over react."

"No Lisa, you have nothing to be afraid of. I'm yours. I know it's inevitable that Tom will leave us, but I'm just not ready to give him up yet. Tara needs him. I can see that and I have no qualms in giving her what she needs. Shit Lisa, they're both het's, why wouldn't they latch on to each other. It doesn't hurt that she's a damned doll." Then giggling, "I have a hard time keeping my hands off of her myself."

Marie and Lisa giggled with each other, and Marie tightened her grip on Lisa trying to let her know that as much as she loved Tom, Lisa was still her choice."

Down the hall you can only guess what was going on, but the other four heard loud emanations of orgasmic delight from behind the door. Secretly all four hoped that Tom and Tara had "found" each other. Even Marie.



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Chapter 22: The Verdict - The Nightmare Finally Ends - TDpt6


They all got up bright and early on Wednesday morning and after their cleanups headed out to get some breakfast. Tom had also predicted that the jury wouldn't take long and if this were a capital case, they'd want to strap him in the chair right then and there.

He was reminded a couple of times that it wasn't a capital case, and he just got a knowing smile. He'd raise his eyebrows and nod at whomever was giving him the lecture.

After the third "lecture" he looked around the table and chuckled then said, "It IS a capital case ladies, because he will be executed. It just won't be the state doing the killing. Quite honestly, I hope who ever does it doesn't get found out. That's justice!"

When they got to the courtroom there was a bevy of activity awaiting the appearance of Judge Barrtel. He was actually about ten minutes late.

The judge apologized to the court, and proceeded to give the jury their instructions on the case. What they could or couldn't find, the options they had to choose from then he sent them on their way. It was time for deliberations.

The girls wanted to go somewhere to do something to kill whatever time they'd have to wait. Sometimes it took days to deliberate on thirteen counts. Tom just looked at them calmly and said, "Just stick around. By the time you get somewhere to do something the jury will be back. Mark my words. They'll take one vote on each count, write down the unanimous results on the sheet the judge provided, and they'll be out to send the bastard to hell once and for all."

It was the assault and attempted murder on a police officer that was going to fry his little pussy ass, and Tom knew it, but it would put him away for a long time.

It turned out that the prophet Thomas was pretty close to right on the money in his predictions.

The jury was out a whole two hours and ten minutes before buzzing the judge to let him know they had reached their verdicts.

When the court was opened and quiet, the judge asked the jury foreman if they had reached their verdicts and received an affirmative answer.

The judge looked at the jurors, and then instructed the defendant to stand and face the jury.

"Fuck you," was the response.

At that, two very burly sheriffs' deputies jumped in behind him and literally jerked him out of his chair. One was heard to say, "The judge said stand up and face the jury shithead, and that's exactly what you're going to do." Then looking at Tom with a grin, "Or we'll ask our SEAL friend if he would like to help convince you." Tom's exploits in the capture of the defendant had reached "the troops".

"Please read your verdicts," instructed the judge after reading his copy. Tom could see what the results were in the Judge's body language, but waited with everyone else.

So the jury went through all thirteen counts finding him guilty on all thirteen.

Since there as no motion to postpone sentencing Judge Barrtel, thanked the jury for their service to the community, and released them back to their lives.

He then looked over to Tom and Tara, then to the defendant who was still being held in place by the two law enforcement gorillas that had been assigned to the judge Barrtel's court for exactly this reason.

Tara was nervously holding Tom very tightly waiting to hear what the judge was going to do about sentencing, but Tom had been right about everything else, she was hopeful that he was right about the sentences. What do you think?

He started at the top and worked on down the list passing sentences for each count. He did get 25 to life on the assault and attempted murder of the policeman; he got 25 to life for the assault and attempted murder of Tara. Additionally he got 25 to life for his assault on Tom. On down the list until he came to the last one at which time he looked at the defendant and told him, these sentences will not be served concurrently. These sentences will be served consecutively.

Essentially what the judge had done was to give him a sentence of life with no parole because he'd serve the first 25 to life, and if he made it through that one he'd then serve the second 25 to life and so on. The total years he was sentenced to was 140, so it was not likely that he'd ever breathe free air again.

Of course he went ballistic and gave the deputies all they could handle. He was cursing, and yelling how he was going to kill that sleazy cunt and that faggot boyfriend. He spit it out while turned and looking directly at Tom.

In front of god and everyone Tom just smiled coldly at him and said, "Say 'hi' to Bubba shithead, and get used to having your hands around your ankles tough guy." While he was saying that he made a circle with the fingers of one hand while the index finger made its way through the circle in the age-old signal. The message had been received because suddenly there was a look of shock and fear in his evil eyes. Looking at Tom's face, he saw nothing but an ice cold big smile and Tom's fingers doing a "toodleoo" wave while he put his other arm lovingly around Tara who was still petrified.

"It's over honey. He's on his way and he'll never get out. Because of his attitude and demeanor I'm sure he'll go to a maximum-security facility.

"What did you signal or say to him Tom. He suddenly turned white and got a look like the fear of God."

Tom repeated it for Tara, and said he told him to get used to his hands around his ankles. He came to the realization that he was going to get it in the ass once he got into the general population. He was going to find out he wasn't as tough as he thought.

They all left the courtroom after thanking the prosecutor. Tom looked up to the judge and received a wink with a smile. Tom gave him a nod to thank him.

Tom had driven over; on the way back to the house he took a slight detour, and stopped at the club. Everyone knew what was going on, so when the six of them walked in there was a little trepidation until they saw the looks on their faces.

Tom looked at the bartender and with a grin said, "Drinks all around Frankie. We have something to celebrate."

Frank looked at Tom with a smile and said, "The first round is on the house Tom, and for you six it's on the house until you leave."

"Thanks Frank, we appreciate it."

"So, what happened," he asked with interest.

"They convicted him on all thirteen counts, and the judge sentenced him to around 140 years. All of the sentences to be served consecutive not concurrent, he'll never get out."

Then as an afterthought he said, "Hey, I offered a bet with the ladies that he'd be dead inside a month. I bet a night's tips, any takers?"

Nobody stepped up so Tom's tip jar was safe. He figured it was safe anyway.

So life went on, somewhat back to normal or at least some semblance of normal. Now that there wasn't much danger of him "finding her" Tara went out, rented an apartment for her and Dee, and promptly moved in.

It was a tearful parting, but Tom knew he had an open invite because she'd already voiced it to him. She told the ladies they were welcome to visit any time and that she would come by every now and then for some fun. The girls let Tara know that she could drop Dee off any time and they'd be happy to keep her entertained.

Tara didn't go pick up Dee right away. She wanted to make sure things were just so, and had to go to the other house to get both hers and Dee's things and arrange them. Tom came over to help her move all the things. She didn't want to stay in that house, as there were too many bad memories, ghosts.

He told her he understood, and while they were working around the apartment getting things set up, she dragged him into the bedroom more than once. He always went back to the house with a smile on his face, and Marie knew what had happened. He did not neglect Marie at all. She was happy that he felt the same, but she also knew he was side tracked by Tara. She just thought it's not such a bad thing.

About two weeks and a couple days after things started to return to normal, they'd received a call at the house, well Tom picked it up. It was the public service officer at the high security prison they had put him in. They had found him cut to pieces, literally, in his cell that morning. They had an idea who had done it, but no proof, so it may go unsolved.

Tom thanked him for the information and said he'd let Tara know.

He picked up the phone to call Tara.

She answered cheerfully but his somber tone made her instantly uneasy.

There was no "I told you so" or gloat in his voice when he told Tara that he'd have won his bet.

"Tom?" she asked breathlessly.

"Last night baby. It's totally all over. You'll never have to be concerned about him again." He saved the gory details knowing she didn't need to hear that part. "Need to know".

After some hesitation Tara replied, "Thanks Tom, I appreciate you letting me know. I don't think I'll tell Dee, at least not right away."

On a more cheerful note, he had called Tara for a couple reasons, and a date that night was one of them. Instead she invited him over for dinner.

"Oh. And by the way Tom, Dee is here now and she's very much looking forward to meeting you."

"Well you tell her that the feeling is mutual," he said cheerfully.

"I'll do that. See you at six sweetie."

Tara had accepted the job with a local start up company, and it was taking most of her time. Dee was relegated off to day care most of the time and those times seeing Tom were getting further and further apart.

Even so he was always there for Dee whenever he was needed. It was just that Tara wasn't always around when he was. He knew she loved him. She'd said so on numerous occasions, but she said she had to concentrate on her job.

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Suddenly Tara felt her shoulder being shaken. With a start and a weak squeaking "eek," she was suddenly awake. Julianne was shaking her and looking into her eyes with worry.

"Tara," she heard. "Tara honey. Are you alright?" It was Julianne's voice.

As her mind started to return to consciousness, she realized she had been dreaming. More like having a nightmare, but she could feel that she was sweating.

"I'm ok Julianne. I just fell asleep and was having a nightmare."

"Apparently!" the attendant said emphatically. "You sounded like you were in a lot of pain and I was beginning to worry about you."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I was dreaming about a really bad part of my life and how it has affected me today. I'm sorry that I startled you."

"It's ok sweetie, as long as you're ok."

"Thanks Juli, I'm ok, she said sheepishly. "I guess I shouldn't sleep on an airplane after 3 drinks."

They both chuckled and Julianne looked down at her and with a giggle, "Can I get you a drink Tara?"

"Damn woman, are you the master of torture or what?" Tara asked laughing.

The flight went on and Tara visited dreamland again, but this time had nothing but good dreams about Deanna and Tom, and how much love there was with all of them.

When she awoke, there was about an hour and a half left of the flight, so she had slept close to 16 hours total, with short interruptions for meals, another drink or two and the one wake up from Julianne.

When she woke up she got up and went to the forward restroom to relieve some pressure and while she was up and around, she ran into Julianne sitting in one of the seats reading a book. For the most part her job on this flight was finished. Most everyone was still asleep so there wasn't much demand for her.

Tara slid into the seat next to her and smiled. Julianne closed her book and met Tara's eyes with softness. The two women took each other's hands and both smiled knowingly. Tara began to lean, and seeing that Julianne moved to meet her. Their kiss was very sensual and while their tongues were exploring the mouth in the next seat, both reached up with their hands to cup the others breasts.

Soft moans escaped from both while they explored each other once again.

Looking into Julianne's eyes, Tara asked, "How long are you going to be on stopover Juli?"

Julianne smiled while she gently pinched one of Tara's breasts, "This flight is four days. Then in a couple weeks I'll be back for another four but that's as far as I know the schedule so far. It should be four or five days every couple weeks." She smiled at Tara.

"I'll be in the same place for probably the next year," Tara sighed. "This is my last trip over though so you'll have to visit at the other end. I've got some stories for you this trip!"

A couple of the people near them started to stir coming out of their sleep, so they went back to just sitting and chatting. It was usually like this on the flight, but they had actually had enough time to make love with each other on one flight.

Tara wondered if Dee had sensed something the last two trips home, at least until she'd brought Julianne home last time. There were a few times when she caught Dee looking at her in a "strange way", but she wouldn't say anything. Dee was that way. If Tara wanted to talk about it, ok. Dee wasn't going to broach the subject because it was private. Now it was moot.

When the flight landed Tara went to claim her baggage and waited in the claim area for Julianne to join her for the quick ride to her apartment in town. They would spend a couple days becoming reacquainted with each other.

Then Julianne would have to jet off for the next flight assignments, and Tara would have to return to the factory to see how it had gone during the time she wasn't there.

She was very pleased with what she saw and heard.



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Chapter 23: The Future Begins


Tara would be back about 6 months after Dee's 18th birthday, so as soon as we got the final date of her return, our wedding would be 2 weeks later.

I couldn't wait. I know Deanna was anxious to "get on with it" because she wanted to give me a baby so bad she could taste it.

She'd stop taking her birth control 4 months prior to the wedding, so there was a chance that she could be pregnant when we said our vows, but it does take a few months before the effect of the pills are expunged from the system.

But that was in the future, and we had a year to plan, so I gave the wedding plans to Dee as her project. She gave me the biggest smile ever when I told her. I also told her that if she needed me to do something to let me know, and if she wanted to put it into a project management program to keep track of tasks and timing, I'd help her learn to do that.

After we left the airport, we took a quick stop at the club for a burger and a drink. No specials this time. I looked at my watch to see what time it was, and smiled at Dee.

She knew what the smile was for. "Carols going to be there isn't she?"

"I think so," I said to her, "How'd you know?"

"Tommy. I can read you like a book! I like Carol too, so I'll be happy to see her. She hasn't been over to visit for a few months. Wonder if she's found a boyfriend?"

"Well, you'll just have to ask her won't you," I said with a grin.

We pulled into the parking lot, and left the car. Don't need parking today and just because I have a "private parking place" doesn't mean I have to use it. We proceeded in to the bar and sure enough, Carol was working the bar until the dinner hour.

As she walked over, Dee ran up to her, threw her arms around her neck, and gave her a big hug. When they started to break the hug, surprisingly Carol leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips.

I could hear Dee gasp at that, and the grin on Carols face was priceless.

Carol led us over to a corner table, and went to get our usual drinks. As she was walking away, Dee "hollered" to her, "Hey Carol could we have a couple of club burgers, medium, with fries and a salad. Save you a trip with menus." She laughed at that, and so did Carol.

"You got it sweetie, I'll bring your drinks right up."

So we had our burgers and a drink and because it wasn't very busy, we got to spend some time with Carol. The bartender wasn't going to say anything. She was always on top of any orders, and he knew of the friendship, but I doubt he knew that Dee and she were sleeping together occasionally.

Doesn't matter either way, Dee invited Carol over that evening after she got off of work, and she could shower and dress there if she wanted. Dee just wanted her undressed, but that's beside the point!

As we left hand in hand, we walked on air into the parking lot. The decision had been made. The date was tentatively set, and the ball was rolling. Dee was ultra giddy, and totally squirrelly, she was so jazzed.

When we got to the house, we walked into the kitchen and put down our things, and Dee was on me like flies on a fresh cow pie.

She had my pants undone quicker than I could have done it myself, and she took me by the hand into the living room and pushed me down onto the love seat. She was naked so fast I didn't even see the clothes coming off. I think she was totally naked before the first item hit the floor, but was I going to complain? I think not!

She climbed up on me with a leg on either side and just looked me in the eyes. There was a sparkling look there I had yet to see. This girl never ceases to amaze me.

"Tommy, I love you!" she gasped out as she wiggled her pussy against my stiff cock, which by that time had grown in between her legs so that it was sliding up and down her soaking slit with every movement she made.

"I love you too, honey," and knowing what she really wanted to hear, "I want my cock in your pussy lover."

At that, I took her hips and lifted her up so that my cock met her opening directly and I gently pushed her down, impaling her on my rod, which caused a huge groan out of her.

"Oh god Tommy. That feels soooooo fucking good. Fuck me hard honey. I really need my pussy fucked hard."

I moved around sitting up with her impaled on my cock and stood up. As I did that she wrapped herself around me tightly as I walked towards the bedroom.

Without a thought I got up on the bed on my knees and with her still wrapped around me I lowered us both down to the bed, and just started plowing into that wet tenacious tunnel.

She screamed, moaned, gasped, groaned and grunted while her pussy matched me stroke for stroke. I felt the tight muscles in her snatch massaging my cock a few times as I just kept ramming my cock into her as deeply as it would go.

I was getting close to my release, and she could tell because as I was slamming down into her, she was pushing up to me so that my cock was going so deep into her I thought I'd see it coming out of her mouth. She wrapped her legs around my ass and started pulling me in hard and then I literally exploded in her. I must have left a gallon of cum in her gorgeous pussy this time. Yeah right. While I was throbbing and spurting, her pussy was milking me like my dick was a cow's teat. This woman could do things with her pussy muscles that are almost not human! Hmmm, there are aliens amongst us.

I kept my cock rammed into her and she kept her vagina pushed against me until we both collapsed. I rolled us on to our sides so that I wouldn't crush her with my body. We were very adept at this maneuver by this time.

We did a spider with our legs to hold my cock in her, practicing for baby making. She cooed and we pet each other softly until we both fell asleep.

The next thing we both knew, we heard a voice downstairs yelling in, "Hello. Anybody home?"

It was Carol.

Shit. We'd slept for almost 5 hours. Well, we had kept Tara up most of the night.

"Upstairs in the bedroom, Dee shouted down, but we're naked, so be prepared"!

I could hear Carol laughing as she walked up the stairs, and the next thing Dee and I knew, Carol was in the bed with us. Naked.

Dee kissed her deeply, and said, "We need to get cleaned up a bit. Care to join us? I mean there's plenty of room in the shower."

"Sure. I need a shower anyway, and some clean clothes if you don't mind."

"Hell no!" Dee laughed. "What do you need clothes for?"

"My closet and dresser are always open for you. Grab anything that suits your fancy for the evening" Dee chuckled.

Dee and Carol disappeared into the closet, and I just grabbed my silk robe and headed off to the shower.

I was all cleaned up and pretty much finished by the time the girls got there.

Dee looked at me and smiled, "Done"? She asked.

"Pretty much. You ladies can have at it."

"You can watch if you want," they both said nearly simultaneously.

Well yeeaaahhhh! I'll be watching. Wild horses couldn't drag me away from this show.

Both women dropped their robes and moved towards the water, which was still running.

They proceeded to wash each other very sensuously, gently caressing every part of each other's bodies.

After cleaning and rinsing they were holding each other close as their breasts pressed against each other, their pussies were pressed together and they were devouring each other's faces with passionate ultra French kissing. Soooo sexy!

Their moans were getting much louder, they were both mewling uncontrollably and I could hear Dee purring like a cat. A very large cat!

When Dee gets really turned on, she has this ability to purr. I don't know how she does it. Hell, science doesn't know how cats do it, but it's a real turn on for me, because I know how turned on she is to be doing that. Our lovemaking gets very intense when she purrs. I love it!

Carol was in for some "real action", but I'm sure she could handle it.

They each took a towel and started drying each other delicately, and both moved into the bedroom and slowly on to the bed.

Their bodies were still more or less entwined, so it was fascinating to watch them move through the bedroom, and get into the bed. They were rolling, holding and pressing their parts into each other.

Dee ended up on the top for the first go around.

I decided that the chair at the window would give me a good viewing and opened the window just a little to get that cool air from outside on my back.

Both of the girls were writhing around each other, and Dee was holding herself off of Carol while she licked and sucked on her face, neck and ears. Down Carol's shoulders she moved, and like taking a cue from my "methods" she didn't touch either breasts or pussy. She just moved around it letting her hands and mouth do the stimulation.

Carol was moaning loudly and wiggling under Dee like a wounded worm. I think she'd already had a couple orgasms and Dee had just gotten started.

I noticed that Dee was rubbing her clit on Carol's thigh and Carol was doing the same as each was climbing that mountain together.

Now that Dee had covered most of Carol's body with kisses and tonguing she move back up and looked her right in the eyes while pecking her lips with her mouth. The game of tongue tag had begun. Dee kissed her eyes, forehead, nose, cheeks and then her lips as her hands started to move to Carol's pert breasts.

As Deanna first touched the soft orb she was exploring, Carol screamed loudly as her body arched up off the mattress and her body stiffened, wiggled, and shook for at least half a minute before collapsing back onto the bed.

Dee continued to move her tongue around the base of each tit and up to the nipples, pulling each gently with her teeth.

Carol was going crazy by this time, and I had a hard on like I haven't had in eon's. These two women were so erotic it was an incredible show.

I moved the chair a little closer for a better view of what Dee was doing to Carol as she proceeded down from her breasts to her belly button and kissed the gold ring that Carol had pierced it with, flipping it around with her tongue causing a huge breath and moan to leave Carols body.

Dee continued downward until her lips were in the small patch of hair that Carol hadn't shaved off. It was shaped like a small triangle pointing "south". Dee licked and sucked on the area around the small patch and let her face move down Carols inner thighs' skirting the outer lips of carols tight snatch sending Carol off into another wiggling and writhing session.

I could see Dee's tongue lightly surrounding Carol's entire slit just on the outside edges which was driving Carol's desire to even higher places. Dee had an almost evil smile on her face as she took her tongue and moved it to the bottom of Carol's slit and slowly moved it up towards that small triangle which now had a little soldier protruding just below its tip. I noticed that Dee stopped just short of the nub, and began slowly circling just missing its obvious tip.

Carol's hands grabbed Dee's hair and it appeared she was going to force her head inside her pussy, but about this time Dee took her lips and firmly grabbed Carol's clit and began to thrash it with her tongue.

I thought Carol was going to come off the bed she bucked up so hard and fast. I had to look to make sure Dee still had her front teeth in place as Carol literally exploded. Dee kept up her motions though slowing slightly to try to bring Carol down somewhat gently.

She was panting, moaning, mewling all the while gasping for whatever breath she could suck into her lungs.

As she started to relax a bit more, Dee stopped her machinations and moved slowly, gently but deliberately up Carols body moving to the outside so that she could hold her in her arms.

I stood up with my rock hard cock leading the way and headed down to the kitchen. I grabbed a 6-pack of sugar soda with straws, some crackers, cheese, salami, some mini carrots and celery sticks. I poured some Ranch Dressing in one cup and some Blue Cheese dressing in another cup and put it all on a tray with some empty glasses and took them up to the room where Dee was petting Carol gently while whispering in her ear.

I placed the tray on the nightstand furthest away from where the girls were laying, and popped open a Dr. Pepper, which I know is Carol's fav, poured some into a glass, put in a straw and handed it to Dee who placed the straw down to Carol's lips and told her to suck slowly and drink.

Carol looked out through slits and slowly sucked up some of the soda as I prepared some for Dee as well. Dee asked her if she wanted a carrot or some celery figuring she wasn't quite ready for crackers yet.

Slowly Carol's energy level came back up as she took in some nourishment and she was able to sit against some pillows stacked against the headboard.

"Shit Dee," Carol croaked. "Where the fuck did you learn to do that, as if I need to ask? That's just like Tom eats a girl."

Dee looked at me with a big grin, "I learned it from Tommy," she said quietly. "That's what he does to me, so I figured I'd try it on you."

Carol looked at me like I'd grown 3 heads, and with a crinkled nose she said, "Ahh. The gay women strike again? Have you been giving clinics Thomas?"

I just smiled and handed her a cracker with some salami and cheese on it and turned to make one for Dee.

Dee apparently missed Carol's question, so as though she didn't already know, "It's too long a story to tell Carol, but suffice it to say that Tommy lived with four gay women at one point and learned all those places to make a woman sweat." Then as though her brain finally caught up with her, "Oh wait. You already know all of that ... D'oh!"

Dee added, "I hope to meet them at our wedding."

"Wedding? Is there something you've been meaning to tell me?" Carol chided with a grin.

Flashing her ring at Carol, she beamed as she said, "Mom's going to be home a couple months after my 18th birthday and we're planning on having the wedding a week or two after she's back."

"Well. Congratulations guys. That's incredible! To be honest, I noticed that ring a long time ago. Shit, can't help but see that thing, I'm surprised you don't walk around with an armed guard," Carol said with a chuckle.

"Thanks Carol, but please keep it to yourself for now. The ring has been obvious, but for now we don't want anything official. We'll make an announcement at the club when we know more closely when the date will be, but we don't want to hurt any feelings by not inviting everyone."

"I can certainly understand that," Carol observed, "But what about the difference in your ages?"

I looked at Carol with a smile, and said, "It doesn't matter to me, and it doesn't seem to matter to Dee either. I've found the love of my life. I just can't believe she's so young, and loves me with the intensity that she does."

Carol just smiled and shook her head, "Incredible. I've sensed the love between you two since the first time you brought her to the club Tom. She looked so fucking hot that night I wanted to eat her right then and there, but I could tell she wasn't legal age to be in the bar. I'm not sure who else might have really noticed, but because of your position nobody was going to say anything about it."

"I was kind of counting on that, but if we'd been challenged we'd have left without incident," I noted, "and it wouldn't have affected my dealings with the club any. I knew I was pushing the envelope, but I also knew she didn't look like she was fifteen either."

"Ohmigod, she was only fifteen?" She said looking at Dee who was grinning from ear to ear. Then with a chuckle added, "You are a fucking cradle robber you dirty old man!"

"Fifteen Carol. She's got another almost ten months until she's eighteen," I added, "And she wants to have a baby in the worst way, but I'm making us wait until after the wedding."

The whole time we were chatting I was feeding crackers and cheese with salami and carrots and celery to both of them. Well. I was munching myself, but it was an interesting conversation. I think Dee had found her first co-conspirator in planning the wedding.

I couldn't wait.

With energy replenished, Carol and Dee both looked at me with evil eyes before embracing and giving the impression they were beginning anew. As they kissed and groped, first one, then the other, would put her mouth next to the others ear, of course the ear away from me, and whisper conspiratorially then giggle quietly. This went on for a few minutes as they continued to caress each other tenderly while looking into each others sparkling eyes.

This was not good. At least not for me as I had this funny feeling that something was about to draw me into some kind of joint activity. "Oh, come on, hurt me," I thought with a smile.

The two of them continued to caress each other very softly which should have raised my suspicions right off, but I was too involved with watching to really see what was going on.

First Dee, then Carol broke free from their embrace and both started moving in my direction and when I tried to move away a little so the tray didn't get involved, Dee pounced ensuring that the remainder of the crackers, cheese, salami and veggies scattered to the "wind" and were lost to the room.

With Dee having my legs captured, Carol moved towards my half hard penis, wrapped her hand around softly, and started to stroke. As she stroked gently she lowered her head down, took the end of my cock into her mouth, and thus began another marathon for me with more than one woman at a time.

As I had thought to myself a few minutes ago, "Oh, please, hurt me."

Dee released my legs knowing that I wasn't going anywhere as long as Carol was in control of my tool so she moseyed on up and began putting very gentle, soft, sexy kisses on me. The look in her eyes was pure lust and she kept them locked on me like a cat staring at a bird in the grass.

Somehow I had the feeling that this was going to be a long evening, but I think we were all up for it, and if not, we'd certainly be up for it in the morning when we all woke up in the same bed. Naked!

Carol and Dee took turns massaging my entire body from head to toe, one would get me close to a climax then back away long enough for me to reset. It was maddening, but incredibly sexy.

Flat on my back with one of them on each side of me, one would work high and the other low, then they'd switch up both taking great care to ensure that I stayed hard as a rock, but without squirting, yet.

Dee moved up and covered my face with hers making little kisses all over my head, ears, nose, eyes and lips. She was extremely gentle and very sensuous so when Carol lowered herself onto my aching dick, I about exploded without warning.

But I guess that was the plan. Both had cum so many times during all this manipulation that making me shoot my wad immediately was what they really wanted to happen.

Ok. Well it did, and I filled Carol with as much sperm as a man could conjure up in a short time and while I was finishing my explosion I could feel it squishing out around the edges of my cock and Carol's tight sheath.

She and Dee looked at each other and started to laugh. It must have been an inside private joke, because I didn't see anything funny happening.

While still sitting on my half hard cock Carol bent down and started to kiss Dee very passionately and while this was going on, Dee was moving her pussy to where it was right above my face.

I'm not one to pass up such a blatant opportunity, my tongue found her slit immediately and started to stroke that little nubbin that was sticking its neck out for me. As soon as my tongue made the slightest contact Dee let out a moan that you could have heard in Shanghai which startled both Carol and me.

Dee just kind of rocked against my mouth with her eyes nearly bulging out of her head and started to cum.

"Oh god Tommy ... Oooohhhhh gggooodddddd ... Aahhhhh ... Nghhhaaaaaa," and her body shook like an earthquake, got stiff as a board then she collapsed on top of me gasping for air like she'd just run a marathon.

Her body was still shaking and trembling, but her breathing was slowing a little and getting a bit more shallow, so I rolled her to one side and took a look at Carol who had a look of both fear, shock, and "why couldn't it have been me"? But seeing the condition that Dee was in, I don't think she had those desires for long.

Dee was still panting as I reached to the nightstand and got a cold soda with a straw for her to sip on. I put the straw up to her lips and without opening her eyes she took a few small sips from the bottle.

I'd been paying so much attention to Dee that I hadn't noticed Carol disappear until she came back into the room with another tray of goodies to replace those all over the floor so we could replenish our energies.

It took Dee probably 10 minutes before she could even sit up with her back against the headboard, and even then Carol and I had to help her up. She was as limp as an overcooked noodle, but she was smiling and giggling to herself. I had never seen her doing this kind of thing and I guess it kind of freaked me out. Carol sensed that and let me know with a squeeze on my thigh that Dee was fine and to just give her some time to recover.

While Dee was recuperating from her orgasmic explosion, Carol and I gently kissed and stroked each other, neither trying to over excite the other, but both of us wanting the other to know we appreciated the company.

Carol was a special woman to me. Had been for quite some time, and now I think she and Dee were going to become pretty damned good friends. I couldn't think of many other women that would challenge Dee and be challenged by her. It was almost a match made in heaven. I also knew that both Marie and Lisa would be a challenge for Dee, but they were elsewhere.

Little did I know what was in store for me with these two, but it was sure fun when I found out.

It seems that somehow Tara was sensing some of these goings on. I think Dee's explosion must have tweaked her receptors because the next afternoon as we were all sitting round the table munching on fresh fruit and veggies the phone rang. Dee looked up at me and without a sound lipped "Mom" to me, with a huge grin on her face.

She picked up the phone and instead of Hello, or Hi or anything else she just said into the instrument, "I love you mom."

She started to giggle and followed it with, "I knew it was you. After the orgasm I had last night, I knew you had to be vibrating even if you are 10 thousand miles away."

She listened for a bit, and talked a little and before Carol and I knew it, an hour had passed and the two of them were just chatting away like Tara was across the table.

Then just as suddenly, "Ok mom. Yes I know. I love you too. Yes mom, we'll save some of him for you. No mom, we won't kill him. He sure seems to be smiling a lot. Ok. I'll talk to you soon. I love you." And hung up the phone.

"It was mom," she stated purposefully with a grin, like the two of us couldn't tell.

"So how's she doing," I asked politely.

"She's fine. They were having some strange problem with the builds she was working with, but it's all worked out now and she may be home a month or so early because the job will be done. Since she's not taking any more assignments and they know she's retiring when she's done with this project, they've just told her to tie up all the loose ends and head on home. She said they'd settle the payments and the retirement when she got back. They also assured her that she'd done such a good job, her bonus would be quite substantial and that with the retirement she would be very comfortable for the rest of her life."

I thought to myself, "Good grief. She's 31 years old. Retiring from active work and the company is telling her she'll be comfortable forever.

She's paid a very heavy price for her success. Dee may not realize it now, but she will sooner or later understand that her mother sacrificed much of the "best years of her life" to ensure that they were both comfortable after that.

All I could do was smile at Dee and ask, "How soon will she be here"?

Dee looked at me nervously and said, "About 5 or 6 weeks from what she could tell."

And I had to ask, "Why the nervous look honey"?

"Tommy. I'm just so nervous about mom being here and knowing about you and her in the past. I'm scared to death something is going to happen to us."

I had more re-assuring to do. Even though she knows her position in my life, she's still a teenage girl and has all of those feelings of possible rejection and hurt. You know, the kind of things that most teenage girls went through all the time. But Dee's not "most teenage girls".

"Honey, you have nothing to be nervous about. You are my love and that's just the way it is. Yes. I love your mom a lot, but it's not like the love I have for you, nor could it ever be."

Dee looked at me with teary eyes and as she started to say something, Carol kissed her gently and said to her, "Go with the flow sweetie. Tom's not going to let you down. I've never known any man that was as in love with his woman as he is with you."

Dee looked at her and smiled a little smile, and nodded her head whispering, "I know Carol, but I'm so scared at times."

I leaned down and hugged the both of them and thanked Carol, and told Dee that I loved her again.

She grabbed a hold of my arm, looked up at me and said, "I know Tommy, I know. I'm just so nervous about life. Mom's going to be here soon and I'm thrilled to death about that, but it still makes me nervous."

"Honey. There's nothing I can say to you except that you don't need to have any worry about my love for you. Ever!"

She hugged my arm desperately, closed her eyes and just went into thought.

At that, Carol kissed her again, then stood up and kissed me gently letting us both know that she had to go run some errands and get some things done.

"Thank you both for such a wonderful time. I hope we can do this again some time," she said with a grin.

Dee looked up at her and giggled, saying, "We'll do it again. Soon"!

I smiled at Carol and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and she was gone.

So it was just Dee and I again. I kneeled down, took her in my arms, and just held her close.

After a short time, we stood up and locked eyes, kissed and started towards the bedroom. But this time it was for a cuddle, rest, and reassurance, which we readily partook of until we were both hungry and needed to go out for some food.

I did have to remind Dee that she had some cleanup to do before we left for dinner. She figured it out on her own though when the crackers crunched under her feet.



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Chapter 24: The Wedding plans


The wedding was rapidly approaching and Dee was being a typical woman awaiting her wedding. She was squirrelly with stress and bouncing off the walls. Fortunately she wasn't working alone, and I had given her carte blanche to do whatever she wanted to do. After all, weddings are usually for the bride; the groom is just along for the ride.

When things got started Dee didn't have any idea of what to do, so Carol was a good sounding board. She had planned her sisters wedding as well as the first wedding for her brother. She had a good idea of how both sides of the routine worked which helped Dee immensely.

Once they got started it seemed like things were going fairly smoothly. The two of them broke it down and each ran off to do their assigned tasks. The only assignment for "Tom" was to be sure I had a white tuxedo that fit, was clean and to be "to the church" on time.

Check, done, in the closet wrapped in plastic. Hey. This is easy shit! It's going to be here at the house. How can I be late?

Carol went out to arrange the flowers, cake and caterers, while Dee went to find the dresses that she'd need for herself and the bridesmaids. They didn't know it yet, but Dee was going to ask Marie, Lisa, Sheryl and both Carols to be bridesmaids, more than anything she wanted Tara to be her Maid of Honor.

The date had been set as best they could project Tara's return. Tara wasn't positive when it would be either, so she could only give Dee and me a ballpark guess.

It turns out she was wrong. She would be back home and retired about ten weeks sooner than had been planned or communicated. She was elated, and decided that she would surprise Dee by just "showing up" at the house. She debated on whether or not to tell me so I could pick her up at the airport, but decided to just take a cab and be there. She had a key to the house, so if nobody was home, she could just let herself in.

I had already asked Jim if he would be my best man, and Jim had agreed, so that part was already settled. I let Jim know that when the time got closer we could hit one of the finer men's stores and pick up a tux for him.

Jim asked if the place I was thinking of rented tuxes. He'd rented them before, but it was always at a rental outlet.

When I told him that we'd just buy him the tux, he argued that he never had occasion to wear a tux, so he always rented one the few times he'd ever needed one.

"I'd rather you spend that kind of money and give me a new set of wrenches," Jim laughed. "At least they'll get used all the time."

"If that's how you want to work it Jim, it's ok with me. I know I have three black and three white in the closet for any occasion."

"Yeah, but you use them Tom," Jim observed. "I'd wear it for the wedding and then it would collect dust in the closet until I wore it in my casket. It wouldn't even fit the next time I went to wear it so the undertaker would have to rip it up the back," he laughed. "I appreciate your offer, but it really wouldn't be money well spent."

"Ok," Tom capitulated. "We'll find you a rental, and a new set of wrenches," he said with a grin.

"Hmmm," thoughtfully, "Since my next project is the next Porsche RSR, I'll need metrics. Craftsman or Snap-on would do nicely," he said with a big grin and a chuckle.

"If that's what you need, that's what you'll get. Hell, it's not like you haven't done a shit pot full of work on my projects. Is the RSR you're talking about yours or is it the one in my garage?" I knew full well what he was talking about, little did he know!

"What do you think?" laughed Jim. "I'm retired and I park cars. "Where am I going to get the bucks for an RSR?"

"Oh I don't know. I got mine pretty damned cheap!"

"Yeah?" he looked at me skeptically. "What's cheap to you?"

Tom tried to remember what he'd paid for the cars. It had been a few years since he'd picked them up but the price was so good there was no way to pass on any of them. "I think it was somewhere around $9500.00 Jim, and considering it's a $45,000.00 car, I figure that's pretty cheap."

"Yeah. Ninety five hundred is pretty cheap all right, but I don't have that kind of geetus just hanging around. Besides, I'd bet you'll spend thirty-five thousand on parts before you're done."

"That's about what I figured, and most of that is cosmetics. I've done, or I should say, we've done the engine ourselves, sent out the tranny since neither one of us likes to do transmission work, and re-done all four corners in competition format. There's not much left to finish it up."

Jim nodded his head with a smile. He enjoyed working with me on cars. Even though we were a little more than 25 years apart, we enjoyed each other's company. Our bizarre senses of humor were pretty close, our military experience was similar, and we were both car freaks. Some days Jim would come over to the shop and we'd work for 8 hours in near silence. Other days, it would be grab ass and bullshit all day while turning the wrenches.

Dee and Carol were out doing some shopping, not wedding related this time, when Tara pulled up in the taxi. She paid the driver and because he hefted her bags up to the front landing, tipped him very well and thanked him profusely.

She managed to get inside and put her bags in the guest room before anyone got there, and was just sitting in the living room having a glass of soda when Dee and Carol came sauntering in carrying bags of goodies.

When Dee walked by she looked over and just said, "Hi mom," before she realized, "what the fuck"?

"MOM," Dee squealed, dropping everything and literally launching herself at the couch where Tara was sitting. Fortunately, Tara had the foresight to put her glass on the table next to the couch and away from any edges.

Dee wrapped herself around her mother like a tailored suit, and hugged her tightly. Both of the women were in tears letting each other know how much they'd missed the other. Dee left no doubt how much she loved Tara.

Much to Carol's surprise, well not really given their recent experiences, Dee pulled her face back looking into her mothers eyes and proceeded to kiss her very lovingly. Tara not only didn't have a problem with the show of love, but also returned it in kind.

Carol decided to just go on with what they were doing, and when Dee had greeted Tara adequately, she'd rejoin in the previous tasks.

Dee and Tara spent the better part of an hour talking, getting to know each other again, relating what's been going on in each of the two locations. Dee held Tara's arm close to her the entire time.

Tom wasn't spoken of either, but Tara had done that on purpose. She knew that Dee was still a little uneasy about the past, and didn't want to raise any anxiety needlessly. She'd see Tom soon enough. She figured he was out doing something. Well, duh?

Carol wandered through a couple times just putzing around the house. She'd actually started dinner for everyone already. When she wandered by this time, Dee called out to her.

Having forgotten that they'd met at the club on "twin night" Dee went through formal introductions, and was shocked when Tara stood up and gave Carol a good kiss on the lips.

"Honey, we met at the club. Remember?" Tara asked.

"Oh that's right. I'd forgotten," Dee said blushing. "Carol is helping me with planning the wedding, and now you can help too. We didn't expect you back this early, but it makes me sooooooo happy!"

"No. I didn't expect to be back so early either, but I was finished with the assignment so there was no reason to hang around just waiting for time to pass. My boss here told me to just pack up and come home. So that's what I did," Tara grinned.

"I'll drive over to the office in a couple weeks to do all the retirement paperwork. Tom's already set me up with the money manager that he uses, so if I like him, I'll keep him," she said smiling.

She thought she could broach the subject now that his name had been mentioned. "Speaking of which, where is Tom? It's unusual to be here and him not be around."

Dee just smiled at her brightly and said, "He'd have been here if he'd known you were going to be here. He's in the shop with Jim working on the Porsche. Honestly, I think he bought a couple more after they started working on the one that's been there forever."

"Tom was going to buy Jim a tux for the wedding, but Jim convinced him that it would be a waste of money because he didn't have occasions to wear a tux. They'll rent one, but jokingly he told Tom to take the money and buy him a new set of wrenches, so he did."

Then almost secretively she told both Carol and Tara, "I think he's trying to get at least one of the Porsche's ready by our wedding. Jim is going to shit, but Tom wants to give him the first one they finish as a "best man" gift."

Both Tara and Carol nearly dislocated their jaws when Dee let them in on the secret.

"How the hell am I going to match that for my bridesmaids and Maid of Honor?" she lamented.

"Have you thought about that yet honey?" Tara asked Dee.

Dee smiled at her and nodded. "The only one I haven't asked yet is my Maid of Honor," she said slyly.

"Oh? How come?"

"Because she hasn't been around," Dee answered cryptically.

"Oh. Whom are you going to have as bridesmaids," Tara asked not catching on to Dee's comment.

"Well I don't have anyone around here that I'd even want to ask, so Carol said she'd be one," looking at Carol with a smile. Carol knew that Dee was going to ask Tara to be maid of honor, and was chuckling to herself the way she was going about it.

"Then I asked four other women if they'd like to as well and they all said yes, so I'll have five total."

"Oh," said Tara with a look that was difficult to read.

"The person who I want to be my maid of honor is back now so I guess I can ask her," Dee said coyly.

It was everything Carol could do to keep from laughing out loud, which would blow Dee's fun.

Tara just nodded her head, still totally clueless.

Dee made sure to make good eye contact with her mother and asked, "Mom, I'd be really honored if you would be my maid of honor."

Tara's jaw dropped and her eyes started flooding. She reached out, took Dee into her arms, and sobbed. Carol started to chuckle at the way Dee had pulled it off.

"Oh Dee," Tara choked. "I'd be so honored to do that for you. I can't believe you'd have asked your mother."

Dee looked at her mother very tenderly, "Mom. The maid of honor is usually the bride's best friend. You are my best friend in the world and always will be."

Now all three of the women were in tears, blubbering all over each other. That's how I found them a minute later when I came home from the shop.

The first thing I noticed was that there were three women on the couch. Two were wrapped around the third that I couldn't see much at all, but something had them all in tears.

"Uhh," I mumbled. "Dee, Carol, what's up? Why all the tears?"

Dee looked up to see me and said enthusiastically, "Tommy! Mom's back early!"

"Huh?" Then I recognized the third woman on the couch. Tara.

"Tara, you're early," I declared notably. Nothing like stating the obvious, but I was as much in shock as Dee had been.

"Yeah. They sent me home," she replied with a smile.

"Wow. That's great. So does that mean you're officially retired?"

"Well yes and no," she chuckled. "Yes, in that I don't have to go to work anymore, no in that I still have to go in to do all the paperwork to make it official so they can pay me, release my bonus and all the other "things" they promised when I agreed to take on the project."

I looked at her with surprise. She finished, "I have to check in after a few days to take care of everything. I was realistically finished with the project, and Peter just said to come back instead of just sitting around waiting for time to pass."

"That's fantastic. That was really nice of him to do that," I said. "It's great to see you, and I'm sure Dee is thrilled as well!"

Looking at Dee, Tara said softly, "She asked me to be her maid of honor Tommy. Maybe being a guy you don't understand the significance of that, but..."

"No, you're right. I don't, but I'm sure it's similar to the best man. It's usually the person you spend the most time with growing up, or a best friend."

Then tearing up again, "She told me that I was her best friend. I'm so overwhelmed; I don't know what to think. After abandoning her for three years, she still considers me her best friend."

"You didn't abandon me mother, what the hell are you talking about?" Dee shot at Tara.

"Honey. I wasn't here for you. I pawned you off on Tom for three long years," she whispered starting to weep softly. "Baby, I can never express to you how guilty I feel, and how much I've missed you."

"Mom, Stop that. I don't want to hear that stuff any more. You didn't pawn me off on Tom. I forced you to leave me with him. You knew what I wanted." Then looking at me with a grin, "And I got it."

"Dee, I --"

"I don't want to hear that crap mom," Dee interrupted immediately. "You did what you had to do for both of us. You didn't go work your ass off just for you, I know that already. You did that for both of us, and there's really no way I can ever repay you for that. You left me with my fondest dream. How can I ever repay you for the love of my life? I know that you wanted him too, but your priorities weren't with relationships. You were focused on our survival."

Tara looked at her daughter with bleary eyes thinking, "Where did this woman come from. Is this my little girl? When did she grow up like this?" When she thought of that, it made her sob harder.

"Baby. I've missed so much. You're not my little girl anymore. You're a mature grown woman. I missed those best years of your growing up. Your mother wasn't here when you most needed her."

"Mom, I said stop. I understand you're beating yourself up over not being here, but I had Tommy. No, it wasn't mom, but he was certainly the next best thing for me. Anything I needed to know, anything I asked about no matter how girly or embarrassing from a woman's perspective, he answered honestly without hesitation. If he didn't know the answer directly, he would ask one of his friends, usually Carol, and she'd either come over, or give him the answer and he'd tell me. Yes, I missed my mommy, but she was doing what she needed to do for us."

Dee looked at Tara and put her arms around her even tighter, "I'm sure you're feeling soooo guilty about all of that, but I think it made me love you even more. It brought us closer than we have ever been, or could have been, if you'd been here trying to hassle me about growing up."

Chuckling with a warm smile, "I mean you're the mom, it's up to you to make me turn out right. That can drive a mother and daughter apart because of 'differences of opinion'. That didn't happen with us."

Her tone changed to a very soft voice telling Tara, "Mom, I meant what I said about you being my best friend. If you were such a bad mom, how the fuck could I say that?" She was going for the shock factor now and it seemed to work.

Carol decided to interject a little, "Tara, she means what she says. I can never recall ever hearing a cross word, or a complaint about 'mom's not here', or anything of that nature. Only excitements when she knew you were coming home for a while. I saw nothing but warm feelings and big smiles when she'd talked to you on the phone. Maybe you weren't here physically, but you were never 'not here'; you were always around."

Tara didn't know what to think. She looked up at me and I gave her a loving warm smile with understanding eyes. She looked at Dee and saw nothing but warmth and love. She looked back to me as I held out my arms inviting her for a hug.

She looked to Dee and asked, "May I baby?"

"Of course you can mama. I know you both love each other. It's been difficult for me to deal with at times, but I want you to be able to continue to love each other. I know Tom loves me, I don't doubt that at all."

Then with a grin, "We're going to share him mom. He'll be my husband, but he'll be part yours too."

Then laughing out loud, "How many guys get to sleep with their mother-in-law?"

With that Tara rose up to my invitation and allowed herself to be completely surrounded in my love. While I was holding her closely, Dee mouthed to me without a sound, "You and mom tonight."

I just nodded to acknowledge I understood what she'd said, then watched as Dee and Carol communicated something, both smiling like Cheshire cats with canary feathers at the corners of their mouths.

Both of the ladies stood up and hugged, looking at me with a grin. "Tommy, we're going to take off. We have some stuff to take care of."

Tara turned to look at her daughter with very suspicious eyes. "When are you going to be back honey?"

"Always the mom, huh? Can't go out anywhere without having to report back in?" she said laughingly.

Tara just shook her head and laughed. "I guess you caught me! But from that answer I can only assume you'll be home late if at all."

Dee's eyes sparkled. She looked at Tara, "I'll be ok mom. I won't be out with some guy getting pregnant." She laughed out loud.

Tara extracted herself from my embrace and turned to hug her daughter. She looked into Dee's dancing eyes, and gave her a very tender kiss letting Dee start some mild tongue tag. When their kiss broke, Tara looked into Dee's eyes once again and said, "Be careful honey." Then with watering eyes, whispered quietly, "Thank you baby."

Dee smiled and gave her a pecking kiss and whispered back, "Don't worry about me mom, we'll be at Carol's. Enjoy mom. I know you need it."

Tara blushed but nodded her head slightly and with a smile watched Dee and Carol head out the door leaving her alone with me.

I may be a clueless guy, but I was aware of what Dee had just done. I put my arm around Tara's shoulders and we made for the kitchen to figure out what to do for food.

It was obvious to both of us that Dee had left us alone for a reason. No rocket science here, slap in the face apparent! So we decided to take full advantage of the opportunity, since it was "approved" by Dee, so we grabbed something easy to provide some nutrition and energy.

Our conversation went from one subject to the next, I asked what Tara's project had been if she could talk about it yet. There really wasn't much she could say until she had her retirement papers, and had asked Peter if it was public yet. I totally understood that and didn't press Tara for anything further.

We finished up with food and cleaned the kitchen. On our way to the shower we stopped off and mixed up a couple drinks at the bar. From there it was off to clean up land, and beyond.

There was no rush. It was still fairly early and Dee would be gone until the next morning at the earliest. I stripped down to my boxers, and sat in an easy chair and sipped my drink while Tara did a slow strip for me. At 32 Tara was just gorgeous. She took it down to her panties, then with drink in hand, came to the same chair and planted herself in my lap.

Sipping on our drinks slowly, we chatted a little then I set my drink on the table and took hers from her to set next to mine. Our eyes met, and I pulled her in for a tender kiss. It escalated from there. Before I knew it, she was wrapped around me like a spandex-racing suit, her mouth firmly attached to mine.

I decided that I could let my hands wander a little so moved them to those special abdominal areas continuing one up to cup one of her firm breasts. She moaned in my mouth when my fingers made contact with her nipple and just rubbed it gently.

She moved her head away from me making good eye contact, and whispered to me, "We better get in the shower sweetie or I'm going to jump your bones right here in the chair."

I looked back into her eyes and chuckled. "I guess that's a good idea honey, because I want you on the bed, not in this chair."

She looked at me through half open, lustfully smoky eyes that were clearly saying, "let's fuck". She giggled quietly, got up off of my lap, and offered her hands to pull me out of the chair and on to the shower room.

Having turned the water on, I switched my attention to the young woman that was just dropping her panties to the floor next to me.

"You're still a beautiful woman Tara. I know exactly what Dee will look like in fifteen years," I said haltingly gazing at her luscious body.

I moved around so that we were face to face, and put my hands on her hips. She smiled brightly putting her hands around my neck and began to run her fingers through my hair softly. I maintained eye contact and moved one of my hands down to her naked mound and gently pushed my fingers against her clit. She moved her feet apart, giving me a loud moan, and watching her eyes, saw the near collapse that was coming.

Quickly I moved her to the bench seat that was in the corner of the shower, put there for just this purpose, and gently let her sit. I was still playing with her little sentry and her body was shaking in recognition of the attention. She had her eyes closed when I sat her down, but they shot open immediately when her butt hit the warm slate. She knew what was coming, or should I say whom?

Her eyes met mine and she uttered, "Ohmigod Tommmm ... I need ... thiisss!"

I gave her a bright smile in return and continued my gentle movements around her clit. Her arms came up around my neck again, and she began to slowly run her fingers through my hair once more. I dipped my hand down to split the labia that were hiding her entrance and gently pushed two fingers through them and into her soaking vagina.

She nearly jumped off the seat when, with my fingers hooking upwards wiggling slowly, my thumb began to rub on her clit with a little more pressure.

Tara exploded. "Shhitttttt ... Tommmmeeeee. Ohmigod, ohmigod..."

Her body stiffened and twitched to a point she nearly slid off the seat. It was only my kneeling between her legs that kept her seated. Her head pitched forward forcefully almost hitting me in the forehead, but I saw it coming and ducked back enough that she missed. That would have hurt!

I held her tenderly as she made her travels through the valley and began to recover from the trek. Her breathing was becoming raspier than the uncontrollable panting that accompanied her trip.

After a few minutes, she looked into my eyes with a big grin, still panting softly, "Oh god Tommy. I needed that soooooo badly. I can't tell you how much I've missed your hands and lips. Julianne is good, but she's no Tom," she said with a wry smile.

"Julianne? When is she coming for another visit?" I asked. "Did I miss something?"

"Probably not. You dirty old man. Don't you have enough pussy around here yet?"

"Me? Not enough pussy? There is plenty in just one of my ladies, my dear; I certainly don't need any additional. I was just inquiring whether you would have a guest around once in a while. I'm assuming that you are going to accept our offer to live here with us."

Tara giggled again and replied, "Yes honey. I'm going to live here with you and Dee. I treasure the fact you both would consider doing that. Usually the "Mother-in-law" is ostracized and banned from the abode."

"You're not what I would describe as a typical Mother-in-law," I retorted with a chuckle.

Then, "I mean, how many men get to fuck their mother-in-law and receive as much love as he gives."

She had fully recovered from her foray with orgasmic delight, and we proceeded on with our scrubbing, groping and then drying. Once dry, we made our way to the master bed, where Tara pulled back the sheets then turned to look at me with those burning half open lustful eyes.

She put her arms around my neck and meeting my gaze whispered, "We can play later sweetie. Right now I want that rigid thing that's poking my tummy, inside that tummy. I need that so badly baby, and the warmth of your semen flooding me."

I was going to argue with that? Not likely!

She slowly laid herself out in the middle of the bed. Her smoky eyes, begging for the attention she was about to receive. She put her arms out to me in invitation, while I slowly slid myself into position to mount her.

When the bottom of my stiff penis rubbed up her vulva and scratched the head of the little sentry, she jumped and moaned loudly, bringing a huge smile to my face. I leaned down to her and placed my lips softly on hers, a kiss that was returned with relish.

I pulled my head away keeping my eye contact with her. I could feel her hips moving to place my cock into the position it needed to be in order to part the protecting labia and enter the wet, soft velvet tunnel behind them.

She didn't have to act alone. When I felt the urgency in her movements, I just allowed my cock to drop slowly down her soaking slit, and then I pushed through and into her waiting vagina.

When I made the initial entrance she moaned loudly, and moved her hips upward to meet my downward thrust. Before her moan was finished, and she could say, "oh shit," I was buried balls deep inside her making sure that our pubic bones were once again properly introduced.

"Ahhggghhh ... nngghfffngggg ... Goddddddd thatttt's whaat eyeee neeeeeddddeddddd! Oh yes Tommy. Fuck me baby, ohgod fuck me!"

Her eyes shot open when I started moving in small tight circles around the post that was impaled in her sopping sheath. I could tell that the trip up the mountain overlooking the valley of "O" was nearing the summit, and the fall was about to start.

It did, and it was quite a ride. She nearly bucked me off a few times, but I made it well past my 8 second buzzer, and continued to press into the proud soldier standing its ground admirably.

Her internal muscles attacked the intruder with a vengeance, however I was able to contemplate the careers of Gayle Sayers, Merlin Olsen and Vince Lombardi to distract and postpone the inevitable for a little longer.

I held myself deeply inside of her while she recovered from the journey. It wasn't all that long until she was ready to begin the hike once again, so with that, I began to give her slow, gentle, loving strokes while kissing her tenderly telling her how much I loved her.

She returned the sentiments and for the next thirty minutes or so, we made soft, tender, gentle love to each other. Even though the "goal" wasn't continued orgasmic experiences, she went over the precipice a couple times before she was able to squeeze an offering from me.

This is the way a man and a woman should demonstrate their love for each other physically, with slow, deliberate, gentle intensity borne of the respect and admiration for each other's sexuality.

When I had finally pushed out the last squirt into her welcoming womb, she wrapped herself around me tightly to ensure I didn't go anywhere, like I had plans to do that. But instead of lying directly on top of her, I moved a bit to the side where we continued to kiss each other softly. Looking deeply into each other's eyes, whispering sweet nothings of love, we drifted off to na-na land. Though it was still quite early we slept through the night waking early the next morning when the sun began to light the room.

When I awoke I saw two gorgeous eyes looking into mine. She had already found and placed the usual morning wood where she wanted it, and was slowly moving it in and out enough to stimulate her waking clit. I gave her a soft moan to acknowledge her actions. I pulled her over the top of me taking her weight, such as it is, and raised my knees to part her legs even further.

We made love tenderly for what seemed like hours before one massive climax on both of our parts ended the session and reminded us that we were both hungry.

We got up, showered and made our way to the kitchen just in time for Dee and Carol to return, fully relaxed and with big smiles.

Dee smiled brightly and put her arms around Tara to give her a good morning hug. "Didja have fun mom," she whispered almost imperceptibly so that no one else could hear it.

Tara whispered back just as quietly, "It was wonderful baby. Thank you so much. I needed that so badly."

Dee giggled and then both she and her mother observed that Carol had attached herself to Tom and both were swapping spit actively while mother and daughter reveled in their previous evening.

"Get a room for christsake," Dee cackled.

They broke their kiss long enough for Tom to quietly say, "We can do that you know."

Tara and Dee chuckled loudly, nodding their heads.

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As the date for the wedding got closer, Dee got squirrellier than ever. She would talk incessantly and sometimes incoherently at a pace only a roadrunner could keep up with. Tom and Tara would look at her and just burst out laughing, causing her to babble even more.

A little less than 3 weeks before the magic day, both Dee and Carol were away on some mission or other. Tara had gone to her office to finalize some of her retirement, bonus and other job related things. In all it was a very good day for her, and like me became a consultant.

Peter had impressed on her that even though she was retiring and wouldn't be working actively full-time on company projects now, she was still a valuable asset to the company. He let her know that a couple times a year he would probably need her services for a few weeks because of her experience in evaluating a process, finding flaws, then developing methods to fix the flaws. She was able to get them implemented in such a way that didn't step on any toes, or cause any bad feelings within the development crew. If she would agree to do that, the company would pay her around $750.00 an hour depending on the complexity of the task, and the anticipated duration.

Tara wanted to know if she would have to travel, and if she really had the option to decline a request if she "just didn't feel like hassling with it".

Peter said that the possibility of travel back to Asia was real, but that it would probably not be necessary. He assured her that if travel was needed that all of her expenses would be covered, and she could take Tom and Dee with her, on expenses.

While she was in Asia for the last 3+ years she had taken only enough payroll to cover her needs, which in Asia were quite inexpensive. The company had agreed to redirect her payroll into an investment account, but pay the taxes so that even though it would look like a very large lump sum, it wouldn't have to be claimed for tax purposes because it was "savings" and taxes had already been paid. As usual the only tax liability was on the interest earned, which in the accounts she had set up with her financial manager were actually quite substantial. Everything was set up so there would be no tax implications on withdrawal because all the taxes except interest had been paid.

Bottom line is that when bonus and deferred salary was figured and taxes paid Tara "banked" in the neighborhood of about $40 million, "give or take" a few million, a rather nice neighborhood to be in.

So when she got home and we sat down in the kitchen sipping on a drink, it was an interesting conversation. She had been released to discuss the project and all the pieces that Tara had contributed. It left me completely awestruck. You'd never know it from normal conversation, but Tara was an incredibly intelligent, insightful woman with a quick mind that designed accurate solutions to extremely complex problems.

Now I'm no slouch, but there was a lot of the conversation that I had to ask for specifics because it was way over my head.

While we were talking a car pulled into the driveway, that we didn't notice because we were concentrating elsewhere. It didn't even register that there were additional but faintly familiar voices outside on the walk.

It wasn't until the door opened that we both looked up to see what all the commotion was about and noticed the new additions. Dee and Carol had them in tow like they were long lost buddies. It was obvious that the bags they were carrying were not light.

Tara jumped up and shouted, "Lisa!"

"Oh my god, I don't believe it. What are you doing here?" Tara asked in shock, and then noticed the others. "Marie, Carol, Sheryl. Holy Shit." Then looking at Dee with questioning eyes, "You're responsible for this aren't you?"

Dee gave her a "who me" look, but then nodded with a smile and said, "These are my bridesmaids mom."

While all of this was going on, my jaw about came out of joint. I hadn't seen any of these four in quite some years, well, ever since we'd each gone our separate ways. It brought up some painful memories, and I guess it showed on my face, because Lisa moved over to stand in front of me. She put her hands gently on either side of my face, and with a nervous smile she whispered, "Hi Tom."

"Lisa. I can't believe you are all here," I choked out nearing tears.

Lisa turned around to look at Marie, with some tears starting, which were noticed by Dee and all the others. "I was so afraid that we would cause him pain," she said with a quiet sob, "And I can see from the look in his eyes I was right." Then turning to me, "Tommy. Oh Tommy, I'm so sorry. We didn't want to cause you anguish, and I can see that it has."

As I began to cry I put my hands to Lisa's cheeks and whispered, "No Lisa, I'm so happy to see you all I can't describe it. Yes, it brings me some very painful memories that I'd buried long ago, but they need to be dug up and dealt with."

Then I leaned down and kissed her softly like I had done in the old days. When our lips parted I saw that she had begun to weep as well.

Dee and club Carol kind of moved to the side allowing the six of us to hug and kiss each other. It was mixed emotions on my part. It was so good to see them, but it reminded me of one of the most painful times in my life. Until Dee, I hadn't recovered enough to go out with anyone but Tara. It was only because she saw and understood what I was going through that she was able to help me reconcile everything within myself. It's one of the things I meant earlier when I'd said "Tara had picked me up when I was down, so I felt like I owed her."

Marie was last in line and she was openly sobbing when she came to stand in front of me. She put her arms up around my neck and sobbed, "Oh Tommy, I'm so sorry. We never should have parted the way we did. It has hurt me deep inside ever since, and no, you don't fool me mister; I can see it is still hurting you as well."

She leaned up and gave me a quick peck on the lips, "We need to work on those feelings honey. I'm so happy that you have found the love in your life, because it makes it easier for me to tell you that I still love you intensely baby. I honestly do, and both Lisa and I have talked with Dee so she knows how we feel too. She told us that she is very secure in her love with you, and that she wants to help us work through these emotions. She knew before she asked us to be her bridesmaids that there was a good possibility that this all would happen, but she loves you so much that she wants it to help you not hurt you."

With that she leaned up and kissed me like she kissed me before. Dee walked over to us while Marie was kissing me, and put her arms around us both whispering, "I love you Tommy. I know that Lisa and Marie do too, and I know you love them. I see the hurt in your eyes when ever they come to mind, and it's time we end that hurt. I don't know how we're going to do it yet, but we're going to make it happen."

Both Marie and I looked to her with strained smiles then she continued, "I've talked with both of them a lot. I know you don't know it, and I'm sorry I did something like that behind your back, but I needed to know them. I had an idea that might help, but I needed to get to know and to trust them."

Lisa and Tara both came over to join the group hug, while both Carols and Sheryl stayed more in the background. The emotional attachment with Carol and Sheryl never happened the way it did with Marie and Lisa. They were secure in themselves, and though they shared my bed on many occasions, it wasn't the same emotionally as it was when Marie and I or Lisa and I made love. The three of us were truly in love with one another.

Dee let out a heavy sigh and said, "We've got three weeks before the wedding and a whole lifetime to work it out if that's what it takes, but Tommy, I don't want you to hurt when you think of these women." Then she started to cry, "There's nothing wrong with fond memories, but you are in pain honey, and I want us all to work that out."

We got everyone settled into their respective rooms and let those that wanted to work on cleaning up, get cleaned up. We all met again in the living room, and decided we all needed to go out for something to eat. Carol had to get ready for work, so she bid everyone adieu, got hugs and pecks all around then headed home.

We sat in the living room with a drink and talked for a while before we left for the restaurant. I decided to pull out the Caddy again since it would comfortably seat all six of us.

We all stood up and looked at each other shaking our heads, and I just had to comment, "I can't believe this. I don't know how we're going to do it, but we do need to work this all out. Knowing Dee, she's already got a scheme in mind, but lord only knows."

Everyone chuckled, Dee just gave everyone a smug smile, and we headed for the garage and the antique Cadillac.



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Chapter 25: Dee Adds Six for Nine


We sat in the restaurant chatting, drinking whatever it was that was in front of us, and generally re-hashed old times a little. I was feeling a little better about things knowing that I had Dee. She is an amazing young woman and as much as I loved both Marie and Lisa, neither could really stand up to Dee in my mind. Some of the pain was slowly being washed away already.

After a few hours, we decided to adjourn to the house and continue there. This could turn out to be a very long night. We've had these kinds of discussions before in the old days, and it seemed like before we knew it, the sun was coming up over the horizon and it was time for the day workers to shower and get off to work – with no sleep. We were all a little younger then!

I don't know what was said, but there was something "floating" around that was making Dee fairly uneasy. I whispered to her but she just said it was nothing and went on with the conversations.

Dee still had that "body language" that told me something was going on in her head, and it was making her nervous. Maybe she thought her grand idea wasn't such a grand idea after all, or maybe one of the others looked at me in a way that made her reevaluate her own emotions. I don't know. I'm sure I'll find out later.

The conversations went on long into the night. We touched on just about any and every subject imaginable. Something Dee noticed was how close Marie and her mother were. Lisa was good with it because she knew that Tara was definitely in the "likes guys" corner, but wouldn't throw a good woman out of bed. She could live with that, besides she had me. We didn't have intercourse, but we still made love very intensely. Usually when we were finished and recovered, she would slide down and suck a load out of me. For a lesbian, she sure liked to drink come.

Dee still had the uneasy aura surrounding her. She was keeping up with the conversations but there was just something making her a little uneasy.

Somewhere in the course of everything going on Marie spotted the uneasiness and pegged it immediately. There still isn't much grass growing under Marie's feet.

She got up from the couch and with her drink in her hand, walked over to the easy chair where Dee was sitting with me and leaned over whispering something into her ear. Dee got an immediate smile and nodded her head. She stood up and grabbed her glass and both she and Marie hugged each other and announced that the bride and one of the bridesmaids needed to talk between themselves, and they'd be back a little later.

Lisa looked up at Marie and when they both made eye contact, there was an understanding of what was up and Lisa simply gave them both a knowing smile.

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Dee took Marie by the hand and led her off towards the guest rooms. They found the one that Marie and Lisa had "claimed" and went in, shut the door, and looking at each other went to sit on the bed.

Dee wasn't all that sure what Marie wanted, but she had said she needed to talk to her.

"I saw that look on your face sweetie," Marie started softly. "I don't know how else to say it, but you have nothing to fret about with either Lisa or me. We are together, and have been for many years and that's not going to change."

"But, Tom said that you two were really in love --"

"Yes, we were Dee, but that was quite a few years ago. I know Tom's feelings towards me haven't changed and mine for him haven't either, but YOU are his chosen mate, not me."

"Tom said this to us an awful lot at that time, and I'll say it to you here and now sweetie, neither Lisa nor I would ever consider putting ourselves between the two of you. No way! We love Tom far too much to play those kinds of emotional games."

Forming tears and choking her words, "We all broke each others hearts once before Dee, and I'm sure none of us want that feeling in our hearts ever again. It was an extremely painful parting, but we all knew that it needed to happen."

With crocodile tears beginning to roll down her cheeks Marie continued, "Personally, I wasn't ready to give him up yet, but Lisa convinced me, and she was right, that I'd never be ready to give him up. Lisa and I needed to allow him to move on so that we could do the same Dee. I think it's probably the most difficult thing I've ever done in my life."

Dee relaxed a little and nodded her head to Marie.

With a huge growing smile Marie giggled, "Believe me, I would love to have him in bed again Dee, but that is one hundred percent up to you and Tom. He may not want that. Like I said, our parting was very painful for all of us, and he may not want to revisit those emotions. You may not be comfortable with him sleeping with an old, for lack of a better word, girlfriend."

"He sleeps with mom when she's here," Dee admitted. "It makes me pretty nervous sometimes when I think about his feelings towards her in the past, but they still love each other a lot. Tom always makes sure he shows me that I'm his choice, so it seems to work ok. It just makes me a little scared sometimes."

Marie reached for Dee to hug her and Dee just melted into her arms. The two women hugged for a long time feeling each other's warmth.

"Sweetie," Marie started with a thoughtful look, "Please don't take this the wrong way, but you are still young, unsure and insecure. I know that you two have been together for a few years and that you are absolutely devoted to each other, that is quite obvious.

Marie let out a heavy sigh, "I can tell you from my own experiences, that when you're young and don't have a lot of "life" to compare against, loving relationships like you and Tom have can be very scary. You've committed to him and though he's committed to you, there's always that little doubt sticking you in the ribs every now and then."

Dee smiled at her and shyly whispered, "Yeah, you're right. I know deep in my heart that he will not stray or leave." Then with a hearty chuckle, "He gets enough strange pussy here that he doesn't need to stray. Shit, he gets plenty at home."

They both laughed loudly at that statement. Marie could see in her eyes that she'd relaxed a little, and that was a good thing.

Dee continued, "I know he's going to want to sleep with you and Lisa, Marie, and on the surface I'm totally good with it. There's just this niggling thing that makes me nervous."

"Well if that niggling has anything to do with either me or Lisa walking away with him, you can put that one to bed right here and now, young lady. Ain't 'no fucking way' that's going to happen! I'd let him fuck me silly, but then I go home with my mate."

They began to giggle, but Marie continued, "We love him Dee. That's a fact and nothing you or anyone else will ever say or do that will change that."

"Honey, I'm totally in love with Lisa. She is my chosen mate for this lifetime, and as much as I love Tom, he doesn't fit in the lifestyle. We're gay women Dee, and he's a straight man. That we got along at all for as long as we did is only a tribute to Tom's gentle caring about a woman's needs. It's the only reason we kept him around honey. Well, he also provided great security for all of us as you probably already know."

"Except for Lisa we all enjoyed a cock once in a while. Well for me it was more than once I a while, but that's neither here nor there."

Dee smiled and started to giggle.

"Dee, if Tom had been a typical guy with a wham, bam, thank you ma'am, he'd have been history after the first go round. He is the ONLY man I've ever asked to stay or come back. Well other than the piece of shit I almost married. Thank god I got wise to that before it was too late."

"What about the others?" Dee asked.

"Carol and Sheryl?" Marie queried.

Dee nodded her head looking directly into Marie's eyes.

"Carol and Sheryl used him like they would have used a dildo. They liked him, and they enjoyed making love with him, but to them he was just a once in a while replacement for the plastic or rubber with batteries. I know Tom had more feelings for them than that, but that's the way he is. If it had been meaningless to him, he wouldn't have done it at all."

Dee nodded at that and whispered, "For sure."

Marie started to chuckle as she said, "Something Tom always said, and it is sooooo true! 'Meaningless sex, a fuck for a fuck's sake, is nothing more than overly complicated masturbation. It's less hassle and less of a mess to take things in your own hand. Literally'."

Dee had started to repeat it along with Marie causing both to giggle at the end.

"I take it you've heard it as well," giggled Marie to a nodding Dee.

Dee snorted. "But, It's so true!"

They just sat there together for a few minutes. Dee reached over and took Marie by the hand and smiled when she made eye contact

Letting out a heavy sigh, "I kind of think that you're like the rest of us Dee, and I'd like very much to make love with you. You seem like a very passionate, sensitive, sensuous woman."

With a huge smile Marie continued, "I have to admit sweetie, you are a beautiful young woman and I DO like girls."

Dee pulled back just a little, and blushing some, looked deeply into Marie's eyes then moved her face in to give her a kiss. It wasn't a friendship kiss. It was a full on, lovers "fuck me" kiss, and both of the women noted the intensity. Both also thought, "for pursuit at a more appropriate time."

"Dee you'll just have to trust me when I say that we're not a threat to you in your relationship with Tom. In fact we're both incredibly happy that he's finally found a good woman in his life. I know he was chasing your mom for quite a few years, but she was just too busy, and now we understand she's retired. Shit. Thirty two and retired must be nice!"

Chuckling mildly, "You'll have to tell me how you and Tom got hooked up. The last time I remember seeing you was at least 6 years ago; I think you were twelve or something like that. I could tell by the way you were looking at him that you wanted to get your hooks in. Anybody that saw the look in your eyes wouldn't have EVEN wanted to get in your way!"

Dee just smiled at Marie telling her, "I'll definitely do that. You'll probably laugh, but it's a fun story," she chuckled. Then changing up the subject, "I'm really kind of curious about Lisa, is she still a virgin?"

Marie smiled at her and said, "Yes she is. Tom almost changed that at one point, but didn't do the impulsive thing and made Lisa sleep on it. By morning she'd 'come to her senses' I guess you'd say. She loves Tom a lot too. Between me and you, and please don't say anything to anyone about this ok?"

Dee looked at her with a surprised look, but nodded her head, "I'm good at keeping secrets Marie. Tom's taught me, 'need to know' only."

Marie laughed at that because she remembers Tom and his "need to know" bullshit from the service. It was a good policy though. "Always tell the truth so you don't have to remember what you said to who, only answer the question asked, and never volunteer any information. If someone has a 'need to know', brief them, if not, say nothing," they both chuckled.

"Dee, don't be overly surprised if Lisa comes to talk to you about Tom. Keep an open mind with her. I think she may have decided that she wants him to relieve her of her virginity. I'm not sure if it will happen, but don't be surprised."

"She's said something to me a few times when we were making love," Marie actually blushed telling Dee about their love. "We'll be finished and both of us exhausted and she'll say something like, 'Marie I love you, and making love with you is the best, but sometimes, like right now, I feel empty. I'm content. I'm very satisfied, but I feel empty, like there's something missing.' I've told her a dozen times what it is she's missing, but she won't 'go out and get it'. It's going to be Tom or nobody."

"It's the same way I feel about him. I love Lisa Dee, but I love Tom as well, and I don't think I'd ever let any other man touch me again."

Chuckling she said, "But back to Lisa sweetie, she's no threat to you whatsoever, so hear her out. She may ask you questions about things, because she heard that Tom was very caring and gentle when you and he first made love."

Dee just nodded her head deep in thought. This was getting weird, but somehow Marie had set her mind at ease and she was no longer concerned about either Lisa or Marie. She took a good look at Marie, and decided that she would definitely want to sleep with her. She'd already made that observation about Lisa. Tom had said they were incredibly beautiful women, and that was no exaggeration, but she didn't feel inadequate in any way.

This is good, because she isn't!

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Hand in hand and giggling like two schoolgirls making fun of someone, Dee and Marie returned to the living room where everyone else was still engaged in good conversation.

I could tell that Dee had relaxed, a lot!

Marie had a big grin on her face and turned to give Dee a quick peck, then sat down with Lisa throwing her arms around her kissing her very passionately.

Dee moved over to sit in my lap giving me a loving look in the eyes and a great kiss. She let out a heavy sigh when the kiss was done and whispered, "I love you Tommy!"

I smiled at her and let her know I felt the same. I also asked her if she and Marie had a good talk and she nodded smiling brightly.

"Settle any bothers?" I asked.

She nodded again and whispered, "Yeah, we talked about some things that were bothering me and they're not bothering me anymore."

"Marie's very straight up Dee, so I'm glad you talked. Lisa is too, but you should know that if you have any kind of issues, take it to them directly. I know you're good at that, but that some people will take it the wrong way. Neither Lisa nor Marie will take it the wrong way. Ok?"

"Yeah, that's the feeling I get too Tommy. I really like them both already." Then with an evil grin, "I told Marie that I wanted to make love with her."

I looked at her with surprise and asked, "And?"

"Some other time. Maybe after the wedding and honeymoon, but there's too much going on right now." Then with a big chuckle, "That is subject to change at a moments notice."

"I'll bet," I said with a big grin.

It appeared that Marie and Lisa had a similar conversation. Lisa gave Dee a sultry look, which Dee didn't miss and though I didn't see it directly, I'd bet it was returned.

I have a sneaky suspicion that Ms. Dee and Ms. Lisa are going to get along very well. They were very similar in their passion so it would be interesting to see how time progressed.

In all of this drama Carol and Sheryl just looked on with feigned interest. I'm not overly surprised in that neither of them was ever as warm to me as Marie and Lisa. They were both very passionate women, but it was obvious they weren't into our loving at the same level that I was.

It was always caring and loving with them. I always had the feeling that to them I was just a piece of meat to satisfy their urges. Don't get me wrong, there were some feelings there, but mine were not returned in the same way they were given. Of the two, Carol was probably the best in bed, but it may have only been attitude. Sheryl was almost a cold fish.

It was all good though, and I was thrilled to see all four of them. My emotions were on a roller coaster, but I think Dee had reconciliation in mind. It is one of those things that have been long buried in my psyche that really needs to be dug up and dealt with. How the fuck does Dee always manage to figure this shit out?

Life isn't always a smooth sail, but this young woman is, for me, the most perfect 'first mate' there will ever be. I'm sure there will be rough seas, but I am so looking forward to taking this young woman as my wife, there is nothing that we cannot make happen for us.

As her mother has said, many times, "Tom, you and Dee are a perfectly matched set." I certainly wouldn't argue with that assessment. In my mind she is one incredible woman.

Dee happened to mention that Julie and Heather were going to be by later and that hopefully she could spend 'time' with Heather.

Nothing like a house full!

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A few hours' later Dee's two young friends knocked on the door and were shocked to see the house full of 'strange women'.

"Is there going to be room for us to be here Dee?" Heather asked.

"Oh yeah, there's actually two rooms open, so we can use one of them if you want," Dee said shyly giving Heather a hopeful look.

Heather smiled and nodded her head saying softly, "That's cool with me Dee. I'm sure Julie will enjoy the different company as well. We need to talk."

Dee looked at Julie with a grin, "I only told Tommy that you and Heather were coming over Jules, so if you want him tonight, he's all yours."

I'm listening to this entire going on wondering when the victim gets to say his "peace". Dee looked over at me with an evil grin, then seeing the look on my face began to howl. Just about everyone stopped what they were doing to look at Dee.

"Tommy, I wish you could see the look on your face," she laughed.

Marie and Lisa apparently noticed as well because they were starting to laugh right along with Dee.

"This is too much," Dee choked out. "Nine women and one guy. Tommy knows his goose is cooked."

That got everyone else laughing, but I just shook my head forlornly throwing both of my hands in the air to surrender to whatever this bevy of girls had in mind.

Marie looked at Lisa and whispered, "Do you believe this?"

Lisa shook her head with a grin. They both chuckled and turned to pay attention to what was going on in the room.

After a quick look at Dee for her approval, Julie moved over to my chair and looking down at me with a questioning look asked, "May I?"

Not even bothering to look to Dee for approval, I just nodded my head and whispered, "By all means Julie, I've missed you."

Sitting softly in my lap, she put her arms around my neck and leaned in for a very passionate kiss. We lost ourselves in each other's eyes. She wiggled her ass and giggled softly when she felt my dick react to having an absolutely beautiful young woman's pussy so close and only separated by a few thin pieces of cloth.

"Julie, I'd very much like to make love with you tonight if you're available," I whispered to her.

She smiled shyly and nodded her head before leaning down and nipping my neck softly with her teeth. She moved her face up and whispered in my ear, "I'd like that Tommy. I've been thinking about you for a few weeks now, and would love to feel you filling me again."

With a light chuckle she added, "I think that's what Dee had in mind for the weekend. She's been drooling over Heather for a couple weeks now, but things just haven't been able to work. Heather enjoys Dee a lot, so it works out really good for both of us." Then with a serious look, "I think Heather and Dee are going to enjoy each other, but something tells me that Heather has something else in mind also."

I nodded, though I hadn't really heard the last part, and gave her a quick nip on the nose then kissed her softly on her lips. We sat back with our drinks and joined in the lively group gab that was the living room this evening.

With the number of us it would have been fun to make the club, logistically it would be nuts so we just called out for some Thai delivery. While we were waiting for Mr. Tran to drop it all off, Dee and club Carol got out a couple "party tables" and set them on either side of the large circular "lazy Susan" table where we'd put all the chow once it got here.

Dinner was a lot of fun, and quite honestly I'm a little surprised that a food fight didn't break out. Fortunately the food is too damned good to throw around, so everyone ate their fill, and in the end there were no leftovers.

Paper plates and disposable chopsticks along with the cardboard delivery cartons made for a quick and easy cleanup and in no time we were all back in the living room resuming our conversations. Dee took drink orders, then she and club Carol headed over to the bar to mix and deliver. Giggling over something, Marie joined them and after a few minutes everyone had their requested adult beverages delivered.

Carol and Sheryl were the first to disappear, begging off at the second drink offer. Neither was a big drinker, and with all that sexy female flesh in the house, I'm sure they were horny as hell.

Lisa read my mind and said quickly, "Yup. That's a fact Jack!" Then with a giggle said, "You're next big fella."

I just laughed at her assessment, but Julie was in heat. She turned to face me moving her lips to mine then letting me know it was time to hit the showers and 'get some rest'.

When we got up to head in the direction of the stairs, Lisa just laughed out loud and wagged her finger at me mouthing, "Told ya".

I smiled at her knowingly and said, "G'night ya'll," to everyone.

Julie and I moved hand in hand up the stairs to the master area where we were both undressed and in the shower before the last bit of clothing hit the floor.

As I said, Julie was in heat!

The usual game of grab ass and grope was the order of the day in the shower. Julie's desire was overflowing into the room while her moans of pleasure emanated beyond the closed doors.

This time she moved me to the rock seat. Dropping to her knees her dancing, flaming eyes met mine while one soft hand surrounded my rock hard cock and began to stroke gently.

"I've been wanting to do this since you sat me here and licked me until I screamed," she said softly. "Now it's your turn."

Her tongue darted out and softly massaged the bulbous end of my phallus before she began licking from the tip to the base giving my balls gentle attention when she was in the vicinity.

When Julie took my cock in her mouth and started to bob and lick I couldn't believe this girls natural talent. Suddenly I felt her nose in my pubes spreading warmth around while her throat massaged the head mercilessly.

She continued to take all of me in her mouth and throat noting when I was close to my climax. At those points she would softly back off just long enough to prevent me from coming. My own tact was coming home to roost.

Julie kept this up for probably 20 minutes driving me absolutely insane. At one point when she had me deep in her throat one hand inadvertently went to the back of her head holding it in place. Instead of the usual reaction I'd have expected, she pushed down as far as she could taking that last silly millimeter into her throat and began to hum.

The low frequency vibrations were the worst and this time she decided to let me go. When she felt the bubbling in my cock she pulled her face away and left just the very end in her mouth rolling her tongue around tickling my glans until I literally exploded.

Displaying a huge grin she moved my cock around in her mouth not letting one single sperm cell to escape, drinking down every last drop.

When I had collapsed, my entire body turning to mush, she gently continued to lick and suck ensuring that I was cleaned and drained. Nobody, and I do mean nobody, has ever given me a blowjob like that.

After ensuring that I was clean and ready, she made her way up so that her face was an inch from mine. With a huge grin she pecked my nose then licked my face like a puppy.

When I was finally able to make my mouth move I just gasped at her, "Ohmigod Julie, that was incredible."

"Good," she said cheerfully. "I wanted to pay you back for my first seated adventure in the shower. I really enjoyed sucking you Tom, and I really would like to do that again."

"I'm not sure that Dee would approve of you trying to give me a heart attack. I'll have to ask if she'd like some lessons."

"Tommy, I'd be happy to give Dee lessons in how to do that to you. I'm sure she's no slouch, but we can always learn from each other."

Smiling, I was finally able to raise myself to a standing position taking Julie in my arms and giving her a sexy embrace we moved under the rainmaker again. Once cleaned and rinsed once more we grabbed a couple towels and made sure each was as dry as possible before heading to the bed for the main event.

The buildup had already taken place so when we entered the horizontal we embraced and worked each other to frenzy with our lips and hands.

The looks we gave each other portended our desires. Julie threw one of her legs over mine opening her sex to me and with a lusty look in her eye moved her pussy to allow my cock to impale her slowly. As my stiffness made its entry she gave a huge loud moan, telling me, "Oh god I needed this."

I made sure that when our pubic bones were re-introduced that I applied pressure and movement to cause her travel to the valley a short but powerful trip. Holding me to her body, Julie began to shake and belly twitch before suddenly screaming out a huge moan, arching her stiff body into me and squeezing me like a vise.

Having endured her magnificent mouth twenty minutes previous, all her pussy's ministrations were for naught. I just lay there next to her allowing her to revel in her orgasmic delight and recover slowly listening to whispered sweetness in her ears.

When she had somewhat recovered, her eyes met mine with dilated sparkles. She just whispered loudly, "Wow!"

I smiled at her, pecked her nose, eyes then put a loving kiss to her lips before whispering back to her, "Touché." She giggled snuggling her face into my shoulder nibbling softly.

I began to slowly move my still hard member in her hot, wet, velvet tunnel. Her eyes got very round with surprise finally feeling that I was still filling her completely. She set a matching rhythm for a slow, sensual, round of love making.

Our noses and lips made soft contact during this whole episode letting the other know of the true emotions of our activity. Eyes' never leaving the other's demonstrated the true passion of the moment. I could keep this young woman around with Dee for the duration.

Julie took a few more trips down into the valley of 'O' during our slow sensuous act. After her third visit the muscles in her vagina finally had their designed effect and I left a huge dose of warmth deep inside her body before we both drifted off to na-na land with my cock still firmly embedded in her warmth.

We awoke during the night twice, repeating our slow exhibition of the affection we felt for each other, climaxing with her multiple visits back to the valley and accepting more warmth in her depths. Without birth control, we would have started the beginnings of a new life.

Needless to say, neither of us got much real sleep, though when we got up and showered in the morning we were both filled with energy and exuberance. Once dressed we made our way downstairs to the kitchen to partake in mass quantities of caffeine noting that we were accosted by sixteen shining eyeballs. Last again!

With a huge grin Dee asked, "Do you two have any idea what time it is?"

I looked at Julie, and she looked at me, then we both looked at Dee and shook our heads. I asked, "What difference does it make?"

"Oh none, but I thought you might like to know it's nearly noon."

I don't know about Julie's, but my jaw dropped noticeably.

As we sat down with our cups in hand, Dee chuckled and said, "I guess you'll just have to try again tonight, and see if you can do better, but I think we may have another idea."

Julie's face immediately brightened and she said, "Ok!"

Everyone in the room laughed at that, and I got a huge grin on my face thinking of repeating that incredible blowjob from the night before. Julie is a dream girl in anyone's book, and I get to dream with her again tonight.

Dee pulled Heather in to her very tightly, kissed her very passionately and whispered, "I love you Heather. I'm so glad that Julie and Tommy get along so well."

Heather giggled and looked at Julie with an unabashed look of lust in her eyes, and raised her eyebrows in question."

Julie smiled and almost imperceptibly nodded to her girlfriend that it was no problem with her. They stood and made their way to each other, hugged tightly, kissed very passionately, then moved to the chair the other had previously occupied.

I looked to Dee for some kind of indication of what was going on. Everyone else in the room just chuckled.

"Heather's not sure Tommy, but after listening to Julie last night, she thinks she may want to try a man. I told her it would be totally up to her and that you would stop if she asked."

I looked into Heather's very nervous eyes and just nodded my head. "If it's truly what you want Heather, I'd be honored, but know that if we get somewhere you don't want to go, say the word and we'll retreat."

Heather wrapped her arms around one of mine and nodded, "I want to Tom. I talked to Lisa about it also since she's like me." I wasn't quite sure how to interpret that comment.

Heather continued with a sigh, "I think I've been on the fence since the first time Julie and you were together, and hearing her last night sort of cemented it in my mind. If you can make me sound like that, I'll definitely want you to do it with me. I've never considered that with a man before, but I'm sure willing to try."

She and Lisa made quick eye contact both smiling with their eyes. Lisa and Heather knew that both were lesbians up until now. Heather knew that Lisa was going to take the plunge as well but would wait until at least after the honeymoon because of the outside issues. Heather had no such restraints or baggage to consider.

So went the rest of the morning. The ten of us hanging out, talking, grab assing, rolling around just playing heartily. We did make it to the club for a late lunch and for a change club Carol didn't have to work so she came along towed by Tara.

I thought the "big guy" was going to shit when he saw the gaggle of us arrive. Marie attached to Lisa, Tara and Carol an obvious couple, Sheryl and Carol arm in arm, Dee and Julie wrapped in each other and beautiful Heather attached to me firmly.'

He just shook his head and led us to the party room, which was sort of out of the main arena so that we'd have some level of privacy. I thanked him for his thoughtfulness.

He smiled at me and whispered, "Not to worry boss, I don't really want to start a scandal." Then with a smile, "How many fucking women do you have hanging around, and where do I get on the train?"

I laughed and replied, "Jerry, I don't know to be honest. Every time I think there won't be any more, a couple show up and Dee hooks me up."

"Dee sets you up with all of these foxes?" he asked.

"Yeah. And in a few weeks she'll be my wife," I responded with a huge grin.

Jerry just walked away shaking his head. Dee had heard the interchange and just chuckled. She whispered to me, "Tommy, if you get enough strange pussy at home you're not going to go out looking for any. I love you and I really enjoy our relationship because I get the best man on the planet, and some of the sexiest women at the same time. I know I'm yours and you're mine so sharing isn't a big deal. At least not to me."

I looked at her with a big grin and said, "I'm not going to complain sweetie, but I do want my wife once in a while!"

"Oh, trust me Thomas, you'll get your fill of wifey any time you want me," she said grinning. "You know all you have to do is give me the 'look' and my panties will be on the floor and my legs as far apart as I can get them."

She looked at Heather, who was on the other side of me, and leaned over to kiss her lustfully. She and Heather locked eyes and Dee whispered, "Take good care of my man Heather. Feel everything he does, and if he misses something, which isn't likely, ask for it."

Heather blushed and nodded her head and Dee continued, "I think you're going to get addicted to his cock like all the rest of us. I know you've never done it with a guy, but he'll make it so loving you'll want more." Then with a huge smile, "Just know that it will be available in the future. You already know Julie loves him, so I expect you'll love him too."

Heather gripped my arm a little tighter and blushed a little deeper shade of scarlet, but turned her face to me leaning up for a kiss. At that point I knew I was in trouble. There was some serious passion in that kiss, and to be sure, it was also noticed by all those assembled at the table.

Our lunch progressed with lively conversation and the usual sexual bantering. A fun time was had by all, but as with anything else, good things come to and end, so we sauntered through the club and into the 'beast' making it back to the house in short order.

We all made it up the stairs from the garage and after Dee and Marie mixed everyone some drinks, we sat in our usual locations in the living area. This time I had Heather on my lap.

She had worn very short shorts and an extremely thin halter that did just hold her breasts in check, but barely. She glued herself to me kissing and licking my neck, shoulders and chest while we sat talking to the gang. Her ministrations didn't disturb her paying attention and being an active participant in the discussions. It turns out that Ms. Heather is a very intelligent woman with knowledge of physics and engineering that kept Tara's interest.

She's just 18 for crimmeny sake!

It wasn't long before she leaned up and whispered into my ear, "Tommy, please take me to bed now. I know it's really early, but my pussy feels that lump trying to break through for an entry, and it's ready to accept it."

I looked down to her, kissing her passionately, then asked, "You're sure?"

She shyly nodded her head and moved slowly off of my lap. I think there were some catcalls in the queue, but Lisa's look squashed any execution of the recognition. I'm very sure Heather appreciated that because she was nervous enough already without having everyone else acknowledge that she was on her way to having sex with a man for the first time. Lisa understood the possible trauma and with her eyes made sure it didn't happen."

With everyone else looking on, Heather took my arm and led me up the stairs to the master bedroom where she was going to give herself to a man for the first time. Firmly attached to my side, we entered into the master and both having showered a short time ago, made our way to the bed. My normal icebreaker wasn't needed. Pity.

I couldn't help but think I'd done something very good in this life to continually have beautiful young women throw themselves at me, and a soon-to-be-wife give her approval. Is this a fantasy or what? I hoped that nobody would pinch me.

She nervously looked up at me but moved up to kiss me very passionately caressing my body very sensuously before tugging at my shirt pulling it over my head instead of undoing the buttons. I smiled at her letting her know that she was in control.

She whispered, "Take my clothes off of me Tommy. I want to be naked for you."

I moved to honor her request and had her down to panties in no time at all. In the meantime, she had me down to boxers and was rubbing the obvious protrusion.

I whispered to her, "I want you to give me your pussy honey, I don't want to 'take it'."

She nodded with a smile, and hooked her thumbs in the elastic holding her panties up and slowly slid them down her gorgeous legs. While she was doing that, I lowered my boxers so we both gained the view we desired at the same time.

She gasped, "It's beautiful Tommy." She gently wrapped a hand around my cock and softly stroked it. "I never knew a man could be so ... so desirable. It's so hard, but it's so soft at the same time."

After telling her that she was an absolutely gorgeous woman, she sat on the bed and holding my cock in one hand, leaned forward and gave the tip of my dick a very soft kiss. Looking directly at it she whispered, "You be good to me. No man has ever touched me like you're going to, so please be slow and gentle."

She looked up at me with a smile and as our eyes met, she scootched back on the bed, put her head on some pillows and raised her arms in invitation. "I'm all yours Tommy, please scratch the itch in my belly."

I looked down at her and moved to my knees next to her prone body. I leaned down and gently kissed her with as much passion as I've ever kissed a woman.

I think she expected some groping, but I just moved my mouth around her body like I would have any other woman before sending her to the fabled land for her first male induced orgasm. Her hands were light and gentle as they followed my head around the different areas I was paying attention to. Her constant moans were my reinforcement that the recipient appreciated what I was doing.

I brought my head up to her face again, and once again softly kissed her hungrily waiting lips. I allowed my hands to skirt both of her breasts while my mouth made its way down her neck and across her shoulders on their way to the first erect nipple that was demanding attention. Her loud moan, and arching body told me that my lips and tongue were having their desired effect on her breasts, one at a time.

Still paying close attention to each breast, I waited for her to come down a little, then began moving down her torso taking in all those magical nerve rich locations that I didn't know about on my way to her soaking vulva.

Knowing her massive desire for this first foray, I dispensed of my usual teasing, and moved her to orgasm as gently as I could. After having two or three massive explosions, the last of which was taking quite some time to recover from, I moved myself up her body and after a visit with the two beautiful orbs bringing out more moans from Heathers young body, I held myself, face to face, lowering slowly to kiss her tenderly

Her arms came up and wrapped around my neck gently holding my kiss to her lips. When she finally allowed me to raise my head a little she looked hungrily into my eyes and whispered, "Do me now Tom. I'm ready to feel my first cock, and that itch needs to be scratched. I want this badly sweetie. Please fuck me now."

Who am I to deny a woman's request when presented so eloquently? Kissing her passionately, I moved my cock into her slit and moved it up and down gathering her moisture but also pressing her clit until she was nearly at the edge of the precipice again. Watching her eyes, I lowered my cock into position and began to push gently allowing her outer lips to move aside to give me access to the tight tunnel behind.

We both felt my cock make entrance, slowly, and her groan as it entered was enough indication to me that I could continue.

As I made entrance I began a slow rhythm moving in a little more with each push. Her moans of pleasure were driving me on, but even when she joined in the motion, we maintained a slow rhythm.

Gazing into her eyes, I could see nothing but pleasure and lust while my cock was making it's way to her ultimate depths. When I got there and stopped so we could both revel in the feelings each was receiving, I looked at her whispering softly, "Do I need to pull out before I come honey?"

She shook her head emphatically saying, "Don't you dare. I want to feel all of you, and I'm not in my fertile time, so we should be safe."

"Should be?" I asked.

"Yes Tom, Should be. Dee and I talked about it and she is ok with me taking that chance. It's not much of a chance since my period ended two days ago, but you know stranger things have happened."

We were both starting a slow movement towards my filling her womb with fertile swimmers looking for a fertile egg. None was present, but it was incredible when I pulsed into her. She screamed out as the first spurt hit the small entrance to her depths sliding over the edge in a massive journey through the mystical valley.

She held me like there was going to be no tomorrow, and wrapped her legs around me in such a way I was solidly plugging her vagina. We slid to our sides, making like a spider with our legs, holding each other firmly while passionately kissing our expression of love.

I whispered to her, "Heather, for a first time lover, you are amazing. I hope you and Julie can make regular occupations of this bed. I'm sure Dee will enjoy each of you as well.

"Oh my god. I want a lot more of this Tom. I never thought I'd want a man, but you are so tender, caring and 'soft', I'd love to make a baby with you." Then with a chuckle, "I never thought I'd ever say that, and it's really not in my life's plan, but it's fun to think about."

"I'm not sure Dee would appreciate that at this point sweetie. I think she wants to have my first baby. After that, who knows?"

She hugged me close and with an extremely passionate kiss suggested that we move to the shower, get cleaned up and head downstairs for some nourishment.

She looked at me with an evil grin and said, "You'll need to replenish your energy sailor. I'm going to make sure you're as sore as I am in the morning."

I just smiled at her, picked her up off of the bed and walked the both of us to the shower room for a clean up.

Of course the shower took a good 45 minutes because I gave her a couple more trips through the valley, and while deep inside of her showered her womb one more time before we dried, dressed and wandered down the stairs to join the rest of the gang in the kitchen where Lisa and Dee were working on some kind of nourishment.

When we entered the room, all eyes were upon Heather who was smiling from ear to ear. That did not go unnoticed by Lisa only fortifying her ultimate desire to join the ranks of bisexual women. She was a patient woman though; she'd waited for years so another few weeks wouldn't matter.

I thought that it would be nice if some of that patience would rub off on Deanna.

Heather walked over to Julie and kissed her with passion then did the same with Dee. She pushed her pussy against Lisa's ass and wrapping her arms around whispered something in her ear, which caused Lisa to turn slightly and place her lips firmly on Heather's for a quick game of tongue tag.

Heather returned to my side and after giving me a quick peck on the lips, sat with her coffee and got that far away look in her eyes. She was already in tonight's world, and I could sense that itch already beginning.

Ya gotta love it. A house full of beautiful women and I'm the only guy!

Hurt me!



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Chapter 26: The Wedding


The weeks before the wedding seemed to fly by. All of the women were buzzing around getting fitted for their dresses. They were doting over Dee like a bunch of mother hens, which caused Tara to laugh no end.

During this time of high stress levels on the part of Dee, there was a very close bond being built between her and my former flames. Marie and Lisa were doing everything right. There was no way anyone could construe they were scheming or anything else when it came to me.

I noticed during the time leading up to the wedding that there was thankfully no interplay being attempted by Marie or Lisa when it came to climbing in to bed with me. I have a sneaky suspicion that Dee was partaking of the guests, either one at a time or in a group, but it seemed like Tara and I were left to love each other quite often.

Dee would claim our bed probably every other night in the three weeks leading up to the wedding since Marie and Lisa arrived with Carol and Sheryl. I was totally good with it. I really didn't need the emotional turmoil that would undoubtedly raise its ugly head.

There wasn't any tension between the three of us, which was not only surprising, but also pleasant. We interacted like any friends would interact, but I think the crux of all of that was there was no attempt at any sex play. If that were going to happen it would be after the honeymoon. All of the women had enough class to observe that kind of routine.

Knowing that Dee and Marie had talked at length about something, had me a little on edge. Since nothing was transpiring I was able to leave my guard down a little.

There wasn't going to be a big gathering for the wedding itself, but the word had been put up on the board at the club that it would be closed on the day of our wedding. We were going to have a good-sized crowd at the reception. Most of the club officers and senior members had been invited, given the caveat in the invitation to please keep it to themselves because there wasn't room in the hall for the entire membership.

Since I had been on the board forever, I knew most everyone that would be on the list. Interestingly there were visions of bedrooms past. It would be fun to see how it all worked out. Most of the "husbands" didn't know of the relationship prior to their meeting, loving and marrying. None knew of my intervention as cupid in some of those budding relationships. The ladies knew so it would be interesting to see how that all played out.

Jim and I had gone into town to get his tux fitted at the rental store. When I was asked I just told them I didn't need a tux. I didn't rub it in their faces that I owned 6 of them. There's no rationale for that.

I did make one phone call to an old friend who was in the music business to see if I could get them to come down to play for the party, but if nothing else they were invited. I'd always enjoyed their music, and Bob had put together quite an extensive recording empire with his buddy Bill.

When I talked with Bob he told me he'd run it by the girls and see if their schedules were free for that weekend. I filled him in on the house and what was available if they wanted to crash at my place. Dee and I would be gone off on our honeymoon, but Tara and at least Lisa and Marie would still be there for a few days before they had to head back home. Little did I know at the time that they'd be there for a few months.

Bob knew of Marie and Lisa. He had spent time in a relationship similar to that I had with Marie and Lisa. It was a few years prior to our getting together, but his "ladies" had made the experience known to Marie which had really put the bug in her ear when it came time to meeting me at the club. Bob and I had talked previously and he had lamented over the relationship with the women he'd run in to. The rest is, as they say, history.

Bob's relationships didn't work too well because he was always touring. The poor man was never at home, and after the last band broke up he kind of disappeared for a while. Then suddenly he showed up with these four absolute knockouts that had talent coming out of their ears. He put it all together and spent 6 years on the road with all of them, and now they're all living at his place making albums. No tours, but they do a benefit once in a while.

Bob called back the same day and asked some questions about logistics and the availability of stage space, space for a mixing board and all those kinds of details I had no clue about. He did tell me that the girls were available and were thrilled about playing for the reception. They were also looking forward to seeing all of us again and honored at having been invited to the wedding.

I gave him the number for the entertainment director at the club and let him know he could call the next day to get some of the details. I needed to call and talk to him and grease the skids.

So, entertainment at the reception taken care of, I mentioned it to Dee while Marie and Lisa were in earshot and they both freaked out. They had seen the band do their last performance in San Francisco a few years ago and said it was phenomenal.

It was Lisa that said, "Those girls are hella talented. Not only that but they're gorgeous." Then giggling, "I'd love to get one or two of them in the bedroom and play their instruments!"

I looked at her and smiled, "Well I happen to know they're all bi and the drummer is mostly gay into women. She was totally lesbian until Bob spoiled her. They've all got kids now. I think Bob's lady, the lead guitar player has two and his other harem member also has two, but we'll meet them a day or two before the wedding."

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It's a good thing I have a huge house. Seven people arrived on Thursday morning that were all planning on staying with us at the house for at least a couple days.

The girls had set up a bachelorette party for a couple days before the wedding. For the girls the additional four was an unexpected bonus.

Dee was getting even giddier as the time grew near. Thursday night for the parties was almost anti-climatic. The ladies all trekked over to Carol's place for their shenanigans and us guys just stayed at the house.

Jim had set up a bachelor party for the "guys"; such as it was going to be.

It was Jim and I along with Bob, Bill and a few friends from the club, but it wasn't going to be a knock down drag out drunken brawl like some I've heard about. Nobody was going to put me on a freighter to Argentina. We sat around, had a few drinks, talked a lot, but generally had a laid back fun evening.

I'd kind of expected the girls to come back since there were 11 of them now and Carol's place was fairly small, but I guess I should have known better. They weathered "the hardship" and with bounces in their steps and energy at a high level, they came tripping into the house about 9am on Friday morning.

The guys had all gone home, so it was Bob, Bill, twleve gorgeous women and me. Bob and I looked at each other and rolled our eyes. From the level of energy we were seeing it was apparent that the ladies had had a wonderful party last night.

Bill and Maryanne, arms around each other, just looked on with huge smiles.

Dee had walked in with a box in her hands, leaned up, gave me a kiss and headed off to the bedroom. To my questioning look Lisa said with a chuckle and a huge grin, "Party gifts Tommy, you'll see them soon enough."

All the girls chuckled loudly. Dee came bouncing back to the kitchen after a few minutes while Bob rounded up his brood.

Before we all scattered for the day, we all sat down to have some breakfast. Bob, Heather, Dee and I had done the cooking honors and when it was served up nobody had any complaints to the kitchen staff.

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So things were pretty much set, and it was only another day until "H" hour, or I suppose I should say "W" hour. I just wanted the whole thing to be over with so I could drag my blushing bride off to Mexico for two weeks of one-on-one sucky-fucky and other fun and games. It's not like we haven't had our honeymoon for the last couple years.

Bob had all the band equipment sent over to the club yesterday so he, Bill and the girls went over to set up and do their sound check. He said they'd be back in about four or five hours.

So off they went to do that. All of their stuff was put in the last of the guest facilities we had available. Fortunately two slept with Bob, and there was at least one more that would join them if necessary, but that left one stranded.

She actually hung at the house because she didn't have anything to do with the setting up and was actually bored by that part of the whole thing. Dee and Terri got along famously and since I couldn't sleep with Dee that night, I'd be with Tara, so Dee and Terri could have her room. So that put Bob, Heather, Michelle and Janell in one room, Dee and Terri in another, Marie and Lisa together and Carol and Sheryl. Well shit, I still had a room left over. How the hell did that happen, then Terri laughed and rained on my parade.

"You figured it right Tom. You forgot that Bill and Maryanne would be in the last room. They're pretty straight compared to the rest of us. Fortunately Chelly's mom and sister were able to fly into town so all the kids are still at the ranch with them."

Then she laughed, "Can you imagine 8 kids running around here too?"

I gave her a shocked look, "Eight kids? Holy moly."

"Well yeah. There are two apiece for each of the girls." Then she laughed, "Six of them are Bob's."

"Huh?" I queried. "Six are his?"

"Yeah well, he's sort of 'married' to Heather and Michelle. They share him pretty much equally. My SO, Janell, goes in for a 'filling' every now and again. She always wanted kids and didn't want to go the artificial route, so Bob fathered her two as well. It all works out. I'm really not into guys at all, though I've slept with some a while back. I just take advantage of those nights Jan is with Bob. I get Heather and Michelle."

"How the hell do you guys keep it all straight," I laughed?

"It actually works pretty well Tom. They all love each other and have for many years, so it's not like there are any surprises. Quite honestly I've never seen any bickering, and any kind of conflict is taken care of right then and there, so it doesn't escalate into something bigger than it is. Throw 8 kids into the mix and it gets pretty interesting."

Marie just let out an, "Oh wow, what a zoo!"

"Sometimes," acknowledged Terri with a grin.

About that time Bob, Bill and the four girls made it back from the club and their set up duties.

"That's a really nice place there Tommy. It's going to sound really good."

Dee and Tara took the drink orders, and Carol served them like she would at the club. Carol had planned on going home for the evening since the house was packed.

She was buzzing around the room then sat at the bar to rest for a few minutes, and one of the band girls moved up to sit with her. Conversation started with laughing, talking, and what not. Carol was going to take Michelle home with her.

Bob just shrugged his shoulders. This was normal in their world. So now it would only be Heather and Janell with him. What a crazy mixed up world this is.

Ha! "It's a mixed up, muddled up, shook up world..."

The way things ended up is pretty much the way I described it above with a couple changes. As noted, Michelle was going home with Carol. After everything was said and done, Dee said it was ok for Tara and Heather to swap if they wanted, so I got Heather."

Oh fuck, hurt me some more!"

So it was Tara and Janell with Bob. I was absolutely drooling over Janell, but Terri said the only man she'd ever had sex with was Bob and she had no interest in others. I hoped that would change, but only time would tell.

I looked at Terri and to her laughter said in my worst British accent, "Pity that."

This was going to be an interesting night. Perhaps I'll have to tell you about it some time, but tomorrow morning is the wedding, then the reception in the afternoon. I'd be able to sleep with my bride in our bed tomorrow night, but Sunday morning we'd head out to the airport and hop on a charter, thoughtfully contributed by Bob, though I insisted I'd pay fuel and payroll. He just smiled and said, "If you insist."

Later I found out why he was smiling when he said it. Have you ever priced out Jet-A fuel for a Boeing 737? Holy shit, I probably could have bought the whole jet for the price of a few tanks of gas.

It was worth every penny.

We all got up in the morning bright eyed and bushy tailed. There seemed to be an awful lot of smiles around the house. Must have been a good night. Briefly I'll just say that Heather is a very delicious, highly passionate woman, and I'll leave it right there; for now.

Around 11:30 that morning everything was set and the minister showed up to do the quick ceremony. Dee and I had written it so when the time came it was a quick 2-minute thing, kiss the bride, and now go have some fun. Parrrrty!

By 12:30 we were all doing a caravan over to the club. To make things easy and much safer I hired a fleet of limos to take us to the club then back that evening. If the drinks were to flow, there would be no impaired driving going on from our group. Now others? Can't vouch for them, but one of the club rules is that drunk driving will not be tolerated, and if you were in any doubt, call a cab to take you home, then call a cab to bring you back the next day if necessary to pick up your car, then submit the invoices/receipts to the club for 100% reimbursement. We were that serious about our people being drunk on the road. No excuses!

I told Bob that the girls didn't have to play all day. Just do a couple short sets of live entertainment and we'd just play CD's or whatever the rest of the time. Bob would have nothing of it. He agreed to the girls only doing a few sets, but what are a few to the girls? He insisted that because Bill was already set up for it, he'd do DJ duty for the rest of the party.

I couldn't argue too much with all of that. Little did I know what the DJ had in store? That's another story by itself, so I'm not even going to attempt it here.

The girls were a joy to watch as well as listen to. Bob only joined them for a couple of the sets leaving Maryanne to play the bass most of the day. For some of the numbers Bob would join in the slot that Maryanne usually had fit into.

Bob's a really great bass player, but Maryanne is absolutely phenomenal. Bob will be the first to tell you that Maryanne is a much better bass player than he ever was.

Watching Janell play her drums had me hard all day long. God she's a sexy woman, and play? I've never heard anyone drum like she does.

The whole band started up one number, and with Janell still playing, the rest of them gradually stopped, and walked over to the bar like it was a usual occurrence. Janell did a 13-minute solo that incorporated some Iron Butterfly, Cream, and Neal Pert. Fucking insane, and she didn't even work up a sweat. When it was done, she set her sticks on the snare and joined the other three at the bar. They all welcomed her with a drink like nothing had happened.

The reception went on until about 9pm that evening, and you can be assured that a good time was had by all.

Bill is a crazy man!

So when it was all broken up, we all piled back into the limos and headed back to the house. Bob, Bill and the girls would go back and pack things up tomorrow some time. Since it was Sunday they had until 5pm to finish before the club opened for happy hour and dinner.

Some of the party continued long into the night, but Dee and I had to be up early to get the plane out to Cabo San Lucas, which would be our home away from home for the next 2 weeks.

Bob and the girls turned in early as well because they would go as far as the club with us in the limo. The "big guy" made special arrangements to be there early to open for them. They'd pack up their instruments and equipment and head back on their own.

Hand in hand, I walked to the bedroom with my bride.



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Chapter 27: The Honeymoon


Dee and I got up about 6am that Sunday morning. We were the only ones to awaken and when we got to the living room we had a great laugh.

There twisted on the couch were Bob, Janell, and Heather. Terri and Michelle were "passed out" with club Carol in the love seat next to the couch and Bill was on the floor with Maryanne wrapped all around him. Oh. They were all totally naked and there were clothes thrown all over the room. I thought they said they were going to turn in early.

Only Carol, Sheryl, Marie and Lisa had managed to make it to their room.

Everything was already packed, so it was just a matter of getting to the airport, finding where Bob's jet was parked and head on out.

I hadn't been to Cabo in a few years. I loved it there and we're probably going to buy a place while were there, but for now it was just party hearty once we got there.

We were going to be staying at the "Hotel Cabo San Lucas" which is about 16 to 18 kilometers north of town. The place I wanted to look at to buy is right on the beach within walking distance of downtown. I may change my mind when I see what "progress" has done.

That being said, I'd been part of that progress at one point. When I lived there I was selling real estate to gringos so I guess I can't complain too loudly without being a total hypocrite. Greed always wins out when it comes down to money or preserving the ambiance of a little fishing village.

Bob and all the band ladies were now awake also, hustling around getting ready to leave with us. The limo would drop them at the club so they could break down all the band equipment and get it loaded into a truck, and then they'd follow to the airport later. Bob, Bill and the girls would make the ride back to Willits in one of his helicopters. It was already at the airport in one of the "private hangers".

After dropping them at the club the limo took Dee and I to the airport where Bob had told the driver to go. I sure hope he does it right, because if the jet isn't right there I wouldn't have any way to find it other than hiking around asking questions.

It wasn't any big deal. After we dropped the band at the club we made our way to the airport, found the transportation immediately, and the people that took care of things, took care of things.

We were boarded almost immediately, and escorted to a "private cabin" in the middle of the plane. Bob really knows how to travel in style! Even though it was only a 737 this thing was huge. We sat down and the one attendant asked for our drink orders, then brought us the whole bottle and a cooler of mixers, and with a smile told us that if we needed anything to push the attendant button and unlock the door.

She looked at Dee and did the Groucho Marx eyebrows up and down a few times, and just said, "Hope you'll join the club!"

I knew what she was talking about, but Dee was totally clueless. The attendant looked at me after seeing Dee's reaction, and I assured her visually that Dee would be a member in good standing by the time we landed in Cabo.

Then with a grin I asked her, "You will let us know when we get to cruise altitude. Yes?"

"Oh of course sir," she said smoothly. Then with a big grin, "The crew is very good at entertaining ourselves on these flights."

Leaving Dee to try to make some sense out of the conversation, our flight attendant, Leslie, turned and went through the door at the front of the cabin, and made sure the door was latched from the inside when she closed it.

Dee didn't know it yet, but she would be joining the mile high club on this flight. I just grinned, and took a sip of my drink.

We sat in the plush seats side by side playing and talking like any honeymooning couple would. Of course we had the confines of the seat belts that we would have to keep strapped until the captain turned off the seat belt sign, but he hadn't turned it on yet.

There was anything and everything anyone would need in the cabin for the entire flight. If they wanted food all they needed to do was buzz and Leslie would be back with what ever they wanted.

Leslie had seen it all before. The crew that was on board now was the same crew that flew Bob and the girls all over the world when they were touring. Bob paid well and took care of his people so they stayed. Bob wasn't the only client they flew, but they had all the schedules and Bob's always took precedent. The fleet company had other aircraft they could assign if there was a conflict.

This trip was pretty much a boondoggle for them. They got to stay in Cabo with the clients, though at a different hotel. They'd be in San Jose, close to the airport, so they could be ready at a moments notice if we got a wild hair up our asses and suddenly wanted to go to Cancun. They'd be there and ready to go in a little over an hour.

They were talking in the cabin about the two passengers and Leslie mentioned that the woman had no idea what the "Club" was but he was going to show her during the flight. She told the pilot that he'd asked to be notified when they got to cruising altitude.

Leslie looked at the cabin crew and laughed, "I'll bet 30 minutes from takeoff to screams."

They all laughed and both said they wouldn't take that bet. They looked at each other and just laughed.

While the pilot was going thorough his normal pre-start checklist his co-pilot was calling their flight plan to the proper entities for approvals so that they could grease themselves into Cabo in the least amount of time. Once the coordinates and frequencies had been plugged into the navigation system, he set out to do his pre-start checklist as well.

They received their flight plan approval and noted they had a 45-minute wait until taxi time, bummer. Leslie got on to the intercom and let their passengers know that it would be 45 minutes before they could push away and start their taxi, and that flight time would be about and hour and fifty minutes. She also threw in that it would take about 15 to 20 minutes to get to cruising altitude and that the pilot would call that out for them.

While she was speaking into the microphone, the door to the cabin opened and Dee stuck her head out and smiled. "What kind of munchies do you have," she asked.

"Just about anything you could dream of sweetie. You wouldn't believe some of the things those girls have us stock. What's your pleasure?"

"Nothing over the top. Do you have Nacho's with jalapeños?

Maybe some taquitos?"

"Not a problem," Leslie said with a smile. "Anything else?"

"Hmm. I've never had a margarita. Could you make us some of those," Dee asked hesitantly.

"Sweetie, I make the best margaritas on the planet. Leave the door unlatched and I'll be in with the goodies in about five to ten minutes."

Dee smiled and said, "Thank you. I appreciate it."

Leslie smiled back at her and began to prepare the things Dee had asked for. She chuckled to herself when she thought about the surprise she'd get when they fucked on the plane. She'd be sure to let him know how to drop the bed from the bulkhead so they'd be very comfortable. She knew it was ready because she'd had to change the sheets after the last flight. It appeared that Bob and a couple of the girls got a little frisky on a return from New Orleans.

She took the tray with a couple margaritas, the pitcher, and all the munchies into the cabin and set them on the table made for the tray. It wouldn't move during take off or landing, so it was no big thing. Dee was in the rear of the cabin washing her hands, so Leslie quickly got my attention and with a smile said, "Pull the handle on the bulkhead between those two seats. Not the red one!"

She made sure I saw what she was pointing to and when I looked up with a grin, she said, "Have fun!"

"Oh I intend to. Can you give us about 30 minutes notice before landing? It would probably be a good idea to shower. Better yet, make it 45 minutes."

Leslie chuckled and said, "You got it, and you don't have to be embarrassed if you need something. Trust me, I've seen those girls chase Bob around the cabin with nothing on but their birthday suits. What happens here stays here!"

"Thanks Leslie, I appreciate that," I said with a chuckle. "Enjoy the flight yourself, we won't be bothering you!"

By this time Dee had returned from the rear of the cabin with clean hands, and picked up one the glasses with the salty rims and took a drink.

She looked up at Leslie, "Mmmm, That's good. I don't have anything to compare it to, but it's yummy!"

Leslie smiled at her and said, "Enjoy! And enjoy your flight. Let me know if you need anything else."

I suppose we need to step backwards in time a little and fill in a little secret detail that was talked about much earlier, but hasn't been mentioned in quite a while.

About 3 months ago Dee stopped taking her birth control. She was going to be very ready to get pregnant by the time of the wedding, and she'd planned on trying to make it happen during the honeymoon, which is why she had scheduled everything the way she did. Tara knew about it, and I knew she was planning on stopping the pills, but she'd never said anything. Not that it would have mattered. I was ready to give her what she wanted, and in my mind she was ready both physically and emotionally, but I didn't know specifically what was happening.

But Dee knew. Something else she knew is that she had ovulated earlier this morning, just before we'd left the house. Dee was one of those women that could actually "feel" the egg dropping, getting into position to accept the little swimmers who would vie for her attention.

So when the pilot welcomed them aboard, and said it was time to fasten the seat belts for takeoff they had already been playing for a little while. Dee was still unaware that she was going to be seriously playing in about 30 minutes. I had the timing down pretty well, so I figured that I'd drop the bed down a little before we got to cruise so that when we did get to cruising altitude I'd already have her in the bed and very hot. I also knew that cruise was going to be FL370 so we'd pass through 5,280 ft. long before we got to cruise.

So it was about five minutes or so after take off when the captain turned off the seat belt sign, and announced that we were on our way and it was ok for us to walk around the cabin if we wanted. If Dee had been listening very closely she'd have heard the chuckling in the background that I heard. But she didn't. We were already at over a mile.

I looked at my new bride, and pulled her over into my lap looking deeply into her eyes. She wrapped her arms around me and met my lips with hers. She was giving me a serious kiss, and as long as she was doing that, I moved my hands upwards to cup her breasts and squeeze them gently bringing out a moan.

I knew she was horny because we hadn't had sex with each other for almost the whole week prior to the wedding. We were both entertaining other guests. After hearing her moan, I moved the other hand upwards to begin unbuttoning the shirt that was covering her mounds.

Almost before she knew what was happening I had my mouth wrapped around one of her nipples suckling, flicking my tongue and generally causing some of those electric pulses that tweaked her pussy to be generated. She held my head to her chest and moaned more deeply.

"Oh god Tommy, that's sooooo nice. Mmmmmmm."

I moved my lips away from her breasts and put them against hers again beginning a very deep game of tongue tag that was filled with pure passion. She was devouring me slowly while I pushed the open shirt off of her neatly throwing it over the back of a seat.

She began to feel the lump under her butt and with an evil grin and pecking kisses started wiggling around. I could tell she was getting really hot by the way she was moving her hips. I don't guess the loud moans left any question either, but her butt was definitely a vibratron on my lap.

I looked at her lovingly, kissed her softly before I picked her up off of the seat. Her arms wrapped around my neck, while nibbling and licking, probably wondering where I was planning on putting her down. I walked over to the large space between the seats across from where we had been sitting and making sure I didn't grab the wrong handle pulled gently on the right one and stepped back.

I marveled at what I saw. A large double sized bed dropped away from the wall and gently put its legs down to leave it level with the floor. The aircraft wasn't level quite yet, but I could feel it was getting there.

I pulled Dee a little so that I could look her in the eyes and when the two sets met expressing warmth and love I kissed her gently, but letting her know something was about to happen that she hadn't really thought about. Well something else was about to happen that I hadn't really considered either, but that's beside the point.

While kissing her gently, I slowly lowered her down on to the bed and as soon as she felt it and released my neck, I looked down at her lovingly and began to remove her pants.

She made no effort to do anything more than lay there for the pleasure of her new husband. I had stripped her naked and she was lying on her back waiting for my attentions while I stripped myself.

When I was totally naked she reached out and gently took my penis in her hand and smiled up at me.

"Oh Tommy. I want you so bad. I was afraid I was going to have to wait until later tonight, but my pussy has been wet since we got on the damn plane."

"I want you too honey. I want you slow, and gentle. I don't want to fuck baby, I want to truly make love to my wife for the first time."

"Please. I don't need anything to get me ready baby, just do me now. I can't wait."

I knew it wouldn't be long now before we'd be at cruise, so I crawled in between her legs. She raised her knees and put her feet around my thighs moving her hips up and down causing my rigid phallus to rub gently between her labia touching her clit when I'd stroked all the way through.

I heard the click of the intercom being switched on, so I wedged my cock between her outer banks and pointed directly at her waiting tunnel. I was putting a little pressure on her entrance, but not enough to penetrate yet.

The captain came on the speaker and announced that we were at cruise altitude and our time to landing about an hour and a half. As he was saying that I gently pushed myself slowly into Dee's waiting vagina. She was so soggy that there was no resistance even from her virgin tight sheath.

She let out a huge loud moan when I hit bottom and our pubic bones "shook hands". I just held myself deep inside her and moved slowly around making sure her clit was being mashed adequately. Apparently it was, because within about thirty seconds Dee arched herself up and her body began to shake. The arms that she had around my neck tightened their hold and the gentle hands that had been stroking my hair grabbed a little, not enough to pull on it, but it wasn't gentle stroking anymore.

I looked down at her closed eyes waiting for them to open again, and suddenly she just collapsed, her body totally relaxing while she panted trying to get her breath.

I could feel those magic muscles inside her milking at my cock, but I wasn't having anything to do with that yet. I had another forty-five minutes before I'd get the 45-minute call, and I was going to take full advantage.

Her eyes opened to meet mine with soft love. She raised her head slowly to gently put her lips on mine and proceeded to give me one of the most sensuous kisses of my life. She was pure passion at this moment, and nothing else was around. She tightly wrapped herself around me ensuring that my hard cock would not go anywhere.

Her hips began to move causing me to stroke in and out of her, slowly and tenderly. We found a beautiful rhythm and just slowly loved each other, each giving some, each taking some. Her eyes never left mine and I could see the depths of her tenderness in those eyes. She was living for nothing but the cock imbedded deep inside her.

Then she let me in on her secret, which totally drove me over any edge I'd been hanging on to.

"Tommy," she whispered with a look in her eyes I'd not seen from her before. "Baby, I ovulated this morning. There's an egg inside me that's waiting for your sperm. I need your swimmers baby. They need to go in deep so they can begin to create a new life, make a baby for us."

Then getting tears in her eyes, "Oh Tommy, I've been waiting so long for this. I want our baby so badly.

She then pushed her hips and pelvis upwards forcing my cock as deeply inside her as she could. I could feel the tip of my dick being massaged by the small opening that led to her womb and the waiting fertile egg.

She brought her hands up to either side of my face holding me gently. Her eyes showed me an unbelievable love, and I was gone when she started to whisper to me, "Shoot in me honey. Squirt your swimmers inside me. Oh god honey, make a baby in me."

I was toast! I exploded insider her pussy like I don't think I've ever come in my life. I could feel the small opening of her cervix sucking the sperm right out of me and into her womb. My swimmers were going to meet a fertile egg, and though she put up a good struggle, one of them managed to penetrate her defenses, entered into the center of creation. A process had happened which would culminate in a new life 9 months from now, the beginning of which was made that afternoon at 37,000 feet.

Not knowing it wasn't needed any longer, I managed to blast another load into her waiting womb before the pilot came back on to the intercom letting us know we were about forty five minutes from landing.

That was my signal. I took it, and we made ourselves presentable, in time to fasten our seat belts, and fill out our short-term visa form and customs declarations. Dee glued herself to my arm, leaning up and giving me little kisses and telling me how much she was in love with me.

Just before we landed, she dropped the bombshell on me. "It happened Tommy." I looked down at her beaming face. She was beginning to let her eyes leak just a little, and to my questioning look she whispered, "I'm pregnant baby. I know it's happened already. I can feel it." Then snuggling up close whispered, "You're going to be a daddy sweetie; we're going to have a little girl."

She was glowing. People will tell you that a pregnant woman will have a glow. In my pea brain there is nothing in this world as beautiful as a pregnant woman, and at the moment my beautiful woman was literally glowing.

Once we got to the gate and the doors were open, Leslie came in with a huge grin, hugged Dee as soon as she stood up whispering in her ear, "Welcome to the club sweetie. I hope it was wonderful!" She then handed Dee a button to pin on her shirt that said, "New member of the Mile High Club".

Dee looked at her with a huge grin, and said, "Thank you Leslie."

Dee reached up and gave her a soft kiss taking Leslie a little by surprise, but then Dee said, "It was better than wonderful." Then with a heavy sigh, "We made a little baby girl. That has to be way better than wonderful."

Leslie raised her eyebrows, and I guess it's a woman thing but she looked Dee squarely in the eyes and said, "You take good care of that baby Deanna Tompkins. You conceived her on my watch, so I'm not going to let you slack."

Dee was beaming. It's the first time anyone had referred to her by her married name. Officially she was going to keep her maiden name, but Mrs. Tompkins was how she wanted people to think of her.

They were both grinning and Dee said softly, "Any time Leslie. Just give us a call at least a day before so we can be ready for you."

"Thank you sweetie. I believe I'll take you up on that."

Then down the ramp, through the customs desk, into a cab and the next thing we knew we were at the Hotel Cabo San Lucas, checked into "Casa cinco" and there was a happy Mexican man with two glasses and a pitcher of margaritas.

Now this was going to be a honeymoon!

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The next morning when we finally got our lazy asses out of bed, my having given her an additional two pussy baths, we took a quick shower in a gorgeous stone shower. Well it matched everything else, because the whole place was built with stones. Our balcony overlooked the little private beach the hotel kept, and there were only 10 steps to the sand, but we needed food.

Let me tell you a little about the Hotel Cabo San Lucas. It's a gorgeous facility with beach and palm trees, stone walkways, romantic hideaways, and constant attention from the friendly staff. If memory serves me it's one of the oldest "facilities" in Los Cabos, followed closely by the Hacienda or the Finesteria where during the season you can sit in the "Whale Watchers Bar" and watch the migration of the whales to their birthing grounds.

It's not inexpensive, but it is worth every penny for special occasions. All your meals are covered, and really the only thing you have to pay for beyond the room fee is for alcohol. Neither Dee nor I drank that much, so it wasn't any big deal. We did partake of the complimentary pitcher of margaritas we got on arrival, but when the man came with a refill, we asked for a pitcher of iced tea. I think he was a little disappointed with that, but he merrily went off and a couple minutes later returned con dos vidrios del hielo y de una jarra de té helado (for you non-Spanish speakers – with two glasses of ice and a pitcher of iced tea).

Since we were going to be here for two weeks I decided to rent a car so we didn't have to rely on taxis everywhere. Besides, the car was a lot less expensive than the taxi rides would have been.

The taxi drivers union is one of the strongest in Cabo and it is very cut throat. Rates are set, and god help the driver who undercuts another driver to get the fare. There have actually been brutal beatings over fare interception. It's one of those things you learn as a resident.

So our rented "early 60's" Volkswagen bus that wouldn't go much over 45 miles per hour (about 57 kilometers per hour for you metric types), but it got us from point A to point B very inexpensively and we were in no real hurry.

Mañana señor. Éste es México, ninguna prisa hoy. Mañana en la mañana! (Tomorrow mister. This is Mexico, no hurry today. Tomorrow morning!)

The first day I just dragged Dee around to places I was familiar with, at least a little. The place had changed significantly in the 10+ years I'd not seen it. I showed her the house in Cabo Bello that I'd stayed at for about 10 days doing housesitting duties for a friend at the real estate company I was working for. It was still covered with those god-awful bougainvillea bushes. Fucking things take over and shed worse than a horse dropping its winter coat. These had been there so long that they had stumps the size of trees.

From there we drove out to Brisas del Pacifico where I'd been house sitting for about 5 months at a beautiful house that had been built around a rock. There was a huge granite rock that separated the living room from the kitchen/dining room. It was a round pallapa style house, 2 bedrooms with a huge bath. The shower with no door or curtain but it didn't matter if water splashed out, everything was stone or tile and the drain was actually in the middle of the room.

We did manage to find the place, but the gate was locked and nobody was there. It didn't look like it had changed much other than aged. The drive was paved now instead of rocks and all of the roads around Brisas were also paved instead of deep rutted clay. I'd even bet that all the homes had electricity now. When I lived there the electricity to the house was a buried piece of Romex that ran down the hill to a neighbors. Mexican improvisation.

I was a pig in shit. Dee was laughing heartily at my enthusiastic pointing, and babbling. Memories!

We finally made it back into town, which had changed so much it was like a new place. A lot of things were still there - El Pollo de Oro was still barbequing chicken every other day. Best damned chicken in the world, but most American gringos don't care for it because it doesn't taste like those Foster Farms cardboard chickens you get in the grocery store. These are real barnyard chickens and have some real flavor to them. Dee couldn't believe it when we had a lunch there.

"This doesn't taste like chicken Tommy, it's delicious but it's way too tasty to be chicken."

I laughed and explained the difference between a good barnyard chicken and a cardboard store bought chicken. She laughed and said something about raising chickens in the yard. It's big enough, but somehow I don't think the neighbors would appreciate the scent or the noise.

I parked up the street where there was a restaurant/bar at one time called La Tortuga – The One that Got Away (la tortuga means "the turtle"). Best Chinese chicken salad in Cabo! Pam's sauce was scrumptious. Her husband Derek was a fisherman in Alaska so was gone part of the year. Great place to spend an evening drinking agua mineral con limon. (mineral water with lemon).

From there we walked around town looking at all the tourist shops along the strip. All the great restaurants that were along the main drive when I first started going to Cabo and were still there when I lived there were now gone. They were all shitty little "rip off the tourists" trinket kind of places. Many of the restaurants had moved across the way to what I can only describe as a strip mall. It used to be the town side of the marina.

Let's just say that when I first saw Cabo San Lucas it was a sleepy little fishing village with dirt streets where you could sit at the Giggling Marlin, eat your lunch, have a few beers and watch the fishing fleet go out in the morning if you were up that early, or come back during the afternoon, which was much more likely. Now you can't even see the marina much less the fishing fleet.

It's sad to me, but it's progress for Mexico. You have to understand that Mexico really only has two products – Oil and tourism. They have to build out the tourist locations to keep money rolling in.

The Fonatour is responsible for the overall plan, but it would be nice if they'd leave some places as pristine as they've been for centuries. Mulegé for instance (pronounced Moo-la-hay), just south of Santa Rosalía on the Gulf side of Baja.

Driving south, you drive around a wide bend in the road, and go across the bridge and there's Mulegé. Palm trees, white sands, beautiful village, and a nice marina. You'll think you took a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in Hawaii. That was my first impression on my first drive down.

We got back to the Hotel in time for some dinner of carne asada and for desert, flan, a really sweet egg custard with light caramel sauce. We grabbed a pitcher of margaritas, a couple glasses and headed down to "Casa Cinco". We changed out of our day clothes into something more comfortable, though I don't know how you could be more comfortable than Baggies and a tank top with flip-flops.

We shared a double chaise, kicked back watching the lights and the Sea of Cortez wash ashore just beneath our feet. It was peaceful, quiet, well except for the natural waves and breeze. We sat and enjoyed the warmth and feel of each other's body. Most of the Casa's at Hotel Cabo San Lucas are fairly private, especially after dark. Unless you turn on your "porch lights" someone could walk by just below and never know there was anyone there. There's no direct line of sight anyway, but it was very quaint.

Maybe that's why Dee stood up and peeled off what little clothing she had on. She reached down and pulled at my Baggies.

I was going to fight it? I think not! I raised my butt off the chaise and she pulled the shorts down and then peeled the tank top as well.

Then she just sat back down next to me and cuddled up close. I could hear her breathing increase a little and I felt her rubbing her breast against my chest rubbing the nipple hard. I got a few low, quiet moans as the stimulation increased.

I felt her hand move down, wrap itself around my stiff cock, and begin to stroke it softly.

"I love you so much Thomas. I can't believe I'm finally your wife and I'm going to have our baby. I can't think of any place I'd rather be than with you in this beautiful place." Then she let out a very heavy sigh.

I gave her a wide smile in the dark and whispered, "My partner, my love, my confidant. You're everything to me Deanna. You have made me a complete man. I hope our daughter looks just like her mama, like her mother looks just like her mama."

Dee started, "Shit, I forgot to call mom this morning. I guess I'll have to do it tomorrow." Then as an afterthought, "Remind me honey?"

"If I remember, I will remind you," I chuckled!

"I better write it down," she said getting up off the lounger and walking in to the casa to put a note on something. She knows my ADD very well!

I watched that gorgeous ass wiggle away from me oblivious that my eyes were raking it hungrily. I guess I'm going to have to fill that up when she comes back.

"Ok, it's written down and on the front door so we can't miss it when we go out in the morning."

She came back, sat on the chaise, and looked over at me with a smile. I leaned over and kissed her passionately while I moved myself over the top of her. I put myself between her knees forcing her to move them apart a little to make room.

She pulled her face back slightly and asked, "Tommy, what the hell are you ... ohhhyesssssss. Ughhhhhnngggghhh. Shit that's good," I heard from her as my stiff penis entered her gently but with a definite purpose.

It didn't take long before I was balls deep inside her pussy and she was moaning quietly. She didn't want to make too much noise because we were outside in the open air. What the hell, we were practically in the open air when we were inside on the bed too.

When I got to the bottom I just kept it deep in her rubbing my pubis against hers making good solid contact with her clit. She was humming and purring while her hips wiggled all around moving me around. I didn't have to move at all. She put her hands gently on my chest and massaged me softly while we set a good rhythm using very little movement.

She brought her thighs up around my hips with her feet locked around my ass pushing herself up on to me smoothly as I pushed downwards. Moaning a little more loudly now, I dropped my mouth to hers in an attempt to quiet the output just a little. I was only marginally successful, but wasn't overly concerned at the moment. She was twitching and shaking into an orgasm, and I wanted to come with her, so as she began falling over the edge, I pressed home firmly and moved in a tight circle causing her to arch upwards toward me and begin to spasm.

"Uggghhggoddddd. Ahhyeesssssss, filllmeeeeee," she groaned into my mouth while her insides squeezed the warmth out of me.

I let it go easily this time. It was only supposed to be a quick session that ended up lasting thirty minutes or so. Neither of us was going to complain. She kept her legs wrapped around me holding her vulva tight against my groin. She wasn't about to let anything escape even though she knew the goal she had set had already been accomplished.

We stayed outside for quite some time dozing on the chaise in each other's arms. It's not like we needed any clothes. It was at least 80 degrees with about 75% humidity, so clothes probably would have been a little uncomfortable.

Early in the morning we found ourselves under the warm water of the shower room while we enjoyed the feel of each other's body. Once cleaned and rinsed, I turned her towards me and kissed her softly then looked into her eyes.

She had a questioning look on her face which changed to surprise when I turned her back around and whispered in her ear to bend over and hold on to the shower handles.

She looked back over her shoulder as I moved up behind her slowly inserting my rigid phallus into her welcoming vagina. It didn't take long before I was inside her as deeply as I could get.

"Uhhhgawwddddd. Fuuccckkkkthaaaasssgoooood," she moaned loudly. She began to wiggle her ass slowly causing the moans to be much more frequent. While she was wiggling I was stroking, both in and out of her incredibly tight velvet scabbard, but also with my fingers on the little soldier that had come out to determine what it was causing all the commotion. One hand also moved back and forth between hardened nipples.

With that entire happening she cried out while her pussy squeezed down on me like a vise. I moved my hands to her hips to hold her up while she shook and twitched herself through the first orgasm of this day. I had plans for a few more.

She stood a little straighter groaning in dismay when my softening cock fell from its perch. She pressed her back against me while I moved my hands around to the front cupping her breasts in my hands. Her hands moved on to mine holding mine where they were. She looked up over her shoulder at me with a grin. "Wow. That was great!"

"I thought it was rather nice myself my dear. Now we need to revisit the water before we head off to breakfast."

She smiled and turned around kissing me tenderly. "Thank you, Husband, I liked that a lot!"

I smiled at her, got the soap back into my hands and gave everything a light going over since it had a standard wash a little earlier.

After drying and dressing we walked hand in hand to the dining area to find a seat and order some of the killer huevos rancheros con papas y tocino. I don't know if Dee noticed but certainly I noticed a few, shall we say odd looks from some of the other guests. Perhaps our amorous activities hadn't been quite quiet enough for the masses. Tough shit!

We had a blast, ate tons of fish tacos, a Baja especial, trekked all over southern Baja. Had lunch at the Hotel California in Todos Santos, stopped at nearly every beach we could get to between Cabo and La Paz, pulled our blanket out of our VW microbus and screwed each other silly right there in the open. A couple times, Dee didn't even bother putting her pants back on knowing it would only be a few minutes before she was splayed out on her back again.

We even were able to take in a couple shows while we were there. One was Peter Bacon, or Pedro Tocino, as the residents know him. I knew Peter from when I'd lived there. He was from London, Ontario in Canada, had bought a place, and moved down to be in Cabo full time. He does a great one-man band with keyboards.

One day while we were wandering around we passed by Cabo Wabo, and Dee asked me if that wasn't the place that the rocker owned. I just nodded as we passed by. She said she wanted to go in and look around, so we went in. It hadn't changed since I'd last seen it. The drinks were still absolutely a rip off, even by Cabo standards and the music was playing so loud you couldn't really hear it. It was one of those spots I had no use for. I'll keep my opinion of Sammy to myself, but let's just say he had a less than an endearing personality.

Dee wasn't all that impressed either, so when she started to drag me back out to the street it didn't take any effort.

"Fucking loud," she shouted at me.

"You're not inside anymore sweetie, you don't have to yell."

She blushed a little and shyly said, "Sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry for baby. I totally understand."

"You don't like the place do you," she asked looking at me.

"How perceptive," I replied cheekily. "It's a 'name only' club sweetie. It wouldn't even be in business anymore at the prices they charge. The only way they get away with it is the name, so no, I really don't like the place."

"Did you ever get to meet ... what's his name?"

"Yeeessssss, I did. It's one of the reasons I wouldn't do any business in there."

"Why not?" she queried.

"Doesn't matter sweetie, let's just keep moving along. It's getting close to lunchtime. Wanna go get a torta?"

"A what?" she asked with big eyes.

"A torta. It's kind of a sandwich made with bolilla bread; grease fried steak, and veggies. I used to eat 4 fish tacos and a torta millenesa, just about every day. I was addicted."

"Well maybe we should stay away," she said giggling. "I'd hate to take a junkie back to the states with me."

"Too late," I said laughing.

So we moseyed down to Jorge's (pronounced hor-hay) place and got some fish tacos and a couple tortas. I learned to make the fish tacos myself without grease frying the breaded fish. I bake it.

The real secret is the rest of the stuff, only cabbage and the fish taco secret sauce. Oh, and the fresh pressed tortilla. I can't tell you how much I miss fresh tortillas. The crap you get in the grocery stores are dried cardboard.

I got some masa de maiz flour and mixed it up myself, and even tried the pre mixed stuff. I couldn't make a tortilla to save my ass! I even had a tortilla press, but never got one to be close to round. Some day I'll try again. Maybe after we get back, I've got a taste for them again.

"Can you make any of this stuff," she asked munching on a piece of fresh Dorado – dolphin fish. Jorge was grinning from ear to ear. It had been a few years since I'd seen him.

I always know how authentic a Mexican restaurant is at home when they have "Mahi-Mahi" on the menu instead of Dorado. Same fish guys. You're wannabes!

"Yeah I can sweetie. I make a killer fish taco, but I need to take Maria with us to make the damned tortillas."

Dee looked over the counter at the young Mexicana sitting in the chair behind the counter, then looked at me and said, "That'd be ok with me." She was grinning, and then looked at Jorge who wasn't smiling.

"She stays here with me señorita," he said with a grin.

I laughed, " Jorge maldito, necesito alguien hacer las tortillas frescas. Hey, ¿Puede Maria quizá demostrar a Dee cómo hacer una tortilla fresca? " ("Damn Jorge, I need someone to make fresh tortillas. Hey, can Maria maybe show Dee how to make a fresh tortilla?")

"Sí Señor," he said with a chuckle. Jorge spoke English as well as I did.

I looked at Dee and asked her, "Do you want to learn how to make a fresh tortilla for your husband my dear?"

She started to laugh, and nodded her head.

So Maria took Dee under her wing while Jorge sat at the bar with me sucking down a cerveza and talking about fishing, and Cabo in general. He told me he was going to retire in a year or so and go fishing every day.

"¡Jorge usted no puede hacer eso! ¿De dónde entonces conseguiré el tacos de pescados?"

"Your Spanish is still very good my friend," he said with a grin.

"I don't get much practice these days Jorge, maybe I'll buy a place down here and move again."

Dee looked over the counter at me and was nodding her head enthusiastically. "I think that's a great idea, Honey. When should I start packing?"

I chuckled but she continued with a smoky look in her eyes, "I like Maria, Tom. If we move maybe we could hire her to make you tortillas."

They both giggled at that, but Dee was actually doing really well at making tortillas. I couldn't believe it. I was going to be able to have fresh tortillas again.

If you have ever had fresh pressed corn tortillas warmed in a fry pan, you know exactly what I'm saying. If you haven't, mis condolencias!

We set up a dinner with Jorge and Maria while we were there and when Dee was cleaned up from tortilla making, we bid them adieu until later that evening. We were going to meet at Mama's for dinner about 8pm. I always did enjoy Jorge's company.

"That was fun Tommy. I can't wait to get my own tortilla press and some masa. I'll make you so many tortillas you'll be sick of them."

"I don't think you could do that honey. You don't know how much I love fresh tortillas and you just can't get them north of the border," I said with a smile. "At least in our neighborhood. I'll take all you can make!"

Our dinner with Jorge and Maria was very pleasant. Dee and Maria got along really well. I think Dee was seriously thinking of how she could smuggle her home with us. I got a lot of practice with my Español.

When we split up, I shook his hand, wished him good luck in his retirement, and told him to keep in touch. I'd be buying a place here so we'd be down fairly regularly and I needed someone to go fishing with.

I told him he was going to love all the young ladies I'd bring with me. He smiled and said that Maria kept him quite busy.

We exchanged addresses and phone numbers, as did Maria and Dee. Then he and Maria headed to their home and we went back to wandering the streets.

It was about 11:30 and Squid Roe was just starting to come alive. What was "Lukas" when I lived there was now the "Hard Rock Cafe – Cabo San Lucas," and it was jumping, as I would expect.

Squid was always the local "meat market". Loud rock music until 4am, and if you wanted some pussy that was the place to go. During the month of spring break it was crawling out of the woodwork. Ahhhh. Sweet memories.

We ended up back at the hotel about 2am and just crashed. We were both exhausted. We'd spent about 2 hours dancing at Squid and I have to tell you, the energy of youth!

When we got up in the morning it was the next to the last day. We'd fly home tomorrow so today was kind of melancholy. I did hit a couple of the real estate offices and took a tour up in the Pedregal, but there was nothing there that turned my crank.

Besides it was up on the hill, much too far to walk to the beach. I didn't need a house anyway; a condo would do just fine. There were a couple nice places down on the beach.

I'd always enjoyed the Meliá Cabo San Lucas right next to "The Office". I can't tell you how many glasses of fresh squeezed orange juice I drank downstairs at the Las Palmas bar. It was my usual stop after my four or five kilometer early morning walks on the beach.

So we took our blanket and our towels and just sat in the sunshine not doing much of anything that last day. It has been a great trip, one that I'm sure Dee would never forget. It's always nice to tour some place like this with someone who knows the place. Even though it had changed a whole lot, it was still familiar territory.

I love the place. I love the people. I love the pace. We're going to have to find a place to buy and plan on coming down on a regular basis. The schools down here are a far cry better than the ones you find north of the border it's just that attendance isn't mandatory.

I like to ocean fish and there isn't any better place I've found. Tuna, Marlin, Sailfish, Dorado, Roosterfish, Wahoo, you name it they're there, and you can't beat fresh fish on the grille.

I forgot to ask Jorge about the shrimp boats. When I was living there, my friend and compadre, Johnny would take one of the Clembo's jet ski's out to the shrimp boats and brought back a couple of kilos of giant tiger shrimp that were already cleaned, de-veined and butterflied. The cost of almost 5 lbs of those shrimp was about $11US. We just pulled them out of the bag, drowned them in melted butter and tossed them on the BBQ. Fresh shrimp on the barbie, and a few Pacifico's in the barrios. It didn't get any better than that!

But like anything else, all good things must come to an end. We made our way to the airport about 10:30 the next morning and the crew was already present, all chipper and ready to go.

Leslie laughed when she saw Dee. The whole time we were there Dee had the appearance of a "well fucked woman" and today was no different.

"What?" Dee asked defensively when she saw the look on her face.

Leslie laughed and pulled Dee aside whispering, "You look like you two did nothing but fuck the whole time you were here."

Dee turned bright red but turned to look at Leslie with a smile and then leaned in giving her a very nice kiss, which was returned in kind. "We did more than just that," she chuckled with mock indignation. "Besides it's our honeymoon, I'm entitled."

So we went through the routine again, and once we'd taxied out and took off, we were on our way. In a few minutes Leslie came in with drinks for us, and smiled at Dee very sensuously, which Dee picked up on right away.

She leaned down and whispered into Dee's ear, "Would you like to go for mile high bi?"

I guess she didn't think that I'd heard what she said, but before Dee could answer with anything other than a huge smile, I stood up and stretched. Then looked at the two of them and said I was going forward to visit with the rest of the crew.

Dee looked at me with those damned smoky eyes, and smiled. "Don't get lost sailor," she said humorously.

I closed the door behind me so they could have some privacy and went forward to chat with the pilot and copilot for a while.

When I got to the cockpit they both looked at me with wondering looks. I just smiled at them, took a sip of my drink, sat in the seat behind them, and said, "Mile High Bi."

They both got a grin and acknowledged. We had a great conversation for about 45 minutes until Leslie came back out of the cabin looking totally refreshed

We knew that though because when they started the shower, Steve, the copilot flipped a couple switches above his head and said, "Shower's started. They must be finished."

We got a good chuckle out of that. "You mean --?"

Both turned with huge grins nodding their heads. I just shook mine with a smile.

So Leslie came forward with Dee right behind her. I stood up to give her the seat and when I did, Leslie threw her arms around my neck and put a kiss on me that I'll not soon forget. When she pulled her face back, she was staring into my eyes and said, "Thank you. That was very nice." Then with a big grin, "You're next!"

She said something in airlineese to Randy, the pilot, to which he nodded, and got on the radio. In about two minutes, he looked back at Leslie with a grin and gave her thumbs up. So whatever had been requested was ok.

With a big grin, Dee sat down in the seat I'd been in, while Leslie put her arms around me and started to pull.

I looked up and saw Dee's eyes sparkling, and she said almost so nobody could hear it, "Go on. Enjoy ... Oh. Can I?" She pointed her head towards the crew, but I got what she was asking. I nodded with a smile.

I looked up at Leslie who was smiling brightly while tugging at my arm gently. I just shrugged and thought to myself, "What the fuck, might as well."

I followed her through the door and closed it behind me but no lock. No sooner than the door was closed and I turned around, Leslie was standing next to the bed with nothing on but panties and a smile.

By the time I got to the bed, she was on it without any panties, and I'd just gotten my boxers off in time to kneel on the edge. I dropped myself to lay next to her moving to cover her lips with mine. The Kiss was very nice. It was definitely a 'fuck me' kiss so I knew what the task at hand would bring.

When the kiss was over, she looked longingly into my eyes and said softly, "Dee told me about you! Can I make a request?"

Like I didn't know what was coming. I nodded my head with an evil grin.

When she looked at me it was with a shy look like she really didn't know how to ask, but she whispered, "Can I have 'the works'?"

I looked at her surprised and asked, "The works?"

"Yeah, everything. With a cherry on top, and if you really want a cherry, give me a minute and I'll go get some with whipped cream," she giggled.

I chuckled and said, "I don't think you need to go quite that far, but what you're telling me is that there aren't any limits?"

"Nope. I'm ready for anything you can dish out. I hope!"

So I leaned down and put my lips to hers again and before getting started with my exploration, I asked, "How long do we have?"

"As long as it takes Tom, as long as it takes," grinning like a Cheshire cat.

To my querying eyes she said, "Randy asked to be put into a holding pattern off shore until we were ready to land and was given permission, so we'll be circling from about San Luis Obispo to Monterey or probably Santa Cruz, until the shower goes on. Then they'll call for a landing sequence, and we'll be on our way."

I looked at her incredulously, "You can do that?"

"Oh yeah. I can't tell you how many times we've done that exact circle when those horny girls haven't finished with Bob."

I lowered my mouth to hers and the marathon was under way. Needless to say I spent a good hour and a half playing with young Leslie. By the time I'd worked on her pussy with my mouth for about 20 minutes she was wiggling and shaking all over the place. I'm sure that's what Dee had emphasized, so I made sure to give her a good professional mustache ride.

When she finally pushed my head away from her pussy and told me she was too sensitive, I began my slow crawl up her body. I looked her in the eyes and we shared some loving kisses before she looked at me with half recovered dreamy eyes and whispered, "Fuck me Tom. I want you inside me, no, I need you in me!"

I leaned my head down and gave her a very tender kiss while I positioned my hard cock at the entrance to her sex. When she felt the tip of my cock start pushing her labia aside, she moaned loudly, and hissed, "OhhYesssss. Thaatttt's the spotttttllovvveerrrr. Oh push baby, push."

So I slowly pushed into her until our pubic bones were formally introduced. Her body stiffened as soon as my bone touched her clit. I didn't even have to move she was so sensitive and ready. I felt those tight muscles inside of her start to work on me, but I wasn't ready to come that quickly. I waited for her to come around from her latest visit to the mystical valley of "O". I began a slow stroke with her. We set up a very nice slow, gentle rhythm and just stroked each other for a long time. She had a couple small visits to "O world," but I could tell she was building up to a monster, so I just teased her along, letting it become more and more intense.

By the time she was at the very edge of the precipice, I was almost there myself, so when she arched up and got very stiff, I was ready for the milking that was going to happen inside her vagina. I wasn't disappointed. I'm sure that the crew heard her moans and screams of more, more, and more and can only imagine the smile on Dee's face. It was almost like she'd let me do that so she could look at the woman and without words say, "I get that every day if I want it!"

Dee's just not that way, but she did enjoy letting me work another woman over. I think every one had walked away wondering what had just happened to them. I love to make a woman go over that edge.

When Leslie finally came around to recovery, our eyes met then I dropped my face to kiss her. I thought she was going to suck me into her body with her mouth. She was so turned on and hot, but she couldn't take any more. She had me wrapped up tight and her legs weren't about to let me slide out of her.

I was shrinking though and as much as it would have been fun to continue, I think both of us were very worn out.

We lay there for about 15 minutes in each other's arms, kissing, nibbling, licking, and just enjoying the euphoria of an incredible fuck.

But just like the trip, all good things have an end, so we slowly got up and made our way to the shower that had been installed on board.

About five minutes after the shower turned on, I felt the plane make a different turn and had to hold on to Leslie to keep from falling over. She laughed and said, "Randy just put us in the landing pattern, and so depending on where we were in the loop we should be landing in maybe 20 or 30 minutes."

Then looking into my eyes she put her arms around my neck and kissed me so softly and sexy I thought I'd fall over. Then she looked at me tenderly and whispered, "Thank you Tom. I can't believe Dee was ok with that. If you were mine I'd have you locked in a cage." She chuckled with an evil grin and began to blush.

"Thank you Leslie. You are a very passionate lover. I'm sure that some man will want to put you in a cage at some point in time. Did Dee tell you how to find us?"

She nodded shyly. A big smile came on her face, her eyes sparkling.

"Feel free," I ventured. "I'm sure Dee would love to see you again too."

Then she really blushed bright red, but nodded her head.

While all of this was going on we had gotten out of the shower, dried off and put our clothes back on. By some previous unspoken agreement she grabbed the microphone and called the cockpit to see if everything was ok for us to come out.

We didn't want to catch Dee in the middle of whatever it was she was doing, though when we got to the front and saw the smiles on all three faces, we knew that things had gone the way Dee had hoped.

"We should be on the ground in about fifteen folks, so you should probably head back and strap in for landing. It'll take us about five minutes or so to taxi over to the 'private' hanger areas and park. I already called ahead so there's a limo waiting to run you home."

We thanked him profusely, and Randy turned around with a grin and looking right at Dee said, "No, thank you!"

I hadn't seen Dee blush that red in a long time, but she smiled and gave both Randy and Steve a quick peck on the lips and we made our way with Leslie back to the cabin and our seats.

Leslie asked us if we needed anything else, and looking at each other with knowing grins, said, "No. Not at the moment, but maybe later."

She laughed and went to the inter cabin mic and let them know we were all ready for landing and that she was going to strap in a seat with us.

We landed, and said our "see ya laters" while our baggage was being unloaded and put into the limo. Dee took Leslie aside and made sure she knew that she'd be welcome any time. She told her that we always had a house full of guests, and that I was getting all kinds of strange pussy all the time, so if she wanted another dose, it was probably doable. They were both giggling and smiling, by the time we loaded into the limo and headed out.

Arm in arm the three of them went back to the plane to secure it until they had another assignment. This one had been one of the better they'd had in a very long time.

Little did we know that it would continue in some ways.



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Chapter 28: Marie and Lisa


When we arrived back at the house there was a welcoming committee. It almost felt a little strange, but it was nice to have three beautiful women greet us at the door.

Tara, Marie and Lisa smiled and came down to help us drag our bags up to the house. We had a whole extra suitcase full of gifts, mementos and trinkets that we'd picked up in the "junk shops".

I was a bit surprised to see Marie and Lisa still there, but it was a very pleasant surprise. I always enjoyed their company. They were not only beautiful women, but also extremely intelligent and quite interesting in their different interests. We never had a lack of something to chat about.

Tara and Dee were hugging each other tightly until Tara pulled away from her and asked, "When will you be absolutely sure sweetie?"

"I'm already absolutely sure mom. I think I felt it the moment it happened, but let's see, this is Sunday so my period should be due Wednesday or Thursday. You know me, I'm never late, so if I'm not bleeding to death by Thursday afternoon, I'd bet some money that I'm preggers!"

Tara smiled at her daughter, "Well. Are you happy? You've only been whining about it since you were sixteen."

"You know I'm happy mom. I've wanted to give Tommy a baby for a long time, and now I will. Oh. I'm sure it's a girl also."

Tara looked at Deanna and nodded her head with a huge smile.

While all of this was going on I had dragged the bags up the stairs and into our bedroom for unpacking and sorting to laundry. I left the bag of goodies in the living room. There was plenty in there to give something to everyone there. It worked out pretty well though because I knew Marie was into the paper maché brightly painted birds just like I was, so I'd have to give up one or two of the souvenirs that I'd picked up for myself and give them to Marie. It's ok there were plenty to go around. There were always more where these came from!

I was also into the carved, brightly painted fish as well which is something Lisa collected. It was good, because we had brought back a little of everything and had shipped even more. Dust collectors to add to the collection already on numerous shelves. I was going to have to hire a maid just to dust.

So we all got some drinks and sat in the living room to talk about the trip. Dee was in full motor mouth mode telling Marie, Lisa and her mom all about Cabo and some of the things we had done. She left out the juicy stuff thankfully, as I'm sure the three of them could have guessed about all of that.

"The first day we got this rental car from the hotel. It was an old beat up Volkswagen bus but we had a blast in it. We tripped all around the place while Tommy showed me all the places he'd lived when he was living down there. They were some really nice places, especially the last one I saw. We couldn't get past the locked gate, but I could see it was a really nice place."

Lisa looked at her questioningly, "Locked gate?"

"Yeah. Most of the houses in that area have strong fences and locked gates, because if the gates were open the cows from who knows where would wander in and help themselves to the landscape and gardens."

I filled in the blanks, "Mexico is pretty much an open range, so livestock wander all over the place. One of "Tom's" rules for Mexico is that you don't travel the roads at night. At least once a week you would drive to town and there would be a dead cow by the side of the road. You can only imagine what that cow did to the car that hit it and people were killed by cows all the time."

"What did they do with the dead cow Tommy," Tara asked.

Dee looked at me and I looked at her and we both began to chuckle.

"Oh no. They don't come out and butcher it on the side of the road do they?"

I let Dee tell them, "No, they leave it there on the side of the road. After about a week it gets really big and bloated, something about gasses as it decomposes. After it's been there for a week or so, someone takes a can of gas out and they burn it right where it lays."

"Ewwwwwww," came from both Lisa and Marie. "That's gross, why don't they just bury it?"

I laughed, "If they buried every cow that got hit by a car on the road, they'd run out of space to dig the holes. It's quicker, easier and cheaper to just burn them once they rot enough they'll burn thoroughly. When the fire's done, someone goes in and sweeps up what is left and puts it in a garbage can, and it's taken care of."

"That's terrible," Marie squeaked out.

"Well honey. It's a third world country and like just about everywhere else in the world they don't do things like we do here." They all nodded at that, "I always tell people that are going to travel to a different country to put their 'western brain' in a dish on their dresser before they leave. Don't expect people in other places to do things or act like we do. You're visiting their house and it's rude to be judgmental of them based on your own house. International travel is a wonderful experience if you can just leave your arrogant American attitude behind. It's far more interesting to get into the local culture and go with the flow there."

To the understanding nods, I finished, "We earn our 'Ugly American' name tag. Believe me, Americans are the loudest, most arrogant, boorish pigs on this earth. We think we have a corner on life and our shit doesn't stink. We only have a corner on our own, and show me an outhouse anywhere in this country that smells like roses." I got chuckles at that comment.

"People don't appreciate it when someone who doesn't know what the fuck they're talking about come to their home and start badmouthing how they live. They fucking do the best they can with what they have and they're proud of what they have. And we should acknowledge that instead of making fun or denigrating them. We just figure that if we throw a few dollars around we'll get respect. Well, it don't work that way!"

"Go into a barrio in most places in Mexico and you will see poverty. You'll see dirt floors in homes, but you know what? Those dirt floors are swept clean. They have pride in what they have and don't worry about what they don't have."

"Then go to a ghetto here somewhere and what do you see? People whining and crying about what a raw deal they're getting when the government is only giving them "X" dollars. Huh? Instead of dealing with what they have and having pride in it, they bitch and complain about what they don't have because the government is fucking them over. Why should the government give you shit? Get off your fat ass and go to work. I'll always help someone who tries to help himself or herself, but if you're only there looking for a handout - fuck you!

"Ok. I'm off my soapbox now," I said with a grin.

Marie chuckled, "Shit Tom. Get off the damned fence. Tell us what you really think!"

I looked at her and blushed a little. I'm pretty adamantly vocal about what assholes we are to the rest of the world. Most people can't relate because most people haven't been where I've been.

So Dee continued to tell them about fish tacos and how she'd learned to make fresh tortillas for me, and what a torta was and how good all the food was and how much fun we'd had everywhere we went. She talked about Todos Santos and La Paz, the gold mines in the hills and how they got gold out of the ground.

Everyone got a pretty good picture of our honeymoon!

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Another week had passed, and Dee had, in fact, missed her period telling her that she was right and that she was pregnant. It would be another month before she'd go for medical confirmation, but she's studied enough on the web to know exactly what she needed to do in order to make sure our baby had the best chance of being a healthy baby.

Marie and Lisa were still there, and nobody was anxious for them to leave. They had nothing going on at the home front, no pets, no jobs to worry about, no people they had to report in to, just a mortgage check to send off and apparently there weren't many of those left.

From Tara's standpoint it was wonderful having them hanging around. It was like old times, and they could do it with Tom without issues cropping up.

They were all sitting around the living room having their evening drink, except for Dee who was partaking of her usual vegetable juice and carrot sticks. She was on a serious health kick and everyone else was joining in with her for the most part, exercising, and running, eating healthy, the whole nine yards.

Dee and Marie had drifted off again. It wasn't a worried Dee this time; she just wanted to talk with Marie for a little while.

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When they got into the side den, she closed the door and turned to Marie with a smile. She slowly walked up to her and kissed her passionately working some tongue action into the mix.

When the kiss ended, Marie looked at Dee and whispered, "Wow. I like that young lady."

"Me too," said Dee softly.

"I thought about all the stuff we talked about before the wedding and I think you're right. I certainly don't feel as insecure as I did then."

With a huge grin, "You're married to him now sweetie. You have your hooks solidly set."

They both giggled and moved to sit in the chair that was in the room. Side by side, they were nearly attached, Dee gently putting her hand on Marie's thigh and looking up into her eyes.

"I want to make love with Lisa tonight if it's ok with you Marie. I want you too, but I think Tommy and you need to work through the emotions that still bum you both out."

Marie looked at her with melancholy eyes then smiled at Dee saying, "Dee. You're just 18. You're not supposed to be able to think in those kinds of terms."

"There are psychologists that wouldn't be able to enunciate that opinion as well as you just did."

Dee smiled shyly, "Well, I just know that the three of you were very much in love and it was very painful when it all broke up. You're all still affected by it, I can tell, and you all really need to deal with it."

Marie just smiled at her nodding slightly.

"I mean, you and Lisa have gone on with your lives, and so has Tommy, but you still have that pain in your hearts somewhere in the background. You need to bring it to the foreground, deal with it and be done with it!"

Marie looked at her and softly whispered, "You're right honey. We really do, but you have to understand, you have never felt the kind of pain we put on each other. Tom really didn't want to leave, and we really didn't want him to, but we all knew he had to go. He needed to get on with his life, because it wasn't going to be with a couple of 'dykes'," she said with a big grin, lightening up the conversation a little. "We knew that Tom loved your mom and that she loved him too, but because of what happened with your father, she immersed herself in her work."

Dee nodded and whispered, "Yeah."

"You loved Tom so she kept him around. I wouldn't say she was stringing him along because I know she really loved him a lot. She just couldn't take time or attention away from her job to concentrate on any kind of relationship. I'm sure she enjoyed Tom's visits; a woman has needs. You needed a male role model and Tom was always there for you."

Dee nodded her head and said, "Mom knew I was in love with him the first time I set eyes on him. I think she just figured it was puppy love, and it may have been at that point, how can an 8 year old really know what love is?"

Marie smiled and gave her a quick noogy before she continued.

"Dee. Your mom loves Tom a lot, and I mean a lot. What I've seen between you and Tom, I don't think your mom could match, but you seem to be ok with sharing him with her. That's a very courageous thing to do honey, especially knowing the love between the two of them."

"I know mom isn't going to 'steal' him away from me Marie, the same as I know that you and Lisa aren't going to do that either. I want mom to be happy, and I know loving Tommy makes her happy. I know she's very happy that he and I have done what we've done. She's said she's not sure she could have done it again after dad. She knows Tom couldn't be that way, but it was one of those 'psych issues' that she hasn't worked through."

Marie looked at her in awe, "Dee. Have you ever thought about studying psychology? You are a natural at it."

"Mom said the same thing. Maybe. I don't know. Right now I want to concentrate on giving Tommy this baby girl," she said before she'd known it, shooting her hand up to her mouth and looking at Marie with large eyes.

"Dee? You're pregnant?" Marie asked.

Dee nodded. "I missed my period last week and I'm as regular as clockwork." Then smiling, "I really felt it happen when it did. I was being inducted into the mile high club."

Marie laughed loudly at that description. "The mile high club, aye? Well that's as good a time as any I suppose. When the baby gets older and asks you about it you can say it happened at 35,000 feet over San Diego or some such thing."

Dee laughed, "I'd never thought of that. That's a good one. I'll have to remember it!"

"Does your mom know?"

"Oh yeah. She knew the moment it happened too. Mom and me are connected that way. I'm not even going to see a doctor for another month, but I don't have any doubt, and I also know it's going to be a little girl."

"That's so cool," lamented Marie with a far away look.

"You want to have a baby too, don't you Marie?"

"I don't know Dee. I've thought about it before, and it seems like the 'womanly' thing to do, but I'm just not sure."

"Then you should wait," Dee said putting her arms around Marie.

"Oh I know honey. I know." Then looking at Dee kind of tentatively asked, "How would you feel about Tom being a father to my child?"

Without any hesitation, "I think it would be totally bitchen, as long as it's what you really wanted!"

"Like Lisa honey, Tom is the only man I would ever consider doing that kind of thing with. I guess it's something to think about," Then with a big smile, "You planted the seed you little shit."

Both laughed roundly at that comment, hugging each other closely and kissing again.

"So you don't have any problem with me loving with Lisa tonight?" Dee asked softly.

"Not at all sweetie. I'm not sure about handling Tom, but you are right. It's something we both need to face head on. I know he loves me, and I totally love him, so we shouldn't have that big a problem. It's just the emotions of 'parting' again that is worrisome."

Dee whispered, "Maybe we can do something about that too." And just let it float.

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She took Marie's hand in hers and they wandered back into the living room to join everyone else.

Tara and me looked up when they re-entered, but we were facing the direction they were coming from. Both were smiling so I figured that Marie took her aside to give her some additional reassurances.

What I didn't know was the overall impact of what she had said. I'd find out very soon, but I gotta admit, it blew me away.

Marie came back and plopped down next to Lisa with a big smile so whatever it was made everyone involved happy. Dee went over to the bar and mixed herself another drink then yelled over to see if anyone else needed a refill. Dee had been pretty much drinking fruit juice, so it wasn't a big deal as far as alcohol was concerned. She enjoyed it once in a while, but preferred just plain juice.

Lisa popped up her hand and said, "Me! I need a refill please. I'll come over and bring my glass."

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With that she stood up and went over to the bar where Dee was mixing whatever anyone needed. When Lisa got there she sat on a stool at the bar and handed Dee her glass. "Straight Jack Daniels, please. Same thing Tom drinks."

Dee looked up at her and smiled, "He really likes that stuff, but doesn't drink all that much."

"Yeah. He kind of got me the taste for it a long time ago and I still like it. If you've never tried it, get some Gentleman Jack and try it! Smooth!"

"There's some here if you'd prefer that Lisa. I haven't poured yet," she said smiling.

"Oh. Yes please. If there's some there I'd love that instead."

Dee put some ice in the glass, and then asked, "You want it on ice or straight up?"

"On ice please. I like it cold, and it gets it watered down just a little which is nice."

The ice in the glass, Dee poured her about three fingers and put a sprig of mint in the glass just for looks."

Lisa smiled at her and took a small sip, then smiled widely. She started to stand up to go back to the conversation, but Dee stopped her.

"Lisa, can I ask you something?" Dee asked nervously.

"Sure sweetie, what's up?" Lisa said with a reassuring smile. Knowing that Marie had taken her in to talk about things before the wedding and could see that Dee was a little more relaxed than she'd been before.

"Well, Marie and I were talking a while back," noting Lisa nodding her head. "Well, I guess ... Uh, what I wanted to ... Uh, what I wanted to ask you is if I could sleep with you tonight? I mean, everybody has been so good not to worry about things before the wedding, and now that we're back, I think we can all take care of each other some. If it's ok with Tom, he and Marie can get to know each other again."

"Oh trust me Dee. They know each other very well, but it's nothing that you will ever have to worry about," looking Dee directly in the eyes.

"Yeah. That's what she said." Then very shyly, "Actually I told her that I'd like to sleep with both of you. You're both very beautiful women. Tommy sure wasn't exaggerating any of that!"

"Well thank you sweetie." Then with a snorted chuckle, "It's nice for an old broad to hear that once in a while."

"You're not old Lisa. Aren't you about the same age as mom?"

"A little older, but not worth mentioning," she noted with a smile. Then looking Dee directly in the eyes, "Dee. I'd love to make love with you. You are a very beautiful young lady, and it's been a long time since I've had the opportunity. I think Marie will be able to convince Tom that a romp in the hay will be good for them both."

Then laughing, "She hasn't had a cock in her pussy since the last time she and Tom made love the night before ... well the night before he left." Lisa was starting to drop some tears thinking about it.

"Wow," Dee whispered. "It was really hard on all of you wasn't it?"

Lisa looked up at her and just nodded her head. Looking straight into Dee's eyes, Lisa told her, "We all loved each other a lot Dee. We still do, and it was a difficult decision to come here for this, but because we love him we wouldn't miss his tying the knot with a woman he loves as much as he loves you."

Dee hesitantly whispered, "I'm glad that you all accepted Lisa. I think it's something that Tommy needs to deal with. From what I've seen, maybe you guys too."

"You have to understand, that I have no problems with him loving other women. The problem I have is my own insecurity. I know he won't run away, but it's hard for me to convince myself of that sometimes."

"You don't have a thing to worry about sweetie. He's so attached to you that if he did run away, he wouldn't know which way to go."

"I wish I could convince myself of that at times. I mean I know he's not going to go running around behind my back. Like I told Marie, he gets enough strange pussy around here that he doesn't need to go anywhere else. He always makes sure that I am well taken care of and that I know he isn't going anywhere. He's even said that he would let me do something with another guy, but I haven't ever found another guy that I'd want to do anything with. I have to say though, that Bob was interesting, and Janell was a dream."

Then blushing, "I'll admit though that on the flight back while Tom was in back with Leslie I gave the copilot and the pilot a good blow job."

Lisa looked at Dee very seriously and said softly, "Me neither Dee. Tom is the only man who has ever touched me intimately. He'll also be the only man who EVER touches me intimately. He is a very special man Dee, and you are a very lucky young lady, but I'm sure you already know that."

Dee nodded her head and whispered, "Yeah. I sure do." Then looking up at her with eyes that were dancing and sparkling, she chuckled, "I wanted to fuck him when I was barely thirteen, but mom wouldn't let me." Then chuckling even more, "She said I was far too young to understand the consequences."

Lisa looked at her with a smile and asked, "Well?"

"She was right," then quickly added, "But don't ever tell her I said that!"

They were both laughing about that.

"How old were you when you finally 'got him'?" Lisa asked.

Dee smiled and replied, "Fifteen. But I was almost sixteen. I sort of forced mom into leaving me with him when she had to go over to Asia to work for a year." She paused to take a sip of her drink, "Mom knew what I was after, and still did it."

Dee laughed, "She said she couldn't believe that he'd held out as long as he had." Then looking at Lisa deeply, "Mom and me are connected Lisa. I'm sure she knows what we're talking about right now. I know her feelings and frustrations too. It's really weird. Two days after we made love for the first time, she called. I knew who it was, and I always do. Tommy laughs because I always pick up the phone when it's her and say, 'Hi mom. How are you doing?' before I say anything else. I just know it's her, but that morning when she called the first thing she said to me was, 'How was it? Was it as good as you had always dreamed it would be?'"

Lisa smiled at her and nodded.

"I mean, how would she know? I'd been after him for 6 months and I guess he'd finally had enough of the teasing and was going to try to scare me or something. Well, he found out that it was what I wanted all along and that I didn't want to do anything else in my life except make him happy. I knew that the first time I ever saw him when I was 8."

"He'll return that happiness in spades Dee. In fact later, when we're in bed, I'd like to talk to you about something and ask you some questions."

Dee just nodded her head and whispered, "Ok." She had a fair idea what Lisa wanted to talk about but Marie had said not to tell anyone, so she was just going to play it dumb, and let Lisa ask."

Dee had moved around from behind the bar and sat on a stool next to Lisa for some of their talk. It was suddenly silent while they both internalized their own thoughts.

Lisa was looking forward to a special evening with this young woman. She knew her instructor and had great expectations in her abilities to please another person. Tom was an incredible lover, so incredible that she was going to ask Dee for permission to make love to him with intercourse, intercourse for the first time in her 34 years. She was more scared he'd turn her down than scared of the act itself. She was actually looking forward to it to see if it was the empty feeling she's been having all these years.

Dee was looking at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. She'd never had sex with a "lesbian", a woman that had never had a man, well except for Heather, but that had changed too. She knew that it might change while she was here and conceptually didn't have any problem with it at all. She knew Tom would take her very gently, and probably rock her world. We'd see what the conversation was about later tonight when they're in the complete privacy of the bedroom. She chuckled to herself when she thought about it, but she couldn't wait to get Lisa naked and make love with her.

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They both left the bar and walked back to the living room where everyone else was still sitting, listening to music, and talking quietly. Lisa went and sat next to Marie, nearly attaching herself to Marie's body. Marie looked at her with a grin, and Lisa leaned in and kissed her tenderly. They looked lovingly into each other's eyes giving each the messages they had intended.

Marie smiled, and gave a little shrug, but she leaned in to kiss Lisa again and placing her mouth at her ear she whispered very softly, "Enjoy her Lee. Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on loving Dee tonight. I'll get my turn, but I'm in no hurry."

Then she pulled away momentarily to look into Lisa's eyes again and give her a quick peck on the lips then moved her mouth to Lisa's ear once more, "Have you decided?"

Then she pulled her face back again to get her answer from Lisa's eyes. She smiled at what she saw. It was hopefully only a matter of time now before Lisa knew what a man's penis felt like pushed all the way inside of her. She'd feel that warmth when his sperm splashed its way into her womb in search of a fertile egg.

She gave Lisa a knowing smile letting her know she understood then kissed her letting her know that she not only approved, but felt excitement for her life partner.

Dee had set herself onto Tom's lap gently, and putting her drink on the table wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. It was a kiss full of love and affection. When she pulled her face back and looked into his eyes, hers sparkled. She kissed him lightly on the tip of his nose.

Her mouth touched his ear. He could feel the warm breath and the flick of her tongue while she teased him a little. Then she whispered so softly he nearly didn't hear her, "I'm going to sleep with Lisa tonight if it's ok with you Tommy."

She moved her face back to look into his eyes, which showed surprise, then mellowed into acceptance and love.

He whispered to her, "Are you sure baby?"

She nodded and said very softly, "I'm really looking forward to it." Then putting her mouth next to his ear again whispered, "I think Marie would like to reminisce about old times if it doesn't cause emotional turmoil, but that's something you will both need to talk about and determine."

She pulled her face away to look into his eyes again and quietly whispered, "They both still love you a lot Tommy. I hope you can return that love without causing yourself any emotional grief."

He looked at her with far away eyes. She'd seen these eyes before. He was no longer with them for the moment. Where he'd gone, she couldn't predict. She just knew he was no longer there.

She wrapped herself around him lovingly, knowing that he'd be back soon, and wanted to make sure he knew she loved him when he did return. She didn't know what the outcome of all of this would be, but she knew he needed to deal with it once and for all. She was now his woman, and there was no need for emotional pain surrounding either of his two old friends. They should be able to be just that. Friends. She actually hoped that they would be extremely close friends and maintain the deep love they'd always felt.

Tara had prepared her for the emotional turmoil she'd be witnessing and perhaps some of the emotional turmoil she would feel inside of herself. Tara was not only her mom, but also her very best friend, and in the past couple days had been being only best friend.

Mom knew what her daughter needed. She didn't need a mom right now introducing mom shit into her mix. She needed a best friend and confidant to express her deepest fears with. She knew that Lisa and Marie were going to be there a couple weeks before the wedding, and now that they were actually here, Tara did everything she could to assure Dee that everything was going to be fine.

Tara knew that neither Lisa nor Marie would cause or wanted to cause any problems with Tom and/or Dee. They were honored that Dee would have asked them to be bridesmaids. It meant a lot to them.

Tara also knew that the wild card in the whole scenario would be Lisa and what she wanted to do. If she truly wanted to have intercourse with Tom it threw a whole new dimension into things, though it wouldn't change any of the overall outcome. She smiled to herself when she thought about Lisa finally feeling the warm cock of a man deep inside her pussy. The only man she would ever let touch her was Tom, so if he wouldn't do it with her, she'd truly die a virgin. The only man she ever trusted was Tom.

Tara was trying to figure out what she was going to do with herself tonight. It looked like Marie and Tom would be getting reacquainted. Dee wanted Lisa, so that kind of left her by herself. Maybe she'd call Carol and see if she wanted to come by and maybe stay the night.

Dee gave Tom a goodnight kiss with sparkling eyes. He knew she was going to grab Lisa and head off to bed. He also knew that he and Marie would be doing the same and hopefully it would all work out.

There was a quiet knock at the garage door into the kitchen, and Carol popped her head in and said, "Anybody home?"

"Nope. We all left," Tara replied.

"Oh bummer, and I came over hoping to get some lovin'," Carol said with a grin.

Dee moved over in front of Lisa and put out her hands inviting her to stand and join her. Lisa looked up at her with loving eyes, and turned to kiss Marie before standing, putting her hand in Dee's, and walking with her to the bedroom that she and Marie have been sharing.

Almost as soon as Carol got there she and Tara went off to Tara's room, leaving only Marie and me in the living room. We looked at each other, both feeling a little uncomfortable at our situation.

I was the first to break the spell. "C'mere sweetie," I said to her softly putting out my hands.

Marie smiled at me nervously, stood up and walked over to my easy chair putting her hands in mine. To my slight tug, she moved her butt around, gently sat in my lap, put her arms around my neck, and gazed lovingly into my eyes.

"How'd we end up like this?" she whispered.

I smiled and said softly, "Dee."

Marie smiled at me and said, "You really love that woman don't you Tommy?"

"Sweetie I can only think of three other women I've ever known that are even in the same ballpark with my feelings for Deanna."

"Do you want to tell me?" she asked coyly.

"I don't need to tell you Marie. You know damned good and well who all three of them are."

Smiling, she nodded her head slowly and replied softly, "Yes I do. Thank you Tom. Believe me the feeling is mutual and has never diminished. Not even a little."

"How's your heart angel?" I asked plainly.

"It aches on occasion, but honey, I have my life partner the same as you do now. I love you Tom and I always will. If it hadn't been for my commitment to Lisa I'd have scooped you up in a heartbeat."

"You did," I said softly. "Despite Lisa, you swept me off of my feet and made me love you. The only regret that I've ever had is that we weren't able to keep that feeling alive, but we all three knew it was the right thing to do."

She nodded her head and with a very heavy sigh, "Yes it was. I do regret we weren't able to reconcile the differences in our lifestyles, but you also had someone who loved you in a way that you could maybe have a somewhat 'normal' life."

"She was too obsessed with other things Marie. I don't think she ever recovered from 'the asshole'. I still think she is haunted by it, even today. I'm really glad that Dee has accepted Tara as an equal. Tara will never be my wife, but I don't love her any less than I ever have."

"Nor would Dee expect you to. She's aware of your love for Tara, and your love for me and Lisa by the way."

"You probably already figured it out, but she orchestrated this whole scenario tonight, with the exception of Carol. Tara had to take care of that herself."

"I figured as much. I know she wants you too dear heart. She's an extremely passionate lover, so be prepared."

"I know her teacher," she said with a smile. "I have great expectations for the Missus! I'm sure I'll get a full report from Ms. Lisa sometime tomorrow."

I laughed and nodded my head.

"Tom, I have to be up front with you before we head off to bed, and yes I want you to make love to me in the worst way. My problem is that I won't want you to ever stop. That's not an option anymore, but what I wanted to tell you was that Lisa wants you too."

"I figured as much," I said.

"No Tom, She wants to have intercourse with you."

"Whaa --?"

"Don't be so surprised Thomas. She's been dreaming of your cock in her pussy for years, and I think now she wants it to happen," Marie said softly. Then looking him directly in the eyes, "She's my lover Tommy, I love her more than life itself. Please baby be very gentle with her. Make it so good she'll want to come back for more. I know you do that already, but I just wanted to tell you from me. Love her Tom. Show her how much you truly love her, and please, accept her love in return."

I nodded and spaced away. She was as used to seeing me do that as Dee. Like Dee, she just held me until I came back.

When the flash was over I wiggled a little in the chair causing Marie to stand. She faced me and put out her hands to pull me out of the chair. When I was upright, I put my arms around her and as I began to sob, told her, "God I love you Marie."

Tears began to drip down her face as well. She whispered to me, "I love you too Tom, more than I can believe, but I do."

We put our arms around each other and after locking things up and turning off the lights, made our way to the master bedroom, where we were going to love each other like never before.

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It appeared that no one wanted to be disturbed tonight. All the doors were closed, which is our signal around the house that says "Do Not Disturb". Considering the pairings, I'm not all that surprised.

Dee and Lisa certainly didn't want their love making interrupted. Tara and Carol probably just closed the door because everyone else's would be closed. It's not anything anyone gets uptight over.

So when Marie and I got to the master, it wasn't unexpected that I would close the door so that whatever Marie and I decided to do or not to do was a private matter.

The first thing she did was head directly to the master bath and starts the shower running. When she was satisfied that it wouldn't flood the place, she came back to the doorway and stood there looking at me longingly.

She took one step forward so that she was in the bedroom by one step, and began to unbutton the blouse she had been wearing. I knew there was nothing under it because I'd been watching those beautiful breasts move in that cover all day.

Her eyes closed about half way, she looked up at me, and in a typical Marie sultry voice said, "Care to join me sailor?"

Well, she didn't need to ask me twice. I had been dealing with the emotional turmoil I was feeling all day. I loved this woman deeply and I knew that nothing would ever change that. I also knew that she felt exactly the same. We both had our "soul mates" and it wasn't each other.

She also knew I loved Lisa just as much as I loved her, which always seemed to be a bit strange to me considering that Lisa has always been 100% lesbian, or at least is at the present moment. It sounded like that may not be the case by the time they left here.

I saw how Dee had reacted to the two of them and how she looked at them. There was no jealousy in her look, only lust. Dee had just as much lust for Marie and Lisa as I did. The future was going to be rather interesting.

By the time I'd thought of that and more, she was standing in front of me with nothing on but her birthday suit and I was the same. We looked at each other like it was the first time. I saw nervous in her eyes, and couldn't believe it. Well, I guess I could. I think, like me, she was afraid of rejection. Afraid that after all this time and build up, that I wouldn't be able to make love with her.

The same thoughts ran through my mind, that's how I knew what was going through hers. I was scared to death that after everything we'd been through, there wouldn't be that energy or want from her. After all, she had Lisa, and for all intents and purpose she was still a gay woman.

It was those kinds of unnecessary emotions that would cause us to act like we did once in the shower. We were like two lovers that had just picked up the other in a bar and decided to go home with them. Well, that's essentially what Marie had done with me so many years ago, but that's beside the point.

We stood a foot apart, looking at each other nervously. After a few minutes I noticed her eyes well up with tears. We both reacted the same. We moved into each other to give comfort, and her hands went around my neck and mine went around her waist, but it didn't stop at gentle comforting. We found each other's lips and began a kiss that was reminiscent of days gone by. If there was any hesitation I certainly didn't detect any and there certainly wasn't any on my part.

We kissed for quite some time actually, and when we broke apart to look into the other's eyes it was very intense.

"I love you Marie," I whispered. "I always will."

Her tears began to drain from her eyes in a flood, but she whispered, "I'll always love you Tom. More than you will ever be able to understand."

Our grips tightened and our lips met again, softly at first then with growing passion we tried to devour each other. Any hesitations we may have felt were gone. This was the Marie that I loved so very deeply that it almost killed me to leave. There was no space for those thoughts. It was the two of us, she and I, together again, still very much in love, and ready to reaffirm that love.

Our kiss ended slowly, but the passion didn't. It was melting both of us. Looking into her eyes, I brought my hands up to her shoulders and gently spun her around and began to move us both towards the falling water.

We probably spent twenty or thirty minutes in the shower reacquainting ourselves. She knew my body, it hadn't really changed, and I knew hers. It hadn't changed at all. We reintroduced ourselves to the passion we had felt so many years ago, and still feel today.

She finally turned and put her arms around my neck and started a soft kiss darting her tongue to my lips and once my tongue found hers, it was a dual. I put my hands under her buns, lifted slightly, and began to push her backwards just a little.

When I had her in the spot I wanted, I whispered, "Sit sweetie. There's a bench right behind you."

Without even looking, trusting my word, she bent at the knees and began to lower her ass down to the rock bench that I'd had built into the shower for just this purpose.

As she was moving her butt down to the seat, I was lowering myself to my knees in front of her. I didn't have to apply any pressure to hers to get them where I wanted them; it was like she knew exactly where I wanted them and what I was going to do.

"Oh god Tom, you don't know how many times I've dreamed about this. You're the only man who's ever been able to do this to me. You're the last man who did this to me."

I smiled at her, pulling her face down to mine kissing her tenderly before letting her relax her body for the attack to come.

I put my mouth gently on one breast licking all the way around its perimeter, while softly massaging the other. Both my hand and my mouth took its closest nipple at precisely the same time. My tongue licking and my lips nipping, while on the other side, the stiff little nip was between fingers being massaged softly. Then without any notice, hands and mouth switched sides, and gave appropriate attention to the other.

Marie's body began to shake while her moans got louder and more pronounced. I could tell she was on the very edge, so I took the nipple between my lips and put my teeth to it gently and biting down softly. At the same time I took the other between my thumb and forefinger and began to gently twirl it around.

"AwwwwggoooodddddddddTommmmmm," she let out in a long moan. "Ffucckkkkkkkkkkmeeeeeeee. Ah ... agh ... agh ... Shit."

While her mouth was rounding the potty, her body stiffened and her thighs held on to my sides with very stiff pressure. Her abdomen was undulating in spasm while her arms and legs twitched uncontrollably.

That's the Marie I remember. She was panting heavily after her body decided to relax for a moment, her thighs releasing the rest of me, so that I could move a bit more freely. While she was recovering and her tummy was shaking and twitching, I began my next assault by moving my mouth and active tongue down her body to her belly button doing a few turns around that while increasing the circle so I would reach those nerve rich areas most men don't spend any time with.

She began to moan very loudly again as my tongue licked her from her hip to her breast and back down again, repeating the same action on the other side. I did this numerous times while her body just continued to shake and throw in a big spasm every so often.

I was down between her legs now working on her inner thighs just below her dripping vulva. Her labia were just as tight as always protecting the entrance into her sweet tunnel of love. I noted the sentry on duty as much as possible and ran my thumb just up to and barely touching.

When my thumb touched her clit I thought she was going to jump off the seat, and got a kind of screaming moan. I moved my tongue to the bottom of her slit and moved it slowly and gently upward to where my thumb was making wide circles around the soldier at the gate.

I licked up and down a few times avoiding the nubbin on purpose, but her moans were getting louder and I could feel her body heading for that precipice overlooking the bottomless abyss. One last upward lick ended up putting pressure onto her clit and as I was beginning to move the tip of my tongue around to circle the fort, she fell screaming over the edge raging hell bent for election into the valley of "O" for a forceful visit.

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In the next room over, Dee looked up from licking on Lisa's pussy with a smile and said, "It sounds like Marie is having a good time too."

Lisa groaned again when Dee put her tongue back into her soaking slit and ran it around like someone else she knew.

This girlie had learned her lessons very well. It was only reinforcing her resolve to finally let Tom put his cock deep inside of her where no man had been before and no man, other than him, would ever go.

She knew what he was doing to Marie, because Dee was doing much the same to her, but Dee didn't have that protrusion she was yearning for. She was very satisfied and very content with everything Dee had been doing, but like with Marie this past bunch of years, she just seemed to have an empty feeling she didn't quite understand fully.

She resolved to find out if Toms cock was what she was yearning for. She'd talk to Dee a little later to make sure it was good with her, but she needed him to relieve her of her virginity.

As she was thinking about that, Dee pushed her over the edge once more. This was a long free fall into the valley, and brought out some fairly loud reinforcement telling Dee she was doing a very good job.

While Lisa was stiff and twitching, Dee gently licked over the little nub to keep the orgasm going a bit longer, but then began to move up Lisa's body kissing, licking and when she reached breasts, she suckled them for a few moments before licking Lisa's face, neck and shoulders.

Lisa began to relax just a bit with strong twitches getting farther between while Dee looked at her face and lowered her lips to Lisa's kissing her softly, licking on her lower lip so that Lisa knew to open just enough for Dee's tongue to find hers.

Lisa hugged Dee to her tightly as her latest visit became further away. They looked into each other's eyes, unbelieving what had just happened. Dee's eyes were sparkling and dancing letting Lisa know that she had not only enjoyed what she had done, but was still enjoying being with this very special woman.

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I had turned off the water and with a couple towels dried Marie and myself before picking her up in my arms and carrying her to the bed. I gently laid her down and moved to slide in next to her.

Her breathing was still pretty erratic, considering how long it had been since the last orgasm started. She was coming around slowly, her eyes opening a little and when she saw me, smiled weakly.

I gave her butterfly kisses all over her face, her neck, and her breasts, licking softly as I moved around them. She was weakly trying to put her arms around my neck to pull me down. I just lowered myself so that she could make eye contact.

She smiled at me and whispered, "Wow. You sure haven't lost your touch sailor."

I smiled at her and said softly, "I get a lot of good practice."

"She's a lucky woman Thomas, you be sure to take damned good care of her." Then added, "I thought I heard Lisa a bit ago, but I was floating so who knows what it was."

"It was Lisa sweetie. I'm guessing that Miss Dee was giving her a bit of what you were getting," I said with a big grin.

Marie gave me a wry smile and nodded her head. She pulled my head down to where she could kiss me again, and gave me a soft quick loving peck.

She whispered, "Make love to me Tom. Now, please. I've been yearning for your cock since the last time we did this. I want you in me, and I hope we'll fall asleep with it still inside me. Please baby, do me now?"

With the pleading look in her eyes, there was no way I could tease her anymore, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.

I moved myself over her and when my knees were between hers, she moved her legs up so that her knees were at my hips and her feet were locked together just above my butt. There was no playing, or rubbing or anything other than dropping the end of my penis into the split between her labia and pushing gently, though firmly into her vagina until I hit her cervix.

She let out a screaming moan like I've never heard from her. Her eyes looked into mine and I saw the depth of her soul. She was wholly open to me, as I was to her at that very moment. Once again we were one, joined together as a single entity with a single primal purpose, a purpose that would not be fulfilled this night.

Oh how I have missed this. I've missed this wonderful woman. She is so very special to me, as are Lisa and Dee. Each in their own way, I love them to the bottom of my soul, Tara as well. I can't leave her out of the mix, four women that can have ultimate control over me at any time they desire, but three deferring to one. Deanna.

I held myself buried to the balls for quite some time while we kissed, and whispered to each other. Then we set up a slow, deliberate rhythm of loving each other. This was truly making love; there was no "fuck" in this activity.

I was giving her my total love, and I was accepting hers. Dee is the only other woman I've ever had like this, and felt like this. Tara's very close, but not like Marie. I wondered about Lisa.

Everyone had assured Dee that there wouldn't be any change in how I feel and there won't be, but there will be a change in the way I look at Marie, Lisa, Tara and my loving wife. Dee will see it first thing in the morning, and hopefully it won't be to disconcerting to her. She's still the only woman ever at the very top of my list. I can love Marie, I can love Lisa and I can love Tara, but I can't love any of them the way I love Deanna.

I think Marie could see these thoughts running through me. I don't know how, but like Dee and Tara, Marie and I have always had this kind of connection like that when we allowed it.

As I mentioned before, they had been on the fringes of the "psychic" group and did have the abilities when they allowed it.

I had my guard down because there was no reason to have it up.

"She'll know baby. She'll feel your love, like I'm feeling it right now. I know you love me Tom and I can feel the intensity of that love, I can feel it inside me. But I can also feel the conflict and the total love you have for your wife and your concern. You don't have to worry honey, she'll know."

I started to get a little teary, but tried to hold it back, "Love me tonight Tom. Love Lisa when it happens, but love Dee always!

Putting her hands softly on each side of my face she continued, "I know you already do, but I think right now, at this moment, you need to be reminded, reassured. I love you baby, but I belong to Lisa. I love her too; in very much the same way you love Deanna. I hope that we can continue to see each other and do this, but never at the expense of our true loves."

As usual, she was so right. She had everything in perspective and knew exactly how to convey it to me. I felt exactly what she had said, but there is no way I'd have ever been able to verbalize it. I leaned down and gave her the passionate kiss she so much deserved. When our eyes met, there was nothing but love in them and the love in her eyes was surrounding my penis as the love in my eyes was filling her vagina.

She'd already come three or four times while we were sharing our love, and this last time when her internal muscles decided they were going to get what they wanted, I exploded in her causing her to give up the strongest orgasm she'd had all night. It was so intense, that when I was done with my spurts, I stayed hard inside her.

It took her some time to come around from this one like it did from that last one in the shower, but I rolled off to the side of her making sure our legs were entwined together holding my stiffness firmly inside the velvet tunnel in which it found itself.

After our eyes had conveyed our true feelings for each other again, and our lips were finished devouring each other for the time being, I reached up and turned the lights off.

With me still deep inside of her, we fell towards slumber land together, in each others arms, still loving, still feeling, still one.



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Chapter 29: Lisa


We must not have moved much during the night because when I woke up I looked into Marie's loving eyes and felt her fingers lightly going through my hair.

"G'mornin' sleepyhead," she whispered. "Ya know I could get used to this."

I smiled at her and admitted, "Yeah, me too. But --"

She interrupted quickly, "Don't even say it Tommy. Listen to me when I say this, I love you Thomas."

"I love you as well Marie," I said softly.

With that she pulled on me to roll me over on top of her wrapping her legs around me again, and started to move her hips in the slow, gentle rhythm that we'd practiced last night. My cock was still hard and buried to the hilt in her warm pussy, and we once again did that age-old rhythm of reproduction.

Once again this morning there wasn't fuck written anywhere near our activities. It was just a slow, gentle act of sharing our love with each other one more time.

After a few orgasms and my explosion we decided that we had better make an appearance or the rest of the "family" would send out a search party.

We jumped into the shower and with the minimum of grab ass; we cleaned ourselves to be presentable, and once dressed made our way down to the kitchen. Everyone else was waiting for us, and as predicted Dee saw the renewed love between the two of us.

It showed on her face momentarily while Marie went and sat down kissing Lisa passionately, and I poured both of us a cup of coffee. After setting Marie's in front of her, I set mine down and kissed Dee as passionately as Marie had kissed Lisa.

She looked at me kind of worried and asked, "Are you ok sweetie?"

"I'm fine kitten. Thank you for letting me renew my love with Marie. I think we both enjoyed it very much."

She smiled at me, "I enjoyed Lisa too, so I guess we're even."

Lisa looked over at us and said, "You're comparing me with Tom? I take that as an incredible compliment lover."

Dee smiled and blushing, "I enjoyed your company and your loving Lisa." Then looking at me, "I hope we can do that again, soon!"

I raised an eyebrow at Dee and she giggled saying, "Lisa's a very passionate woman Tommy, but I guess you already knew that didn't you?"

"Yes I do my love, yes I do!"

Lisa blushed a bright red, and Marie leaned over and whispered something into her ear causing Lisa to jerk her head back and look at her lover with big wide eyes. Then both began to giggle and kissed each other tenderly. Then like nothing had happened, both composed themselves and began sipping their coffee looking around at everyone else at the table.

I looked at Tara and Carol and said, "You two are awfully quiet this morning."

Tara said, "We're tired." Then looking at her watch to see that it was all of 9:30am said, "We need a nap."

I thought Dee was going to fall out of her chair she started laughing so hard. "Rough night, aye Mom?" she got out between cackles.

Tara looked up with bleary eyes and jokingly snapped, "Oh shut up you whippersnapper." Then with a huge grin, "You'll be old one of these days."

"Gosh is that what happens to you when you get old? You get cranky?" she giggled.

Tara just stuck her tongue out at her daughter with a grin. She picked up her cup of coffee, with the other hand took Carols in hers, and said, "Come on sweetie. I guess we should try to get a little sleep."

Carol just chuckled, and nodded her head. She stood up and with cups of coffee in hand both meandered up to Tara's bedroom.

With the four of us left at the table, there was need for mass quantities of caffeine so I got up and brewed another pot.

While I was up putzing with that, Marie looked at Lisa and then at Dee. Dee gave her a quick smile and an imperceptible nod. That let Marie know that she and Lisa had talked about what Lisa wanted to do and that Dee was ok with it.

"Tonight?" Marie questioned.

I turned around and asked, "What's tonight?" Typical guy, clueless, I'd been making coffee, so I had an excuse for not having any idea what the ladies were plotting against me.

Dee looked at me and said, "Yeah. Tonight I get Marie!"

Dee looked at Lisa and winked, "And you're stuck with Lisa."

Lisa put on a mock look of indignation. Throwing out her lower lip in a pout, "Stuck with me is he?" Then with a giggle, "Maybe I'll show him that he's not so stuck with me."

I looked between all three of them wondering what the hell was being kicked around without consulting the victim.

Then looking right into my eyes Lisa said, "I think that Tom and I are fully capable of showing each other a good time!"

I knew what Lisa had on her mind. I was working on reconciling it in my own mind, but I had all day and the idea wasn't abhorrent at all, at least not this time.

"So ... What are we gowan ta do taday me lovelies," I asked in a really bad British accent?

That elicited a group giggle, as they all made comments about how bad that accent was. I just shrugged with a grin. I was fully capable of a "textbook" Royale, or proper Liverpool Cockney British accent.

The day progressed slowly. We did work around the house both inside and out. Dusting, sweeping and mopping hadn't happened in a while and the lawn and garden needed some attention.

Dee and I tackled the lawn and garden, and Tara, Marie and Lisa worked the inside. I thought that since we had all worked so hard that a night out at the club would be in order. After doing chores all day nobody felt like cooking.

Carol was working that evening, but got off at 8pm, so when I called I made the reservations for five and with a possible 6th in late. I asked for our "private" table so that we could get rowdy if we wanted.

About three or so, I announced the plan to the assembled masses and received "goodies" all around. I let them know that Carol would probably join us after her shift at eight noting that Tara was visibly pleased.

Then the conversation degenerated to babbling incoherently about what to wear, when to get ready, the usual bantering when a flock of beautiful young women were going out on the town. Only this time it would be with only one guy.

Hey, am I a pig in shit, or what?

Since there were so many of us and I figured everyone would have a drink or three I called a limo and right on time, the driver knocked on the door and I yelled to them all, "The train's in the station. It leaves in five minutes, be on it!"

"ALL ABOARD!"

Our driver just chuckled. He'd been our transportation before, so I'm sure he was waiting to see what was going to present itself this evening. He wasn't to be disappointed.

Tara was "odd girl out" thus far because Carol was working, but she'd join us when she was finished. Dee and Marie had asked Tara to "play" with them so it would be a threesome while I was out with Lisa, but with Carol being ready, able and willing it would just be the two of them. Que lástima!

Lisa seemed to be very nervous when the four of them finally made their way to the door to leave. What a sight. They had all chosen somewhat formal attire knowing that I'd chosen a tux just for fun.

A lot of fellows don't like to get dressed up in a tux because it's such a hassle, but for me, it was no more a hassle than a regular suit and it looked so much better.

When we arrived we were greeted as usual and escorted to our table/booth. Once again you could see heads turning, and groans of pain as dates and wives put elbows to ribs when the man they were with stared at my ladies walking in. They were definitely something to see and by now the staff was used to at least Dee, Tara and I, but adding Marie and Lisa to the menagerie was almost more than they could handle. We caused a stir as usual.

And as usual, I really didn't care! What was it I said about a "pig in shit"?

Carol came by and brought us all drinks, which she had ordered for us as soon as she saw that we had arrived. She knew what each would want, so just took the liberty to order. We didn't bother with the menu's either, and ordered whatever was "special" or just let the chef surprise us. We'd been doing that lately, and had never been disappointed. I think the chef enjoyed being able to create, and do something out of the ordinary.

"Have him hold it until you join us Carol, and order for six," I said with a smile.

She returned my smile and thanked me. It was only the difference in half an hour, but it meant a lot to her.

Dee whispered to her that she had clothes for her to change into so when she was off shift, they were in the staff dressing room. We'd wait for her.

Carol blushed, and thanked Dee. She would have felt out of place dressed for work, while all the others were mostly formal. Dee thinks of everything!

So when Carol clocked out, she made her way to the dressing area where the club uniforms were kept and noted that Dee had chosen a beautiful light orange dress with autumn leaves for her. She also noticed the skimpy panties that were with it and as usual the dress was "no bra" style. A small make-up bag was also with the ensemble.

Once she was dressed, made up and ready, she made her way out to the table and joined us sliding in next to Tara and giving her a tender peck on the lips and a smile to beat the band.

Deanna had done it again. Small gestures made huge differences.

Dinner was served, and as usual we were not disappointed in the chefs offering.

Once dinner was finished we all migrated to the bar as usual, the bouncer giving Dee the once over, but knew that it wouldn't really do any good to be a pain. We never caused any issues, and Dee had never been "drunk and disorderly" while in attendance, so even though it was probably trouble if ABC came in, they'd have to check ID's but that wasn't likely in an exclusive private club.

The limo was there at 12am to pick us up and drag us home, and we were all in very good spirits. It had been a fun evening, with exceptional company and the fun was just beginning.

Lisa and I had been "segregated" by the others so that this would truly be "her special evening" if that's what she wanted to do. It almost seemed like she and I were alone much of the time because we were left to ourselves.

She was nervous but I think the nerves were from the fear that I wouldn't be cooperative. I have to admit, it did create some conflict within me. Like the years previously, I didn't want to lose a friend, an extremely close, loving friend whom I loved dearly. Lose her because of an act that hadn't been thought out properly.

I didn't expect that I could make that argument this time. She'd been thinking about it for years according to Marie, and I also knew that if I didn't she'd never have the experience.

I'd resolved to show her a good time, but make absolutely sure that intercourse was truly what she wanted. I wouldn't deny her, but she had to know that I didn't want it if it was going to cause any distance between us.

When we talked about things, she said she felt it would bring us closer together, not drive us apart. She understood my arguments and had seen the same failures that I had, but it was truly what she was looking forward to.

When we all got into the house, Dee asked if anyone wanted more to drink. She was doing her fruit or vegetable juice regime, so it was no alcohol for her, but she didn't mind mixing for the others. Everyone went for plain fruit juice this time, so Dee did the honors and everyone sat in the living room and continued on with some of the dinner conversations.

Lisa had her arms wrapped around mine, and her head affectionately on my shoulder. Like with Heather a month earlier, none of the others gave her any kidding or static or anything else that would have been going on had it been one of the other women on my arm. Everyone knew that for Lisa this was a serious undertaking and all knew that she had made up her mind to give up her virginity. There was always room to change her mind and she knew that.

Dee knew the emotional turmoil it has put me through. Both Marie and I have told her about the time Lisa was begging for it to happen, but that I wouldn't until she had some time to think about it seriously instead of doing something on impulse while hormonal adrenalin was flooding through her veins. She'd thought about it for many years.

She was very thankful then, that I hadn't gone ahead and done it because she realized in the morning that it wasn't really what she had wanted. She was so caught up in the euphoria of orgasm; she was going to make a serious mistake. I think one of the reasons she was adamant about giving it up now is because I had refrained in the past. Lisa and I loved each other with a different kind of passion.

People will wonder, well how could you be that much in love with a lesbian? It's easy; she is an absolutely beautiful person, both inside and out. Our love wasn't because she was one way and I was another; I totally respected her sexuality. This love was built from mutual respect, admiration, and caring. We cared deeply for each other.

Dee saw that. She and Lisa had had a sit down to talk about the virginity issue, what it really meant to Lisa, and how she really felt about making love with intercourse for the first time.

Lisa said to me later that Dee's perceptions, and understanding of the emotions were uncanny for someone so young. She was actually giving Lisa pointers, hints and telling her how to make it better for both of us. She assured Lisa that she knew that I would be very slow, caring and gentle with her. She said that the night we first made love was the most beautiful, memorable nights in her life. She could die tomorrow and feel complete.

We had been sitting around chatting for about 20 minutes or so when Lisa pulled my ear down to her mouth and after kissing, blowing and licking around it, she whispered very quietly, "Will you take me to bed now Tommy?"

I looked into her eyes and I could see that she was ready for things to start. She was still nervous, but there was love and determination there as well.

"If that's what you want kitten. Yes I'll be happy to do that."

She nodded with a smile and leaned up to put a kiss on my lips before moving to stand and put her hands out to me. Taking her hands I stood and looked into her eyes. She smiled and looked around the room at everyone, who was looking at the two of us, all knowing what was on the agenda.

Marie stood and came to kiss her mate. Looking her deeply in her eyes, she said to Lisa softly, "I love you Lisa. I want this for you if it's truly what you want. I love you so much baby."

Lisa smiled at her and nodded her head whispering back, "I want it Marie. I've wanted it for years."

Marie just nodded to her and kissed her again before returning to the seat while Dee passed her on the way to Lisa.

Before Dee got there Tara took one of Lisa's hands in hers and kissed it. She mouthed "Love you" to her with a smile, and Lisa nodded passing the emotion back.

When Dee stood in front of her she got a huge grin on her face and put both of her hands on Lisa's cheeks. She pulled her in for a very loving kiss and in the ear away from me whispered very softly, "Enjoy him Lisa. You will never regret this night!" Then she moved around to kiss her again.

Lisa whispered to her, "Thank you Dee."

Dee turned to return to Marie, Carol and Tara on the couch. Lisa looked at each of them with tears welling up in her eyes, but with a chuckle said, "You all make me feel like I'm a prisoner being led off to execution." She chuckled and looking into my eyes said to everyone, "I'm very much looking forward to this. I've wanted it for a long time, and this is the only man I would ever trust to love me the way I love him. If he says 'no', then it will never happen in this lifetime." Then looking directly into Dee's eyes, "I hope I'll be able to do this with him again."

Dee just nodded her head with a smile and whispered, "You can count on it Lisa."

Smiling up to me she whispered again, "It's time Tommy. Take me to bed. Please."

Hand in hand we made our way into the master bedroom, and closed the door behind us. Lisa turned to me with a big smile and let out a heavy sigh, "Tommy, I know what you're thinking, but I have truly wanted this night for many years, and I meant it when I said if you didn't, it would never happen."

I smiled at her and chuckled, "Oh, no pressure huh?"

Laughing heartily she threw her arms around my neck and kissed me softly having a hard time not laughing.

The tension had been broken!

I leaned back down and kissed her very tenderly letting her feel the passion I felt. She returned the same passion and by the time our kiss was finished we were both panting. She reached up to begin removing the studs from my shirt never letting her eyes drop from mine. The nervous was no longer visible, though I could feel it in her body.

When she had me down to my boxers, she stood back up and made eye contact again. She turned around to give me free access to the zipper on her dress, and like my tux, it was soon in a pile on the floor. She was wearing no bra and her lavender panties were obviously very wet.

We embraced once again feeling our skin on skin contact for the first time in many years. She was so soft, so feminine. Lisa was all woman. She wiggled her breasts against my chest and I felt the hardening of her nipples. Then she pushed her mound against my trapped stiff rod and began a slow undulation, which only meant one thing.

I looked at her with a smile, "Join me for a quick wash?"

She nodded her head slowly and looked at me again through those half closed smoky eyes. Taking my hand in hers, she led me to the bath area so we could get the water running and up to temperature. She knew the temperature I liked, so when she went to turn it on, she punched the temperature into the controller, set the pressure and pushed the "go" button.

She turned to me with a smile and began to walk towards me with that sultry look and walk only a woman can conjure.

I put my hands on her hips while hers reached to my shoulders our eyes locked together. I softly asked her, "Sweetie, do you want to give it, or do you want me to take it?"

Without hesitation she dropped her hands and stepped back a tiny bit and snaking her fingers under the elastic of her panties whispered hoarsely, "I'm giving Tom, willingly and lovingly. I want you to take what I am giving, but give yours to me at the same time. I hope you will accept my gift as I will accept yours."

As her panties hit the floor, I pushed my boxers to meet her panties at the same time, each giving symbolism to the other that we were giving of our love unconditionally and wanting the other to accept in the same way.

I could see tears in her eyes again, when she moved back to me and put my cheeks in her hands pulling my face down to her. She put her lips on mine so softly and kissed me so tenderly it was almost like it wasn't happening. Soft, tender kisses always make me melt, and that's exactly what I did for Lisa. I melted into her arms, again!

Each of our bodies in full feel mode, we rapturously allowed full contact embracing. She felt so good in my arms; it has been far too long.

We released each other reluctantly, but we needed to get into the water. Once there we could continue our lustful demonstrations.

When she soaped me down, it was just like it had been before. Her soft tender hands gliding smoothly across my rough skin being gentle around scars. She scrubbed me from head to toe leaving no part untouched. She spent an inordinate amount of time on my cock and balls. She lowered herself to her knees and made sure she had reached every silly millimeter.

Looking up at me with smoky eyes, she put her lips to my cock and gave it a gentle kiss, then began talking to it giving gentle kisses between comments.

"You're a beautiful man," she whispered to my cock with a smile.

"I've never loved a man like I love him. Now I want to love you and ask that you love me in return," very softly.

"No man has ever been where you are going in a little while, so please be slow and gentle," kissing it warmly.

"I promise to be wet, fertile, willing and ready to accept your offering deep inside me." Then with a giggle, "I've never had sperm in there before, and I'm really looking forward to it!"

Then looking into my eyes even deeper, "I hope you have a lot of little swimmers for me. I want your tadpoles to have every chance to do what they were designed and intended to do inside my body."

To my apparent look of surprise, she whispered, "If they do their job well I will not be unhappy Tommy, but very elated. If they don't, it wasn't meant to be."

Then with a shy smile, "So I'm not going to lick and suck on you right now. I want all of it to go inside my pussy, not my mouth."

Then looking up at me blushing she slowly stood up and kissed me very passionately, "I can't wait Tom. I want you inside me so badly, I feel like I'm about to explode."

"It won't be long now kitten. Give me the soap and let me wash you." Her need for immediacy was going to change my plans and tactics just a little. By morning and maybe a little beyond, it would all play out. Her fertility speech was totally unexpected.

"Lisa," she looked at me with a warm smile. "Are you really in your fertile time right now?"

She nodded her head and suddenly got a fearful look once again afraid I would reject her.

"Are you sure it's what you want sweetie? Do you really want to take a chance on getting pregnant?"

Blushing shyly, she nodded, "I want our baby Tommy. I've never felt this way about a man before, and it will mean so much to me to carry your baby."

She quickly added, "Dee knows. I did have to convince her it was truly what I wanted, but in the end she hugged me and wished me good luck, but said that I had to tell you."

I nodded, "I'm happy you did!"

"Tommy I couldn't do this knowing I could have our baby if you didn't know. That was never an option for me." Then putting her hands on either side of my face kissing me very softly whispered, "If it happens I'll be a very happy mommy. If it doesn't, it just wasn't meant to be, right now."

"Does Marie know?" I asked.

She nodded her head. "She's the one that made me think so positively about it. She's talked to Dee about it as well, but she's not ready yet. Maybe if I have our baby, she'll change her mind. That's not up to me Tommy.

"I know I want your baby, if not now, then later, but there's no doubt in my mind and that is up to me!"

I looked into her eyes to see the sincerity she was expressing. I took a heavy breath and soaped my hands to wash her beautiful body.

I began at her head, face, neck and shoulders. I washed everything except her breasts and her pussy. I was saving them for last. When I got there I looked into her eyes, and whispered, "Sit for me baby. There's a seat right behind you." I was grinning to myself.

She looked around behind and slowly melted down onto the seat, all the while looking up at me with those puppy dog eyes questioning what I was doing. I leaned forward and kissed her on the top of he head and then her forehead before soaping my hands and moving them down to cover her breasts. I gently circled the soft mounds making sure to tweak her nipples on the way from one side to the other. Her moaning was becoming non-stop, and her panting more labored. Her hands had come up to hold on to my hips while I kept my eyes in full contact with hers.

I dropped myself to one knee making sure the water splashed to rinse her inviting mounds. Dropping my eyes for the first time to look at them, I whispered to her, "You're still an incredibly beautiful woman Lisa. I can't wait to accept your gift and give to you my unconditional love."

She moaned loudly when my mouth made first contact with her left breast. I ran my tongue all around before latching on to her nipple to suckle like a baby. Her body was starting to shake and I could feel some mild spasms twitching through her. I moved a hand up to the breast that I'd been suckling and licking while I moved to the other with my mouth. I had to ensure equal time for each, but by the time I'd begun to suckle she was in a full-scale orgasm. I could feel her body stiffen and twitch uncontrollably. Her hands pushed my face into her luscious mounds with earnest so I kept my tongue flicking her nipples, rapidly switching between them.

"Uhh ... uhh ... nhgggfff ... Ttommmmeeeeeee. Ohgodddd, Tomeeee, you're dooinnggg ittt toooo meee againnn!"

I smiled while I continued to suckle at her breast. Her hands finally loosened up to where I could move my face up to hers and kiss her softly. When my lips touched hers, her eyes popped open to stare into mine.

"Fuck Thomas, how do you do that to me? Still!"

I smiled at her and said brightly, "I've had a lot of practice, and my present victim is extra special. I want to make sure that she will never forget this night. Ever!"

Lisa looked at me tenderly, and putting a hand to one cheek, said, "I've never forgotten any night I've spent with you sailor. This one will be extra special!"

I smiled at her and gave her a tender kiss before moving my face down to her breasts again. I spent a little time licking and sucking softly while my hands worked those nerve sensitive abdominal areas that most guys ignore. Once I had completed work with her breasts, my mouth moved down to those areas each side of her belly button while my hands continued down to her thighs and inner thighs.

She moaned in frustration when my hands just skirted around her soaking vulva and moved softly around her mons. I put my hands back up on her sides and moved my mouth between her legs giving attention to her inner thighs stopping just short of that spot she so desperately wanted me to play with and fill.

After this last moan of frustration, I moved my face up to the top of her mound and kissed it lightly, noting that the little button was pushing out of its hiding place to see what all the commotion was about. I guess it was up to me to let it know.

I moved my tongue to the very bottom of her slit, and began to slowly move it upward. These were things that she would remember from the last time we slept together. She was beginning to get really exuberant in her response to my oral machinations. Her hands took my hair under control so she was able to steer my face pretty much where ever she wanted it to go. She definitely wanted it in between her legs pressed against her soaked vulva.

Looking up from her pussy I saw her eyes dancing with anticipation. To meet that state, I moved my tongue to the top edge of her slit and pressed the little soldier into action. When my tongue made its contact, then moved to circle the fort, she about came off the seat she came so hard.

"Nggghfff ... AwwwwwwwSShittttttTomeeeee!!!" She literally shouted to me.

I kept the very tip of my tongue slowly circling the little nub causing her body to continue to spasm and shake. She finally collapsed and would have slid off the seat if I hadn't been between her legs holding her ass down with my face.

In all of her orgasmic bliss, her hands did not put undue pressure on my head or face. Her fingers gently ran through my hair. She had always been this gentle during a massive orgasm. It was never frantic or frenzied only gentle caresses.

I put my face against her abdomen letting her know that for the time being I was finished torturing her pussy. Her hands continued their gentle caresses while her breathing remained labored and fast. I moved myself back to one knee to raise myself so that my face was adjacent her breasts. I took one into my mouth and slowly licked and sucked on the aroused nipple, then did the same with the other.

She moaned softly when my mouth left for higher ground. I ran my tongue and lips around her neck and shoulders before rising up to kiss her ears and cheeks on my way to her luscious full lips.

I softly kissed her forehead, then her eyes, and nose before softly putting my lips on hers to let her know how I was feeling about her at the moment.

She returned my kiss almost frantically, wrapping her legs around my hips to hold me from moving away. When our kiss broke, our eyes met, solidly communicating the lust, desire, and passion each of us felt. She even managed a small smile in between pants.

Her hands were gently caressing each side of my face, and the love in her eyes was wholly unmistakable as she kissed around my face softly, whispering to me how much love she was feeling.

Slowly I stood her up, and we made a quick pass through the running water to do a "final rinse" before turning off the water and grabbing a couple towels to dry each other.

When the towels were on the floor her arms wrapped around my neck again, her lips attached to mine tenderly while a soft game of tongue tag was being played.

As our kiss broke apart, she looked seriously into my eyes, and whispered, "I need it now, sweetie. Please, take me to bed and make love to me."

I smiled at her lovingly. I reached down, put an arm behind her knees and the other around her back and lifted her off the floor, which gave her a start and caused her to squeal out a quick cry. When she wrapped her arms around my neck and began biting, licking my neck and whispering her love into my ear, it just inflamed my own rampant desires.

As we approached the bed so that I could lay her down, she looked into my eyes and I'd never seen the kind of love, or lust, or desire or demand in this woman's eyes as I noted at that moment. Lisa was on fire.

Looking with full eye contact, she whispered, "I want you to accept my gift baby. Please, just put your love inside me. God, I've never wanted this before, but I can't wait any more. Please, Tommy, come inside me." She was nearly crying in fear that I would deny her at this late time. She knew that I was deathly afraid of losing her as a friend, but I could sense it would not happen this time. She was having no second thoughts, and this wasn't a hormone driven decision.

I knee walked us both to the middle of the bed and gently laid her down, then looking in her eyes asked, "Do you want to be on top sweetheart? That way you can control things."

She shook her head vigorously. Her legs parted around me so that on my knees I was poised to press myself between her obviously soaked labia and enter her very center. The first time any man had ever been to this territory in her 34 years.

I leaned down and kissed her very softly while our eyes stayed glued to each other. Her hands gently held my sides pulling me toward her sex with very little pressure.

I had to ask her one more time because once done, this act was not reversible, "Lisa honey, are you really sure this is what you want? I won't think less of you if you change your mind right now, but once we've continued it's not something we can undo!"

Nodding her head, "I'm sure Tom. I don't want anything we could undo. I give you my gift of virginity and accept your gift of love willingly, and wanting. Please baby, put it in me now. I want this so badly."

She was almost sobbing she wanted it so badly. So I began to lower myself towards her letting my cock rub against her clit and up and down her slit for a moment really giving her one more chance to change her mind. There was no change coming.

She moved her hips slowly to help me move my rigid penis to her dripping vagina. We both felt the tip of my cock move her labia aside on its way to making entry into her velvet tunnel for the first time.

I pressed gently watching her face for any sign of discomfort or regret, and saw none at all. When the head of my cock pressed through the muscles of her entrance, she gave out a soft moan, and started a gentle smile. Her hands moved up to the sides of my face and pulling me down she raised her lips to mine, kissing me passionately.

I pressed on slowly and gently knowing there would be nothing to impair my complete penetration, and because of her use of other things, there would be no radical discomfort. As my cock slid into her sanctum, she gasped, and moaned softly moving her hips to effect penetration at a faster rate than I was pushing.

"OhhhShitttt. Ohhgoddd, ohhgoddd, ohgoddd. Ummmmm, feels so gooooooddd!"

"Oh fuck Tommy, why did I wait so long for this with you? Gawd, I love you so much. Ohmigod, now I know what Marie has been trying to tell me."

I smiled at her with ultimate love. Lowering my face, I gently pressed my lips to hers, licking her lips, while she licked mine, allowing our tongues to express our emotions.

Our pubic bones had finally been formally introduced. I held myself deep inside her moving around slowly to put pressure on her sentry causing her to fall over the edge into the valley of "O" for the very first time with a man buried deeply inside of her.

I kept my rigid meat still in her velvet tunnel while she recovered from that initial orgasm. Her legs had relaxed just a little and flopped open even further with her feet sliding down to the backs of my knees. I kept soft kisses landing on all parts of her face, neck and shoulders popping my head up on occasion to see if her eyes had opened enough to see.

When her body fully relaxed, her eyes slowly came to mine, showing me nothing but absolute love. She whispered, "Now I'm pissed Tommy!"

I looked at her with a shocked and truly hurt look thinking that my worst fears had come to fruition.

She saw my anguish and put my mind to rest immediately whispering, "It's not what you think baby. I'm totally into what just happened and I'm incredibly happy. Best of all you're still hard inside me, so I get some more!"

"What I'm pissed about is that we didn't do this years ago when I first wanted to!" She let that sink in for a few seconds before saying, "But you were right at the time. I know I would have regretted it in the morning and it may have caused some bad feelings, but not now sweetie. All I can think about is when can we do this again. The buildup is insane, but the wait totally worth it!"

With a heavy sigh "I'm going to seriously have a talk with Dee. I really want more of this Tom, and it won't affect you and Dee or me and Marie. I just know now why Marie wants you as badly as she does."

I was very happy that she had that perspective on things. I was scared to death that she'd "hate me in the morning" because I'd taken advantage of her at a weak moment. Years ago that probably would have been the case but not tonight.

Lisa is as passionate as Marie if not more so, and I think it goes along with the gay thing. I don't think you can find more passion in love making than two women who truly love each other. Any wonder why I get like a rock when I watched the two of them?

We remained coupled with my hardness buried in her grotto. She was basking in the glow of a new experience and a monster orgasm. I felt her legs begin to rise up again and her feet intertwined then locked up on my back. She was giving me an evil smile and her hips started to move slightly moving me against her clit again.

Maintaining my contact with her eyes, while she started to move her hips I began to slowly move out, then back in setting in motion another build up within her body. The look on her face as I began fucking in and out of her was priceless. Even though she'd done this kind of thing with a dildo, you could see on her face the study of what she was feeling, the curiosity of an initial experience.

Moving slowly, she began to match my strokes allowing a gentle rhythm, our eyes locked on to each other like a beam of light. I could see into her depths and reveled in the love there that I was stimulating with my gentle movements. I believe she could see the same in mine.

As with Marie last night, there was absolutely no "fuck" in this act of love. It was two people, deeply in love, exhibiting that love to one an other in an extremely special way. Thirty-four years old and now she knows the feel of a gentle man accepting her love while giving of his.

All of this said and described, I don't EVEN think that Lisa will suddenly turn to guys. She's smarter than that, and so am I. What she has experienced is the kind of love that I believe a woman deserves. Every woman, not just this one or that one and oh just fuck the rest, no, that's not the way I think or the way I treat my women. It's the reason Marie came back for more so many years ago, and I've been privileged to make love to this beautiful woman tonight.

Lisa will continue to be a gay woman, though now I guess it would be bi-sexual. Whatever, there's no ego-tripping going on that this stud is going to convert this lesbian over to men. Not my goal and it's not my job. She's going to be what she's going to be and if guys don't like that or don't want to accept that, it's really their problem not hers.

If she wants me again, I'm here for her. If my wife approves, and I'm pretty damned sure she will, I will do this with Lisa any time she wants, Marie and Tara too. Why am I so sure Dee will not have an issue with it? She reaps benefits from it as well. If I'm with Marie, she gets Lisa, if I'm with Lisa she gets Marie. She can have Tara any time she wants. Mother and daughter love each other enough that it happens quite often. No issue for me. As long as nobody gets hurt either physically or emotionally it's fine by me.

Lisa's moans were becoming more intense as our slow loving progressed. She kept her fingers running through my hair and whispered loving things to me, which I returned happily. I wanted this experience for her to be one of the most memorable things that ever happens to her in her life. I think I'm accomplishing that desire, but I'm not finished yet, thank you very much!

Instead of the loud explosion that happened earlier, Lisa slid over the edge gently, gaining momentum on her way to the valley floor, but this trek to the mystical land of "O" was far more intense than the explosion had been.

I could feel it begin when the internal muscles lining her vagina began to do what they were designed and programmed by the brain to do. There was no way I was going to be able to hold it off this time, but before I let go, I was going to give her a bit more of a ride.

Her body arched up to me stiffening tightly while the hands that had been softly running through my hair were now firmly holding my waist while moving down to my ass to not only hold me in place but also try to pull me further into her sex.

She needn't worry, nature was taking its course with me and I was driving myself as deeply into her as I could possibly get when I finally let go, and when I did her orgasm seemed to double in strength. At least that's what her vagina was telling my penis.

She literally screamed out her ecstasy as her whole body lurched up to mine grabbing and holding on to me like we were over a precipice and I was keeping her from falling into a bottomless abyss.

"Ohgod, Ohgod, Ohgod ... Ohfuckkkkk ... Tommmeeeeeee, yesssss. I feel your love shooting in meeeeee. Ohmigod, I don't ever want this to stop."

I was blasting into her like I'd been saving it for months. I could feel her hips and pelvis moving upward in a very jerky way trying to do natures bidding. She was without any doubt, all woman and this was the first time she was experiencing a sexual encounter in the way nature had designed a man and a woman's body to experience. Reproduce. That was part of her goal tonight. Take this offering of my sperm and convert it into the beginnings of a new life. Continue the species.

Lisa's body finally started to relax a little, but those internal muscles were still milking the intruder for every last swimmer that I had to offer, after all, they were on a mission. Locate, surround, then overwhelm and fertilize a waiting fertile egg if one was present.

There was, and they did.

When Lisa finally came down from her high, I softly kissed her and pulled her over to our sides, so that we could relax without me crushing her. We moved slowly interlocking our legs so that my shrinking penis would stay in place, at least for now.

We each tenderly caressed the other. We exchanged soft kisses to convey the feelings each felt for the other. We were both in a euphoric afterglow from the sharing of absolute love.

She was whispering, "I can't believe how I feel right now."

I softly caressed her face with my lips and tongue. I kissed her eyes then her nose, then her cheeks and back to her nose then her lips, causing her to giggle softly and tell me how much she loved me.

I loved hearing it each time she uttered the words, but having allowed me the honor of making love to her in this way was all the "proof" of her love I needed. How could I ever give back to this woman what she had just given me?

"Shall I douse the lights sweetie?"

She put her lips against mine and softly kissed me again, then nodded her head saying, "I could sleep right now sweetie, but I want to hold you in my arms all night."

I smiled and nodded giving her a soft peck on the lips, then reached up and turned the light off, leaving us with the moonlight coming in the window. It was still fairly early, but after the long emotional day and the activities just undertaken, we were both exhausted.

We would wake twice during the night to hold each other while she wiggled her pussy around my stiff cock to fill her tunnel once again. Each incursion ended with multiple moans, bites on my shoulders, and another sperm bath for her womb. All of the second wave and the third wave of swimmers were turned away by the already fertilized egg, which was attaching itself for its nine-month ride to light and life.

We both awoke fairly early considering, but we had turned the lights off early as well. We once again made very slow, tender, and passionate love with each other before deciding that we should get clean, make some coffee, and wait for the others to join us.

The shower this time was very fun. Grab ass being the rule of the day so far, we probably made enough noise to wake everyone else, but hopefully they'd just fall back to sleep.

Once dry and dressed we made our way out into the hall and immediately smelled coffee already brewed. We looked at each other with a small grin wondering who it was that was going to greet us when we got there.

I don't think that it surprised either of us that it was all four of the women who had occupied the other rooms the night before.

Lisa gave Dee a big grin and walked over throwing her arms around her. They hugged for a minute or two, and then looked into each other's eyes with a big smile, Lisa whispering, "Oh Dee. Thank you so much. It was probably the most beautiful experience of my life."

Dee looked over at me with a huge smile and mouthed, Thank you, then heard Lisa ask, "Will you let me do it with him again? Please!"

Dee smiled and said, "Of course Lisa. If you want to do it again, you are more than welcome." Then with a huge grin on her face, "But I get him tonight!"

"Oh no sweetie. I don't think I could do it again tonight. I'm pretty sore," she said with a blush, looking around to see who had heard her comment.

Everyone!

Then to Marie, "Oh Marie. I understand what you have been saying all these years. Oh my god, it was the most wonderful experience of my life, and don't take that as an affront sweetie, I love you more this morning than ever!"

"I don't take it negatively at all Lisa. I totally understand what you are saying because I've felt the same way with him."

Dee looked at the both of them and with an attempted serious face, "Do I have to worry about you two women stealing my man?" But by the time she got it out, she had to laugh so the effect was blown.

"Oh no Dee. He's your man. I'm just incredibly thankful that you will share him with us," Lisa told her.

Dee looked at her with a serious face this time and said to her quite sincerely, "Lisa, how would you feel about a little girl?"

Lisa looked at her questioningly, "I love little girls, why?"

"That's a good thing sweetie," then with a big smile, "Because in 9 months you're going to have one."

It took a few moments for it to register, but Lisa had to sit down and looked up at Dee, "Seriously?"

"I called my own, when's your next period due?"

"In a couple weeks. I know I'm in my fertile time we talked about that. Oh Dee, if it's true I'm thrilled." Then looking at me with a huge smile, "Daddy!" Then ran to me throwing her arms around my neck and hugged me close to her whispering, "We're going to have a baby sweetie. I love you so much."

Dee just smiled and nodded her head knowingly. She already knows that feeling of starting that process of creating a life deep within her body, and now reveled in Lisa having the same reaction.

Marie looked stunned, and it was hard to read Tara, but you knew she was happy for Lisa if that's what she wanted.

Lisa moved over to sit with her partner, and looked at her in the eyes letting her know that everything was going to be fine, and that her feelings towards her life's mate had not changed. She put her hands on either side of Marie's face and with a big smile kissed her. Then said to her softly, "We're going to have a baby Marie. I love you so much."

Marie smiled back at her I guess relieved there wasn't a change in Lisa's commitment. She giggled and told Lisa, "You need to talk to Dee now. She's a month ahead of you and has already done a lot of research. Oh shit, that means I have to eat healthy too."

Everyone got a good chuckle out of that, and with more coffee brewing, Tom and Dee got up to make breakfast for the menagerie.

There was a new dynamic in the household; and it was good!

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Chapter 30: Dee's invitation


A few days later Marie and Lisa headed back home. It's not like it was an arduous trip, about a 4 or 5-hour drive. It left everyone kind of sad. They'd been around for over a month and it was kind of like we'd gotten use to their faces.

Tara and Carol seemed to have a good thing going, so it was almost like Tara didn't know they were gone. Oh, she knew, but her mind was occupied by other things.

Dee suddenly missed Lisa, a lot! She had been paling around with either she or Marie the whole time they were here. Once Dee mentioned that Lisa was pregnant, though there was still no confirmation of that, chances were pretty good that Dee was on the money. She seemed to have that 6th sense.

I missed them too, but now I had my lovely wife in my bed every night. It's not that I didn't enjoy Marie or Lisa, Dee was my woman, and I didn't want her to forget that. I was very happy to spoil her any way I can.

Dee didn't slack on ensuring my supply of "strange pussy" by any means. Julie and Heather were regulars at the house, and now that Julie had a place of her own, the stresses she was feeling previously were alleviated for the most part.

Dee would invite Heather over for me and when she arrived, she'd drive over to Julie's for some fun and games.

Tara and Carol were also regular attendees, but it was very nice to have Dee to myself much of the time. She also expressed her love of the new order. I could tell that her scheming little mind was in full operation, so it was only a matter of time, before something would hatch.

And so it was, things just kind of meandered along, me enjoying Dee or friends when ever she or I wanted. The house seemed very empty, even to me. It was far too quiet most of the time.

When the other two women were here there was always laughter or some kind of noise going on. You really had to be on your toes all the time and be ready for any shenanigans they came up with. It was always an adventure here at the house.

Lisa called and confirmed that she was, in fact, pregnant. It was too early to tell the sex, but she took Dee's word for it. She and Dee talked for hours at times.

"I still can't believe it Dee," lamented Lisa. "I've been a lesbian all my life and never had a desire for a man, ever, until Tom."

"I kinda know that feeling Lisa. Shit, I fell in love with him when I was eight and had to wait almost eight years to get what I wanted."

"Dee, I'm thirty four. I want Tom's cock so bad I can taste it."

"Oh, you did that too?" Dee asked with mock indignation. She couldn't hold it though and started to laugh.

"Ohhhhh, you know what I mean!"

"Yes I do sweetie. Well you know you can always shoot over for a visit and stay a while. You don't have to worry about getting pregnant for now," she said with a cackle.

"That's for sure," lamented Lisa again. "Little lezzie gets popped one night and knocked up at the same time. Shit, you'd think I was a fourteen year old in the backseat of a '56 Chevy."

Dee thought she would pee her pants she was laughing so hard. It's one of those things that she missed about having Lisa and Marie around all the time.

Then kind of giving voice to a thought, "I hate to admit it Lisa, but I think I fell in love with you and Marie when you were here. It feels so empty here now."

"Well, I know we love you Dee. You're quite a young woman, and I'd have to say that you and Tom are so lucky to have each other. You're so devoted."

"Yeah, that's true, but I kind of got used to a variety, and I have no problem sharing him with others. I know I'm his woman, and I'm very secure in that. You and Marie are welcome to come get some of him when ever the fancy strikes you," she said with a chuckle.

"Thank you Dee. I'll let Marie know, but I'm sure I can say for both of us that we really appreciate the sentiment." Then with a loud chortle, "We'd give you at least 10 minutes warning."

"Hmm. That would probably work as long as we're home sweetie. I think we want to hit Cabo again pretty soon. Tom's been talking about buying a condo suite while we're there this time so we can go and have a place to stay whenever we're there. When we're not, the condo management will rent it out. We just have to give them a couple weeks notice when we're coming down."

"That sounds like fun," Lisa observed.

"Yeah. Tom lived there for a while a few years ago, and I fell in love with it on the honeymoon. I even ordered the Spanish course from 'Rosetta Stone' and I'm already doing pretty well. Tom speaks very well but he's out of practice. Shit, you should have heard him and his friend Jorge when we went to dinner one night. You'd have thought he was born there, but Jorge let him go."

"So how much does it cost for one of those condo suites you're talking about," inquired Lisa.

"I'm not sure, but I'd bet, depending on the facility and amenities, Tom would probably go as high as a million on it."

"A million dollars?" gasped Lisa.

"Yeah, but Lisa you have to understand, that's not a really big amount of money to him."

"Wow. I had no idea," Lisa lamented.

"Neither did I in the beginning. He hid it very well, and actually still does. When I was 16 he gave me an unlimited gold credit card on my birthday and told me there were no limits, but I knew that he'd watch."

"Wow! What all did you buy?"

"Not much. I really didn't need to. If I wanted something I'd mention it to him and he'd get it," she said cheerfully.

"Anyway Dee, I have to run. It's nice to have enough money that we don't have to work anymore, at least not for the "Company Store," but to spend a million on a 'vacation house', Marie is going to shit when she hears about that."

"Ha. It's ok, you know you are both welcome to use the place and/or even come down with us. If it's spring break time, I think it'll take at least the three of us to keep him off the streets."

Lisa just laughed heartily at that, but they said their goodbyes and hung up the phone.

As she was walking back into the living area Dee had an epiphany.

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A couple days later she asked Tara and me if we could sit with her and discuss something that she'd schemed up.

I looked at her kind of skeptically, rolled my eyes, and said, "Oh god, what now? What goes on in that skull of yours?"

She just giggled and when Tara came down we all sat around the table with a drink and talked for a while. Tara hadn't been home a lot in the last couple weeks, spending a lot of time with Carol.

Dee looked at her and asked, "So how are things with Carol Mom?"

Tara looked at her with suspicious eyes, "We're doing ok. It's kind of nice to have someone to 'play' with so I don't have to disturb you two so often."

"Mom, you know that's not a big deal to either of us, but that does bring me to what I was going to ask. We'll need to kick it around, but I like the idea."

I looked at her and chuckled, "I don't think I like it already."

"Oh Tommy, trust me, you're going to like it. The problem will be can we all make it work."

Well she had our attention now. She looked at us and had to chuckle at the look on both of our faces.

"Lisa called today," she said sheepishly. "She's pregnant. I guess the rabbit died because she said she had just come back from the doctors and that it was official."

Tara looked at me for some reaction I guess, but I smiled and said, "That's great. I'm not sure that's what she had in mind for that evening, but she did say that she would welcome it if it happened."

"Well it did Thomas."

I always cringed when Dee called me Thomas in these situations because that told me there was something coming that was going to stretch the box a little. Dee had an uncanny ability to do that. I always championed thinking outside the box, and I've been outside the box for so long that I don't even know where it is. Dee lost hers a while back, and I think she's still searching for it.

"What's on your mind Ms. Dee?" Tara asked expectantly.

"Well," with a little hesitation, "If you guys think that it could work, I'd like to invite Marie and Lisa to come live with us," she said with some trepidation.

My jaw dropped. I looked at Tara and hers was more or less hanging from a thread also.

Dee giggled when she saw the looks on our faces.

"Look, I know you both love them. I love them too, Lisa and I are only about a month apart and it would be nice to have someone around in the same condition to commiserate with."

Dee continued, "I thoroughly enjoy their company, and it seems like it's been quietly empty around here since they left."

I nodded at that one and Tara whispered some kind of agreement.

"Tommy, I know you totally enjoy sleeping with all of us, so that would be a benefit. Quite honestly, I love Lisa a lot. She's a very soft, loving woman, and she licks me almost as good as you," she finished blushing brightly.

Tara began to laugh at the last comment, "Lisa does know how to eat a pussy doesn't she honey."

Dee was nodding and added, "So does Marie, but it's just different. Lisa is soft and gentle, Marie is a bit more aggressive and I do like it both ways."

Tara nodded at her and said, "I don't have any problem with it on the surface. There are a lot of considerations I would think."

"Neither of them is working anymore, so they don't have job issues in moving."

Then looking directly at me, "¡Pienso que sería diversión para tenerlos con nosotros en México!"

I looked at her totally shocked, "¡Ése es amor español muy bueno, y usted está aprendiendo muy rápidamente!"

Then I just had to add, "Sí. ¡Convengo que sería diversión que comparte la cama con ambas mujeres hermosas!"

Tara looked between the two of us, "Ok, ok, ok ... Could I get a little English around here? What the fuck are you two talking about?"

Dee chuckled, "Well I said that I think it would be fun to have them down in Mexico with us, and Tommy complemented me on my Español, and he agreed with me about sharing our bed with them."

"Oh. Why couldn't you just say it in English?"

"We need the practice mom. When we buy a place down there we'll be spending a lot of time, so it's only right to learn the language. I mean, when they come here everybody whines that they should learn English, but when we go there we still whine that everyone there should already speak English. Bullshit! When in Rome..."

"Well said my dear," I said to Dee with a smile.

Dee looked at the both of us and asked, "So are there any objections to me asking them to come live with us?"

Tara shook her head.

I said "Not from me. They're fun to have around. I agree that you both can help each other through the pregnancies." Then looking at Tara, "Do you think it will affect your relationship with Carol?"

She just shook her head, "I doubt it. We're just lover's guys. We enjoy having sex with each other, but there's no 'relationship' there. If either one of us finds a guy, it goes 'poof'. We enjoy each others company, but neither one of us is falling in love with the other. I love her, but not like a 'mate'."

"It just makes me feel bad mom, because you seem to be the odd person out, we need to find someone to entertain you while we jump around between beds."

Tara smiled, "I appreciate the thought honey, but it's not necessary. Tom is man enough for me, and as long as I can have him once in a while, I'll be happy! Oh yeah, you could invite that Bob fellow over once in a while too. Tell him to leave the girls home!"

I looked at Dee and nodded, "He might do that. He has two 'wives' so I think it would be best to be honest with him about things. I don't want him to feel like he's a piece of meat and Tara's going to eat him alive."

"He can bring Heather or Janell with him any time," I chuckled. "I'm totally in lust with Janell, but according to Terri, she's never been touched by any guy except Bob. Sort of like Lisa and I."

"I was kind of kidding Tom. I liked him. I liked his personality and those girls he plays with are certainly beautiful women."

"Have you ever heard any of their music mom?" Dee asked.

"Of course I have sweetie, they played at your wedding."

Dee got up and walked over to the music player. She thumbed through for a few seconds and picked out the album "It's All Over But The Shouting" and put one of the disks in the player.

She looked at Tara, "Oh duh ... that's right. This is their final live performance. When you listen to it, keep in mind that this is a live recording."

Then she turned it on to play, and walked back to the table.

We all tapped our feet, played "air whatever" and really enjoyed listening to the music.

Tara looked at Dee, "This is live? If you didn't hear the crowd noise, it would sound like it was done in a studio." Then thoughtfully, "Now that I think about it, they sounded just like this at the wedding."

"That's how good they are mom. Actually they are a phenomenal story. How Bob found them, and put the whole thing together is fascinating. I'll have to see if I can find my copy of 'These Girls Can Play' for you to read one of these days."

"I'd like that," said Tara.

So the music played and we relaxed and enjoyed it.

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Dee picked up the phone to call Lisa. She knew what she wanted to say, but not really how to say it. She just figured she'd be Dee and that would probably work.

On about the third ring it was picked up and a voice said, "Hello."

"Lisa?" Dee asked.

"It's Marie Dee. How the hell are you? Do you need me to get Lisa?"

"I'm doing great Marie. Naw, I can talk to you about what I called for.

"Ok shoot," Marie said with a giggle.

"Well, I don't know quite where to start, so I guess I'll just start at the end more or less and we can talk about the why's and what's then.

"It's ok Dee, whatever floats your boat. Oh I guess I shouldn't say that should I?" she laughed.

"See Marie, that's exactly why I asked mom and Tom about you guys."

"Asked about us," Marie said confused.

"Yeah," with a heavy sigh. "Sweetie, what I called you for is to ask you and Lisa to move in with us if you want."

You could have knocked Marie over with a feather. "Wow Dee, I don't know what to say."

"You don't have to say anything Marie. Just think about it with Lisa and if you want to talk we're here. Mom and Tom are totally on board with it, so don't think its just 'Dee going off on a tangent'."

"I know Dee, you're not like that at all. If it weren't serious we wouldn't be talking. Hold on, I want you to tell Lisa yourself, and then she and I can talk about it and decide what we want to do. I like the idea, but I'm not sure it'll be practical."

Dee waited for a minute or so hearing some talking going on in the background then the phone being rustled around while being picked up.

"Hey Dee, how's tricks?" the familiar voice of Lisa came through the earpiece.

"Hi Lisa. Tricks are great actually."

"Marie tells me you have a question for me."

"Well yeah, kinda," affirmed Dee.

"Well?" Lisa asked.

"This should be easier for me, I love both you guys," Dee mumbled to Lisa over the phone. "Well, we miss you guys. You were here for over a month and things were always hopping, there was always laughing, you know?"

"Yeah," Lisa said.

"I called to ask you and Marie if you would move in with us."

There was some silence at the other end, so Dee added, "There, I said it."

Lisa giggled, "Why was that so hard Dee?"

"I don't know Leelee, I guess fear of rejection."

"We'd never reject you sweetie, you know that. I guess Marie and I need to talk, and maybe ask you guys some questions. You know, find out where all our heads are before we make any rash decisions. I like the idea on the surface."

"That's what Marie said," Dee alluded.

"You already told Marie? That turd. She knew how nervous you were and made you ask me instead of just telling me herself."

Dee could tell that Marie was still standing there and she could see the looks on both of their faces as they bantered.

"Well that was pretty shitty of her," Lisa said finally.

"Mom and Tom are in agreement Lisa so you don't have to think that it's just me going loony."

"Well maybe not loony about this particular subject sweetie, but listen, you bullshit your friends and I'll bullshit mine, but let's not bullshit each other. Ok?"

That had Dee laughing hysterically. "Oh so I'm loony goon about other things? Is that what we're not bullshitting each other over?"

Everyone was laughing hysterically, so Dee figured she'd let them think about things. "So Lisa, how long should I let you guys talk about it? Should I call back in, like ... fifteen minutes," she said laughing.

"I think we may need a little more time than that sweetie, can you wait, say twenty?"

"Just call us back and let us know what you're thinking, and if you want, come on back for a while and we can all kick it around face to face."

"That may be the best idea Dee. We'll let you know, and it won't take that long. I think both of us see it as a positive, but we need to think it all out so none of us makes an error that could be bad for our friendship."

"That makes sense Lisa, we'll be waiting to hear from you guys."

"Ok sweetie, I love you a lot! Oh hey. How's preggers going?"

"It's ok. It'll be another couple months before I start to show anything, but you know, I'm doing the good eats and the exercise and taking care of myself because I'm taking care of two now."

"Yeah, I'm driving Marie bug-fuck with my healthy diet trip. She's definitely a junk food junkie, but she's enjoying the different tastes. I'm just not doing a lot of meats and fats. I've found a couple ways to do fish that she likes."

"Oh speaking of fish, next time you come over we'll have to make you some fish tacos like we had in Cabo."

"Oooo, that would be way cool," Lisa said.

"Yeah. I even know the secret sauce. Maria taught me everything I needed to make them. Tommy figured out a way to do the fish so that it's not fried in grease and they're just as good!"

"When's dinner?" Lisa asked facetiously.

"Bring about 2 lbs of Dover Sole filets, and it'll be served a couple hours after you get here," she said chuckling. "But make sure the fish is fresh, none of that day old shit."

"Ok, ok. We need to get off the phone for now. Give your mom, Tommy and Carol our love and we'll talk to you very soon."

"Ok, Lisa. Hey, thanks for listening!"

"Don't worry about that sweetie, I'll always listen. I won't promise not to laugh, but I'll always listen."

"Oh poop you," Dee laughed.

"G'bye"

"G'bye" and the phones went to dial tone. So it was just waiting to see what they wanted to do. Dee reported back to the other residents, and let Tom know that fish tacos were in the offing.

"You want to do some tortas too sweetie?"

"We can honey, it's a little more work. Do you think your baking method of doing the breaded meat will be ok for the tortas or should we just stick with the shallow grease fry?"

"We can try it. I need to go out to get some groceries anyway, so I'll bring back the bread and I guess beef, though I like pork too."

"Yeah. I like the pork but I really should have chicken. I guess a little lean pork wouldn't be too awfully bad for Heather. Good protein."

I looked at her with wide eyes, but she just smiled.

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A couple days later, the phone rang fairly late. The phone usually never rang much after 9pm but this was 11pm so it had to be someone who knew us fairly well.

I picked up the phone and immediately said, "Hi Lisa. You're the only one I know that would call us this late knowing we'd probably still be up."

Laughing Lisa replied, "Hey Tommy. Yeah me and Marie made a decision on Dee's phone call and we wanted to know if it would be ok to come for a visit, maybe tomorrow?"

"Sure. That's no problem. What time?"

"Well, we probably won't get out of here until eleven or noon, so maybe five or so, maybe as late as six depending on traffic."

"Ok we'll be ready," Then as an afterthought, "Is this a quickie or are you going to hang around for a while."

"Hadn't really thought that far ahead because we have a lot of stuff to do, but we'll probably stay for at least a week if it's ok."

"Lisa, we'd like you to be here permanently. A week is fine!"

"Well that's part of what we want to talk to you all about."

I chuckled, "You going to give me any hints?"

"Nope. Not until we all can talk."

I chuckled, "Ok, works for me. I probably shouldn't even tell anyone you're coming. Dee will be all stressed until she hears what you two are going to do."

I heard a giggle from the other side and Marie's voice in the background saying, "Dee won't freak out."

"Ok sweetie, talk to you tomorrow," I said hanging up the phone.

That kind of gave it away to me, but I'd wait for the official announcement. I'm not going to say anything until tomorrow afternoon so there's the least amount of angst possible.

I smiled knowing that we were probably going to have two roomies whom I loved dearly. The thought occurred to me that I should probably screw Dee's socks off tonight so she's somewhat mellow tomorrow.

I was going to need to do some grocery shopping too. Dee had promised them fish tacos and maybe tortas, so I had to get all the fixin's.

I wiped the grin off my face and went back into the living room where both women were looking at me. This poker face has served me well for so many years and I've pulled it on Dee so often you'd think she'd have figured it out by now.

"It was Lisa," I said nonchalantly.

"And --?" asked Tara.

"Just wanted to say hello," which was good enough for Dee, but Tara new better, but let it drop there. If I wasn't saying any more she knew there was a reason. She did give me a knowing grin when I winked at her.

I put my arms out to Dee and when she put her hands in mine, I pulled her up to me and kissed her softly. She looked up at me with a grin and quickly walked over to Tara and gave her a kiss.

"G'night mom," she murmured.

"G'night sweetie. Sleep well," she said with a giggle, which wasn't lost on Dee.

She gave Tara a "look" and came back to take my hand dragging me towards our bedroom.

When we arrived, she shut the door and turned to me with evil eyes. She began to drop the clothes she was wearing, such as they were, a pair of short shorts and a skimpy halter.

She was naked by the time she reached me and began to strip the clothes off of my body. When she was finished with that she put her arms around my neck and gave me a deep kiss. Then pulling me to the bed, she lay down on her back and put her arms up inviting me. When I crawled up she manipulated her legs so that I ended up between them.

Taking my face and kissing me really hard this time she left her arms around my neck and looked me straight in the eyes.

"Tommy, remember what you said about the difference between making love and fucking?"

I nodded my head to her keeping my eyes on hers.

"Tonight I just want to fuck. Just stick your cock in me and go. We've never really done it that way, and it just sounds like it will be fun."

I looked at her, "You sure honey?"

She nodded, "I think I know what you meant when you told me the difference. Sometimes you just want to rut like an animal in heat, and that's the way I feel tonight. I just want your cock in me hard and fast."

Then with a smile she reached down, put my cock at the entrance to her pussy, and pulled a couple inches in. "Fuck me Tommy I want to know what it is to just fuck. I want your come in me all night. Just fuck me baby. Please."

What could I say, she had a good three inches in he already so I just rammed it in to her hard, and fucked her fast. In the time we were playing she had four or five huge orgasms. She came for me like she'd never done before. I think Dee liked to just fuck once in a while. I blasted three loads in her before I could do nothing else but roll over and go to sleep.

In each other's arms we slept like two babies.

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The next afternoon, about 2pm, I asked Dee if she wanted to go to the grocery store with me. So we both took out for the groceries we'd need for dinner this evening.

A few pounds of Dover Sole, what didn't get used could be frozen. Some very thin pork chop cuts. Ready made masa de maiz for Dee to make fresh tortillas. I actually bought enough to last a week or two. She didn't know it yet, but she'd be making tortillas every day until I got tired of them. "Nevah hoppen GI"!

When we got home, she looked at me kind of funny and asked what all this stuff was for.

I looked at her with a smile, "Well sweetie, it's my understanding that you told Lisa and Marie that you would make them fish tacos and tortas the next time they came by."

She looked at me like I'd grown a unicorn horn out of center of my forehead.

"Oh didn't I tell you?" I began to laugh.

Now she got one of her "what the fuck is going on" looks on her face and the evil eye was upon me.

"They'll be here in about an hour and a half or so."

"What? Why didn't you tell me?" she was hopping up and down like a pogo stick. "Did they decide what they're going to do?" she asked with excitement dancing in her eyes.

"Dee, that reaction is exactly why I didn't say anything. I didn't want you freaking out and stressing about whatever they decided. There's no sense in stressing over something you can't change or have any control over. We'll all know soon enough if they've made their decision." It was a small white lie. I knew they'd made their decision; I just wasn't positive what it was.

She looked at me with that aggravated look on her face, but knew I'd done the right thing.

"It's one of the reasons I wanted to fuck you silly last night. Well I hadn't planned on such a 'fantastic fuck', but I sure enjoyed you last night honey."

She got a grin, "I loved it Tommy. We have to just fuck more often. I still want to make love most of the time." Then with a big grin, "But a good hard fucking once in a while can really rearrange your attitude."

Tara wandered down to the kitchen wondering what all the commotion was about, when Dee told her Lisa and Marie were going to be there in a little while.

Tara looked at me with a knowing smile, and then gave me a wink.

"Touché," I said with a grin.

Dee looked at me like I was crazy, but that's ok, she's a pretty good judge of character.

By the time Marie and Lisa knocked at the door it was almost 6pm; they had hit heavy traffic, and it wasn't moving very fast.

After hugging and kissing them, Dee salted up some glasses and poured some of the Margaritas that she had made up. Leslie had taught her very well!

Both of the women just chuckled when she put one in front of each. She went back to finishing up everything for dinner except doing the tortillas. She had even made up the secret sauce, made some "battery acid" - a Tom special hot sauce I learned from a wonderful Mexican woman that did Pizza's in Cabo – breaded up the fish and pork for their respective cooking, having beaten the pork half to death to make thin "steaks".

Dee grabbed the bowl of masa, the tortilla press she'd found at a kitchen store, which was exactly the same one that Maria had used at Jorge's place, and a box of waxed paper sheets. She put them all on the table in front of her and looked up with a smile.

"We can talk. I'm just going to start pressing out the tortillas. Tom is addicted to fresh tortillas, and I have to admit, they're only about ten thousand times better than those cardboard facsimiles you get in the grocery store.

While she rolled out tortilla after perfect tortilla we all talked about different subjects. It was Dee who couldn't wait any longer for "the word". Have I mentioned her lack of patience?

"Did you guys decide if you wanted to move in or not?" she asked.

Lisa looked at her with a somber face and said, "Yes we did."

To prolong Dee's agony a bit more she just left it hang there, then looked at Marie who was having a hard time keeping a straight face. Dee looked at both of them, and got an immediate look of depression on her face. You could read Dee like a book if you knew what to look for.

She was propping herself up for disappointment, until Marie spoke, "We decided that it was a ... well, uhhh..."

Dee was going absolutely bonkers by this time.

Dee was about to pee her pants when Marie finally whispered, "We decided that it is a really good idea and we'll do it."

Now Dee's face showed total confusion. She'd assumed a conclusion based on well-acted body language, then she heard the words, which took a few seconds to register.

She made a mess of that tortilla when she jumped up and cheered running to each of our visitors and hugged them and kissed them roundly before returning to her seat, looking up with a blush and said, "Sorry, I couldn't help myself."

Everyone in the room cracked up while Dee returned to the task at hand. "It's ok Dee," said Lisa quietly, "We all know that patience isn't one of your stronger attributes. We were just trying to help you work on it."

Dee looked up from her tortilla press and stuck out her tongue at Lisa, at which she raised her eyebrows.

"I know, I know," said Dee with a grin. "You'll give me something to do with that. Promises, promises!"

The fish tacos and the tortas were a big hit. Lisa said she'd never had a fish taco and on the surface it sounded pretty weird, but she really liked them, I guess so, she ate three of them. Dee's tortas were excellent. I told them the next time we did this, instead of tacos pescados, we should make tacos camarónes!

To the strange looks I said, "Shrimp tacos. Like fish, but you use big tiger shrimp instead."

Everyone asked if that was dinner for tomorrow.

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Dee and Lisa were inseparable. Always talking about babies and what each was doing to make sure their baby had the best shot at being healthy.

Tara, Marie and I chatted about the layout and sleeping and living arrangements. Lisa and Marie have slept in the same bed for over twelve years now, so it wasn't like we needed separate rooms for them. The room next to Tara's had a pass through door similar to what you'd find in a hotel suite, and both rooms share a huge bathroom and shower. I had made sure when the place was built that each of the bath areas had a separate area for shower, makeup and toilet facilities. I had done the same when we did the addition for Tara. It was very well thought out if I do say so myself.

When all the living arrangements had been discussed the girls wondered what they were going to do with all of their "stuff". They really wouldn't need a lot of it here because we had everything.

I told them that they could bring anything they wanted and we'd figure out what and where once we had them settled. I just told them we could put most of it in storage out back. I had a 25x45' building out back that had been built for all kinds of storage. Right now it had a lot of car parts, airplane parts and the like, but it had plenty of room for Marie and Lisa's stuff.

I had to go to a board meeting at the club at 9:30 so I'd be out for a couple hours. I noticed Dee winking at Marie and Lisa, so there was something afoot. Four women? What the fuck was I thinking?

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I kissed all of my charges g'bye and took off for the board meeting, which was as usual fun but tedious. There were the few, shall we say overly conservative types that were trying to change the bylaws of the organization to their fundamentalist views. They'd come to the meeting and make their arguments then get all indignant when everyone in the room laughed at them.

I'd finally had enough, and besides I wanted to get home. I made a quick speech before I put it up for a vote.

"Phil, what happened to you? You were one of the founding members that wrote the bylaws the way they are, have been, and always will be."

"Somewhere along the road, you went off the deep end. What was it? Did you do a twelve-step program? Have some kind of epiphany? You all of a sudden got totally whacked and you've been a pain in the ass ever since, trying to lay your narrow minded bullshit on all the rest of us."

He looked at me, and then the rest of the members with a shocked look on his face.

"People that have attitudes like yours have no purpose being here. I suppose you think you're moralizing for the rest of us, but Phil, get a grip. We don't give a flying fuck about your self-righteous view of what we are doing. I would suggest you tender your resignation and start your own club and base it on whatever moralistic crap you want."

Then with a loud laugh, "Then come back in a year and see which of us has better membership numbers. Oh by the way, you'll be lucky if you can afford to meet in an outhouse."

"It's getting very tedious discussing your ignorant shit every meeting and when we take a vote on your proposals you can't even muster 10% of the board. Ever! You are wasting all of our time and I think I speak for the majority of the board when I say, 'Go away Phil'. This may be the last meeting you'll even be recognized by the chair ... Hint!"

"Ok, let's vote on this silly shit so we can all go home."

The vote went the way it usually does. He and his buddy were the only two in favor of his proposals, so as usual it was 18 neighs, and 2 yeahs. Let's go home.

I was mentally worn out by the time I got home. Those idiots can really take your positive energy and trash it.

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When I walked in the door, Dee, having seen me come in from many board meetings, met me at the door with my double Jack on the rocks and a sexy wet kiss. I smiled at her, and then noticed that behind her was a line. First Tara, then Marie, then Lisa, all gave me a wet sexy kiss with smoky eyes.

I gave them all a weary smile and we all went into the living room to sit and talk. We had a good chat.

Jack mellowed me out a whole lot, which Dee already knew would be the case. The board meetings had been burning me out for quite a while now, but not enough to discourage me to the point of leaving. Overall, it was extremely fun to meet with the "guys" once a month.

Dee was wrapped around me on one side and Lisa was on the other, my two mamas to be.

It got to be time to head on up to hit the hay, so I got up and straightened up a little and when I came out of the kitchen the only light that was on was the little stairway light. All four of them had disappeared on me.

Harrumph. I thought to myself, four sexy women in the house and I get to sleep alone? I just shook my head and headed on up to the room.

When I got there I about fell over backwards. There in front of me was an absolutely HUGE double king sized bed with four of the sexiest women I've ever known in the skimpiest of "see through" negligees that I had ever seen. My two mamas came up first to begin stripping my clothes off.

When they were done I was led to the slaughter. All of them, each helping the others to keep my arousal at a torturous peak level. First, it was Tara who lowered herself on my stiff cock. When she'd had a couple trips to "O" world, she helped Marie replace her, while Marie blasted off a few times, giving way to Lisa, who kept me working for another ten minutes. When Lisa was finished with me, my loving wife hopped up to finish me off. She lowered her body on mine then laid down on my chest holding me tightly.

The other three women had surrounded us kissing, caressing, licking and just about every other sensual thing they could think of. Tara moved over and doused the lights then crawled back and kissed all four of us before she wrapped herself with Dee and me. Lisa was on the other side, with her mate nestled with her.

All five of us were very content, and this was just the first night of many to come that we would all spend just this way.

Is this real?



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Chapter 31: Lisa and Marie Move In


It took about three months for Marie and Lisa to get everything moved in to permanently reside with the three of us. It wasn't that they had a lot of things, but we had to get everything they wanted stored into the shed. That wasn't a big event because the area they used was miniscule compared to what I had in there already. It still left a ton of room for them to deal with sorting and eliminating if they wanted.

They decided to hold on to their house and found a reputable property management company through the financial manager they were with. It rented almost immediately for an obscene amount of money, but it was a custom built, very large house in the same kind of mountains we were looking at to build our new place.

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New place? Yeah, we needed a larger place since there were already two additions in the oven and I knew that the other two were drooling and wanting to add to our growing menagerie. We'd actually found a fairly large plot adjacent to Bob's north of Willits. It couldn't compare to his 675 acres, but it was about a third of that with the same basic terrain. He and the girls would be our neighbors.

He'd actually found it for us and had recommended the contractor to build our new place. Between the architect and the contractor we wanted the place to fit the environment, and be as off the grid as possible. Between solar and wind, we could take care of about 75% or better of our needs so we'd be connected to the grid for the remainder.

The four ladies fell in love with Bob's log cabin and wanted to know if we could build something similar. That was no problem, but Bob's place only had 9 bedrooms and 6 baths. We would probably need a few more bedrooms eventually so we may as well do it all at once so it won't look like the additions were pieced on.

Something else we found was that my four got along fantastically with his four, so there was liable to be some crossing of the paths. That suited Tara just fine.

It would be at least a year before we could pack up and move, so we just cooled our jets while Terrance, the architect, consulted with Bob's architect to get a basic idea of what we wanted then went off to come up with all the required drawings for ours. It only took him a month to line out the basic design and look, which we all approved one afternoon.

Terry had come by to get a tentative buy off on his initial ideas, which looked really good. Like Bob's it would be a log cabin style so that it would more blend into the surrounding area. It was going to be nearly 15,000 square feet, 15 bedrooms and 8 baths including three masters. The master baths and bedrooms were almost 1200 square feet by themselves. There was going to be one huge shower, but all of that is for another time. Suffice it to say there was going to be plenty of room for our expanding family.

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It was an interesting transition. Both of the ladies were in and out for a week or so at a time until everything was complete. Between Dee, Tara, Marie and Lisa I never got any rest. Usually it was one of them but on occasion it was all of them again. We had gone and bought two new California king sized beds to push together making one huge bed. That first time they had robbed a bed from one of the "guest" rooms. It had taken all 4 of them to get it done, but by the time I'd returned from the board meeting it was ready.

They also worked doubles on me, usually at Dee's instigation. Dee really had a thing for Lisa, which was noted by everyone. She admitted it, but also acknowledged that she was my wife, and that Lisa was Marie's life mate. There was no jealousy, or any other kinds of problems created by strong feelings for someone else's lover.

Once they got settled in we all kind of worked into a routine, but reveled in watching both Dee and Lisa grow as their pregnancies progressed. One side benefit of their conditions was that all of us had modified our diets to be very healthy. The exercise room got a lot of use as well, especially from the two expectant mothers. The doctors had not given them any limitations other than pain, and they were both in incredible physical condition when it came time for the birthing.

Interestingly, Tara was Dee's Lamaze partner and Marie was assisting Lisa. When they made the announcement I looked at them and learning from them, threw out my lower lip in a sad pout. I had them rolling on the floor, but they said that I'd done my damage, so they would take care of the aftermath as they referred to it laughingly.

Between the four of them it was also decided that when Dee had given birth and was a few months along in her infant care, that Tara would work with me to get pregnant, and it was essentially the same for Marie.

Something that we had all discussed was my feeling with Marie. Everyone understood that I was still madly in love with Marie. It did not interfere with my love and relationship with Dee, but I had to make it known that putting a baby in Marie's belly would be the culmination of a long standing dream. When I was living with her in the past, I wanted to knock her up so bad it as nearly painful. She knew too, but it was understood by all parties that it wasn't an appropriate thing to do given the circumstances.

Marie was in total agreement with the concept this time, and so were Lisa, Dee and Tara. It was Tara that actually knew about my feelings long ago. We'd talked about them on occasion. She also knew that I would be very happy to put a baby in her belly as well. She just said that Dee was enough.

With the exception of Dee, the other women were getting to the place in their reproductive life that they didn't want to think about babies anymore.

I don't know if you guys know it, but pregnancies tear up a woman's body. Most exercise and work their asses off to get their ass back. When you see a woman with a stroller and she's looking good, has that fine ass and the flat beautiful female tummy back, she needs to be complimented on her work ethic. Guys, they work their asses off to make themselves continually attractive to us. We men need to compliment and appreciate their efforts! You're welcome.

And so it was that Dee started labor and we rushed her to the hospital where she pushed little Heather Lynn into this world. She ended up with a C-Section because it was just easier that way. The doc was one of those that favored minimizing the pain in giving birth. Dee wasn't one of those women that felt she'd be incomplete if she didn't push the baby out the same path as it was inserted.

Almost exactly a month later Lisa gave us Rebecca Elaine.

Both of our little girls were perfect and healthy. Both of their mothers were in incredible physical condition, which assisted the birthing process immensely. I was one proud daddy.

We decided to wait a full six months before Tara and Marie began their attempts. Dee already wanted another, but mom and Marie talked some sense into her. Wait!

Lisa was finished. She was ecstatic with little Rebecca, but didn't feel the need to go through that again. I can't say as I blame her.

As I would have expected, both Dee and Lisa were incredible mothers. Our little girls would be well taken care of. It was really interesting to see both of them sitting next to each other on the couch feeding their babies. They even traded off which supposedly would give each of the girls added immunities because they'd get them from two sources of milk. Well beyond me, but if they say so.

What? I'm a guy. Cut me a little slack.

Don't think that with all that mommy attention the girls didn't get any attention from dad. I was a willing, active participant with my girls. Granted I didn't change as many diapers as their moms did, but I did my share.

I now know where the term "Green Cloud" comes from. Neither of my daughters did anything to dispel my preconceived notion that babies are essentially little shit machines. I say that lovingly with a big grin!

Both Tara and Marie stopped their birth control a month or so after Heather and Rebecca were born and we practiced that one hundred percent sure method of birth control, rhythm. As I said, it was decided that the other two wouldn't conceive for about 6 months. We did practice the rhythm method of control, and neither Tara nor Marie would visit during those times of possible fertility.

One afternoon we were all sitting around doing whatever it is that we do, I was working on the computer, as was Marie. Lisa and Dee were doting over our daughters, and Tara was putzing around the kitchen since it was her cook night. We all took turns, and because I enjoyed the task, I did "double duty" by cooking every other night, unless one of the ladies didn't particularly feel up to cooking on her scheduled night. I didn't have any problem picking up for any of them. They did an incredible amount of work around the house, so I tried to make sure that I did my share! In my mind there is no such thing as "woman's work" or "man's work". We were a team and because of our attitudes were a well-oiled machine ... most of the time.

I had just logged off of one account and was ready to move on to another, when Tara came in behind me and wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. I turned towards her so that we could make our lips meet, and with a big smile she whispered into my ear, "Let's go upstairs sweetie. I want to start working on making a little brother or sister for Dee."

I looked at her sparkling eyes, and she nodded slightly leaning in to passionately give me a lip lock that could mean nothing other than "fuck me". She moved slightly back and I spun my chair around standing directly in front of her. She looked up, put her hands on either side of my face, and kissed me again.

We took each others hands, and as we were leaving Marie looked up from her screen and smiled, "Have fun you two, good luck."

Tara moved quickly over to her and kissed her softly whispering, "You're next sweetie."

Marie looked at her nodding with a smile, "I can't wait Tara. I see how happy Lisa is with Rebecca, and I want that same fulfillment."

Tara nodded and turned to return her hand to mine and off we went.

As we passed Dee and Lisa feeding the girls, they both looked up with a smile. Dee expressed both of their sentiments, "Have fun you two."

Tara leaned in, gave each a kiss before taking my hand, and accompanied me to the bedroom.

She put her arms around me and looking me directly in my eyes said, "Tommy. I want to have a baby with you, and I'm in my fertile time. I'm not as sure as Dee is when she ovulates, but I think I dropped an egg last night, so we're ready to entertain your sperm."

I nodded my head and smiled while I was in the process of unbuttoning her shirt. She had me naked in two shakes, and it wasn't many shakes later that her panties dropped to the floor and we jumped into the bed.

I'm one that believes that creating a life is a loving exercise, in that I like to make slow, deliberate, tender love with my woman. I want her to have many orgasms and will try for a minimum of three myself. Wears my aging ass out, but if we're going to seriously make the attempt, I need to plant as many of my "tadpoles" in place as I can muster up.

Tara and I looked into each other's eyes with a loving understanding of what we are about to do. Our kisses had a different intensity while we searched out and caressed each other softly.

I moved all over her body with my hands, lips, and tongue bringing out heavy moans and loving hands from her. After a time, I finally made it to her mons with my tongue and started one of my very favorite things in life. My tongue slid from the bottom of her slit to the upper reaches gently circling the sentry that was standing at attention guarding her entrance. Her increasing moans and mewling sounds let me know that I am on the right track. Tara has always been very expressive.

I slid my tongue down to her entrance and moved it softly around the rim causing her to arch up and stiffen. She made all kinds of noises of approval while she took her slow trip through "O" land. I continued to lick softly to keep her orgasm going for as long as I could without making her overly sensitive.

When she was completely recovered from that first foray I moved my tongue up through her tight outer labia all the way to the nub at the top. Circling that nubbin slowly without a lot of pressure raised her arousal to an extreme, where she jumped over the edge again doing her free fall into the magical land of "O". Her hands pushed my head away telling me, "Enough Tom, oh please enough."

It was ok for me. I gave her pussy a kiss and began to kiss, lick and suck up her body while she recovered from her orgasm. We both knew that the next act in the play was to make a first attempt at fertilizing her waiting egg. At least we were hoping there was one waiting.

As I moved up above her breasts to look into her loving eyes, she brought her hands up to my face and tenderly kissed me. Her eyes were sparkling with desire and excitement. She moved her hands from my cheeks to the back of my head and began to smoothly run her fingers through my hair.

I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed very lovingly while we both manipulated our bodies to perform the final act. I could feel her legs moving to put her thighs nearly against mine but her lower legs ran over my hips with her feet locked together behind my butt. She had opened the garden.

Kissing her tenderly and looking into her beautiful eyes, I lowered myself to her, lining the end of my stiff penis with the entrance into her vagina. I pushed against the protecting labia, which gave way easily without a struggle. My cock entered her velvet tunnel slowly causing an extended moan to float into the air indicating her pleasure.

She whispered, "Oh god Tommy. That is so good." Then with loving affection, "Let's make a baby honey. I want to give you a baby."

I looked at her and softly reminded her, "You already have, Tara. You've given me the most incredible gift. Let's make that woman a brother or a sister."

She began to tear realizing what I'd said because it was true. She had given me Dee.

Once buried to the hilt in Tara's warmth I made sure to move minutely side to side to let the sentry know I had things covered and in doing that Tara moaned loudly and arched up towards me. Her body was twitching uncontrollably and I could feel her vaginal muscles doing precisely what they were put there to do.

I was going to let the first shot go. I could feel the boiling in my balls as the first supply of fertile sperm headed for its ultimate destination. Tara could feel it happening as well, pushing her pelvis against my plunging cock essentially sealing the tip against her cervical opening ensuring that all of my offering went as far as possible into her waiting womb.

Wrapping her arms around me tightly, making sure her legs kept our pubic bones mashed together, she sighed softly, "Yes baby. That's what I want to feel. You are drenching me." Then with a giggle, "Go little swimmers, find that hidden egg." Then chuckling softly, "It sounds like an Easter egg hunt."

We kissed tenderly acknowledging our true emotions. We both loved each other dearly, and this was one of those moments where that love is demonstrated to its ultimate.

There is no greater act of love between a man and a woman than making the decision, then consummating that decision, by beginning the creation of a new life. It is not something that should ever be initiated on a whim or undertaken lightly.

Both of us having created life previously, we took this responsibility very seriously. A child is forever, and if one isn't prepared for that eventuality, then procreation shouldn't be attempted.

Tara was clamped to me like a vice. This act between us was the ultimate in our love that we would ever do, and we both understood that. She whispered loving things into my ear while I did the same. We were both preparing to entertain another deposit deep inside her body.

By the time I was "spermed out" that afternoon, I had made three good deposits in the effort. We both nodded off and slept in each other's arms for a few hours.

Tara glanced at the clock on the bed stand and freaked out. It was 6:30pm and she had dinner duty, so she shot out of the bed and we took a quick shower to clean up. While I changed the sheets and made the bed, she rocketed down the stairs to the kitchen full of apologies for dinner being late.

By the time I got there she had mellowed out a lot. Dee and Lisa were at the stove working up the things that Tara had chopped and prepared earlier, so it was all covered. That's the kind of "family" we are.

Before I got down to the kitchen Dee had gone out to the bar to mix drinks. When she came back with the tray, she put down a margarita for herself, Lisa and Marie who were all grinning at her because they saw what was on the tray. She placed a double Gentleman Jack in front of me, and a very large glass of plain vegetable juice in front of Tara who immediately complained indignantly.

Dee just looked at her, "Healthy mom. Think healthy."

The others at the table giggled and I got a smile because now I knew what Dee was up to.

Tara said with a little heat, "What's this healthy shit all about?" Then it dawned on her what Dee was telling her in her own offhanded kind of way.

"Deanna, talk to me!"

"You need to think healthy mom. I want my baby sister to be a healthy baby. It's going to be a girl. I don't know what it's all about but Tommy doesn't seem to be able to make boys," she said with a big smile.

I looked at her and commented, "I like little girls, so it's fine with me."

All four of them gave me that accusatory "dirty old man look".

"You know what I mean. Don't get any weirder on me than you all already are," I said with a chuckle.

They all started to laugh, but then turned to Dee to see if she was going to say anything else.

She just turned around and went back to helping Lisa with dinner while the other three of us looked at each other incredulously.

I couldn't help but ask Marie, "Can you feel it when you ovulate?"

She looked at me and smiled, "Sometimes yes, sometimes no. It just depends I guess. Why do you ask? As if I didn't know."

"Well Tara told me this afternoon that she thought she had last night and now Dee says she's pregnant already. Dee's record is pretty damned good, so I wouldn't argue at all, but I had a very tender session with her this afternoon, and I'd like a few more of those."

Dee looked over and asked, "So what's preventing you?"

"One of the things that makes it so intense is the possibility of making a baby. Now the baby is already made."

"So. That doesn't mean you can't have intense loving tender sex with her Tommy. You and I had wonderful sex while I was pregnant, some of it very intense," she said smiling. "I think Lisa would second that."

Lisa just turned and nodded, quickly turning back to pay attention to whatever it was she was cooking.

"That's not what I meant. Sheesh, guys just have this primal thing about a fertile woman. It's our purpose in life! Knock her up!"

Then getting up and doing an ape imitation, "Me man," pounding a fist to my chest.

"Me want woman!" grabbing Marie.

"Make woman pregnant, grunting a couple times with a grin.

"Then do again."

They were all laughing hysterically by the time I sat back down to take a sip of my smooth GJ.

"Well I think you've been able to get beyond that primal bullshit Tommy," Dee said with a sarcastic smile.

"It's still there sweetie, it's just been very tempered by some of the wonderful women in my life."

Both Marie and Lisa looked at me with smiles and when I saw them I said, "Yes. Present company especially included."

"Don't forget Carol and Sheryl," Marie added.

"They really didn't have as much effect on my love making as you and Lisa. Lisa taught me to make love without intercourse, and that's an incredible feeling."

"Ha. She can't do it like that anymore! She gets that hot, and she's gotta have a dick."

"Marie," Lisa shouted at her turning a nice shade of pink.

"Well, it's true! You used to be girls only and now if you can get Tommy with a hardon, you're a pig in shit," she said laughing.

Dee and Tara got one of their, "I ain't sayin' nothin'" looks but grinned anyway. I wasn't sure what to think. Marie was kind of right, Lisa loved a cock inside of her as long as it was mine. She's said over and over, that I would be the only man to touch her in that way, and I believe that. Her relationship with Marie hasn't changed even a little. They are still madly in love with each other and I'm sure express that love every time they sleep together.

It was about four or five days later that Marie sat down next to me on the couch one evening. Dee was on the other side holding my arm and leaning her head on my shoulder. Strategically Lisa was on the other side of Dee with her hand on Dee's thigh. As soon as Marie sat down, Dee looked over at her with a huge smile, and leaned up to give me a soft kiss on the cheek.

I looked at her with a smile, while she disengaged from my arm. She and Lisa both rose and looked at Marie and me, and then over at Tara asking her, "You want to join us mom?"

Tara looked up at them with a smile and nodded her head; putting a marker in the book she was devouring and standing to join the other two.

Dee looked at Marie and me and said, "G'night you two. Have fun!"

I looked at Dee, then at Marie who was smiling broadly and whispered to me, "My turn!"

"Oh," I managed.

We watched the three other residents meander hand in hand up the stairs and into one of the rooms, probably Lisa's, which left me and Marie sitting on the couch looking into each other's eyes – just like the old days.

She reached out, wrapped her arm around mine, and put her other hand on my thigh. We made eye contact again, and she said to me softly, "Tommy, you have no idea how long I've waited for this. I've wanted to have your babies since the second time we made love. I think we both did the sensible thing though because at the time it just wasn't practical."

I nodded at her and whispered back, "You know if there had been no Lisa I'd have scooped you up and we'd have made a lot of babies together."

She nodded shyly, "Yeah. I kinda had that feeling myself, but I still wasn't ready to commit to a man. Other than you, I still don't think I'd be able to commit to a man. I love Lisa the same as you love Dee, and nothing is ever going to change that."

"I know. It's one of the things I can't believe about Dee. She is so accepting of you two knowing how I feel."

"Tom, she knows you're not going to be running off with either one of us. She also knows that neither one of us would allow that to happen. We both love you very much, but you're Dee's man honey."

"I think there's something between Dee and Lisa," I said lamenting.

"Yes there is. Dee and Lisa love each other very much. Hell, Dee loves her nearly as much as I do, but she's solidly in the "guy" column. She would never give you up for Lisa or any other woman. She loves a cock more than either me or Lisa."

"I can't believe Lisa," I chuckled.

"Oh, I can. I knew as soon as she tasted the forbidden fruit, she'd be lovin' it. I also knew how you would treat her when you and she finally had intercourse. I think her lesbian thing was a fear of failing a man. I've known that for all of our relationship."

I looked at her questioningly.

"Tom. Some gay people, both men and women are "born" that way. They have no interest in the opposite sex and never have. A true gay man or a true lesbian woman wouldn't even consider anything with the opposite gender. Just wouldn't happen.

When Lisa and I first got together and we talked, getting to know each other, falling very much in love with each other, she understood that I'd be entertaining a man once in a blue moon because there is just something about a man that a woman can't accomplish."

She looked at me with a wry smile, "Do you remember that first night when you and I were together, and you said that there was no way that a man could ever satisfy a woman like another woman?"

I nodded, "It's a common belief."

"Yes it is, but it's only partially true. Trust me Tommy, there are things that you do to me that Lisa couldn't dream of doing. You asked me to teach you things that only a woman would know. You didn't need any training sailor, you did just fine!"

I'm sure my eyes got big and round when she was making those comments because she laughed before continuing, "When Lisa and I were having those introductory conversations, she alluded to a curiosity about men, but that she would never do that because she "wouldn't know what to do" and was afraid of not doing it right."

I looked at her skeptically.

"Yeah I know. Pretty stupid, but that's the way she felt. But having said all of that, the curiosity she expressed to me, the intensity of that curiosity told me that Ms. Lisa was not a 'born lesbian'. She was, like me, gay by choice. She really wanted it that night at the old house when you refused until she 'slept on it'. You did the right thing Tom, because she wasn't ready to deal with those emotions at the time. I don't know how you sensed that, but what you did and said was absolutely perfect. You notice she changed her mind by morning?"

I nodded.

"And you were also right about the friendship. If you had gone ahead with it when she was begging you, it would have very adversely affected all of the dynamics in that house. She would have had regrets, she'd have been pissed off at you for doing it, and she'd have been pissed off at me for letting you AND for bringing you into the house. It would have been very ugly, but somehow you sensed all of that and did the right thing."

"If there was no other reason to love you Tom, THAT would have made me love you. It was already too late though, I was already madly in love with you," she said with a wide grin.

"Well you know how I felt about you too, but I wasn't going to put myself between the two of you," I observed softly.

"That was another incredible perception on your part Tom. Are you sure you're really a guy? Guys don't think in those terms," she chortled. "As much as I was in love with you, there is no way I could have made the kind of commitment to you that we both would have needed to make a long lasting, loving relationship work. I thought I did, but 20/20 hindsight has shown me that you were right and I was wrong."

I laughed, "Shit. Get out the recorder, I want her to repeat that for posterity."

She smiled at me and took my arm a little tighter and leaned over to kiss me very softly, then whispered very quietly to me, "Take me to bed Tommy, let's go make a baby."

I was lost!

The only other woman in the world that I've ever had sex with as intensely as Marie, is Dee. Yes, Heather, Julie and Julianne were very intense experiences, but not in the same way as either Dee or Marie. I have a suspicion that Janell would come close to that intensity, but that's another story.

There were times when Lisa feared for their relationship because of the intense softness, tender, slow love making that Marie and I did for hours some times. Lisa would sit and watch us, rubbing off just about every time Marie had an orgasm. It was one of the reasons she finally came to ask me to make love to her. She wanted to experience most of what Marie was getting.

She just wasn't ready for the whole boat. Somehow I knew that. Don't ever ask me how I did, because I would never be able to tell you, but in her hormonally driven lust, she was ready to make a very big mistake in her life. We didn't, and as they say, the rest is history.

I really don't need to tell you what the nights were like with Marie. Yes, nights – plural. It took three nights before Dee handed Marie a large glass of vegetable juice with a smile and told her, another girl Marie. Tommy doesn't make boys.

What was going on? I never expected or planned on having a harem, but my wife has collected three of the most beautiful women I've ever known including her own mother for me to share with her.

Wow. This is nuts!



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Chapter 32: Epilog and A House Full


The new house was finished so that we could move in just before Tara and Marie's little girls were born, so they came into the log house never having been in the old place.

Not that Heather or Rebecca would remember much of anything about the old place. Since it was the size it was, we leased it out to a troubled children group. There were plenty rooms, bathrooms and space to let kids be kids. The people they should have been able to trust the most had abused mostt of them, their parents.

It was a cause that is near and dear to my heart. A very belligerent, angry, violent, drunken mother raised me, so my "view" of women in the world was "perverted" by the one roll model I was supposed to be able to trust.

It took a lot of therapy to overcome much of that and I still don't give a rat's ass about my mother. She still abuses my father and I wish he'd just kick her ass and toss her out on the street where she belongs, but after 65 years, it ain't gonna happen.

Joining the Navy and becoming a SEAL was my escape. It was also training that saved my life. I also have ADHD and the training gave me a focus. I had something I could focus my anger on. Every time one of the instructors would get in my face for something, usually petty, I'd just say to myself, "Fuck you asshole. You're not going to make me quit!" It's ok though it was their job.

I didn't quit.

Now back to the new house.

It was everything we'd dreamed of. Big bedrooms, big bathrooms, the gym, the pool with the roll away roof, the numerous Jacuzzi's scattered around. I'd had one installed for every one of the "assigned rooms", plus there was a really large group tub. Wolfgang Puck would have had multiple orgasms over the kitchen. It was a dream come true.

The movers came in one day and packed everything, and loaded it on a HUGE truck. The next day it was in Willits being unloaded and unpacked by the same crew. It couldn't have gone more smoothly.

I gave Bob a call and let him know we were now in the neighborhood and invited him and the girls over for a BBQ. I'd told him previously about Tara's mentioning that if she could get him alone.

He had laughed telling me he didn't need to add anything to his list, but if the opportunity presented itself, who knows. Heather and Michelle were very accommodating, but he reminded me that his girls were all bi and three out of the four of them would entertain my girls, so it would be an interesting neighborhood.

Dee and Janell formed an instant friendship that ended up in one of the bedrooms or another, but with all the other commotion going on, nobody really missed them.

I was jealous. I still had my eye on Janell!

All in all it was a really great day. The girls brought over some acoustic instruments and after the food had had a chance to settle, we went out to the "amphitheater" and built a nice bonfire and everyone gathered around while the girls played, everyone sang. There were a few times when we all just stopped and listened to the girls. It's no wonder they were so popular, and absolutely fun to be around. Not a hair of pretension amongst any of them.

When the fire burned down, and eyelids began to droop we bid the neighbors good evening, and went to clean up the house.

One of the really nice things that happened that evening is when Bob and the girls got here, they noticed that both Tara and Marie were "ready do drop" as they called it, and Bob offered to fly them down to the hospital when the time came. That way we'd only have to drive a half a mile instead of thirty or forty. He said he'd had to do that a few times with his girls.

We had our bags ready because they were both due any time. When I talked to Bob about it, we decided that if one went into labor he'd fly them both so that if the other suddenly decided it was time, she'd already be there instead of trying to get him back up to fly the other one.

As it happened, it wasn't more than about a week later, I gave Bob a call about 2am to let him know that Tara was feeling the first twinges and since she was experienced I'd go with her assessment. He just said, pack 'em up and bring 'em over. One of the girls will meet you at the house and direct you to the helipad.

When we arrived, a sleepy Michelle hopped in next to Tara and pointed the way. Shit. I'd have never found it without a guide! Michelle said not to worry about the vehicle; she and Heather would drive it down later in the morning so we had transportation at the hospital. She said she knew right where it was.

With a chuckle she told them, "I've had two down there, so believe me I know how to find the hospital!"

We all laughed, and thanked her profusely while Bob helped the two pregnant ladies to their seats and made sure they were belted in and the doors latched properly. He shouted for me to get in the left seat up front, and he jumped into the right. We were airborne in a few minutes and he was calling ahead to let the hospital know we had two pregnant on board, one in labor, the other so close we didn't want to leave her without transportation. He let them know when he'd be arriving so they'd have the appropriate personnel to meet us at the pad. They all knew Bob.

The entire ordeal went very uneventfully with the exception that about noon that day Tara gave birth to Amanda Jayne, and just to keep things exciting Marie went into labor about an hour after Amanda was born and about 11:15pm Kylie Sue was born, so we had two little girls with different mom's born the same day.

That would make for some interesting explanations at some point in time. I phoned up to the house to let Dee and Lisa know what was happening, and early the next morning Michelle and Heather showed up with "the beast", as we called it. It was a large SUV, which we actually needed considering the size of our traveling brood these days.

Bob's girls stayed for about an hour before telling me that my girls needed some rest, and that they'd probably go home tomorrow. I nodded and thanked them for bringing the vehicle down for us.

They let me know that it was no problem. They were now going to go off and do some shopping as long as they were in town. Then just before they departed, each came to me, pulled my face to theirs, and gave me a very nice kiss. Heather's was a bit more shall I say, suggestive? I let them know I appreciated THAT also!

They giggled and out the door they went leaving me with my two new mamas.

Tara could have gone home today, but they figured that since they were together they'd discharge them together, so we only had to make one trip back up the hill.

An interesting trip it would be!

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Whew! Two new babies, and two 18 month old kids, well Heather was 19 months, but we won't quibble over 25 days. Of course the entire contingent of moms doted over all the children. It was like they all had four mothers and one daddy. That doesn't include the kids and moms from next door that were a constant presence. Their youngsters were fascinated by our babies.

Ya think they may be confused when they're growing up. Dee said she'd already talked to Janell about how to deal with that issue since they were all in the same boat, and theirs were old enough to ask questions now.

Dee knew that she was on the clock. We'd decided again that if there were going to be another round, it would be when the two new babies were at least 6 months old. She didn't argue about it at all totally understanding the logic. She wanted at least one and maybe two more.

Even with all the others around, Dee and I were still madly in love and totally devoted to each other. Yes we messed with everyone else in our house, and sometimes the neighbors house, but that didn't take away from our devotion to each other. It did redefine the word a little, but it was nothing any of us were going to worry about.

We all had our things to do around the place. We had decided to raise our own livestock so we knew it would be healthy, grass fed and drug free.

We also organically grew pretty much all of our produce as well. Over on the side closest to Bob's place I built two monster greenhouses so that we could grow some veggies, like tomatos, all year round. Yeah, yeah, I know. Tomatos are a fruit! So sue me!

We offered Bob and the girls greenhouse space, and since they didn't have time for livestock we agreed to raise enough for them as well. It wasn't that big a deal, and an extra couple head a year, and an extra few hundred chickens. Bob and I together had about 400 acres of "pasture" land amongst the redwood trees, so we planted different grasses for the livestock to graze on. All organic!

We tried pigs for our own pork, but after 2 years we all decided – disgusting! We'll purchase our pork from one of the organic farms on the other side of the valley. Essentially what they did was take over our pig brood and raised our pork for us. We provided them with some of their food because we had no use for it and it was better fed to the pigs than turned into the ground for fertilizer; we had plenty of that already. It all worked out very well. We even traded a steer and a bunch of fresh chicken for seven or eight dressed hogs.

Dee got her barnyard chickens. They were slightly different than those at Pollo de Oro, but they grazed on different grasses and bugs here. They were still incredibly delicious and everyone got a taste for the "real deal".

I continued to pursue learning to fly helicopters and taking Bob's advice, limited my excursions around the local area. Dee and I did take a lot of vacations that we wouldn't have taken otherwise, and the others took care of both of Dee's girls while we were gone when we didn't take them with us. The girls didn't notice much except that "mom" wasn't there but "aunties", as they were referred to, were always there.

There were also times when all of us were down in Cabo for seven or eight months at a stretch. Since we were home schooling, the children were all becoming bi-lingual at an early age.

Bob, Bill, and the girls and their brood would come for a visit on occasion and stay for a few months. I think if we could find similar property that we could own in Mexico we'd all move out of California.

I suppose we could have arranged a good-sized plot under the Fideicomiso but any plot we wanted was priced totally out of reality because of developers scarfing up that kind of property for resorts. It's ok, there are times of the year, July, August, September, and October that it is really no fun to be down there because of the tropical climate, but beyond that, it was lovely most of the time.

Oh. About two years after Amanda and Kylie joined the flock, Dee had her final foray into motherhood, and gave birth to Samantha Hailey. So we had five girls, well actually nine if you included their mothers. Dee was totally enamored with her baby sister, Amanda. All of my women were finished with having children. Now it was time to have the fun of raising them.

Dee had a pretty bad time when she was carrying Samantha and the doctors told her it would probably be best if she didn't have another baby. It could kill her and/or the baby, and nobody would even entertain that option. She reluctantly had her tubes tied when Sam was born so there would be no accidents, and after she had that done, Tara and Marie also decided to do the same. Within the group only Lisa remained "child bearing", though she never entertained having another child. Rebecca was the joy of her life.

Rebecca and Kylie were like sisters with each other. They were all like sisters, but the two of them, seemed to hang with Lisa and Marie more than the others. Nobody had any issue with that. The kids all played together, we home schooled them together with Bob's kids and they all got used to the idea that I was daddy. None of the moms ever made a big issue out of it and when it came time for the girls to understand, they were all given the "lecture" collectively, a few times.

Being in a very rural area there weren't a lot of kids around for the girls to play with so we had arrangements with the neighbors to get together twice a week for the "social" part of education. Sometimes we'd load them all in the school bus that we'd purchased to haul them around in and go to museums or ball games or close in events, anything to get them out of the house and interacting with other people.

When we were all in Baja, there were an incredible amount of places we could all trek off to, and we purchased an old school bus down there too. Usually when we were down for an extended time, a couple of Bob's girls along with Maryanne and Bill would pop down with a gaggle of the kids and we'd make sure everyone got a good schooling.

It seemed like the rotation worked rather well because every so often one of "my" girls would go up with some of our kids and, well you get the picture.

It seemed to work very well. Usually I would drive the bus, and there would be an assortment of moms along to keep the peace. Rarely was conflict any problem, and if there was an issue, it was always resolved then and there. No festering or making something grow out of proportion.

Every so often Bob and the girls would do a private performance for all the assembled masses, and twice a week they gave music lessons to any of the kids that wanted them. To their surprise most of the kids wanted to learn some instrument, a lot of guitars, a few drums, a couple violins and the like. Poor Maryanne was the busiest because she played all the different instruments, but she enjoyed watching the children excel.

The rotation in and out of Cabo made it interesting, but nobody missed any lessons or practice. I practically ran a private taxi service between the airport and our condo. Don't let the taxi union know.

That rotation kept Leslie, Randy and Steve very busy as well because they made the trip about three or four times a week shuttling kids and adults in and out. We got to know the immigration people in Cabo on a first name basis.

Maryanne would be thrilled when one of the kids "got it" and babble incessantly when she got home. Some days, if it were one of ours that had learned the "lesson", she'd be over bending our ears.

Ya know what? Nobody minded at all!

Janell had one boy and two girls banging away on the drums, and one of the girls, her daughter, had a natural talent. At thirteen she was playing in their studios with other musicians making records.

There were a few of their kids that would join with other bands to do studio work and six of them had formed a band that practiced all the time. Usually the six of them came and went as a group during our forays into Mexico.

Bob was considering doing one short tour with them around the area just for fun, but the girls weren't so sure that was a good idea because once the children got that taste of adrenalin it would be difficult to hold them back. They did studio work instead and even cut an album of their own all-original music.

Oh, "The Girls Playground Music Inc." ended up with a Mexican studio. Bob and Bill couldn't help it. Things were going so well, especially with the kids, they wanted the kids to have facilities when they were in Cabo to do recordings. There was only one person that came to the area that was NOT welcome to use the facilities at any price.

Another thing happened more or less naturally and that is kids being kids ours interacted with many of the locals and all of our speaking good Spanish, taught the locals good English. They also worked with them on music and gained a healthy love of Mexican music.

Under Maryanne's tutelage a mixed bunch of the kids formed a Mariachi band and did beach work. They didn't need the money, so it was all funneled to the local kids, but it was a kick. We had our own built in Mariachi's for our own parties.

In a couple years they had quite an orchestra/band going and twice a month we'd all get together at "The Ranch" as it was called, in our amphitheater, or on the beach at Cabo for a performance. There was never any pressure to perform, but it seems like the girls next door had a way to give them the confidence to ham it up and play for the "adults". Sometimes it even turned out to be a "free" show for the tourists.

Usually two or three of the "pros" would start them off and after a few tunes, they would fade away and the kids would take over doing the show alone. It usually lasted an hour or two and ended with a group sing along.

Dee and I continued loving each other. We are as in love today as we have ever been. Marie and Lisa are, as always, still together. They actually turned out to be the best teachers of any of us and it turned out that when we were in town, many of the neighbors kids would join ours a couple times a week over and above our excursions.

Heather from next door also turned into a very good teacher and would join Lisa and Marie in many sessions. In overall testing all of the kids doing our home schooling regimen scored in the 98th percentile for their age groups every time there was a test. We had to be careful about how we were grouping things because the "state" would want to turn us into some kind of "real school" or make us get some kind of license.

It didn't happen. Every time the education people came to hassle us, most of the kids were in Mexico being schooled there. Not much the state can do about that other than read the test scores. I told them on more than one occasion that perhaps they could learn something from parents taking education more seriously than the state. Test scores were always on my side.

Tara dated a couple of men but in the end found a girlfriend, Candy, who moved in with the rest of us and fit into the family very well. Candy was also an excellent teacher, and was a native Spanish speaker.

Tara said there was nothing really wrong with the guys but they just didn't measure up. She said that she used me as a litmus test, and all had failed miserably. Every so often, Tara will still share my bed and sometimes even brings Candy with her.

We all still have a very loving shared relationship, which, even after all these years, works very well for all of us. We're all growing older together and enjoying watching our children mature into well-adjusted adults. Life has never lost its luster for any of us.

But then, we have always had something that the world could use a whole lot more of! Undying love for each other and those around us!

It's really that simple. Love!


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Posted:  2012-05-31
Last Modified: 2012-07-27 / 02:43:00 pm
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