Shafting some Bunglas with a FTC 871 by JohnnoAllthwaite

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FTC 871 is the part number for a Land Rover left hand rear half shaft.
That is the only fact based statement in this work of fiction and all the characters are completely fictitious although with such lifelike characters you probably know someone just like them.

The pavement glistened moistly after the rain storm as we huddled together in the 99p shop doorway as we kept an eye on Parson’s Street one Friday in late August 2001.

“That’s the cunt,” ‘Nobby’ Bagthorpe said quietly as he pointed to this ageing Asian bloke with his head down as he legged it up the street as he headed home from Friday prayers at the Parson’s Street Mosque.

“Yeah that’s him,” Al confirmed.

“What him, he looks past it?” I queried.

“Get a grip Allthwaite,” Nobby moans, “It’s the cunt’s kid, fucking Imran as been doing our Sheila not that cunt.”

“Right,” I says, “So what we following that cunt for?”

“Like the fucking Mafia Johnno,” Al says, “That lot.”

“Fucking top man Kuptar,” Nobby adds.

“Right,” I agrees, totally confused, “Now what?”

“Talk to the cunt,” Nobby says.

“Right,” I agreed, “So we fucking threaten him and get the whole fucking tribe round our gaff or worse claiming racial harassment?”

“You got a better idea?” Nobby asks, well as it happens my idea was fuck off down the Flying Horse for a few bevvies, maybe a curry and crawl away and throw up in canal, “Thought not,”
he added.

The bloke kept walking and we followed, we would have caught him up and had a chat except Nobby started wheezing because of the fags and that and Al said he had stitch and I didn’t fancy it on my own as our dad said they carried daggers down their socks.

So we followed ‘Kuptar,’ to his gaff the corner shop on the corner of Mafeking Street and Ladysmith Street and we went in, Mrs Kuptar was serving behind the high counter and she hid her copy of ‘Playgirl,’ and switched her telly to the Asian network instead of one of them porn channels she usually watched as we walked in.

“Hiya sexy!” Nobby said. She stared at him through the rectangular hole in the black tent she wore and she cursed him in Urdu with a Lancashire accent.

“You want something or you come to take the piss?” she asked nastily.

“Where’s the boss?” Al asked, “We know he’s here?”

“Michael,” she shouts, fucking Asian called fucking Michael, you couldn’t make it up.

“Yes,” he bellows.

“Some rough yobbos are here to see you Michael,” she says in English to wind us up.

“Who are they?” he asks.

“Johnno Althwaite and Nobby Bagthorpe, you know Sandra’s brother,” I says.

“I owe the girl nothing!” he said, “Nothing!”

“Not you fucking Imran, he got her up the duff,” Nobby insists, “Ring on finger time savvy?”

Kuptar appears, “Then you must take it up with Imran.”

“Look you’re fucking head of the family, you have a word right?” Al interjects.

“He is his own man and will marry whom he chooses,” Kuptar says and his missus has the decency to blush as we all knew the family planned who married who, a cousin from Bungla probably.

“Tell him to give us a bell,” Nobby said firmly, “We’re off down the Dog and Duck for a bevvy,” he lied and we strode out into the typical mist and light rain that is Weatherfield when it isn’t raining hard.

“That fucking told them,” Nobby said, “Lets get bladdered.”

We went down Flying Horse in case Imran came looking and got started on the Stella. (Artois).

“Hey Johnno, why don’t you marry our Sheila?” Nobby asks after about ten pints.

“No you’re all right mate, I don’t fancy your mum as mother in law,” I says.

“Might be you as got her in family way Johnno,” Al reminded me.

“For fucks sake I fucking paid her and I was rubbered up every time!” I reminded them.
“No offence but she is a pro remember.”

“Nice little earner,” Nobby said drunkenly, “It ain’t fair that tarts gets paid for fucking and blokes has to pay for it.”

“If you say so,” I says , “What do you think Jeremy?”

Nobby looks up all guilty like, he hadn’t seen Jerry France stood behind us.

“Very funny Johnno,” Jerry leers, “That was years ago.”

“What was?” Al asked.

“He got done for soliciting!” I said “Weatherfield’s only rent boy!”

“Oh, very funny,” Jerry says, “Anyway that’s all in the past.”

“Glad to hear it,” Al says.

“Simon and I are getting married in October,” Jerry says proudly and Nobby drops what was left of his pint in his lap.

“Fucking hell!” he protests and frantically tries to wipe his crotch with some blokes anorak that he left hung on a chair while he went to the bog, “They’ll think I pissed me self!”

I tried to ignore him, pillock.

“How’s the Band going,” Jerry asks, going on about Weatherfield Silver, the Brass Band I used to play in.

“Fucking packed it in,” I lied, I got sacked when I fucked up the Intermezzo from the “Ironmasters” in regional final, hit top A flat instead of top B flat you never heard such a fucking row, “You still play?” I asks.

“A bit, I’m back on Flugel now,” he says.

“You always did have good tone, remember when we played ‘Pie Jesu’ for the old folks party?”
I asked.

“The old biddy said it brought tears to her eyes!” he agreed,

“And I said it wasn’t that bad!” we laughed, old Jerry wasn’t a bad bloke for a shirt-lifter, at least he stuck to blokes his own age or older and wasn’t a pedo like most of the queers round our way.

“What about fucking Sheila,” Nobby says.

“No thanks!” Jerry laughs and he slips away.

“Better see fucking Imran,” I said.

“Better get a Curry then,” Nobby says, “Before we waste away.”

Waste away, Nobby’s gut had to be 46 inches at least and he must have been eighteen stone because Al’s Land Rover got quite a list on when Nobby climbed aboard.

We had a curry, “Why is it always Indians what sells curry?” Nobby asked idly as he stuffed his face.

There really wasn’t no answer, and then we met Sheila as we walked home, she was standing at bus stop by WH Smiths.

“What you doing our Sheila?” Nobby asks as if it wasn’t painfully obvious what a seven months pregnant tart in a red miniskirt half way up her ass and a top that was so tight it bulged where her her tits swelled an extra couple of inches on account of her being up the duff, and who was hanging about at a bus stop at near midnight when last bus was ten thirty.

“Go home Nobby,” Sheila says.

“We been trying to fix you up with fucking Imran!” Al says.

“Fuck off!” Sheila says, “He fucking did me bareback the filthy bastard!” she ranted “Its his fault I got caught!”

“That’s what I mean, he got a Merc,” Al adds.

“His dad’s got a corner shop,” I adds.

“Fucking grow up,” she said, “Anyway you met my mate?”

I stared, “Doreen?” there was Ted Atkins missus Doreen in high heels, fishnets and a bum freezer miniskirt hiding in Woolworths shop doorway.

“Johnno,” she says.

“What you doing here?” I asks.

“Lost me job,” she says, “I needs the money,” she said, I looked, she was a bit rough, roots needed doing which showed she was mousy haired really not blonde, too much lipstick, and dressed too tarty with the fishnets, but something stirred down below.

“How much?” I asked.

“No Johnno, I know you it would be like cheating on Ted.” she says.

“How much?” I says again.

“Fifty?” she says.

“Fucking twenty more like,” I says and I rummaged in my pocket, “I got seventeen pounds and eighty three pence,” I says.

“No way!” Doreen protests and then I produced a twenty.

“Oh go on Dor,” Sheila says, “He’s only got a little cock and he comes ever so quick.”

“Oh all right then,” says Doreen and she pulls her G string to one side and expects me to fuck her standing up in Timothy Whites’ chemist’s shop doorway.

“We can’t fuck here!” I says.

“Only take a minute, if we all stand round no one will see.” Sheila says, “Get on with it.”

I fished me tool out and rubbered up with a Durex, Doreen hauls up the hem of her skirt about an inch and I bends me knees and pushes upwards and eases inside her, she was all tight and warm and fucking lovely, “Oh that’s so fucking good!” I says and I humped her about twice and then, “Oh fuck!” I says and me balls are crinkling and there’s that feeling like there’s a red hot steel rod down the eye of your cock and it needs cooling and quite suddenly, “Oh fucking hell no!” I shot me load.

“Pound a second, that’s better than Merchant bankers!” Sheila chuckled.

“Very funny,” I said as me tool shrank.

“I wish my Ted was more like you,” Doreen said, “He keeps me pinned to the counterpaine for half an hour some times trying to get off.”

“Stick the whole fucking knife in why don’t you,” I suggested sarcastically as I chucked the spunked up rubber in the corner and cleaned me tool on me hanky, and they all laughed every fucking one of them.

I zippered up, “Fuck the lot of you!” I said and I staggered off up the hill, which was daft because our house is the other way.

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We had to wait till we sobered up on Sunday before we could get round the shop again to have another word in fucking Kuptar’s shell like.

“Look here’s the deal,” Nobby told Kuptar, “First off fucking Imran pays fucking maintenance for our Sheila’s kid.”

“If the DNA says he is Imran’s we shall talk!” Kuptar replies.

“Indeed,” Mrs Kuptar agrees, “Perhaps we shall adopt the child.”

“Fucking marry our Sheila more like!” Nobby says.

“Be reasonable,” says Kuptar playing for time.

“And second I want’s a crack at your fucking Amina,” Nobby says.

“No!” Kuptar protests, “I cannot let a rough fellow like you associate with my daughter, she is pure!”

“I want’s to fuck her not fucking associate!” Nobby says.

“Associate is Bungla for fuck mate,” Al says helpfully.

“You stupid fellow,” Kuptar retorts, “I do not even want you in the same room as my daughter!” he rants.

“Phone sex?” I suggests, old Kuptar nearly busts a blood vessel but the there is a screech of tyres and Imran and a couple of cousins turns up.

“Ah my boys!” Kuptar exclaims as they burst in like the heroes in a bad Bollywood cop movie, “Please escort these gentlemen from my shop.”

I never knew what hit me, there was this cousin I never saw before and then I just went out like a light, but Nobby was made of better stuff, seems like Imran belted Nobby in the gut and Nobby puked all over his arm and then smacked Imran on the nose busting it and sending him sprawling, then like a true English gentleman Nobby legged it as fast as any eighteen stone fat bastard can leg it and headed for home, leaving Al to whack Imran’s cousin in the face with a ice cold two litre bottle of Coke he planned to buy and to dodge the other cousin and leg it after Nobby leaving me on the deck out cold.

I come round in the back room of the shop, “It seems you are not a fighting man Mr Allthwaite?” Kuptar says.

“For fucks sake,” I says checking me jaw and teeth, “That was out of order.”

“You’re alive aren’t you?” Imran snaps.

“Just a fucking bout,” I says, “No thanks to you!”

“You should have let Freddie finish him off!” Imran ranted.

“What’s fucking stopping you,” I asked.

“Mr Allthwaite we are peaceful men,” Kuptar said, “We are not roused easily but you have been warned.”

“I’ll bring a fucking gun next time,” I told him.

“Try it,” that Imran cunt says and next thing there’s a fucking AK47 barrel pointing at me head, fucking Kalashnikov no less.

“Right,” I says, “Good point.”

“Freddy!” Kuptar whined, and had a real go at him in Urdu or some such, “You idiot!”

“Look, no skin off my nose,” I says, “Loads of folk got guns, me dad’s got a Lee Enfield in the shed.”

“What is this?” this girl asks and I saw Amina’s face through the face hole in the tent she wore.

“Fucking hell,” I exclaimed, “You gone all religious?”

“No,” she replied sadly, “Go home John,” she said and added, “Don’t come back!”

“Christ you changed,” I said remembering how she used to leap about playing Netball at school in a short skirt flashing her knickers when she was in year ten before her tits developed.

“Go!” she said.

I didn’t need a second telling, I stood up wobbled a bit and headed out the back door down the yard and out into the back alley where I had a quick look back before I legged it for home.

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“Fucking cunt’s got guns!” I told Al and Nobby later.

“So’ve we,” Al says.

“Fucking Lee Enfield from Bore War,” I says.

“Fucking good gun that,” Nobby says.

“We can’t fucking carry that down the street can we?” I explained, “Not without getting fucking arrested.”

“Good point,” Nobby says, “Better cut the fucking barrel off.”

“Don’t be a fucking dick head,” Al says, “You wants a fucking mallet.”

“Iron bar,” I says.

“Fucking half shaft!” Al says and laughs.

“Right,” I agrees, “Fucking Land Rover half shaft, you got a busted one haven’t you Al?”

“I got a spare good one Johnno,” Al says, “Fucking hell we could twat some bastard and stick the shaft back in and the cunts wouldn’t never be able to find the weapon.”

“Fucking truck wouldn’t work though would it,” Nobby says.

“Four wheel drive just use the diff lock,” I says.

“Fucking hell, fucking half shaft against a fucking gun,” Al says.

“Fucking guns more like,” I says.

“Well I’m up for it!” Nobby says, like a true dick head.

“What?” I says.

“Twatting that cousin what decked you,” Nobby says.

“Yeah,” I said uncertainly, “That bastard needs a muzzle.”

“Three months in fucking traction more like,” Al said, “Any one fancy another?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“Good lad, mine’s a Stella, oh and a pack of nuts,” Nobby added so I had me wallet out again getting a round in.

“Thing is,” Nobby said, “By the time we’ve had enough Stella to be up for it we are too pissed to do anything.”

“Fucking right,” I agreed, “Saturday morning.”

That’s why we went round fucking Kuptar’s gaff again on Saturday morning, just to sort fucking Imran out, see Al busted the half shaft on his Land Rover and bought a pair off of Ebay so he had a spare so there we fucking were half past fucking six in the morning sat in Al’s Land Rover
waiting for the shop to open with a spare half shaft wrapped in a towel.

It was about quarter to seven when the door opened and Amina looked out and stuck the sign outside, the sun was shining and she looked really stupid in head to toe robes like a pantomime Virgin Mary out of the nativity.

“Come on!” I shouts and I grabs the half shaft and legs it for the shop, fucking Amina sees us coming and screams.

“No, please No!” she squeals but I was past her and through the shop, “No!” she squeals, “Papa!”

I burst in the kitchen, fuck! they was all there, the whole fucking tribe with this white bearded bastard sat there and the whole fucking table was loaded with stuff in brown paper wrappers, and bits of mobile phones , fucking dildoes and a butt plug and all sorts of crap.

“Fuck!” I wailed, “What the fuck!”

“Where’s fucking Imran?” Nobby asked.

“Which cunt twatted you?” Al asked.

“It’s a fucking bomb factory you dopey cunts,” I says and I saw the bearded fucker move like he had ideas about drawing a gun or summat, anyway the towel was off and I smacked that fucker right in the chops with the splined end of the half shaft, he screamed like a stuck pig and fell off of his chair.

They was all a bit slow to react but they was fucking coming to life already, fucking Kuptar looked like he shit his self and there was half a dozen other fuckers sat around panicking.

“No!” Kuptar shouted, “Imran no!”

Imran had the Kalashnikov in his hand, only bit of luck was he didn’t know the safety was off and he stuck it back on by mistake, I swung the half shaft at him, clang I reckon it put a dent in that Kalashnikov barrel anway he dropped it like it was red hot and then all the other fuckers was legging it, they pinned poor old Nobby against the wall and shoved Al back into the shop and fucking legged it, some out the back some through the shop, then there was just Imran, Kuptar and me, oh and the bearded fucker blabbing in Urdu about his busted face.

“Fucks sake Johnno,” Nobby says, “Fucking hell!”

I just stared and then Amina came in, “Now look what you’ve done!” she screamed.

“It is ok,” Kuptar said.

“What the fuck is this!” I yelled.

“Bombs,” Amina said, “My stupid brother has religion.”

“Kill the infidels!” says the bearded fucker so I twatted him with the half shaft again and thirty pounds of high tensile steel was no match for his bony skull and he went down and stayed down.

“W’what are you going to do?” asked Kuptar.

“Well,” says Nobby, “How about our Sheila?”

“What?” says Kuptar.

“That cunt got our fucking Sheila up the duff,” Nobby exclaimed.

“Are you mad?” Amina screeches, “The Imman is dying, the table is covered with bombs and you want my brother to marry a prostitute!”

“Yep,” Nobby says, “Got it in one!”

“Agghhh,” squeals Amina, “I am calling the Police!”

“Hey don’t be too hasty,” Al says, blocking her way, “Some of this is dodgy.”

“You idiot!” Amina squeals, “These are bombs, not fake designer handbags!”

“Fucking hell,” I says looking at the stuff on the table, fucking vibrating fucking dildo cut open with some yellow paste stuff and some electrics stuffed in it, “Hey do these go where I think they go?” I asked.

“Fuck you Allthwaite,” Imran snarled.

“What up their asses?” Nobby asks.

“Looks like it,” Al adds, “Or their cunts.”

Amina slaps him round the face, “I am pure!” she wailed.

“You poor bitch,” I said, “You want to get out more.”

“That’s what I been saying,” Nobby says, “You and me how about it?”

“I should rather fuck Allthwaite at least it would be quick!” Amina snapped.

“Who told you?” I asked and she blushed and Imran worked out how the safety worked aimed the Kalashnikov at Nobby and let fly, he missed by a fucking mile and sent a line of bullet holes across the wall and ceiling and busted one of the light fittings.

“Fuck!” he said as he ran out of bullets.

“I fucking warned you,” I said and I smashed the half shaft down on his right wrist, he screamed, “Fucking pack it in,” I said.

“The police!” Kuptar protested and then Mrs Kuptar turned up in her nightie to see what was up, a short nightie about nine inches above her knee, loads of cleavage totally different to the tent she wore in the shop.

“Mama!” Amina protested, “You are not dressed.”

“Dressed, who cares,” the mother protested, “I heard shooting!”

“Car backfired!” Al lied unconvincingly.

“And those are woodworm holes?” the mother asked pointing at the ceiling.

“Death watch beetle,” I said, “Look we don’t give a fuck about guns and that we just wants that fucker to do right by Nobby’s Sheila.

“What?” the mother asks.

“That cunt got our Sheila up the duff!” Nobby explains, “We just want’s what she’s due.”

“What?” Kuptar asks, “You don’t care?”

“No,” I agreed, “If that cunt does right by Sheila that’s it.”

“Marry the prostitute Imran,” Amina says, “Say you’ll marry the prostitute.”

“I have promised cousin Mustafa!” Kuptar announces.

“Oh yes, your promises,” Amina agreed, “He promised me to his brothers eldest!”

“Fuck!” I said, “That’s fucking rough, what in fucking Bungla?”

“No Bradford!” she said, “He’s so old!” she said, “Like thirty!”

“He is a Surgeon!” Kuptar insisted.

“Without a UK passport,” Amina countered, “And a homosexual!”

“Look,” I says and pointed at the bearded fucker, “Maybe we should get that bastard a doctor?”

“Bit late Johnno,” Nobby said, “Smells like he shit his self, fuckers does that when they dies.”

I looked, he didn’t look too lively but he hadn’t stopped bleeding, so maybe he was ok.

“Lock the shop door Amina,” Kuptar insisted, then he asked, “What shall we do?”

“Any ideas Nobby, Al?” I asked.

“Sort out that crap on the table,” Al suggested.

“Fair enough,” I agreed, “You like the IRA or something?” I asked.

“Yes, a little,” Kuptar agreed.

“So what’s the crack?” Nobby asks.

“They are going to blow up an aeroplane on 9th November,” Amina announced.

“Amina enough!” Kuptar snapped.

“Oh not my father or brother,” Amina sneered, “Oh no they are in it for the money.”

“Amina enough!” Kuptar protested.

“They don’t care that people will die,” she said.

“Infidels!” Imran added.

“You want another tap, cunt?” I asked, he shook his head, “Then fucking button it then,” I told him.

I eye balled the stuff on the table, “So what is it?” I asked, “RDX?”

“Semtex,” Imran said, “And there are mobile telephone timers.”

I eyeballed the stuff in the table, “Where?” I asked.

“There,” Imran pointed to a circuit board.

“That’s just a 555 timer and and on off switch,” I told him, after all I did know a bit about electronics.

“No, it is a reciever!” Imran protested.

“No,” I said, “Just a timer,” I said and he bloody fainted.

“You fucking idiots!” Nobby said, “You could have blown the whole gaff up!”

“Fucking gaff, they would have blown themselves up,” I countered, “I guess they was going to hide this lot up their jacksies.”

“And leave it on the plane,” Kuptar agreed.

“Blow themselves up,” Al agreed.

“No they fly to Paris,” Amina explained, “Charles de Gaul and switch the receivers on and flush the explosives down the lavatory before they come in to land at Heathrow, then they detonate them remotely over London when the plane continues to New York!”

“Not with that set up you dopey cunt,” I says,”That’s just a timer and you’d blow up with it!”

“Fuck!” says Nobby, “Better than being married to our Sheila,” he adds, “Being dead like.”

“Ok, Imran will pay maintenance,” Kuptar agreed.

“What about Amina?” Nobby says, “How about pictures later?”

“Well?” I asks Kuptar.

“Yes you may go Amina.” Kuptar agrees.

“Not with that fat bastard,” Amina says.

“Who then?” I asks, “Al?”

“Don’t you fancy me then Johnno?” she asks.

“Here just a minute!” I says.

“But don’t you see if I am not a virgin I can no longer marry my cousin!” Amina pointed out, “And with such a little cock and so little staying power.”

“You fucking bitch,” I says, “Sod the pictures lets go upstairs right now!”

“Amina No!” Kuptar says but she smiles through the window in her black tent and takes my hand.

I hands the half shaft to Nobby, “You know what to do!” I says and I follows Amina upstairs.

Seems she only had a bra on under that great tent and pretty quick she was on the bed with her legs apart and I was struggling out of me trousers with me cock straining like a foxhound with the scent.

She looked bloody good, all tight where she should have been, no flab nor nothing and pretty soon I was on her, kissing and pretty soon her legs was spread wide and I eased my tool up against her hymen and pushed and busted her wide open, she screamed and I felt this sudden surge of power and I shafted her real hard about twice and me balls exploded and of course I cummed before I knew.

“Agghhh, oh?” she said.

“Sorry,” I says.

“Is that all?” she says as I pulled out leaving her all sticky up inside.

“Afraid so,” I says.

“No!” she says, “It can’t be!”

“Life is hard and then you die,” I said comfortingly, and went to find my Y fronts where I kicked them under the bed.

“No!” she said and she laid into me all punching and that and then I was holding her wrists and she was right in front of me and her eyes was like shining and me tool started getting hard again.

“Ok, you win round two,” I says all seductive like and pushes her on the bed.

He slipped in all easy like this time, she groaned more than screamed, then her legs was wrapped round me and her hands was on me ass dragging me into her, it wasn’t like usual when the bint wanted me off so she could get the next John in, there was no panic.

“Amina, are you all right!” her mother called.

“Better than all right, worth fifty quid easy,” I says and fuck me if fucking Imran didn’t bust in the room, he had his shoulder to the door not realising we forgot to lock it and he come in like a rocket and twatted the wardrobe with his head and went down like a sack of King Edwards.

“You idiot!” Amina said, “Why do you call me a whore?”

I told her, “It’s like a compliment!”

“You call me a whore as a compliment!” she says.

“What you want, you want me to say ‘I love you,’ or something?” I asks.

“You could,” she said.

“You fuck like that and I reckon I could.” I says.

“Say it,” she says.

“Fuck it I’m cumming again,” I says, “Bollocks!” and my balls were churning and the spunk was rushing down my cock and she was gasping and everything went green and purple for a while.

“Fuck,” I said and I kissed her head.

“That was much better,” she muttered, “Will you let me up?”

“You want to go to the pictures sometime?” I asked automatically.

“No, my father does not allow,” she said automatically and then, “Yes,” she gasps delightedly, “Yes I am a bad girl now!”

“Aw my head,” Imran groans.

“Fuck off out of it eh wanker?” I says, “Your sister and me is right in the middle of a fuck fest!”

I expected the ‘Die infidel,’ crap but instead he stares at me, “What about the guns?” he says.

“What a fucking bout them?” I asks.

“Idiots!” he squeals and he legs it back downstairs, then he comes back up, “He says I must kill you!” he says, “The Imman!”

“So?” I enquires, “So what?”

“So I must kill you!” he says.

“Don’t be an idiot all your life Imran,” Amina says, “Where is he?”

“He has gone, they have gone, everyone has gone, just Papa and me and you left.” he said.

“Ok,” I says and starts pulling my kit on,

Amina was struggling back into her tent, “Hey,” I says, “No way am I having my bird wearing that crap!”

She smiled, maybe she liked the idea of being my bird, “I have some old stuff,” she said and she hunted down some jeans and a sweater and she looked quite tasty.

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Tony Mulholland was stood outside Kuptar’s shop and Sgt Fforbes was inside with a couple of blokes from the CID.

“Where the fuck have you been/” Tony asked, “Fforbes is doing his nut.”

“Fair do’s,” I said, “We’re doing you a favour remember.”

“They’re inside.” he said.

I went in, Amina was bent over the shop counter while one of the CID lads fucked her from behind while she sucked the other bastards dick, it wasn’t quite your electric blue as the poor bastard had to stand on a pile of News of the Worlds to make himself high enough.

“Where the fuck have you been Allthwaite!” Sgt Fforbes demanded.

“Oi, I’m doing you the fucking favour!” I reminded him, “What you want anyway?”

“Fifteen hundred,” Fforbes said.

“What?” I asked.

“Twelve fifty then,” he said.

“What the fuck for/” I asked.

“Three Kalshnikovs, a box of Semtex, four Tesco value brand mobile phones, detonators.” Fforbes listed.

“And what the fuck would I want with them?” I asked.

“Well,” Sgt Fforbes said, “You’re always saying you reckon when you get peophiles you should stick a stick of semtex up their ass and light the fuse.”

“That’s drink talking,” I says.

“And terrorists,” he says.

“Fair do’s,” I agree.

“Now’s your chance.” He says.

“Fuck that.” I says, “Your mate’s screwing me bird bareback.”

“You don’t own me!” Amina says as the bloke’s cock drops out her mouth.

“Dead right,” I says.

“He has ten times the staying power,” she says.

“You’ll wish he didn’t when you’re red raw from fucking later on,” I replied.

“Fucking hell Allthwaite,” Fforbes says, “Can you shift this lot or not?”

“Perhaps,” I says, “Semtex, dets, any timers?” I asked.

“Loads of crap,” Fforbes says, “We’ll be doing fucking paperwork from now till Christmas if we has to take this fucking lot down the station.”

“Right,” I agrees, “Twenty quid, final answer.”

“Don’t be a twat,” Fforbes snarles, “That’s not even a round of drinks.”

“Twenty quid and we dump the whole lot,” I offered.

“Here,” says Al suddenly, “We could stick them AK47s on Ebay.”

“Say they’re replicas!” I laughed.

“Yeah, give the fuckers a shock when they finds they aint!”

To be continued?

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One of the trainers came over and handed me a hat and a tee shirt, both signifying we were Superbowl Champions. I tossed my helmet to the side, placing the cap on my head, I threw the tee shirt over my shoulder. Even though I had been fortunate enough to win a National Championship in college, that moment was pale compared to this one.
The party on the field lasted for close to an hour, the team being awarded the trophy, Josh being named Superbowl MVP for his performance. Finally the entire team was huddled in the locker room behind closed doors, Coach Reed stepped up to address everyone.

“I can’t tell you guys how proud I am of you, I feel blessed to be standing in this room. I have been coaching for……… close to thirty years, this is the greatest night of my life. All year long, you guys played your hearts out, you never quit. You played hurt, you played sick, it didn’t matter. I love you guys, I will never forget this night…”, he said, choking up.

Several of the other coaches spoke briefly, then Coach Reed took control of the floor once more.

“Where the fuck is Stevens ?”, he said, scanning the crowd.

I was on his far right in the back, I slowly raised my hand.

“Son, I fined you fifteen hundred for missing bed check, you tossed a ball to a fan, that cost you five grand, then you get an celebration penalty, that’s another twenty five hundred. Just what the fuck were you thinking son ?”, he asked, an amused look on his face.

Everyone roared in laughter, then turned to me, obviously waiting on my response. I don’t know where it came from, I just blurted it out.

“I was just so excited Coach, I’m going to Disneyland.”, I stated.

The room exploded in laughter, everyone had seen the commercials a million times. He just waved his hand at me, shook his head, turned and walked off. Everyone moved towards their respective lockers to begin cleaning up for the press conference. I showered quickly, dressed then reported to the trainer, who put my finger in another splint, then wrapped my entire hand in a bandage. I took more pain medication and although my hand did hurt, I didn’t feel it near as badly as I should have. I was the second player up on the podium after Josh, I wanted to get back to the hotel quickly. I stepped up and pointed to the first man with his hand up.

“Brian, you had a three touchdown game, probably your best as a pro, can you tell us how you feel ?”, he asked.

“I’m not sure, it’s going to take some time for this to sink in.”, I answered.

“Brian, we noticed you left the game just before half, then returned in the second half. I see your hand bandaged now, can you tell us what happened ?”, another reporter asked.

“During the scramble for the fumble near the goal line, I injured my hand. It turned out to be two small broken bones, nothing serious, I was able to stay in the game.”, I replied.

“The option year of your contract is coming up, after the past two seasons, you’re going to be one of the most sought after free agents in football, are you already looking for a long term deal with your present team ?”, a man in the back row asked.

“Honestly, it’s never been brought up. I’ll leave that to my agent, right now it’s time to celebrate.”, I said, stepping off of the podium.

I moved quickly through the crowd to the second of two buses parked at the rear of the building, I knew it would leave first. After about a ten minute wait, the bus pulled out and made the short ride to our hotel. It was close to eleven o’clock at night when we pulled up, the place was packed with wall to wall fans celebrating our victory. I took my time getting off of the bus, then signed several autographs as I made my way into the lobby.

I quickly climbed into an open elevator, then made my way up to the sixth floor to see everyone. I exited the elevator and made my way towards Alexis’ room, stopping at Ashley’s room, the door was opened. I stuck my head in to see Ashley, Alexis and Jeff all sitting together.

“Briannnnnn….”, Alexis squealed, jumping into my arms.

Everyone ran to me at once, I was holding on to Alexis with my right hand, her lips were all over me. One by one each congratulated me on the win, both Alexis and Ashley had tears in their eyes. Ashley walked over to me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her lips in my ear.

“God, I so wish your father was here to see this. It would have been his ultimate dream come true.”, she whispered, between sobs.

“I know Ash, but he knows, he knows.”, I said softly, comforting her.

“How’s your hand ?”, she asked, stepping back, wiping her eyes.

“Two broken bones, the little finger. I’ll get a cast Tuesday or Wednesday.”, I replied.

“Does it hurt much ?”, she asked, softly touching my injured hand.

“No, not too bad.”, I responded.

We all sat together for a while, then went down to a large night club that was in the hotel itself. We sat there for a few hours, celebrating, until finally my hand got the best of me. I excused myself from the group telling everyone I needed some medication, then some rest. Alexis quickly offered to walk me back up, admitting she was tired herself. She gave me a quick kiss, then got off on her floor. I went up to my own room, undressed and went to bed. The next morning we were due back for a half day media day, I decided to skip it, taking a late flight back. I was due at the orthopedic doctor on Wednesday morning to have my hand set. I arrived back home about ten o’clock Monday night, I was exhausted. I stayed in bed all day Tuesday, the long season had taken its toll on me. Alexis flew back in Tuesday night late, I was already in bed by the time she got back to her place.

I had an appointment at the team orthopedic specialist Wednesday morning for ten o’clock, I arrived about twenty minutes early. The waiting room was rather crowded, I checked in with the nurse.

“May I see your Driver’s License and Insurance Card please ?’, she asked.

I handed her both of the cards she had asked for, she copied my license information, then checked the card the team had given me.

“You’re on the team ?”, she asked.

“Yes ma’am.”, I replied.

“Oh geez, you’re the dunk guy, number eighty nine.”, she shouted.

“Yes ma’am.”, I answered.

Within minutes I was signing just about every object imaginable in a doctor’s office. After about a ten to fifteen minute wait, I was called back for x rays. After taking several shots of my hand, I was led to one of the rooms to wait for the doctor. Several minutes later, an older grey haired doctor, walked into the room.

“Hello Brian, I’m Doctor Perry, it’s a pleasure to meet you. Congratulations on the win, you played very well.”, he told me shaking my hand.

“Thank you sir.”, I replied.

He took the x rays out of the envelop he was carrying, sticking them on the large viewing screen on the wall. He quickly showed me the two fractured sections of my hand, it was amazing a small fracture like that could hurt so much.

“The good news is that you won’t require any surgery. I will cast the hand, in six weeks or so, you will be good as new.”, he stated.

“Thanks Doc.”, I responded.

“Come with me.”, he asked.

I followed him to a large room, which in some ways looked like an operating room. He asked me to jump up on one of the tables that were in the center of the room, which I did.

“My cast tech will be here in a few minutes, she will set your hand. I want to see you back here in two weeks for x rays. Do you need anything for pain ?”, he asked.

“No, not really Doc.”

He left the room, wishing me well, closing the door behind him. About five minutes or so later, an extremely attractive young women, dressed in medical scrubs and a white lab coat came in the room.

“So, apparently I get to cast a celebrity today ?”, she asked, smiling, her teeth brilliant white.

“Nah, just a dumb football player.”, I laughed back.

For the next hours or so, she constructed a rigid cast on my hand, taking the time to read the x rays carefully, positioning my hand in just the right manner. After she was done, I went back to x ray to make sure everything was lined up perfectly, which it was. I checked in with the nurse on the way out and made an appointment for my next visit. Even though I needed groceries, I decided to wait until later when Alexis was available, I knew she needed to go as well. I went straight back to my complex, taking a nap until three in the afternoon. When I woke, I called Alexis at work, she was out of the office. She called me an hour or so later, I was watching TV.

“Hey, what are you doing ?”, she asked.

“Waiting for you to come home so you can take me to the grocery store.”, I answered.

“Oh you are ?”, she laughed.

“Yep.”

“So, I’m guessing you’re going to milk this hand thing for all it’s worth huh ?’, she laughed.

“You got it.”, I shot back.

“I’ll see you about five.”, she giggled, hanging up.

I got dressed and was ready when she knocked on the door. She had already changed from her work clothes into jeans, sneakers and a knit top. As always, she made you do a double take, it was inevitable. We took my car, it was larger, having a bigger trunk. We arrived at the grocery shortly after six, I grabbed a buggy, then turned to Alexis.

“You need a buggy too ?”, I asked.

“Nope, I just need a few things, I’ll throw them in yours.”, she answered.

We walked down the aisles, I was tossing thing in the basket, Alexis was just watching me. After several minutes, I just had to ask.

“What’s wrong ?”

“Uh, don’t you check prices on anything ?”, she asked.

“No, not really.”, I replied.

“Must be nice to have money.”, she laughed.

We went down one aisle, then up the next. We were on our fourth aisle, when the inevitable happened. The couple in front of us recognized me, stopping and asking for an autograph. Word quickly spread thru the store, at one point I had a half dozen people waiting. We finally were able to make our way to the check out line, then exit the store. Alexis helped me load the groceries in the trunk, then volunteered to drive home. I quickly tossed her the car keys, then opened the driver’s door for her.

“Such a gentleman.”, she said softly, winking at me as she got behind the wheel.

I walked around and got in on the passenger side, pushing the seat back as far as it could go. Alexis started up the car and we pulled out fo the lot heading back to our complex. She helped me carry all of the groceries up the steps to my unit, which I really appreciated, it was tough being one handed. She helped me put everything away, then took the few things she had gotten for herself back to her place. She returned a few minutes later, plopping down on the sofa.

“Man work was a killer today, I am way behind.”, she told me.

“I’m off for close to five months.”, I laughed.

“Oh yea, rub it in why don’t you ?”, she said, sarcastically.

“How about I take you out to dinner tonight, Madame. ?”, I asked.

“Oh you do know how to make points, don’t you ?”, she laughed.

We decided on a small quiet restaurant near our place, it was nothing fancy. We enjoyed a nice quiet meal, then went back to my place. Since I was due back at the practice facility the following morning and Alexis at PSA, we called it an early night.

The next morning I got up and reported to the practice facility for nine o’clock in the morning. We had to clean out lockers, return uniforms and sign out with the trainers. Due to the fact I was injured, I would not be able to due the latter. By nine thirty or so, almost everyone was in the building, the mood as upbeat as I had ever seen it. The staff had set up huge garbage cans in the center of the locker room, I was amazed at the items being tossed out. Brand new shoes, receiving gloves, game worn shoes, towels, practice gear. I finally had a great idea, which was not something that occurred often.

“Hey , hey everybody.”, I shouted.

“Anyone throwing out anything game worn, please take it out, autograph it and bring it to me. I will hold a raffle for my foundation, we need the help.”, I yelled.

Within a matter of twenty minutes, I had dozens of game worn shoes, game worn gloves, a few jerseys, towels and wristbands, all autographed by the players that had worn them. Josh walked over handing me both the shoes and helmet he had worn in the Super Bowl, both autographed. It was extremely generous of him, the helmet would have to be paid for, it was team property. Several other players then stepped forward as well, handing me similar items. When the day was over, I had close to one hundred fifty items, all autographed by team members. I had one of the assistant trainers load all of the items in a van, then paid him to drive them to my complex the following day.

I arrived back at home around two o’clock, I carried all of my gear back up the steps to my unit. For the time being, I stored everything in the extra bedroom, I would put the signed gear for my foundation in there as well. I called Ms. Claire Simpson, who was the only full time employee of the foundation. She was a retired school teacher, I had met her when she was doing volunteer work at Children’s Hospital. I offered her the position, which really didn’t pay very much, she graciously accepted. She was basically responsible for handling the details for the foundation’s business, then running the paper work back and forth to the attorneys. I informed her of the items I had received, she suggested that we hold an auction inviting some of the players. With the sudden superstar status we all had, due to the Super Bowl victory, she felt we could make a very tidy sum. She promised to get the ball rolling, then call me back to finalize the details.

I was considering taking a short trip back home to unwind, get out of the city for a while. The only thing was, I hated to be away from Alexis, I knew she had just taken a week off herself, I doubted she could go again. She called me on her way home from work, telling me she had picked up some Chinese take out for dinner, I was to come down to her place. I took a shower, changed clothes, then made my way down to her unit. I let myself in, she was in the kitchen making two plates. I sat down on the sofa, she came in with my plate and drink. She went back to the kitchen, then returned with hers.

“So what’s on your calender for the next few months ?”, she asked.

I told her about the idea I had for the auction, then mentioned I would like to go home for maybe a week or two. I could sense from her reaction to the latter, it was a sensitive subject with her. In three weeks we were going to ber measured for our Super Bowl rings, so I had to be in town for that. On top of all that, my landlord was due back from Spain in four months, I would have to give up the condo.

“Well, do you think maybe before you go back home, we could spend a weekend together in Santa Monica ?”, she asked softly, with a smile.

“What’s in Santa Monica ?’, I asked, curiously.

“My mother.”, she replied, “I want you to meet her.”

I was taken a bit by surprise, this really came out of left field. Never had Alexis mentioned anything to me about her mother.

“Of course we can, I would love to meet your mother.”, I answered.

“Good, how about this weekend ?”, she laughed.

“That’s fine with me.”, I answered.

We made plans to leave Friday night after Alexis got off work, it was a little over two hours away. I was packed and ready to go by the time Alexis got home, she had taken care of all of the details. We took my car, she once again offering to drive.

The traffic was rather bad, the drive took almost three hours, before we were exiting the freeway to her mother’s house. Alexis navigated the streets like a pro, she was in her old hometown. She pointed out the local high school she had attended as a teenager, then several other familiar hang outs as we passed them. We finally pulled up to a neat, but really worn home, the white building badly in need of paint.

As we got out of the car, the older lady next door, who was watering her lawn, yelled over to Alexis.

“Alex, how are you darling ? It’s great to see you.”, she shouted.

Alexis motioned me over, making sure I followed her to the neighbor’s yard. The two women greeted each other with a warm hug, obviously it had been a while since they had seen each other.

“Miss Mabel, this is Brian Stevens, a friend of mine.”, she said, introducing me.

The older lady had a huge smile on her face as she looked me up and down, then finally extending her hand to me.

“I like your choice of friends Alexis, he is adorable. Big as hell too.”, she laughed.

“Thank you ma’am. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”, I told her.

“Oh, he’s polite too. Better keep him close darling, I gotta believe he’s in demand.”, she laughed, holding Alexis’ arm.

They talked for a few seconds, then we made our way back to her mother’s house, up to the front porch. Alexis knocked on the door, then opened it slowly, called out to her mother.

“Mai.”, she shouted.

I heard a scream from the back of the house, then rapid foot steps on the hard wood floors. Within seconds, a dark haired, short pretty woman, wearing an apron came running into the room wrapping her arms around Alexis. She was in tears, it was apparent she was overjoyed to see her only daughter.

“Anh yeu em”, the older woman kept saying.

Finally they broke their embrace, both of them wiping tears from their cheeks.

“Mom, I want you to meet Brian Stevens.”, she said softly, “Brian, this is my mother, Mai.”

“It’s very nice to meet you Mai, I have heard alot about you.”, I said, softly shaking the woman’s hand.

“Hello Brian, nice to meet you too.”, she answered, bowing slightly.

I told Alexis to stay with her mom, I went back to get the luggage. Even though she had told me we were going to stay at her mother’s house, I was unsure of the exact arrangements. The last thing I wanted to do was offend her mother the very first time we met. I made two trips to the car, I finally had all four bags stacked neatly in the front room. Alexis came back in the room, telling me to grab the bags and follow her. I did as I was told, going down a short hall to a room which was quite obviously Alexis’ when she was growing up. The room had wall to wall trophies, certificates, plaques and photos of Alexis playing ball. I placed the bags on the bed, noticing it was only a single, then leaned over and asked quietly.

“Where am I staying ?”

Alexis directed me down to the end of the hall, to another small bedroom, with a single bed as well. I set my bag down on the bed as well.

“I hope you don’t mind Brian, my mother is a bit old fashioned.”, she whispered softly.

“Not at all.”, I said, quickly kissing her lips.

We went back into the small living room where we sat down and I basically listened to the two women catch up on what was happening to each other. The whole time Alexis was talking to her mother, the older woman would keep moving her eyes toward me, then smile when I noticed her looking. My father always told me, one day a girl will take you home to meet her parents, earning their trust will be extremely difficult. It’s hard for parents to think any man is good enough for their daughter. After an hour or so, Alexis suggested we get ready for bed, it was getting late.

The following morning, I was up early for some reason, it was barely past five o’clock. As I laid in bed, I heard someone walking through the house, I thought Alexis might be up. I opened the door to my bedroom, then followed the noise to the kitchen. Alexis’ mother was already up and dressed, scurrying about the small room.

“Oh, good morning Mai, I thought Alexis was up.”, I said.

“No, she sleep late all the time. You want coffee ?”, she asked.

“Yes, please.”, I answered.

It was clear to see where Alexis got her looks from, her mother was very pretty. What surprised me was she still had a heavy Vietnamese dialect which was surprising considering she had been raised in the United States. She quickly poured me a cup of coffee, asking me to sit down at the small kitchen table. She handed me the cup, then went back to preparing what appeared to be a big meal, I wasn’t exactly sure. I was on my second cup of coffee when Alexis walked into the kitchen rubbing her eyes. She had a short robe on, tied at the waist with a tee shirt on underneath. I made sure I didn’t stare at her in front of her mother, I was on my best behavior.

“Morning Mom.”, Alexis said, kissing the woman on her cheek.

Her mother quickly got her to sit down across from me and poured another cup of coffee for her daughter. It was apparent, Alexis was the most important thing in Mai’s life, the older woman was on cloud nine.
She buzzed around the kitchen, the two of them talking non stop.

We drove into town around noon, I followed Alexis and her mother in and out of different shops, they were having a great time. We ate at a nice restaurant in town, then did some more shopping. Alexis bought her mother a few articles of clothing, even though the woman objected the entire time. I could tell though, Mai was proud of Alexis, her daughter was a very beautiful, successful business woman. We finally arrived back at her mother’s house around five that evening. As soon as I entered the door, the smell coming from the kitchen was incredible. Mai quickly ran into the kitchen, donning her apron, resuming her task.

About an hour later we sat down to an incredible dinner, it was absolutely the best asian food I had ever eaten. Mai was indeed a great cook, something I’m sure she had learned from her mother.

“You like ?”, she asked.

“Yes ma’am, very much.”, I answered.

“She, no wanted to learn to cook, she only wanted to play ball.”, Mai laughed, pointing to Alexis.

“Mom, I can cook…….a little.”, Alexis said, almost apologetically.

Her mother laughed, shaking her head at me as much as if to say, don’t pay any attention to her. Alexis helped her mother clean up the kitchen, then both of them rejoined me in the living room. They made plans to attend church the following morning, something I was not accustomed to. I was told sevices would be at nine in the morning, so once again, we went to bed relatively early.

I woke up the next morning about seven thirty, got dressed and was ready to go by eight o’clock, Alexis and her mom joined me about thirty minutes later, we took my car then drove a few miles to a very large church. Mai commented several times about how much she liked my car and that I was crazy to let Alexis drive it. All during the drive Alexis and her mother carried on their banter, it was something that I was not familiar with, growing up as I did. In fact, as hard as it was to admit, I was very jealous of the relationship they had, my mother had wanted no part of me. We parked in the large lot next to the church, then walked up the stairs finally sitting in the middle of the large facility.

Within minutes it was obvious, several people had recognized me, I saw several people whispering and pointing. After about an hour and five minute service, the pastor dismissed everyone, the crowd slowly made it’s way through the double doors. The pastor had situated himself at the door of the church, so he could greet the congregation as they exited the church. Both Alexis and I were following her mother through the doors, the pastor greeted her with a smile.

“Good morning Mai, how are you today ?”, he asked with a smile and a soft handshake.

“Father, do you remember my daughter Alexis ?”, she asked.

“Oh my, she was barely a teenager when I last saw her, what a beautiful young woman you have become.”, he told Alexis, shaking her hand as well.

“Thank you Father, this is my friend Brian Stevens, we are in town visiting my mother.”, she answered, introducing me.

The pastor looked up at me, he was a relatively short man, a bit over weight. He extended his hand to mine, then looked up at me.

“You’re not the Brian Stevens who plays for San Diego are you ?”, he asked.

“Yes sir, I am.”, I answered.

“Oh my goodness, what a pleasure it is to meet you. You had an incredible game in the Superbowl, I’m a huge fan.”, he responded.

“Thank you Father.”, I replied.

As we walked towards my car in the parking lot, I couldn’t help but notice Alexis’ mother, walking hand in hand with her daughter. Even though a few hours distanced them on a daily basis, they were very close. Before I could get in the car, several people came over asking for an autograph. Josh had told me once, I think it was on the first day of training camp, even though it can be tedious at times, people following you asking for an autograph or picture, one day they will stop. And as hard as it is to believe, you will miss the attention, so enjoy it now. I signed several articles including the church bulletin, which was a first for me.

We made our way back to Alexis’ mother’s home, changed clothes and were trying to decide on what to get for lunch. Mai suggested fried chicken from the fast food chain just down the road, it didn’t matter to me. I got up to get my keys, but Mai grabbed me by the arm then told me to stay, Alexis could go get the food. I could tell her request surprised Alexis as much as it did me.

“Mom, what are you up to ?”, Alexis asked.

“Nothing, you go. I talk to Brian.”, she requested, waving her hand towards the door.

I handed Alexis some money, she reluctantly headed thru the front door, looking over her shoulder. The car had no sooner left the drive, when her mother made her inrtentions known.

“Brian, you like Alexis very much, yes ?”, she asked, taking my hand in hers.

“Yes ma’am, I do.”, I answered.

“I know she like you too, she talk about you all the time. She tell me how wonderful you are, make her feel special all the time. For a long time she was very different, not very happy. She try to hide from me, but I know, not hard to see when your child in pain. But since she meet you, everything different.”, she started.

“Something happen to her at school, she not think I know, I find out from teacher. Man hurt her very bad, but she no tell me. She very sad all the time, only study and play ball. But now you give me daughter back, I thank you.”, she ended.

“She’s a very special lady, Miss Mai. She means the world to me.”, I answered.

“Did you tell her that, tell her you love her ?’”, she asked, squeezing my hand.

“No, not yet.”, I confessed, “I am afraid that maybe she doesn’t feel the same way, or that maybe she thinks I am moving too fast.”, I replied.

“You tell her very soon, yes ?”, she inquired.

“Yes ma’am I will.”, I promised.

We were still talking as Alexis pulled back into the driveway, her mother got up and went back to her chair. I got up, opened the door for Alexis as she brought the food inside. She looked over at her mother, then back at me.

“What have you two been up to ?”, she asked.

“Nothing, just talk.”, replied Mai, “Bring food into kitchen.”

We followed Mai to the kitchen, the subject was closed for now. We spent several more hours with her mother, finally packing up and heading back home around three o’clock in the afternoon. We were barely on the freeway when Alexis began her interrogation.

“Ok, spill it buddy. What was that all about ?”, she asked.

“All what ?”, I asked, trying to be nonchalant.

“You know what. What did my mother tell you ?”, she demanded.

“Oh, she just wanted to be sure I was treating you right.”, I answered.

“Bullshit, tell me the truth.”, she laughed.

“I am telling you the truth, she was just curious about us. Moms are like that.”, I argued.

“Uh huh.”, she said, I knew she wasn’t buying it.

We were back at the complex, shortly before seven o’clock, I took the luggage upstairs then went to my place to unpack. Several minutes later, Alexis knocked on the door, then walked in.

“Hey, I had a message on my machine from Jessica, she lost your number. She wants to talk to you.”, she told me, handing me the number on a small piece of paper.

I dialed the number without thinking about the time change, I could tell I woke Jessica up.

“Hello.”, she replied, still half asleep.

“Jess, this is Brian Stevens, I’m so sorry, I forgot about the time difference.”, I apologized.

“Oh Brian, it’s ok, I’m glad you called. I wanted to give you the heads up, I will be coming back in about three months. I wanted to give you enough time to find a place.”, she informed me.

“Oh, ok. Thanks Jess, I will start looking right away. I will let you know when I find something, I will try to time my move with yours if that’s ok ?”, I answered.

“That would be great Brian, thanks so much.”, she replied, hanging up.

I closed my phone and tossed it on the sofa, then dropped into the chair behind me.

“Well, I have to find a place to stay, she is coming back in about ninety days.”, I told Alexis.

“Oh really, I thought she would be gone a lot longer.”, she answered.

“I’ll call Cindy tomorrow, see if she knows any real estate people she can hook me up with.”, I said.

I could see Alexis was uneasy about something, I wasn’t sure exactly what it was. I was guessing it might be that we wouldn’t be so close together anymore, this was an ideal situation. She sat down on the sofa next to me, it was like she was trying to think of something to say.

“What’s wrong Alexis ?”, I asked.

“Uh…nothing, I just figured it would still be awhile before she came back.”, she replied.

“Well, I knew it was coming, it’s no big deal. I have the time now to start looking around.”, I offered.

“You uh….want another condo, an apartment, maybe a house ?”, she inquired.

“I’m not positive, but I think I might like a house.”, I told her.

We watched a bit of TV, then around nine o’clock, Alexis told me she was tired, she kissed me goodnight and went home to bed. I was sort of surprised, I was hoping we would sleep together, it had been quite a while since I had held her close. I tried not to appear too disappointed, although I’m not sure I succeeded.

The following morning, I woke up about nine o’clock, showered and dressed. I called Cindy Taylor over at PSA, asking if she knew of a realtor, I could use to find a new home. She told me she had a very good friend in the business, she would call her and give her my number. I thanked her and hung up. It was strange, this being a Monday and I had no place to go. It was less than thirty minutes later when my cell phone rang.

“Mr. Stevens, this is Amanda Mansfield, I’m with ERT Realty, Cindy Taylor asked me to give you a call. How can I help you ?”, she asked.

I explained to her my situation, then listened as she went over several options. She was with one of the largest realtors in southern Californa, she had hundreds of properties listed, as well as access to thousands more. We arranged to meet at her office at two o’clock to set some parameters for the search.

I was early for my appointment, fortunately so was Ms. Mansfiled. She was an middle aged woman, impeccably dressed, extremely professional. She was the type of person who could definitely make you feel you were out of your league.

“Come in Mr. Stevens, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”, she said, shaking my hand.

“Call me Brian, please.”, I asked.

“Very well Brian, I’m Amanda.”, she answered, sitting behind her desk.

She grabbed a huge folder from the right side of her desk, opening it and laying out several smaller folders. She explained to me that she had several directions in which we could go, condo, high end apartment, or single residence. She quickly showed me on the map which were the more desireable sections of town. I was quickly overwhelmed as I knew I would be.

“So do you have any idea on exactly what price range we are working with ?”, she asked.

“I never really thought about it.”, I answered.

“Well that’s going to be the key, when you know that, I can target an area.”, she replied.

“I thought a lot about it, I think I would prefer a house, rather than a condo or apartment.”, I offered.

“Alright, that eliminates a lot of leg work.”, she responded, pushing several folders aside.

She grabbed several different folders then grabbed her keys asking me to follow her. We went out to her vehicle, a beautiful Escalade, then pulled out of the parking lot. During the next few hours, I looked at homes in Escondido, La Mesa, Pacific Beach and Oceanside. While the homes were absolutely mind boggling, so were the prices. Everything I looked at was over 3 million dollars, one exceeded four. I had no idea I was going to spend that kind of money, it was eye opening. We got back to her office around six thirty, she promised we would see more properties in a few days.

I was home watching TV when Alexis called me, it was around seven thirty. Once agin, she sounded strange, like something was bothering her, she was not her usual self. She told me she was tired, she was planning to go to bed early. What could I say, I wished her a good night’s sleep, then hung up. I was worried, something was bothering her, I made up my mind the next time we were together, I would question her about it.

Most of the following week was dull, Alexis was very busy at work, she was getting home late in the evening. On Thursday, a representative for the company who would make our Super Bowl rings, met with us, measuring the entire team and staff. We would receive our rings in three months at a special event. I got home Thursday evening, I noticed Alexis’ car was in her spot. I stopped by her unit and knocked on the door. She answered the door quickly, kissed me and let me in.

When she came back and sat down on the sofa, I was determined to get to the bottom of this.

“Alexis, please tell me what is bothering you. I promise I will do anything I can to help.”, I pleaded.

She looked over at me with a weak smile, she put her hands together, then lowered her eys to her lap.

“You’re going to think I’m stupid.”, she said softly.

“Alexis, I would never think you’re stupid, you know better than that.”, I answered.

“Well, I wanted to……I don’t know how to ask you this. I mean, I do….I’m just not sure it’s the right thing to do.”, she stammered.

“Ask me anything, I don’t mind.”, I told her.

“You have to move….in a few months. I was …….wondering, if maybe…..you wanted to…..move in with me ?”, she finally asked.

“All this is about you wanting me to move in here with you ?”, I laughed.

“Please don’t make fun of me, I’m serious.”, she told me.

“I’m not making fun of you Alexis, I just thought it was something worse. I was afraid of what might be bothering you, I never imagined you would ask me to move in with you.”, I told her.

“Soooooo ?”, she asked.

“Of course, I will move in with you. I think about you every day, every night, I can’t imagine anything I would like more.”, I answered.

She jumped up and crossed the room quickly hugging me and kissing my cheek. I could see she was genuinely relieved, I’m not sure why but she was. Since I owned very little other than my clothes, it wouldn’t be that big of a deal to move. Several trips back and forth, it was a done deal.

“Well, I have been looking at houses all day. If I were to buy a house, would you move in with me ?”, I laughed.

“Uh…I don’t know.”, she said, biting her lip.

“Wait now, why not ?”, I asked, pretending to be hurt.

“Depends on what your intentions are.”, she came back, a slight smile on her face.

“Well what are your intentions now, since you’re asking me to move in here ?”, I shot back.

“My intentions are purely sexual.”, she giggled.

“Oh I see. Well we have different intentions then, it may not work.”, I told her.

Just that quickly the smile was gone, a serious look on her face. I could see I had her puzzled, which is exactly where I wanted her.

“So you don’t want to move in with me ?”, she asked.

“No, I want to move in with you more than anything.”, I told her.

“Then what’s the problem ?”, she inquired.

“The problem is …….. I love you.”, I said, softly.

I could see my words hit her like a bowling ball in the chest. Her eyes blinked rapidly several times, watering up quickly. Her mouth was slightly open, for a few seconds, she was at a loss for words.

“What did you say ?”, she asked, her eyes wide and bright.

“I said, I love you. I have for quite a while now.”, I stated.

She leaned over and gently pressed her lips to mine in a long , soft sensual kiss. When she was done, she pulled her lips back, just inches from mine, looked into my eyes and whispered.

“I love you too Brian.”

I pulled her close to me again, once again kissing her deeply. She was an unbelievable women, I felt so lucky to be in her arms. She pulled away from me again, this time whispering in my ear.

“I want you sleep in your arms tonight, it makes me feel so safe.”

“I’ll be right back.”, I answered.

I walked down to my unit, grabbed some clean clothes, threw them in a bag with some personal items, then walked back to Alexis’ place.
By the time I arrived, I heard the water in the shower running. Alexis walked out of the bathroom door with just a towel wrapped around her body. She lifted her hand, summoning me over with just one finger.

“Come wash my back.”, she urged softly.

I tossed the bag on the sofa then followed her into the bathroom, stripping and climbing into the shower with her. As she stood facing the hot streaming water, I moved behind her wrapping my arms around her. I leaned down kissing her neck as she tilted her head away from my lips. She placed the large bar of soap in my hand, it didn’t take me long to get the hint. I softly rubbed her body, lathering it up with the bar of soap, my hand gliding over her wet body. She turned around facing me, taking the bar of soap from my hands. Then with a tender touch, she applied the soap to my entire body, paying special attention to my cock, which was now erect in the palm of her hand. The lubrication created by the soap was wonderful, I could already feel an orgasm approaching. I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers, my tongue quickly sliding into her mouth. I slid my hand between her legs, my finger easing up inside of her.

“Mmmmmmmm.”, she moaned softly, my finger stroking her clit.

I pulled my lips from hers, then very slowly, I began kissing down her body, until I was on my knees. I pushed her back gently until her back was against the wall of the shower, her legs thrust slightly forward. I eased my tongue between the folds of her pussy, I could already taste her thick fluids flowing into my mouth. She reached down with both hands, coming to rest on the back of my head. The feeling was incredible, the hot steamy water soaking my head, running between her legs as my tongue greedily lapped at her pussy. I took both of my hands, extending my fingers, then softly runing all ten, up and down the front of her thighs as lightly as possible. It took just seconds before she let go, her mind no longer having control over her body.

“Oh Goddddddddddddddddd………………………”, she moaned, her body shaking in ecstasy.

She held my head tightly as her hips bucked against my mouth, her pussy flooding my mouth with her liquids. She rode wave after wave of pleasure, until finally she was bent over me, my head in both of her hands.

“Oh God, wait a second…..”, she panted, pushing my mouth from between her legs.

I stood up slowly in front of her, she leaned back once again on the wall of the shower. I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her to me , gently kissing her lips. She reached behind her turning off the water, then the shower head. She reached over the door and grabbed the large white towel, then began to dry me off.

Soon we were in her large bed, her bodies entwined, our mouths pressed together, her hand stroking my cock. She pushed me down hard on the bed, straddling me quickly, guiding my cock to her pussy with her right hand. She lowered herself on me with one quick thrust, her eyes closing in pleasure as she felt me deep inside her womb. She leaned over me, her hands supporting her weight on the mattress.

“God, I love you Brian.”, she whispered.

“I love you too.”, I replied.

“I never thought I would ever trust a man as completely as I trust you. You’re the first thing on my mind when I wake up, the last thing before I fall asleep. Please don’t ever let this end, I’m not sure I could go back to the woman I was before we met.”, she asked.

“I will never leave you Alexis, that I promise.”, I answered.

She kissed me deeply again, her tongue prying my lips apart, exploring my mouth. She began to move her hips back and forth, my cock sliding easily in and out of her warm, wet pussy. I could sense she was approaching another orgasm, I was doing my best to hold off on my own, my cock aching for release. I closed my eyes tightly, fighting off the urge, as my hand grabbed her hips firmly. She lifted her mouth from my lips, her eyes riveted to mine.

“I’m gonna cum again.”, she whispered, “All over your hard cock.”

“Let it go baby.”, I coaxed.

She moved back and forth a few more times, then became very rigid, her second orgasm erupting from deep inside of her. Her eyes never left mine as waves of passion flowed through her body, it was almost as if I looked into her soul for several moments. She finally collapsed on my chest, panting for breath, her body still shaking. I held her gently, kissing her neck as I rubbed her back gently. She finally recovered, slowly lifting herself off of me, rolling to my left.

She moved up next to me, lowering her lips to mine for another long sensual kiss, her tongue brushing my lips. She then pulled away, her mouth inches from mine.

“I want to do something special for you, it’s just…well I have never….”, she began.

“Baby, it’s ok, relax.”, I whispered.

“It’s just , I feel so inadequate. I want to do a better job of making you feel good……I want to do for you what you do for me.”, she said softly.

“You do, Alexis.”, I answered.

She smiled weakly, then slowly moved down my body, her hand wrapping around my rock hard cock. I felt her tongue, softly swirling around the head of my cock, her warm breath on my thighs. She ran her tongue up and down my cock, her hand gently massaging my balls. She took me deep into her mouth, her tongue constantly caressing my shaft, as her mouth moved up and down slowly. I reached down and ran my fingers through her long silky black hair, gently showing my gratitude. I knew I was on the verge of cumming, I wanted to warn Alexis.

“Baby, watch it, I’m gonna cum…”, I warned.

She moved her mouth off off my cock, her tongue licking the head gently, as her hand pumped me up and down. I looked down as the first load of cum erupted from my cock, coating Alexis’ tongue and lips. She continued to flick her tongue over the head of my cock as four more jets of cum were deposited all over her mouth. The sensation was absolutely incredible, as was the visual sight of this gorgeous woman with my cum all over her lips. She continued to pump my shaft, milking what was left of my cum all over her fist. I fell back exhausted, my cock still throbbing in her soft hand. She moved back up to me, laying her head on my chest, her hand still softly stroking my shrinking cock.

“God baby, that was incredible.”, I whispered.

I spent every waking minute I could with Alexis over the next few weeks. It seemed every day, I fell deeper and deeper into love with this gorgeous creature. We would get up every morning at five o’clock, drive to the gym for a hour and a half workout together, then stop for coffee on the way home. She would then shower and change, leaving for work around eight thirty in the morning. I spent the day running errands, looking for a new house or working for the foundation. Alexis had just left for work on Friday morning when my cell phone rang, it was from ERT realty.

“Hi Brian, this is Amanda from ERT, how are you today ?”, she asked.

“I’m fine Amanda and you ?”

“Doing well, look I have a really great opportunity that just came up, if you’re interested. One of the huge banks I work with has a property they are willing to do a short sale on. I’m getting first crack because they owe me a favor. They are going to list it in three days, unless I can close it.”, she stated.

“Have you seen it yet.”, I asked.

“No, I haven’t but it’s in Rancho Sante Fe, which is very exclusive. From what I was told, it has a few very minor repairs that are needed, but it’s at least five hundred thousand under the market price.”, she added.

“Ok, let’s go look at it.”, I replied.

“Great, I will meet you at my office in an hour. If you like this we need to jump on it.”, she urged.

I met Amanda at her office, we then drove out to the property. As soon as we arrived in the area there was no doubt this was high end living. I was totally blown away as we pulled up to the huge tile circular driveway in front of the home. It was a Spanish influenced designed, the walls being a light cream colored stucco, with the orange slate tile roof. The front drive was lined with huge palm trees, the landscaping was impeccable. We got out and walked to the huge double doored entrance, Amanda had a key ready.

As we walked from room to room it the huge home, it just kept getting better and better. The house had six bedrooms and six bathrooms, a total of over seven thousand square feet. It was set on a 1.5 acre lot that included a huge swimming pool with a waterfall, a large spa, a five hundred bottle climate controlled wine cellar and a gourmet kitchen with restaurant rated appliances. In addition the backyard had a sunken circular seating area and a firepit that faced the ocean. The entire back of the home was glass windows that looked out to the ocean. The climate control unit in the wine cellar needed to be replaced as well as one of the three central air conditioners. The spa pump was bad as well, but other than that the property was immaculate.

“How much Amanda ?”, I asked.

She opened her folder, scanning the paper work carefully, a smile crossing her face.

“The bank has 2.4 million in it, they are asking 1.9 million as is.”, she replied.

“What do you think ?”, I inquired.

“I think it’s a steal. The average cost in this area is three million plus. You will make at least five to six hundred thousand the day you sign the papers.”, she answered.

“Well, I like it alot, but I would like Alexis to see it.”, I told her.

“Brian, you can’t wait, I can’t be sure they didn’t leak this property to anyone else, lets at least put in an offer, see what they say. As long as I make an offer, you have the house under contract, they can’t sell it out from under you.”, she urged.

I looked around one final time, I couldn’t pass this up. Never in my wildest dreams growing up did I ever imagine I would live in a home like this.

“Let’s do it.”, I responded.

As drove back to Amanda’s office, she called her contact at the bank, she wanted to leave no stone unturned. Of course the commission she was going to earn was substantial, somewhere close to six figures if I figured right.

“Tracey, this is Amanda from ERT. My client and I just looked at the property in Rancho Sante Fe, you called me this morning about. We will be making an offer as soon as we get back to my office.”, she stated.

She listened to the other party for several minutes then laughed quietly into the phone.

“Trust me, he’s good for it.”, she said hanging up.

We arrived back at her office and based completely on her advice, I made an offer of 1.75 million cash. As I was told, by offering cash, I would cut down delays on financing, a ton of paperwork, inticing the bank to act quickly. I could always go back and mortgage the property once I owned it, if I chose to do so. Amanda assured me, she would call me as soon as she heard anything back from the bank.

I decided to drive over to PSA and tell Alexis the good news, it was still fairly early in the morning. I was greeted warmly at PSA, then shown up to Alexis’ office. She was wrapping up a meeting, her secretary brought me a soft drink while I waited. I had no sooner leaned back in the large chair when my cell phone rang.

“Brian, it’s Amanda. They countered with 1.85 million, it’s their bottom line, I suggest you take it.”, she urged.

Just about that time, Alexis came walking into the office, a stack of manilla folders in her hand. I could tell from the smile on her face, she was delighted to see me.

“Ok Amanda, do it.”, I said, hanging up.

“What’s going on baby ?’, she asked, kissing me softly on the lips.

“Well I guess I just bought a house.”, I laughed.

“Oh my God, you’re serious. When did you see it ?”, she replied, excitement in her voice.

“This morning. Amanda called me right after you left. I just came from there.”, I answered.

I explained exactly what had happened to Alexis, then described the house in exact detail as I had remembered it. I could tell by her reactions, she was extremely excited.

“That’s wonderful honey, I am so happy for you.”, she giggled, hugging me tight.

“Happy for us baby, you’re going to be there with me.”, I answered.

She pulled back gently, her face a few inches from mine. I could see the tears forming in her eyes, I was not really sure why. It took her a moment to respond, but she finally did, even though she was extremely emotional.

“I can’t believe all this is happening, it’s like a fairy tale. I keep thinking I am going to wake up and this is all a dream.”, she whispered.


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It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today

It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today

It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today

It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today

It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today

It’s not surprising that Nicki Minaj’s “High School” video features Lil Wayne. After all, he recorded a verse for the song and heads up the the label they’re both signed to, Young Money. What is a bit odd, however, is the fact that the duo filmed a racy sex scene for the visuals.

Wayne has always played the mentor role to Minaj, notably having her back when she was insulted by a Hot 97 DJ before she was to take the stage at the radio station’s Summer Jam concert. It’s curious to see them playing these roles in a music video, but it’s sure to get hip-hop blogs talking.

In the clip, Wayne and Minaj make off to an island to engage in some sort of shady business and end up falling into bed. After their tryst, they steal things and sneak off in a helicopter. *Cue Beats by Dre product placement.

“High School” is off Minaj’s hilariously titled “Pink Friday: Roman Reloaded The Re-Up.” Watch the video and let us know what you think in the comments. Another YMCBC rapper debuted a video today


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A Weekend with My Niece – The First Evening
Just a little bit about me by way of introduction. I’m a professional male making a good living with a company that believes that when people are travelling for them they should be treated well. My position takes me on the road fairly often, although I wouldn’t call myself a road warrior. At the time of this story I was in my early forties. I have dark hair that has made the transition to grey, but at the time it was barely showing. I’m average at six feet with a medium build that I try to keep in shape with almost daily exercise using whatever means are handy.

I was fortunate enough to be educated in sex by a slightly older girlfriend one summer when I was 18. I never did find out where she learned, but she was patient with me and maintained enough control to make sure that I paid attention and learned well. This was nothing like domination, just god patient teaching. I still remember those times I spent with her mostly on a foam pad and blanket in the back of the family station wagon I had been given control of to maintain my summer job. Since this was in cottage country there were a number of private roads into the woods where a car could park in good privacy for us to spend time together.

At the time she had just broken up with a guy who was four years older than her. As I came to learn he was a bit of an asshole who having “conquered her vagina” as he put it was pretty indifferent to her needs and only focused on what he wanted. I on the other hand was more sensitive and truly thought myself lucky that she accepted my request for a date. On our first date we took in a movie then a walk around town talking about anything that came to mind. We didn’t have much in common, but we seemed to hit it off right away I believe based upon genuine honesty with each other.

She was a year older than I about five foot four with shoulder length straight blonde hair and had a slim build with nice B cup breasts sporting very sensitive pink nipples that stood out about a quarter inch or more when sucked. Her vagina was tight, sweet and produced lots of lubricant for our other activities. The first thing she educated me in was oral sex starting with her performing it on me to take the edge off of my passion enough to help me pay attention. She gave me a detailed introduction to her vagina with special attention to the clitoris, how it worked and the best ways to stimulate it for her and my pleasure.

I believe that she was on the pill, but there were some occasions where she had me use a condom teaching me how to properly put it on and letting me see the difference in the feeling as opposed to our more frequent bareback contact.

It was actually on our second date that she decided to start my education. After going to a local dance which my friends and I actually had organized I was driving her home when she directed me down a private road which was owned by the family of a friend of mine.

I must say that I was an avid learner right from the start. After parking the car we started the usual making out which was great and my moves for further intimacy were matched and bettered by her own. I quickly confirmed that she wasn’t wearing a bra, but in those days that was not unusual, however when I probed under the hem of her dress I was surprised to find that the dress was all she had on.

As I said she was equally advancing and after she felt my erection through my pants she suggested that we move to the back for more freedom. I folded the seat down and opened the foam pad and blanket I kept there making a more comfortable surface for us finishing just as I saw her dress flash by my face as she spread it over the front seat, “To keep it from being destroyed”. I turned to see her totally naked on her knees just looking at me. Needless to say it took no time at all for me to join her aside from wrestling my underwear off over my erection in tight quarters. I made no attempt at all to be suave.

Once we were side by side we started the normal necking and touching each other as far as our hands would reach. I tried to keep the same pace as her with my stroking and slid down to kiss and suck her breasts and nipples, which brought some satisfying moans from her. After about five minutes of this she applied some pressure to the top of my head and rolled to her back moving me between her legs. I got the idea pretty quickly, but never having performed cunnilingus I really had no idea as to what to do. I started licking and kissing her thighs, which worked well then moved to her pussy and just licked from bottom to top like I was eating an ice cream cone.

This satisfied her for a couple of minutes, but then she held my head and said, “Have you ever done this before?”

I saw no reason to lie and admitted that she was dealing with a virgin regarding anything after third base. That turned out to be one of the smartest decisions I ever made. She seemed to be delighted to have a raw trainee in her control. That was when she started my female anatomy lesson demonstrating what areas to stimulate and what worked best for her. She was quite clear in telling me that every woman was different and I needed to try things and pay attention any time I was with a new woman.

I would have been quite happy to stay in training for the next long while, but after about 10 minutes following her direction including inserting two fingers inside to stimulate she tensed and squealed for about 30 seconds. Following that she pulled me up by the hair saying that she was getting too sensitive for me to continue.

Rolling me onto my back she said now it’s your turn. I had heard about blowjobs, but had never been close to getting one up to that point. I leaned back on my elbows to watch her work. She looked directly into my eyes and wrapped her hand around my cock and started to work it with a twisting up and down motion. After a minute she gave me a thorough tongue bath of my cock and balls and then proceeded to suck on the head, while running her tongue around in circles. She kept that up for about 5 minutes bobbing her head down the shaft every few seconds and shifting her position until she had her lips about two thirds of the way down.

She said ”I think that’s as far as I can get without more practice. I need to stretch my throat a bit more to get it all of the way, but hang in there with me and we’ll do it”.

I was willing to do about anything this angel asked me to do with no questions asked. I realize now that we were playing a dangerous game, but I wasn’t smart enough to know it at the time.

She said “This is a safe time of the month so let me introduce you to something else new”, as she shifted to straddle my hips and position my cock head at the entrance to her pussy. Once again she looked directly into my eyes as she lowered herself down over my cock to about half way. “I love the look on your face when I show you something new. It’s a combination of wonder and gratitude that I have never seen before, with you being my first virgin. I think I could get to like it.” She actually told me later that I had that same look on my face for about the first month we went out together and I’m not surprised. She was smooth and had one of the tightest and warmest pussies I have ever had the pleasure to be in.

I stayed propped on my elbows so that I could bend forward and kiss and lick at her nipples as she rode me to a second orgasm for her and a first for me inside a woman. It was wonderful watching her face in the moonlight especially the way her nose crinkled and her lips puckered as she got close to her orgasm and picked up speed in her ride. She was a determined lady and rode right through her orgasm and kept riding until she felt me let loose inside her. By the end of her ride she had managed to take almost all of me inside.

Being my first time I stayed hard inside her and wouldn’t pull out or let her up far enough to get off of me. After our breathing calmed down I held both of her hips, raised mine off of the flor in a partial bridge and rolled over so the she was under me in the missionary position.

I kissed her and started some small circular motions with the base of my cock that seemed to keep her stimulated and there was more than enough lubricant with both of our fluids mixed inside her to keep things moving easily.

“I can see that you liked our lesson tonight and want to continue. All right if you want, but give me a minute and promise that if I tell you it is hurting you will stop immediately” she said.

“I think that you know I would never do anything to hurt you so I am happy to agree to your conditions, but yes I really would like to spend more time inside you tonight and as many more times as possible.”

As I say she taught me a lot that summer about pleasing a woman, what signs to look for to know what to d and what not to do as well as when to stop, whether I had achieved orgasm or not. We tried every position our bodies could manage and christened many rooms and outdoor locations. The one thing she would have nothing to do with was anything going into her butt. It was OK to rub or lick outside to stimulate, but nothing was entering and that was a hard rule. Luckily I was seventeen and could hold an erection for long periods of time as long as we were naked together. Now none of this is to suggest that I have been an ace lover since that time. I am ashamed to say that I fucked up royally with a couple of women I dated and I have sincere regrets about those times. However, I think they also forced me to come to terms in my twenties and base my future actions on that base training I received that summer.

I owe her a lot.

Now on to the story related to the title.

This story happened a few years ago when I could get an erection at the drop of a hat. I was travelling fairly regularly for business and on one occasion the client had an emergency which postponed our planned meeting from Friday to the following Monday. Since the location was a six hour drive from home, I decided to just stay put for the weekend. I have a habit of keeping a case in the car packed with the basics for unscheduled stopovers due to weather, etc. and it has paid off more than once.

I went for a good dinner and then on a whim decided to stop at the building where one of our nieces lived while attending university in the town. Since it was a Friday night and only about 9:30 I didn’t think she would be home, but figured I might as well check. As it turned out she answered on the third knock on her door opening it quickly. She looked dressed to go out but wasn’t looking at all pleased. I was about to make my apologies and beat a retreat, when the light came back to her eyes and she smiled.

“Uncle Steve, what a nice surprise”.

“My apologies for dropping in on short notice and please don’t change any plans on my account. I decided to stay in town over the weekend and thought I would pop in to see my favourite niece.”

“No, no”; she said. “I’m very pleased to see you, it’s the rest of my evening I’m not too happy with.”

She went on to explain that she was to meet up with some friends at a local club, but after waiting for them for a half hour she called them and was informed that they had changed their plan and had chosen a different itinerary with a later start. She had returned home to decide if she was going to join them on the new route.

“Well don’t let me stop you from doing what you want. I can either give you a lift or just get out of the way for the evening. I did however want to see if you are free for dinner tomorrow night?”

She responded that she was not decided yet about tonight, but would love to accept the invitation to dinner.

Turning back to me she said; “Please come in and visit until I make a decision at least.”

Moving into the apartment I handed her the bottle of wine I had picked up on the way there and was planning to just leave at the door if she wasn’t home. She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek as a thank you.

Walking in I visually re-oriented myself to the layout. Being the second floor of a 70 year old house the small bedroom was right off the entrance way, which was very neat with everything in place in this compact space around her double bed. The small kitchen was also off the entrance and was mostly open to the living area with a walk out to the bonus balcony. The balcony was very important in hot weather as the place did not have air conditioning. The bathroom with a deep claw foot tub as also off the main area. The deep tub and balcony were what sold my niece on the apartment when she first saw it. That and the fact that it wasn’t in a basement.

Aside from the bed being new the place was furnished in typical student style with cast offs from various family members, all well used, but comfortable.

I settled myself into a chair with a beer provide by my lovely hostess and just relaxed. I guess now would be a good time to describe my niece Alexandra; Alex for short. She is what my dream girl looked like when I was in high school; about 5’6” tall with wavy auburn hair to the middle of her back, long legs that were in great shape from years of training as a dancer and the crowning achievements, which got in the way of a dance career being her 38 DD breasts. She had a classically beautiful face and the poise and grace that comes from a vibrant personality and those years of dance training. I guess you could say that I had a crush on her since she turned 17.

We had just started to chat about things in general when there was a knock on the door. Alex answered it and I could hear another female voice in conversation with her.

Alex came back into the room followed by a very attractive tall blonde with similar long legs and beautiful C breasts that were moving nicely on their own path suggesting either aa very light duty bra or none at all. Alex introduced her friend to me as Sierra.

“I know it is unusual”, said Sierra “But my parents were in love with some pictures they saw of those mountains just before I was born and voila; a lifetime of me explaining the source of my name”.

“Actually I would think that the name is self-explanatory for a lady as stunningly attractive as you are”, I replied attempting to be smooth.

“Now why don’t the guys our age have some of that class?”, Sierra directed her question to Alex.

“I know, normally the guys our age just say that’s weird. For an uncle he’s pretty cool so I think we should keep him around”, replied Alex and they both chuckled.

I on the other hand was surprised that they found my comment cute and was pleased with myself.

I enjoyed my beer as they sat and talked about their plans. Sierra was sitting directly across from me on a higher couch and with the movement of her legs as they chatted I was able to see up her short skirt to what was clearly one of the smallest and sheerest pair of underwear available outside of clear plastic wrap. At times it was easy to make out that she was a natural blonde and that she groomed her pubic hair into a thin strip pointing directly to her clitoris. The rest including her lips appeared cleanly shaven and a little damp.

I was careful not to stare and came back to reality hearing Alex say “Actually I think I’ll just stay in and hang with my Uncle. My neck is starting to bother me again so bumping around a club won’t be very enjoyable”.

I had forgotten that Alex had suffered a pretty severe blow at the top of her back during a family ski event that had gone horribly wrong for her and unfortunately not due to any action or failure on her part.

I said goodbye to Sierra and said that I hoped to see her again some time. She smiled and gave me a wink, which left me wondering.

When Alex came back into the room I said, “That was interesting”.

“I imagine it was”, she said, ”Did you enjoy the show?”

I attempted to play dumb imagining that I had been caught after all.

“You don’t have to deny it Unc. Sierra is an exhibitionist of the highest order and I didn’t miss that wink she gave you on the way out”.

“In that case I must admit that I enjoyed it very much”, I replied.

“That’s the spirit”, she said grabbing her wine glass, “I have to agree that she is beautiful and she’s a very good friend as well”.

We chatted about life in general, how her classes were going, how various family members were doing these days and what her plans were for next year. As we talked I noticed that she was changing positions quite a bit and didn’t seem to be able to get comfortable.

“That wasn’t just a line about your neck being sore that you told Sierra earlier was it”, I questioned.

She winced a bit and admitted that it really was sore and that this was the main reason she had taken the earlier excuse to return home when her friends didn’t show at the first club.

“You know I’m no professional, but if you like I could try to massage it for you to see if that could give you some relief”, I offered, not really expecting her to take me up on it.

Her eyes once again brightened, “Would you really do that for me? Anything would be better than how it feels now”.

“I sincerely mean it” I said standing and moving to the back of the couch.

I rubbed my palms back and forth against each other to generate some added heat and placed my hands on her shoulders with my thumbs pointed toward her spine and gently started to knead the muscles through her top.

“Ohhhh, that feels so nice” she moaned.

As I felt the warmth in my hands diminish I once again rubbed them together and put one across the back of her neck and the other across her spine just above the shoulder blades applying firm pressure and massaging he neck muscles.

“That feels great. Can you go a bit lower on my back?”

“Not a problem at all” I said as I rubbed my palms together one more time.

As I moved both hands lower on her back and attempted to massage the muscles it was obvious that much of the effect was being blocked by her top and her bra strap.

“That isn’t working very well”, she said. “Would you mind if I took my bra off so that I can get more of the warmth from your hands?”

“No problem for me my dear. Why don’t I put a cushion on the floor and then you can be free to assume whatever position is comfortable for you?”

While she was in her room getting ready I grabbed another beer and refilled her wine glass, then moved the couch cushions to the floor in front of my original chair.

“This should be better” she said coming back into the room. I looked up and tried very hard to keep my mouth from dropping open. She had changed into a tank top and the movement of her breasts made it clear that there was no bra involved. I was also aware that her nipples were aroused and the shadow around them indicated that her areolas were about two inches in diameter. She had also changed into a pair of thin body hugging shorts that showed no hint of underwear lines. She had also put her hair into a bun to keep her neck clear.

She thanked me for the wine refill and settled herself in front of me on the cushion in the one leg tucked under position that many women seem to favour. Warming my palms again I started back into the massage I had initiated earlier. Based on the sounds she was making I assume that I was having the desired effect on her and I know that she was now having quite an effect on me.

As I applied pressure to her shoulders she would hunch forward enough that the tank top now became a tunnel for me to see the entire top of her breasts out to and including her areolas and nipples, which were now standing out about a quarter of an inch. Needless to say this was quite a delightful distraction and was playing havoc with my state of mind as an uncle.

As I worked the muscles in her neck and upper back, taking a few breaks to drink my beer and rewarm my hands, she worked on her wine glass till both of our drinks were empty. At that point I offered to get refills as she looked too comfortable and it was the gentlemanly thing to do. This also gave me a chance to stretch and get a full frontal view of my gorgeous subject. With the chance to move a bit more she straightened both legs and shook them to help the blood flow. This in turn caused her whole body to vibrate adding a nice jiggle factor for me.

As I returned with the drinks Alex looked a bit nervous.

“What’s up?” I said, “You look nervous about something. Anything I can help with?”

“Actually that’s what I’m nervous about” she replied.

Now I was getting confused and a bit nervous myself that I may have done something wrong.

“We’ve never had any issues talking in the past. You know you can tell me anything and that will be as far as it goes and you know I will do anything I can to help.”

“OK, then I was going to say that this feels so good that I’d like you to do the same for more of my body, but I wasn’t sure if that would be stepping over a line or sound weird.”

I considered her request for about a millisecond, but considered how to make my answer a bit longer.

“Sorry”, she started “I knew that might be too much to ask”. And she started to retreat.

“No no”, I laughed “just as you weren’t too sure how to ask the question, I would be pleased to give you any massage you want, but I was trying to figure out how to say it without seeming like a letch, or a drooling old man”.

That made her laugh as well, which seemed to clear the air between us.

“OK then what would you like rubbed the right way?” I said with a wink in her direction.

“I’m going to say everything right now and I’ll leave it up to your discretion, Unc”, she replied with a malicious grin.

Not to ignore a challenge or an invitation I topped up her wine glass, put a towel over her lower half to keep her warm and warmed up my palms. Starting from the waist up I massaged her full back first to get a feel for the area as well as to gauge her response in various areas. The tank top was just a bit too tight to get under easily, so I began rolling it up as I worked. She shifted up from the cushions to allow the roll of her top each time and continued to encourage me with the appreciative sounds coming from her as I worked. I kept a spare towel to cover her when I took breaks to relax my hands and drink my beer.

As we continued with the massage I asked her how things were going in her classes, how she was making out living on her own and if there was any particular fellow she liked or if she was trying a few out and beating the others off with a stick.

She said that things were going well in classes and in her living by herself except when her neck acted up. As for the men situation she said that she had been on a few dates, but the guys were only interested in getting off and getting out, so she had switched to a vibrator and hanging out with friends to party and have fun.

As I continued to work on her back and neck I eased my hands under the tank top t work her sides, which included some contact with her breasts as there was no way to contain them under her. It didn’t seem to bother her, so I continued to enjoy the feel and the texture of her very soft skin. Once the top was rolled up to the bottom of her breasts I thought it best to leave it at that point because with the size of her breasts the next move would have meant a major shift for her and would have left her breasts exposed and I didn’t think we were ready for that; at least not yet.

At this point she excused herself for a bathroom break. While she was gone I noted that she had actually consumed about half of the bottle of wine, so the bathroom break was understandable.

When she returned she had removed her arms from the straps to expose her upper back, which made the tank top more like a tube top but with no holding her breasts from natural movement at all. It was wonderful to watch her walk back toward me.

She drained her wine glass and laid back down on her front.

I moved to start working on her feet and legs after putting a towel over her back to keep her warm. As I have said she has excellent legs. Long and well muscled and flexible due to continuing her dance based exercises. I found out that one of her fun things is teaching dance to some local children at the community center, which is why she kept up the exercise while not continuing to dance herself.

AS I continued to work we both seemed to be enjoying the action. Her enjoyment was evident in the sounds coming from her and I was just having a great time feeling her skin and rubbing her feet and legs.

When I reached her butt I wasn’t sure what to do, so I made some tentative moves under the fabric at the sides massaging her hips, which seemed to elicit more groans from Alex, but no apparent concern. I took that as a positive sign and shifted up to her ass cheeks. I couldn’t believe how firm they felt under my hands as I worked them gently being careful to stay away from the crack and not push things too far just yet. Alex was so relaxed that she hadn’t made a voluntary move for almost 5 minutes and I was starting to think that I was violating a sleeping niece as opposed to a willing one. To be on the safe side I asked her how she was doing and she responded in a very relaxed calm voice that she was great.

Now I don’t know anything about hypnosis, but this looked to me to be what they refer to as a “suggestive state” and I thought what the heck.

In a low steady voice I said “Alex each night when you go to sleep you will feel your muscles relax just the way they are right now and you will feel the same way when you wake up”. This received an “mmmhmm” response from her, which I hoped was an indication that she might see some future benefit from the evening.

With that part of the massage completed I covered Alex with a second towel to keep the bottom half warm and sat back and finished my current beer and admired the peaceful look on her face for a few minutes.

At some point Alex appeared to realize that the massage had stopped and raised up on her elbows to look around at me with a very serene smile on her face. Gradually she changed to a sitting position and grabbed her wine glass. I got us both a refill and saw that she had actually consumed close to a half of the bottle of wine, so I realized that I couldn’t take full credit for her relaxed state.

She kept the towel over her legs but removed the top towel which afforded me a wonderful view of her partially covered breasts as we chatted a bit more about her expectations of a love life and her continuing disappointment with the males that were hitting on her. I commiserated with her about the lack of consideration they were showing and thought back to my own behavior at that age. I had been lucky enough to be introduced to sex by a young lady who was a couple of years older than me in years, but much more mature in wisdom. She had seen to my education very well, which I am eternally grateful for and showed me how to make sure that my partner was satisfied first by several different methods. She took great care to show me specifically what worked well in stimulating a woman and her training has served me and my partners well over the years.

Alex looked deep in thought and looking straight into her eyes I asked the question, “A penny for the thoughts rolling around in that lovely head of yours?”

Running her hand through her hair and taking a large sip of wine, she was quiet for a few more seconds and then looked back at me with a sense of resolution and said, “I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. I really hate to impose on you further, but would you mind doing the same thing to me on the front that you have on the back?” She finished the request with a sheepish smile on her face as if she thought she might offend me with the request.

I on the other hand was working hard to make a controlled response rather than letting the sixteen year old part of my brain blurt a response and jump at her.

“It would be my pleasure to make you feel as good as I possibly can”, I replied and clinked my beer bottle with her wine glass. “Here’s to us making you feeling as good as possible tonight.”

We chatted a bit more about things in general and the value of feeling good about ourselves.

She drained her wine glass then laid back and shifted position so that she was comfortable on the cushions with the towel still covering her lower body. I picked up her wine glass and put it and my beer bottle on the kitchen counter by way of minor clean up and took a position on my knees above her head being careful to move her hair up onto the cushion around her.

I warmed up my palms and said “OK, let’s start with your arms”. That appeared to help her relax visibly, which told me that she wasn’t quite sure how I had taken her request for a frontal massage and restored my feeling that she was giving me her full trust to do the right thing.

I started at her shoulder and worked down to each slim finger on her hand; first on the left and then the right. As I finished I placed each arm down her side slightly away from her body. I noted that all of her skin was the same creamy soft texture and I hoped that my hands weren’t too rough for the task. But there had been no complaints so far, which was a good indicator to me.

Now came the tricky part of massaging the front part of her body so close to those glorious breasts. Based on her earlier comments I wanted to make sure that she felt comfortable and that I didn’t come off like one of her recent male companions. Again warming my palms and settling my nerves I started working from the center of her shoulders to the top of her breasts, but not beyond. This seemed to calm her even further and her breathing was steady and relaxed.

I then moved to her sides working down to the band of her rolled top. I was able to work my fingers under the top without moving it too much, which allowed me good access to her sides and what ended up being the sides of her breasts as gravity had moved some of this exquisite flesh outward. I was enjoying myself and the contact with her breasts didn’t seem to bother Alex at all. I’m afraid to say that no amount of reminding myself that I was her uncle could prevent my dick from firming up and heading for my pant leg.

I straightened up and rewarmed my hands to start massaging her mid-section and started in with the sides and worked my way toward the center trying to limit my contact with her breasts as much as possible, but based upon my position my arms did brush her nipples a couple of times and the effect was very evident as her nipples protruded upward under the fabric. It was at this point that my groin felt warmer and I realized that while I was stretching earlier; Alex had shifted toward me so that her head was hanging off the cushion and she was breathing hot air directly onto my expanding dick urging it on toward a full erection.

I leaned forward and resumed my rubbing of her abs and downward toward the top of her shorts. Considering how she was treating my groin I ventured under the waist band with my fingertips and verified that she indeed was not wearing anything else. At this point she actually lifted her head and placed her mouth directly against my pants and breathed hot air onto the base of my penis and scrotum. Her message was crystal clear, but I still wanted the evening to be about her pleasure. I continued the massage under her shorts across the top of her mons going down as far as a small strip of hair, but not beyond that for about 3 or 4 minutes. She would lower her head from time to time and then raise it again to continue warming my now full erection as her breathing increased a bit in speed and depth.

Slowly I reached for the towel on her legs and drew it up over her upper body, sitting back as I did so. I gave her shoulders a couple of gentle squeezes to let her know that things were fine and moved down to her feet. Re-warming my hands I started massaging her feet a second time, which I knew she would appreciate as a dancer and someone who loves to wear some of the most kick ass heels I have seen on any woman.

Over the next ten minutes or so as I worked up the front of her legs I gradually moved them apart so that I could be between them. When I reached the legs of her shorts I followed the same pattern as at the top, working from the outside to the center. As I got close to the center I leaned forward and gave her the same warming that she had given my cock and scrotum just a while earlier. As I did this her hands clenched a bit and I noticed just how wet the material of her shorts had become. She made no effort to move away from me so I moved the material covering her vagina to the side and exhaled my hot breath directly on her skin.

This caused her to roll her hips up seeking direct contact with my lips and tongue. I obliged moving the material of her shorts to the side and feasted on the meal in front of me. Wetting 2 fingers I inserted them into her vagina stroking gently with emphasis on her G spot. At the same time I used my tongue to circle and stroke her clitoris applying firm and light pressure in different patterns monitoring her response to each change looking for the ideal pattern for her. My taste buds were enjoying that youthful fresh flavor which was almost sweet. As I continued I found that a mix of 10 fast strokes followed by 5 slower strokes seemed to push most of the right buttons for her so I kept up that rhythm paying attention to her movements to direct me to exactly where she wanted to feel the contact. She was secreting steadily with her juice running down to her ass crack and my ring and little fingers were getting soaked as well. Experimentally I started stroking her rosebud with my ring finger and probed the entrance with just the tip. Her reaction was positive and encouraging without saying a word directly.
Actually neither of us had said a word since this part of the massage started. I don’t know whether we felt no words were needed or if we were afraid that saying anything would interrupt the flow and make us think and possibly interrupt what was happening. But the continual moans and other sounds from Alex told me all I needed to know at that point.

Being a bit more bold I inserted my ring finger into her rosebud gradually up to the second knuckle and rotated it to see if there was any area that provided her more positive stimulation than others and found that the front wall seemed to do the trick as she increased the volume of her moans. So I gradually worked my little finger in with the ring finger and duplicated the motions I was making with my two fingers on her G spot. As I was doing this I had worked my free hand up an under her tank top and was steadily loving the feel of her breasts as well as providing as much gentle stimulation as possible to each breast. I was able to work both nipples into the center of her chest and stroke both of them at the same time. As I was watching for her reaction she would occasionally move one of her own hands up to show me how I could improve what I was doing. I was trying to be a good student and follow her direction as she gave it.

All of this action had uncovered her breasts totally and I shifted my left hand to allow my thumb to replace my tongue so that I could shift my body upward and use my tongue and lips on her nipples individually and together.

I was reveling in my great fortune as I had fantasized about having access to these charms since Alex had come of legal age.

Although I would have preferred to carry on this way for hours I was sure that Alex’s body wouldn’t hold out that long, so sliding back down her body I re-applied my tongue to her clit and shifted my rhythm to help her over the edge and into a full orgasm.

As she approached the edge her body arched more and both of her hands came to the back of my head applying enough pressure to make sure that I did not get away, but not pulling so hard as to suffocate me, which I found to be a good portion of restraint on her part.

When the orgasm wave crested she screamed, arched higher and started to vibrate while her grip on my head tightened to make sure that I didn’t go anywhere. At the same time her vaginal muscles were giving my fingers a good workout and seemed to be pulling them deeper into her opening. I could only imagine how wonderful that action would feel on a cock and still don’t understand the males in her life not wanting to stimulate that sensation for their own cock. I would say that it was definitely their loss.
As she started to come down I picked up my tongue and finger movements driving her back up that crest and over the edge a second time. This time she didn’t even manage a scream; just some throat based sounds and those magnificent dance trained thighs almost crushed my skull. Her vaginal muscles at this point clamped down on my fingers making it difficult to move them other than to wiggle against her G spot.

She collapsed back onto the cushions breathing heavily. I removed my fingers from their new homes and kissed my way up her body savoring the taste and sent as I went. As I raised up I was glad to see that she was breathing steadily because she was totally unconscious with a relaxed look on her face and just a hint of a smile on her lips.

I got up and went to the bathroom to clean up and came back to her with a warm washcloth and proceeded to wipe down and clean up her neck, torso and finally the center of attention of her groin. She was still unconscious so removed her shorts and positioned her as needed to finish the clean up covering her with the towels when I went back to the bathroom with the cloth. I took the opportunity to admire where I had been dining. She had a similar strip of hair to Sierra, but she had actually shaped it to a point which was aimed at her clitoris. If the males she had been dating actually needed that kind of direction I could understand why she had been so disappointed with her dating life.

I capped another beer and drank some of it waiting to see if she would arouse, but after a few minutes I decided that the best course would be to put her in bed for the night. After pulling back the covers I scooped her up and placed her gently into the bed and removed her top to leave her totally naked. Following a 30 second memorizing session looking at her body, I covered her. As a last thought I leaned down to her ear and said “Remember that as you sleep you will feel as relaxed as when you were being massaged. Your body will work on healing your neck damage and you will wake feeling well rested and refreshed”.

I felt pretty good about that and hoped it worked. Then just for the heck of it I leaned back down and said “When you hear my voice say the word karaoke you will feel the way you did when I was licking your clitoris and using my fingers on your vagina and anus. You will feel that way until I say the word karaoke again. You will not remember me saying that word or anything that happens between me saying the word except for the feelings in your body”.

With that I left the room and did some basic clean up in the kitchen and put the cushions back on the couch. After that I finished my beer and left, locking the door behind me.

When I got back to my hotel I had a shower and went to sleep hoping that Alex didn’t wake up regretting the events of the evening; especially since we had two more nights together and a dinner date for Saturday.


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Introduction:

This is another part of some of the fun I’ve had with Lisa and Mica. You can read my first experience with them titled “BBW threesome” by Mae20. Both this one and the last post about me, Lisa and Mica are true, so these are stories of real experiences and happenings. If anyone hasn’t read the first part, you can call me Mae. I’m a 20 year old BBW who has two fuck buddies that I met on Criagslist, Lisa, also a BBW, and her husband Mica.

It’s been about a month and a half since I first met up with Mica and Lisa. We all had such a great time the first meet up that we’ve continued to see each other each week. They would pick me up, take my back to their apartment and we would fuck on and off all day.

It was exactly what I was looking for, friendly, non-judgmental people, who didn’t tie me down with commitment, but had the same high sex drive as myself.

This meet up I’m going to talk about was a little different though. Feeling bad that they constantly had to pick me up, I convinced my dad to let me have my car on campus. Of Course I made up a bullshit lie as to why I had to have it, but it worked, and I excitedly told Mica and Lisa the next time we met up.

A few days pasted since I got my car, it was a a Wednesday. Around 12pm I got a text from Mica asking what I was up to.

I told him the truth, that I was just getting some work done, then I was going to grab some lunch. To my surprise he asked if I could come over. I planned on going to their apartment that night seeing as Mica doesn’t work Wednesday’s, and I only have one class that day at 8am, so I’m free to do whatever later. It was just odd because I usually don’t come over until 4pm when Lisa is done work and picks me up.

But I guess now that I can drive myself he wanted me over earlier. Which is okay, I don’t mind, but I couldn’t help wondering about Lisa. Was she coming home early? Or did she have the day off too?

So I texted Lisa too, and she told me to come on over if I was free.

“So I guess Lisa is home too” I thought to myself before telling Mica I’d be over in a hour and jumping in the shower.

Once I was all clean, I threw on a pair of jeans and Tshirt, put my hair into a pony tail and started heading for thier apartment.

Didn’t take me long to get there, and soon enough I was knocking on the apartment door. Mica opened it up after a few seconds and gave me a hug. They were very touchy feely people.

I came in and relaxed on the couch as usual, Mica gave me a wine cooler, and sat down with me. We watched TV, chatted and drank, nothing out of the ordinary except Lisa wasn’t up and about like she usually is.

“Where’s Lisa hiding? I haven’t seen her at all.”

Mica just casually said “She’s still at work like usual. Doesn’t get done until 3:30 or 4.”

This threw me off. Every time we’ve met up, it has always been the three of us. I was never really alone with one of them, and I wasn’t sure how to feel about it.

“Oh, okay. Wasn’t sure if she was off today of something.” I said trying not to seem surprised. “I texted Lisa too and she told me to come over, so I thought she was here too.”

“Nope,” Mica said ” just me and you until 4 or so.”

It was only 1. I wasn’t sure what we were going to do. Are we going to wait for Lisa or…

We continued to chill for about 45 minutes or so, during which time Mica had me cuddle up next to him. This is something I’ve gotten use to, by both Lisa and Mica (like I said, very touchy feely people). The only thing is, often this cuddling led to more, so for about 20 minutes of laying next to him, I waited to see if he would make a move, even if Lisa wasn’t there.

Finally he did, as I rested against him, he began stroking my arm. This moved on to groping my breast through my Tshirt. I let him continue without a word, even when his hand went under my shirt and began playing with my bare chest.

I have D almost double D sized boobs, so he had no problem taking a handful and squeezing them while pinching and massaging my nipples. I was getting really turned on, so I unzipped my pants and began playing with myself.

Mica loved to watch me and Lisa get our selves off when we were excited. He didn’t give me much time to explore myself though, as he pushed me down on the couch and crawled on top of me.

Pushing my shirt up, revealing my tits, Mica began licking and sucking my nipples. After being with Mica and Lisa for a while I learned that Mica went with the heat of the moment and only asked to do everything our first time out of courtesy.

Now that he knew my body and personality better, this was not so much the case.

As he sucked my nipples, using his tongue to flick them, and his teeth to gently bite down, I felt his hand begin pushin off my jeans.

This made me horny and nervous all at once. We’re we really going to continue without Lisa? Is she okay with this? The more I spent time with them I realized that they wanted another women not only to spice things up, but to give Mica a little more. He had a much higher Libido than Lisa and he often liked things rougher and in weird positions. Lisa isn’t so much into this all, and that’s where I came in.

But she wasn’t here, she couldn’t dictate how far he could go, and I felt unsure. As usual though, when I get horny all sense goes out the window, and at that time I thought “fuck it”.

With my resolve I helped him kick off my pants and underwear. The moment they were off, Mica stopped playing with my breast and got off me. Backing away, he positioned himself so that he was laying flat on his back at the other side of the couch.

“Get over here and let me have a taste of that fat pussy.” I knew exactly what he wanted and crawled over to get into my position.

I stood over Mica face and slowly lowered myself so that my pussy was right above his mouth. He loved face sitting, and had me or Lisa get eaten out like that almost every time I’ve come over.

Once i was close enough, I got down on my knees, and pushed my pussy to his mouth. He grabbed my ass, and within seconds I felt his tough poking around my vagina lips.

He moved my hips first so that he could take a mouth full of my clit. My breathes became shallower as I held on to the back of the couch, and felt his big wet tongue run back and forth over my clit. He would lick it lightly, circling it, then suck on it hard as he flicked the small bean.

I was really starting to get wet, my hole begging for attention. Mica could tell and repositioned me so that my hole was now over his mouth. This was one of my favorite parts, and I started to moan as I felt him lick my hole and dart his tongue in and out as far as he could. It felt so good that I applied more pressure to his face and he took it happily.

“Oh god yes. Mica, tongue fuck me!” I yelled. Since the first time we fucked, Ive found out that Mica loves dirty talk. It took me a little bit to get used to it, but soon enough it became exhilarating to here these words come out my mouth and out of his.

Once again he switched back to my clit and continued to eat me out, roughly licking and sucking, sending shivers through my body. Much to my happiness, I felt his fingers begin prodding at my ass. Anal was a huge turn on for me, and I loved when Lisa and Mica played with my ass. Using some of my pussy juices, Mica was able to lube up his fingers and stick two of his pudgy fingers in.

I began bucking my hips, and pushing down harder as the sensation of his licks and fingers started pushing me over the edge.

“Oh god Mica, I’m gunna cum! Oh god yes right there, lick my fat clit!” My hips moved faster has I moaned, and rode his face. “Oh god, deeper Mica, fuck my ass deeper!”

Stretching has far as he could around my pudgy waist, he pushed his fingers in as deep as he could, and this set me off. I gripped the couch tightly as a ripple of pleasure went through me. I put all my weight onto his face and came as Mica continued to eat me out.

Once the climax had subsided some, I quickly got off Mica’s face to catch my breathe and let him get up.

While I recovered, Mica cleaned himself up a little and took off his pants. He stood up in front of me stroking his half erect penis, and I knew it was my turn to return the favor.

Sitting up so that my face was just inches away from his penis, I gently wrapped my hand around his dick and took over the stroking. I continued to play with his dick, using his full length, and gently rubbing the head of his cock where I learned he likes it.

Once he was a bit harder, I took his cock in my mouth.

“Oh yes” he grunted. “Suck my fat dick Mae.”

I began blowing Mica, using my tongue to play with the head, and stroking the rest of his length that I could not fit in my mouth.

The more I sucked, licked, and stroked the harder and bigger he got. Soon enough Mica was starting to gently moves his hips, forcing me to take more and more of his length. Before he got too aggressive though, Mica stopped, and pulled back.

I’ve learned that Mica doesn’t like to cum inside a girls mouth, knowing neither I nor Lisa liked it very much ourselves. So the next best thing is of course my pussy.

He had me stand up, then bend down over the couch. Standing up while fucking was still new to me, but I had regained my energy and was eager to go again.

Mica rubbed his fingers through my wet slit, and brushing past my clit over and over again causes me pant in pleasure and anticipation. Finally after making his way back to my hole, Mica stuck a few fingers in my pussy and swirled them around to make sure I was ready to go. After thrusting and wiggling his fingers around Mica pulled out, his hands hands soaked in my juices and knew he could have his way with me.

Mica started rubbing his dick up and down my wet lips, pushing the head in slightly, then taking it out ever time he got to my hole. He did this over and over again until I realized he was teasing me, something he never really got to do while Lisa was around because she always got impatient and wanted to see him fuck me.

It felt good, but I wanted more and he knew it.

Mica gave a small laugh and said “Look at this hungry little hole. Trying to suck up my dick every time I come by.”

I couldn’t take it anymore and tried to push back the next time he put the head of his dick in, hoping it’d go farther in. I whined with protest when it didn’t work.

“Whoa! Well look who’s being aggressive today. That’s what I like to see, but I want to hear you say it. What do you want Mae?”

I get embarrassed easily and he knew that, but I couldn’t take it anymore.

“I want to be fucked Mica! Pound my fat pussy with your big dick!”

“That’s a girl!” He said as Mica finally lined up his cock and thrusted deep in one go.

I let out a moan and continued to egg him on “Ah! Fuck! Yeah just like that Mica! Mess my pussy up!”

“Hell yeah!” Mica yelled as he began pumping.

I shivered in excitement as I finally got what I wanted, Mica’s big dick pounding me from behind.

As Mica fucked me I couldn’t help but think of Lisa. Wondering how she would feel knowing that while she was at work her husband was ramming another woman on her couch.

Mica got more aggressive as time went on, and at this point he had a tight grip on my pony tail, pulling it as he slammed his dick deep in my pussy.

“Mae, taking my fat cock so greedily. Does it feel good? Does my little slut feel good?”

“Yeah! Ah! Yeah it feels so good!” I screamed out in pleasure every time he hit my inner most spot, and rocked my hips back to meet his so he was pounding me faster and harder.

I could tell when he was getting close to coming as he let go of my hair, grab my waist and began pounding into my cunt. There was so much force in each thrust that it was almost painful, but there was no way he was stopping.

“Oh god Mica! So fucking hard!”

“Yeah it is. I’m gunna cum in your hungry fat pussy!” He started pushing me into the couch with his weight, and my legs finally gave out from the hard fucking so that I was now kneeling on the couch.

Mica’s grip tightened on my waist and he continued to slam into me until I could feel his cum start pouring in me. I moaned and twitched as he let it all out with a few hard thrust, and collapse on top of me with his dick still in my pussy.

I felt all his cum in me, and breathed heavily waiting for him to pull out. Once he had enough energy, Mica pulled out and slid to the floor next to the couch.

I could tell Mica was ready to relax for a little but I was still ready to go, and wanted to cum. So while Mica relaxed I started fingering my self, feeling my juices and his cum inside me.

Mica saw this and patted my leg that was near him. “Not enough?”

I shook my head, “It felt really good, but I want to cum.”

If Lisa were here, this is where she would usually come in and help me finish, but we both knew she wasn’t there.

Mica happily took over for Lisa though, and scooted over towards me. He gently moved my hand away from my pussy and replaced my fingers with two of his. They were much longer and thicker so I let out a soft pleasurable gasp.

He began fingering me, wiggling his fingers, hitting my sensitive spot gently than harder. With ease he soon stuck in a third finger and finger fucked me faster and harder this time.

“Oh fuck yes! Mica fuck me with your fat fingers! Harder!”

It felt so good, and it got even better when I felt him slowly start to add his pinkie. He continued to wiggle and twist and stretch my pussy until he had four fingers in.

“That feel good? Your slutty hole took in these four fat fingers all the way up to my knuckles.”

“Yes! It feels so good Mica!” It really did, and I needed him to move. So I desperately grabbed his arm and started moving it on my own.

His fingers went in and out slowly at my command, but that still wasn’t what I wanted. “Mica I need it harder! Finger my fat pussy!”

I guess Mica decided that was enough teasing, and got serious. Mica held down my waist as he went all out, twisting and thrusting his fingers as fast as he could.

Sometimes he would stop just long enough to get his fingers in real deep and make a up and down movement with his whole hand. This sent me bucking and moaning, yelling “oh god yes! It feels so good!”

Then I felt it, my whole body began to shake, and I was yelling “oh god, oh god!” over and over again. Mica held my legs apart as he continued to finger fuck me and I started cumming.

I dug my nails into the couch and lifted my waist into the air as my pussy clench Mica’s fingers and came.

Once I lowered my body back on the couch, Mica removed his fingers and sat by my legs on the couch. I kept my eyes closed and just stayed there while recovering from the shakes still going throughout my body. After sitting there for a little, he turned on the TV and we watched a few shows as we cleaned up, went to the bathroom, and got a drink.

Time went by and it was finally 4pm, so I knew Lisa was going to be home any minute. This made me uneasy because I was still unsure of how she felt about us doing it alone.

Mica on the other hand had not a single worry has I watched him begin stoking his dick again. In no time he was already rock hard. Smiling he looked at me and says “this guys ready for another round, gimme that fat pussy.”

I didn’t move at first. I couldn’t help but think what if we didn’t finish before Lisa got back. Would she be mad if she walked in on us.

I didn’t have time to think it through though as Mica instead came over to me, brought my butt to the end the of the couch, open my legs and pushed his dick in.

I wasn’t as wet as before, but it still didn’t hurt and I didn’t fight it. Soon enough Mica was standing over me, fucking my little cunt. It felt great, and front this angle his cock hit a good spot so I started gettin more into. Moaning and squealing as he picked up the pace, hearing his balls slap against my fat ass every time he thrusted.

Halfway through, I heard the apartment door open though, and in walks Lisa. I began to panic a little and almost pushed Mica off, but Mica was having none of that. He continued to slam into my pussy, even when Lisa came over for a kiss.

After the kiss Lisa gave Mica’s ass a small smack and started walking towards the kitchen saying “Don’t stop on my account you two. Make sure you fuck her real good Mica. Ill join in a few minutes.”

With approval from Lisa, my nerves calmed and I relaxed. Mica took advantage of this, and slammed his dick as hard as he could into me. I gasped in pain and pleasure and wrapped my arms around his neck as he continued to fuck me.

That day was extremely nerve racking but also a liberating day. It finally gave us all the freedom to have fun and do whatever even when one wasn’t around. There are now days I spend it with just Lisa or days I’m just with Mica and I love every moment of it.

Bonus:

This is something that just happened about three weeks ago, and it was one of those times I was just with Mica.

One Monday afternoon around 1pm, Mica gives me a call and asks “Where are you?”

“In my dorm room. Why?”

“Didn’t you say on Monday’s your roommate is out doing something for her class all day?” He asked.

“Yeah, she’s student teaching. Why, what’s up?” I was really wondering where he was going with this.

“Fantastic! My work sent me somewhere close to your school, and I have some time to spare. I’ll be there soon.”

At this I panicked because I have another class in two hours and wouldn’t be able to go to their place. He knows that so I wasn’t sure what he was thinking.

“Mica I can’t leave, I have class soon.”

“I know, that’s why I asked about your roommate.”

That’s when it clicked, he wanted a quickie, while my roommate was away. This excited me, and I hesitated to say okay, but now I wanted to take the chances while I could. “Okay, text me when you get here.”

Within 20 mins Mica had arrived and we were now in my room. He looked around and commented on our decor.

This wasn’t what he was here for though, and I knew it. I was siting on my bed when he came over and started kissing my neck and playing with my breast through my shirt.

It made me nervous thinking my roommate could possibly come back early or something, and i knew I couldn’t miss class, so I started speeding things up a little.

As he kissed my neck I ran my hand over his dick through his pants. I felt it start to bulge, and decided to unzip his pants and pull out his cock.

He must have been ready to go a long time ago because his dick was almost completely erect. Mica stood up straight and I got to the edge of the bed where I took his dick in my mouth and started to give him head.

By this time I was horny, and could feel my panties getting wet. I had on a pair of leggings so it was easy for me to push Mica and his hard cock away, get on all fours and pull my leggings down so my pussy was in full view.

“I see someone is ready to go” Mica said as he gave my ass a light slap.

“Mmmmm yeah, fuck my pussy.” I really was ready to go, and was dying to get a good pounding. But I was also still a little shaken about my roommate and class.

Mica complied though, and began pushing his big dick in, stretching my little hole.

Once all the way in he slapped my ass again and told me “relax a little, you’re tighter than usual. It feels good, but I don’t want to hurt you.”

I’m glad he was being Considerate and took his advice. I calmed down, and took some breathes. He must have felt my ease because he started steadily pumping in and out.

I took him in happily now and began moaning as he hit that sweet spot over and over again. Grabbing a handful of my hair, Mica started thrusting harder and faster, grinding his dick against the inside of my pussy.

“Yeah right there Mica. That feels good, fuck me, mmmmhhh! Fuck me!”

Our walls are pretty thin in my dorm and I’m sure my neighbors could hear me if they were in there, but it felt too good for me to care at that moment.

“Yeah! Yeah! Right there, fuck me harder Mica. Harder!”

He was hitting such a good spot and I was suddenly so turned on by the thought of someone hearing me that I was already close to cumming. Luckily I wasn’t the only one, and Mica let go of my hair to grab my waist and begin pounding my cunt hard.

The whole bed shook and began hitting the wall, this only got me more excited as I could hear the rhythm of our fucking.

I began rubbing my clit as Mica put his weight into each thrust, slamming me into my bed.

I shoved my face into a pillow as I moaned and screamed, cumming on Mica’s dick that rammed into me at high speed nearing his own climax. At the last second Mica pulled out and came all over my back and bed.

It felt so good that it took me a moment to regain my energy but once I did, I admit to yelling at Mica a little. One of the few times he doesn’t cum inside, and it had to be right before my class and on my bed.

Mica apologized and helped me clean up. In the end we were okay and right before he left he made a promise that the next time we do this, he’ll cum inside 😉

I was excited knowing that this could happen again!


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Who The Hell Is Beating Off Bob? by Lubrican

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Introduction:

What do you do when you work with a bunch of babes, and you’re forced to compete with a guy who writes porn? I mean the guy probably isn’t even real, right? But maybe you can use his effect on those women to further your own agenda.

Editorial Comment: This story was written at a time when the pen name the author used was “Beating Off Bob”. Some of you may remember that name. For others, it will seem odd, or foreign. But that’s the name he started writing under. That name caused a lot of … sensation … among readers, which is one of several reasons why Bob changed his pen name to Lubrican. But the B.O.B. name is integral to the story, and was left in, because using his new name wouldn’t have made any sense at all. While this is a fictional story, it is also a social statement of the author’s feelings about the value of erotica, and how it may be used for positive purposes.

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Author’s Note: One day I received an email notifying me that I had a fan club of sorts, made up of nine or so women who all work in the same company, and who gather at breaks to read aloud, to each other, my stories. They call themselves, it is said, “The Dirty Girls”.

Even if it’s not true, it’s a good tale, and what author could pass up a chance to write a story like that? It would give me a chance to write about myself in the process, which is hard because I’m so humble, and I could pass along some of the criticism I’ve received from dissatisfied readers.

And so, I wrote this story, and it is dedicated to … The Dirty Girls … whoever and wherever you are.

Bob

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Who The Hell Is Beating Off Bob?

by Lubrican (AKA Beating Off Bob)

Chapter One

They were at it again.

I was walking down the hall one night and I heard giggling. I work at the Falkenville Community Hospital, on the night shift, in the receiving department.

Sounds special, doesn’t it?

But in all actuality, we get maybe three or four deliveries a night, and most of those are partial loads on common carriers, a pallet here, three or four pallets there, sometimes just a few boxes. Then, of course, we have to unpack everything and put it all away on the shelves.

Many nights it takes maybe three or four hours. The rest of the time we nap, or read, or watch TV.

Or surf the net.

My name’s Dirk, and I work with three women. It doesn’t take all of us to do the job, but the hospital got a grant to hire some people to improve efficiency. Before us there was one old guy who took in the stuff and the nurses had to come down and unpack and distribute it.

So when I heard giggling, I knew they were at it again. Julie is the oldest. She’s probably in her late thirties, divorced, no kids, and bitter about it. She had the dream marriage, with the nightmare husband who couldn’t keep it in his pants.

Jill is the intern, a college kid with glasses and short dark hair that barely goes down past her ears. She always looks so intense, like the world could come to an end any minute and she’s trying to be ready for it. She works hard at being all grown up, which is a shame cause she’s really just a kid who’s throwing away her youth.

Then there’s Linda. She’s about my age, maybe 26 or 27. She’s got a little girl and she NEVER talks about the father. All she’s ever said is “He’s not in our lives.”

Technically I’m the supervisor. But there isn’t really anything to supervise. I sign documents and take the heat if we accept the wrong stuff, or the right stuff, but in the wrong quantities – that drives accounts payable crazy. And, by mid shift we’re pretty much done, most nights.

That’s when they usually gather around the computer and the giggling starts. It was Linda who got them all started. One night I heard her call Julie over to the computer. “Jules, come here. You aren’t going to BELIEVE this!” Julie went over and there was some low voiced exchange and then quiet as Julie read something. About a minute into it she pushed Linda out of the chair and sat down, staring intently at the screen like she was reading about how they just found the fountain of youth, and were telling people where it was.

Then she leaned forward and actually moaned! Linda burst out giggling and said “See what I mean? Is that HOT, or is that HOT!”

I stood up from where I was sitting reading an old paperback copy of Heinlein’s ‘Stranger In A Strange Land’ and said “What’s up?”

Linda turned around and held up one hand in the classic “STOP” signal. “Sit back down big guy” she said. “This is female stuff. Not for you.”

I lost interest, but as I sat down I saw that Julie hadn’t even looked away from the screen even once during the whole thing. About five minutes later she rolled the chair back, stood up and said “I gotta go to the bathroom.”

For some reason that made Linda cackle with laughter and she called out “I used the left stall!”

I wouldn’t have thought anything about it, except that it happened again the next night. After we got all done Linda sat down at the computer and started clicking the mouse. Pretty soon she called out “Julie, he posted another one!” Julie almost RAN over to the computer and they stared at the screen together this time. I could see the screen and it was all just text on the screen. Then they got in an argument about how fast to scroll the screen. Both of them were gasping and making little sounds in their throats.

Jill wandered over and started reading over their shoulders. They were both so involved in their reading that they didn’t even notice her.

Until she said “Oh my GOSH! What in the WORLD are you guys reading?”

Julie looked up and said “Sweetie, you’re a little young for this kind of stuff.”

Of course that was like throwing down the gauntlet to Jill, and the next thing I knew there were THREE chairs in front of the screen. Jill demanded they start over, which they did. Then it got quiet and they were all breathing heavily, staring and reading the slowly scrolling words.

I tried to read, but it was too quiet. Finally they were done. Jill said “Wow, I’ve never seen anything like that.”

Linda grinned. “His stuff is so hot I just have to … ” she glanced at me to see if I was listening. I pretended to be deep in my book. She continued in a whisper “I have to go rub off after I read it.”

Hysterical giggling and squealing, like a bunch of girls at a slumber party, broke out. Julie gasped “ME TOO! LAST NIGHT … ME TOO!”

Jill was confused. “You read that last night too?”

Linda laughed and said “Hell no, girl, he’s got maybe fifty stories posted.”

Then there was this scramble to get the three chairs back in front of the screen and Linda went to work. A new page came up and there was a muffled conference as Linda’s long-nailed finger slid down the screen, apparently down a list or something. They agreed on something and the screen changed again.

This time it took them fifteen minutes to read whatever it was they were reading. I mean it was as quiet as a tomb in there, except for these little noises they made in their throats. Then, when they were done, they all three went their separate ways and I didn’t see hide nor hair of them for another half hour.

They were all smiles and giggles when they got back together though.

The next night the same thing happened. And the night after that.

Finally I couldn’t take it any more. I just HAD to find out what was going on.

The next night I let them get started reading and stood up quietly. I drifted over behind them. At the top of the page were the words: LUCKY SISTER by BEATING OFF BOB.

It was some sort of story or something.

“Who the hell is Beating Off Bob?” I blurted out.

All three women looked up at me. Julie said, quite calmly, “I told you Dirk, this is woman stuff. You need to go over there and read, or sit quietly or something. When we’re done we’ll let you know.

She always thought that because she was older than me I should have to do whatever she said. Normally it didn’t bother me. That night I got hot under the collar.

“What the hell kind of name is that anyway?” I growled. “What’s going on?”

Linda stood up and turned around to face me. “Dirk, honey, (she flirted with me a lot) we’re kind of busy right now. Please, just go sit down and be a good boy. We’ll explain it to you later. OK?”

I suddenly realized she smelled really good. So I went and sat.

I felt like I was a pussy or something.

They read steadily for fifteen minutes, making those sounds again. Linda sat back in her chair. “I have a brother, and he’s cute and all, but I could NEVER do that with him.”

Julie’s head turned and she said “Of COURSE not you silly girl. You’re not SUPPOSED to think about HIM. You’re supposed to think about somebody else … somebody you WISH was your brother, and how you’d do it with HIM if he WAS your brother.”

Jill was breathing hard. “I don’t understand. This stuff is perverted, but it makes me feel so hot! Why would I want to think about actually DOING any of this?”

Julie sighed, the sound of a woman who is making it obvious she’s being very patient. “Look, I read his profile, and I read between the lines. He’s not saying you should go out and DO this stuff. OK, think about it like this.” She turned to Linda. “Linda, you have Cynthia. She’s your daughter and you love her, right?”

Linda nodded.

“OK, now Cynthia has a father right?”

Linda went frosty. “I don’t want to talk about him.”

Julie put her hands up. “We’re not going to talk about him. But you had something once upon a time that was so good that you had Cynthia because of it. Is that right? Or was she an accident?”

Linda bristled “NO! She wasn’t an accident. I wanted her. I love her!”

Julie had her hands up again. “Yes, we know that. And it’s that feeling that I wanted to identify, not the pain. See, in reality there is all this pain. I was madly in love with Jack and he cheated on me and ruined it all, but I remember the feeling of being in love. So the reality was shitty, but when I read this guy’s stories, everything always works out and everybody’s always happy and it just beats the SHIT out of real life.”

Jill was shaking her head. “Yes, but you can’t just dream and fantasize all day long. You can’t live a fantasy.”

Julie nodded. “Yes, that’s right. We have to deal with our lives and whatever goes on in them, but … every once in a while … this man gives us something we can dream about long enough to pretend it’s about us, with some guy we’d like to be with, but probably never will, and have some excitement that turns out … nice.”

I had been listening to all this and I couldn’t take it any more. “Come ON Julie. You can’t be serious. This guy writes about … doing your sister or something and you want to have a fantasy about THAT?”

Julie stood up and walked over to me. “Dirk, have you ever whacked off while looking at a Playboy?”

Man she knew how to put me on the defensive. “I don’t have to answer that question.” I said defensively.

“Cut the shit Dirk, you wanted into this conversation. Now, do your part. Have you ever masturbated to Playboy? Yes or No Dirk.”

I darted a look at the other two women, thoughts of a sexual harassment complaint looming over this situation. But I wanted to know where she was going with it. And they looked … interested, not mad. “OK, sure, every guy does. So what?”

“What are the chances, Dirk, that you’ll EVER get together with one of the women in that magazine?”

I laughed. “None! I know that. That’s not the point. It’s just fun thinking about it.”

Julie turned around and bowed to her two coworkers. “I rest my case.” she said.

I realized I had just bolstered her argument. I wasn’t happy about it. I decided to take another path at knocking this Bob guy down. “OK, but what kind of pervert uses a name like ‘Beating Off Bob’? I mean that’s just disgusting. Who wants that image in their mind?”

Julie came to his defense. “But don’t you see? That’s the whole point. He doesn’t WANT the reader to try to actually do any of this stuff. So he reminds you with every story, that he writes fantasies to masturbate to, but not take seriously. Who could take a guy who calls himself ‘Beating Off Bob’ seriously? It’s PERFECT!”

I wasn’t doing all that well, so I changed tacks again. “I think I need to read one of these stories.”

The girls all put their head together and eventually nodded. Julie went to the computer, pushed some buttons and pulled up a story. It was called “Uncle’s Fashion Sense”.

I started reading. It was a story about a girl about to get married who got a bunch of lingerie at a shower and tried it on for her uncle. Then he … well he did a bunch of things to her. I noticed two things. His description of the girl made me think of Tiffany Watkins, who worked up in the ER and who I had had a letch for for months. She wouldn’t give me the time of day, but I saw her in that story. The other thing I noticed was that by the time I had … er I mean Uncle Bob had put his hands all over Tiffany … er I mean Beth … I had a hardon. And it was the kind of hardon that needed attention.

I was in trouble and I knew it. Then something caught my eye. “Hah!” I crowed triumphantly. “I knew the guy was a hack.”

“What?” asked Julie, worried now.

“This guy doesn’t know ANYTHING!” I said as I adjusted my cock to where it wouldn’t be so noticeable and stood up. “He says the crotchless panties she’s wearing came from Victoria’s Secret. ANYBODY knows that Victoria’s Secret doesn’t sell crotchless panties!. That comes from Fredericks of Hollywood, and NOT Victoria’s Secret. The guy’s a fraud.”

Linda said “Dirk, what’s that in your pants? Is that a pistol in your pocket, or did maybe Beating Off Bob give you a stiffy?”

“That’s nothing!” I barked. “Maybe I was a little titillated … at first … but he ruined it with that obvious mistake. I couldn’t POSSIBLY enjoy a story that had such a glaring error in it.”

Julie had been peering at the front of my pants. She grinned. “Of course not Dirk, after all, that’s a pivotal part of the story. It’s not important what she’s wearing. It’s only important that he correctly names the store where she got it. I’ll make sure to write to him and tell him he lost a reader because of that very VERY serious mistake.”

“You can actually WRITE to this guy?” I asked.

“Sure, I’ve sent him a couple of notes telling him he made me all wet and was very naughty.”

I goggled at this woman I thought I knew, this bitter divorced woman who didn’t seem to have any fun, and who was always pissed off about something.

“But he’s a PERVERT!” I yelled. “If you write to him he’ll write back and try to get you to meet him and then he’ll probably try to rape you or something or you’ll be murdered in your sleep!”

She actually LAUGHED at me. ME!

“Dirk, honey, I’d never meet with him. He’s happily married and I have no interest in HIM. I just like his FANTASIES!”

“He’s MARRIED?” I croaked.

“Yes, and he’s old enough to be my … uncle.” There was a brief pause as she let that sink in and then three women were laughing their asses off at me.

Linda was still looking interestedly at my pants, which were still full of hard dick because, like I said, this was the kind of boner that had to be dealt with. He really did write a pretty hot story.

“Dirk?” Linda said in a sweet voice that I knew boded no good for Dirk Hoffman. “Who did you think of when he described Beth?”

Now I was under a lot of pressure here, so it’s understandable that I didn’t think too hard before I answered the question. It was, after all, a pretty innocent question, right?

“Tiffany, up in the Emergency Room.” I said. Then, as men quite often do, I realized I’d just made a terrible mistake. “But only for a second. Then I forgot all about it. I mean I saw that mistake about the underwear and it was all over.”

I’d like to say it was a nice try, but … I still had a boner, you know?

Linda was cool as a cucumber. “Well, why don’t you toddle off to the bathroom and … think about Tiff … I mean Beth a little while. Maybe that would help your … situation.”

“I have work to do” I said, with as much dignity as I could.

Which wasn’t much.

Half an hour later, when I thought they might have forgotten about it, I went to the bathroom. I must have shot a quart, thinking about Tiffany trying stuff on for me, her loving Uncle. After that I went to the computer to track a shipment. I just sort of accidentally looked at the browser history and saw the address they had been reading the stories on.

storiesonline.net.

Even I could remember that.

I had my two days off. I own a computer. I read ten or twelve of his stories. I had to admit it. Other than the occasional spelling error, and some physical acts that were flat impossible if I remembered my biology and sex ed classes correctly, the plots he came up with, and the descriptions of the girls almost always made me think of somebody I knew and lusted after, or something from my youth that was close to what the story was about. I mean none of that stuff ever happened to me, but there were things I remembered that, if you plugged in some of his stuff here, and maybe a little bit there, you could pretend it had happened to you.

And, I am thoroughly ashamed to say, I about wore my poor peter out. And you know what? I have a sister, and three nieces, and several cousins, and I never once thought about THEM while I was abusing myself. I always seemed to be thinking about a girl or woman who, if she WAS my sister, or niece or cousin, I’d gladly commit incest with.

You know what pissed me off the most? That what Julie had said started making sense.

Well, I went back to work and I swear they all knew what I’d been doing on my days off.

Oh, they didn’t say anything outright. It was just looks. And giggles. And lines from his stories that they couldn’t know I’d read and remembered, but they said them, trying to get a rise out of me. And the trouble was … they always did.

And every night, when the work was done, they gathered around that screen and wiggled and moaned and sighed.

It got so I got a hardon and wasn’t even reading the damn stories!

Then, one night, they invited me to sit in with them.

It was a longer story, called “Family Boot Camp”.

Have you ever sat with three horny women who smell good, and are reading about pricks spurting in wet pussies, and who make these little sounds in their throats that are like what you always wished a woman would sound like while you were making love to her?

Guys I’m telling you it’s a rough situation. The only guy I feel sorrier for is the guy who takes all the pictures of all those Playboy Bunnies, but who isn’t allowed to EVER touch one, or say anything “inappropriate” or even let them know he sees their beauty, for fear they’ll get offended and take off and Hugh won’t get his dick wet because of it.

Night after night I sat there, prick poking a tent in my pants, smelling excited pussy all around me. And Fucking Beating Off Fucking Bob kept writing new fucking stories.

And I mean they were LITERALLY fucking stories.

In the mornings I usually just went home and went to bed. Then, whenever I woke up I ate something and went about whatever chores I had to do. Grocery shopping, laundry, you know the drill.

One morning I was down to my skivvies, getting ready to drop them – I sleep in the raw – and the doorbell rang. I have this sign by the bell that says “Day Sleeper. Do not ring”, so naturally I figure it’s some salesman. It pissed me off when they ignored my sign, so I went to the door, dressed in my boxers, and opened it. I hoped it was a sales WOMAN, cause I wanted to shock the shit out of her.

It was Julie.

She looked at me, eyebrows raised, and pushed past me, as if I’d just invited her in.

“Aren’t you going to close the door?” she asked, putting down her purse on the coffee table.

So I closed the door. I wasn’t really prepared for this. A lot of scenarios had gone through my mind in the past when I’d heard that bell ring. Not one of them had me opening the door to find Julie standing there. Especially not with me in my shorts.

“Uh … I’ll just go put something on.” I mumbled.

“Just sit down. I need to talk to you. Never mind the pants. I’ve seen men in their shorts before.” she ordered. Why did she always think she could just run roughshod over me?

But I sat down. It was easier that way, I guess. I tried to give her an expectant look.

She looked at me and bit her lip. She looked … nervous. “Look, Dirk …” she started.

I tried to look suave, relaxed, at ease. Sitting there in my underwear.

“Dirk, do you like me?” she asked suddenly.

Now how in the nine hells does a guy answer a question like that? I thought I was a pretty cool kind of guy, so I went for the frivolous nice answer.

“Well, you’re awfully bossy, and you act like you’re my mother half the time. You’re down on men, mostly, which I’m one of. But all things considered, if I was stuck on a desert island, I doubt I’d vote you off of it.”

While I was feeling proud of myself I saw the look come on her face and I knew I’d made a serious mistake. I finally understood her question hadn’t been frivolous at all. I saw her muscles tense, and I knew she was about to get up and walk out.

“Yes!” I blurted. “I like you.”

Her eyebrows went up again, and then, after a few more seconds, she relaxed.

“Do you think I’m … pretty?” She looked down.

Now this was an interesting question, all of a sudden. I realized that she was here on serious business, and that I needed to take her seriously. I knew she was on the cusp of hating men forever, and I thought that would be a shame, because she WAS a nice woman, with a great personality, her take-charge attitude notwithstanding. And I had the opportunity to respond to her as a friend, and maybe make her less likely to hate ALL men.

“Look Jules” I started, and she flinched. It was clear she was expecting the worst. Man, that husband of hers should be found and shot. “I’m going to answer that question, but I’m going to answer it honestly, OK? I mean I don’t want you to get pissed off, or file a sexual harassment complaint or any of that stuff. I’m just going to tell it the way I see it, OK?”

She winced when she said it, but she said “OK.”

“OK, first off, ‘pretty’ includes several things. One is your appearance. You’re in good shape, with a little meat on your bones, but you don’t look anywhere near your age. You don’t wear much makeup, but you have a good face. You’d look good in a pony tail, but you think you’re too old to wear it that way. The clothes you wear cover up your body, but it looks good … to me. You should be dating. There are lots of men out there who would love to get you in the sac…. I mean they’d love to get to know you.” I corrected myself.

She smiled. It was a little smile, but I rarely saw her smile at all.

“Now ‘pretty’ also has a personality component. You can have a brick shithouse kind of girl, but nobody can stand to be around her because everything is about her, if you know what I mean. But YOUR personality isn’t like that. You’re kind of a mother hen type, who likes to help people, and is always willing to give of herself, but doesn’t really ask all the much in return. Except you boss people around, and I really think that’s just a face you put on to keep people at a distance. But I can see through that. You’re just a nice woman Jules. And that’s attractive.

Now her smile was real, but her eyes were all glisteny, like she was getting ready to cry. She stood up. “Someone once told me that, when a man looks at a woman – any woman – there’s a part of his brain that immediately sizes her up as either being a potential mate, or NOT a potential mate. Then, depending on which of those things it is, he makes decisions about what to do about it. Is that true Dirk? Do men really do that?”

She was talking basic sociology 101. Women did the same thing, but in the woman’s case she’s checking out his genetics. Shoulders, legs, muscles, height and all that. Then that part of her brain decides whether or not she’d accept his sperm. Of course civilization has put all kinds of layers of decision making on top of all of that. Cavemen could see a woman, want her, and take her, but it isn’t that way these days. But I knew what she was talking about. I just didn’t know WHY she was talking about it.

“Sure” I said. “I do that all the time.”

I felt all the guys out there wincing as they read that last line. There’s an unwritten rule about admitting that to a woman.

“So, what did you decide when you looked at me?” she asked.

Which is precisely WHY there is an unwritten rule about admitting that to a woman.

So how does a guy answer that one?

“I’m sure I decided that you’d make beautiful babies.” I said.

Then I realized what I’d said. Shit! I needed to turn things around.

“So, what’s this all about Jules?” I figured if I started asking the questions, maybe I could get out of the trouble I was probably in.

She stood up. There was a look in her eyes I’d never seen before. It was a sort of … I don’t know … soft look? She was fiddling with the top button of her blouse.

“You’re a good man Dirk” she said, stepping even closer to me. “I’ve been thinking about that story that Bob wrote. The one about the kid that was sent to his Aunt and Uncle for punishment and his Aunt … took care of his needs? And her own needs too?”

I remembered and nodded, not sure where this was going.

“And I have a nephew, but he’s like a little prick, like those girls you were talking about who don’t care about anybody except themselves.”

She was so close now she was almost touching me.

“And then it occurred to me that you’re young enough to be my nephew.”

Now what the hell did THAT have to do with the price of tea in China?

“And if YOU were my nephew, I think I’d like to spend time with you.” She stepped even closer. I felt the tips of her breasts touch my chest.

And I began to get an idea of what was actually going on here. And I did not find the idea repugnant, other than it’s never a good idea to have office romances.

But I hadn’t had a girlfriend for over eight months, and Julie WAS a good looking woman.

“I don’t have an aunt.” I said, trying to sound sad. “But if I did, I’d wish she was like you.” I took it a step further to see how serious she was. “Except that a nephew shouldn’t think about his aunt like I’d think about you.”

Her eyes sparkled and she took a deep breath. She looked around. “Could you please get your poor old aunt something to drink? I’m just parched.”

OK, that threw me. But I played along and went to the kitchen and got her a glass of water. She didn’t so much try to drink it as pour it on her face. It all ran down on her blouse.

“OH!” she yipped, brushing at the stains. “How clumsy of me. I’ll just throw this in the dryer.” She started unbuttoning that blouse, and all I could see was skin. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Julie ALWAYS wore a bra.

So now I knew beyond doubt that she’d planned to come over here and was hoping that something like this would happen.

I’d like to say that I put my hands on her breasts, offering to keep them warm, or something witty like that.

What I did was go back to the kitchen, get more water, and then I came back out and threw it on her pants.

I’ll never forget the joy in her laughter.

Then it was clothing flying everywhere, and her tugging me to the wrong door, which went to a closet, and me dragging her to my bedroom. She started up about how she couldn’t let her nephew do this to her, because it just wasn’t right, and she plopped down on the bed and held her arms out to me. I climbed on and she insisted that I stop, while her hand went to my rock hard prick and pulled it to her opening. And then it was push, pull, slap, slap, kiss, kiss and the sweet agony of release, and I never even thought to ask her if it was OK to shoot off in her. I think we were both too giddy to think about protection. We were talking Aunt and Nephew, but we were acting like seventeen year olds.

Later I lay there on my side, just looking at her. She was GORGEOUS under those frumpy clothes she always wore. I told her so too, and she beamed.

“You already had your way with me. You don’t have to compliment me any more.” she said, her eyes wary.

“I have to set up having my way with you again, don’t I?” I cupped one of her beautiful heavy breasts.

“We’ll see.” she said. Then, quite seriously, she said “I don’t want this to affect what happens at work. I like my job, and I like my supervisor. I don’t want my supervisor to change.”

I responded quite seriously too. “I only have one aunt, and she never ever shows up at work.”

And at work we DID manage to act more or less normal, though there were some glances and winks. She told me she didn’t want to have ‘too much of a good thing’ so we only got together every couple of weeks or so.

But I digress. That’s actually in the future.

CHAPTER TWO

The next night, just like always, they got done with work and gathered around the computer. And, as usual they tittered and moaned.

“Dirk!” yelled Linda. “Don’t you want to read with us tonight Dirk?” I had a feeling that Julie had been less than discretionary with her two co-workers, concerning our little tryst.

Boy, was I wrong. But then, I wouldn’t know that until later.

Anyway, I almost put a wrench in the spokes without even knowing it when I said “Naw, I don’t think so.” See, I knew that if I read with them, surrounded by sweet smelling females, I’d get a monster hardon. I mean if it was a good story, and, for the most part they usually were. And I did NOT want to have the front of my pants poking out in front of Linda and Jill. If Julie saw it … no big deal. And, if it would have been just Julie and me there, I’d have read a story and then fucked her brains out.

But it wasn’t just us two.

“Come on Dirk.” whined Linda. “It’s more fun when you’re sitting here.”

Now, if I’d have stopped to think about that, I might have decided that was a decidedly odd thing to say. I mean, in the beginning they didn’t want me there at all. Hell, they didn’t even want me to know what they were DOING!. And now, all of a sudden, it’s more fun if I’m there?

But I didn’t think about that. I was busy thinking about how I was going to get out of embarrassing myself. I couldn’t say I found his stories boring. They knew better than that. And I could probably find something wrong with any of the stories … if you tried hard enough it was easy to do that.

Then Julie torpedoed me. “Yeah, come on Dirk. I think you’ll like this one.”

Now what. If she liked it she might want to … think about it … later … with me … if you get my drift. I felt my boner starting already. Maybe if I sat down it wouldn’t be so noticeable.

Linda and Julie scooted apart so I could sit between them. This story was called “Peeking At Sister’s Tattoo” and it was just dirty. I mean it was dirty in the old timey sense of being a nasty, dirty, spicy story. And it was different than his other stories. It was told different in a jerky kind of style.

But it was hot. I mean if you were a dirty, nasty, perverted sister-lover kind of guy, it would have you digging through the clothes hamper, sniffing your sister’s panties right NOW!

Now I’m NOT a dirty, nasty, perverted sister-lover kind of guy. I have a sister, and she’s nice and I love her and everything, but I just can’t get comfortable with a picture of her and me making the two-backed beast in my mind. In fact, I can’t even MAKE that picture in my mind.

I heard a gasp from Linda, beside me, and I glanced at her. Now if SHE was my sister, I’d be a dirty, nasty, sister-lover kind of guy.

The story got to a place where the kid was sperming his sister’s friend, and then went after his sister too, and Linda’s hand went between her legs. She was wearing jeans and I felt sorry for her. Jeans are so stiff. You can’t feel much through them. I looked over at Julie and her mouth was hanging open. She was breathing fast too.

Then I glanced at Jill. I expected her to look horrified. I mean she’s only 19 or 20, and all this just HAD to be new and perverted to her. She was leaning forward, that intense look on her face. Then in a low and sultry voice she said very very softly … “Oh fuck!”. She suddenly looked right at me and her mouth went into an “O” and she blushed.

“I have to go to the bathroom” she said. Then she jumped up and RAN towards the one reserved for the ladies.

Linda jumped up and hissed “Me too.” and took off after Jill.

That left Julie and me there. Julie turned to me and said “You don’t suppose we’d have time to …” She had this hopeful look in her eye.

“Julie!” I said, shocked. I mean she was the one who said things had to be cool at work, right?

Then SHE blushed. “Yeah, I know. But it would be nice right now.” She leaned over and gave me a quick kiss. “Maybe I’d better go make sure the girls are OK.” and she got up and went to the bathroom too.

I looked back at the story. The little bastard had fucked the THIRD girl too! AND she suddenly wanted to be knocked up by him, just like all the others. What a crock! I went to the bottom of the story, where you can write to the author. I didn’t want to use my work email address, but I had one at Hotmail so I could use it when doing business with on-line companies, so I put that one in the “from” spot.

Then I let the bastard have it. I told him that I might have bought off on ONE girl getting nailed, but that there was no way the others would do it too, especially his sister. I told him that he needed to get real, and besides, after seeing the tattoo through the peephole, that’s the LAST time it was even mentioned in the story, even though the name of the story WAS about the tattoo. Then I sent it to him. Imagine, thinking this crap was sexy and foisting it on the public.

Feeling good I looked around. It was kind of boring without all the girls being there. Just for shits and giggles, I sifted through his stories and picked one called “Love On The Range”. It was about a cowboy and I liked cowboys and western stuff. It started out pretty good and after maybe ten minutes I hoped the girls were having fun, because I was having fun. I’d substituted Julie for the mother in the story, and Linda for the blond girl. I figured Jill would take on the persona of the one who got snake bit. I didn’t know any girls as young as the one who “caught” him in the pond, but his description of her was good enough I could see her in my mind. I couldn’t make it all the way through the story before I had to go visit the little boy’s room. Man, for a guy I hated so much, he did have a way with words.

On my next day off I sat around the house again in my boxers, hoping that Julie would show up. I had been reading a lot of B.O.B.’s stories and even though they weren’t much good, I was pretty horny for some reason. Just thinking about sex, probably.

So, when the doorbell rang I was up and had the door open wide before I realized it wasn’t Julie.

It was Linda.

And she was looking FINE! She’d done something to her hair and she had on different makeup or something. She was wearing a tube top, that clung to her medium sized breasts like it was hanging on for dear life. Her nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. Short shorts completed her ensemble, not counting the sandals and sunglasses she had on.

She lowered the sunglasses, peering over them at my semi nakedness. My boxers had little hearts on them. I got them from a previous girlfriend for Valentines day and had thought that Julie would get a kick out of them. I felt my face get about the color of the hearts.

“My, my, my” she said, smiling. “Aren’t we decked out for the opera.”

“Um … sorry” I mumbled. “I thought you were somebody else.”

“Oh really?” she said, looking like she knew some secret. “And who would that be?”

“Uh … nobody. Never mind.” I said brilliantly. “What’s up?” I added lamely. “Come in. I’ll just go put something on.”

“Oh, that’s OK” she said. “I won’t be staying long. I just need your opinion about something.” She walked past me. MAN! She smelled good!

She walked into the living room like she’d been there before, which she hadn’t, and pointed to the couch. “You sit there.” she said.

I sat down, puzzled as to why she’d care where or even IF I sat. “What’s up?” I asked again.

She fiddled with her purse, standing in front of me. “You remember that story we read the other day? The one about the kid whose sister got a tattoo and he peeked at her?”

“Yeah, I said” It was pretty stupid. I even wrote our friend Bob a note about it.”

“You’re KIDDING!” she squealed. “What did he say?”

“Say?” I asked.

“Yeah, when he wrote back. What did he say?” She sounded quite confident that he’d answered my email.

“Um … I don’t know. I haven’t checked my email.” I said. It was true. I didn’t know anybody outside of work, and sent few emails. I received even fewer.

Linda looked around “Where’s your computer?”

“In the bedroom” I said.

“Where’s that?” she asked. “Lets go see what he said.”

I was trying to remember what condition my bedroom was in. “Linda, he probably deleted my email right away. I told him the story was no good. He wouldn’t answer something like that.”

Linda turned around and folded her arms under her breasts. My GOODNESS but they were tasty looking things. She had a look on her face that suggested she was not overly pleased with me.

“Dirk, Bob answers ALL his email if people leave a valid email address. He even wrote to ME one time.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I wrote and told him I liked one of his stories and he wrote back and thanked me for reading it.” She had a smug look on her face.

“That’s not answering an email. That’s acknowledging that you sent one.” I was a little upset that I was having to defend myself here.

“Well, I liked it and I bet you dinner that he answered yours too. Are you chicken to look?”

So I trudged back to the bedroom, which, thankfully wasn’t all that bad. The computer was on and the DSL was always on. Linda sat down like she owned the place and said “What service?” I told her and she accessed Hotmail’s server. “What user name?”

“Here, let me do that” I growled. I tried to put in my user name, which is IronMan and some numbers, and then the password really fast, so she wouldn’t be able to see it, but she was better than I was fast.

“Iron Man? How cute” she giggled. I had been typing sort of over her shoulder on one side and she turned to look at my boxers, just as blatantly as you can imagine. “Doesn’t look much like iron to me.” She laughed out loud and then giggled some more.

By then I was in and, sure enough, there was a message from Beating Off Bob. I cringed as she pulled it up. My message to him was there and his answer was above it.

It was embarrassing.

First he thanked me for my comment. Then he reminded me that he was writing fantasies, where all boys could shoot three times in a row and spurt streams of semen every time, because it would be fun to be able to actually do that, even though none of us can. Well, not at my age anyway. Then he told me to reread the story because I was wrong when I said he never mentioned the tattoo in the story after the part where the kid peeked.

I already knew I’d screwed up there, because I’d read the story again the next day and saw where the kids sees that his sister’s tattoo is of a dragon.

Then he thanked me for reading and suggested that I relax a little and save being worried about stuff for real situations.

Linda turned around and looked at me. She wasn’t looking at my shorts this time. “That’s the story I asked you about.” she said.

“Yeah?” I responded.

“You thought it was TRASH?!” she asked, her voice rising.

“Well, you know … I mean all I did was point out some inconsistencies … um … I just said it wasn’t very believable.”

“I READ what you said Dirk.” she said heatedly. “And I LIKED that story. I liked it a LOT!” she said. She was getting louder and louder. “In fact, Dirk, THAT’S why I came over here today.” She looked like women do when they’ve proved their point, but you don’t quite understand HOW they proved their point, or even THAT they proved their point.

I know you’ve seen that look. They all know how to do it.

Anyway, she was getting upset, and I didn’t want her upset. “Look, Linda, it’s no big deal. I just thought about my sister, and I couldn’t fit her into that fantasy, so I thought it was stupid.”

She looked at me and stood up. “I thought we explained that to you Dirk. You aren’t SUPPOSED to think about your REAL sister. You’re supposed to think about your PRETEND sister.”

“I don’t HAVE a pretend sister.” I said.

“What about me?” she said. “I’m about the right age to be your sister. Is it completely impossible for you to think of ME as your pretend sister?”

OK, guys, now I know you’re all with me and recognize this as one of those trick questions. No matter how you answer it, you can be wrong … big time. Then I thought back to what had happened with Julie.

My brilliant mind came up with: “OK … yeah … you’re right. If I HAD a pretend sister, I’d wish she was just like you.”

I know all you girls out there are laughing your asses off. But it was the best I could do in a crunch, OK?

The amazing thing, now that I reflect back on it, is that it was enough for Linda. It settled her down.

“And If I was your pretend sister, you’d give me advice wouldn’t you?” She asked that in a more normal voice.

“Sure” I said. It just popped out before I could stop it.

I just hate it when I open my mouth around a woman.

“Good” she said, beaming. “Cause that’s why I came over today. I need your advice.”

Oh shit. “Um … what about?” I opened Pandora’s box, just like that.

“Well,” she said “When I read that story I thought about getting a tattoo. And I thought maybe you’d give me some advice on what kind to get … and where to put it.”

“Gee Linda” I said, putting some sorrow in my voice. “I’m not sure I know very much about tattoos. I mean I don’t even know what kind they have.”

“That’s OK” she said. “When I went to the tattoo place they have the temporary kind? You know that you can put on with water and they stay until you wash them off? Anyway, I got some of them, so we could … experiment.”

She dug into here purse and pulled out an envelope. She dumped it on my computer desk. There were four or five little pictures, about an inch or two across.

One was a dragon.

“Wow” I said, impressed. “That’s just like the one in the story.”

She smiled. “Yes, that’s why I got that one. So … where do you think that one should go? I mean if I get that one.”

She stood back, like that would mean I could make a decision. In the story the tattoo went right inside the border of the girl’s pubic hair. I could see that in my mind, but not on Linda. I’d have to look at her … pussy … to visualize that, and I didn’t think she’d appreciate that one bit.

I realized my eyes were firmly fixed on where I wasn’t supposed to look and tore them away, lifting them up. Her eyes nailed me right then and there. She knew exactly where I had been looking.

“Do you think it would look good … there?” Her voice was husky.

“Um … I don’t know. Maybe.” I said, swallowing.

“We can put it on.” she said, picking it up from the desk top. “To see what you think.”

I already knew what I’d think if she put it on where the girl in the story put it.

Then, like a bolt of lightning, I figured out why she was there. It was just like Julie, who had come over to live out one of Bob’s fantasies with me. She wanted to play some kind of … game. The funny thing was, all I could think about was how she never … ever … talked about the guy who had gotten her pregnant. There could only be two reasons. Either he had abandoned them, or she had run from him. In either case, what she was doing with me was pretty extraordinary. She obviously trusted me.

I looked at Linda again. She was medium height, with dark blond hair. She had a nice smile, though she rarely used it. I’d seen her little girl a couple of times and she was a doll, cute as could be. Once or twice I’d thought about Linda, staying alone, never talking about the guy who fathered her child, and about how sad it was that some guy wasn’t graced with her presence in his life. She was a nice woman, who had a lot to offer a guy. I needed to be nice to her.

I had been thinking instead of talking, something I should practice more often, but she was biting her lower lip, waiting for some response from me.

“Shouldn’t we put all of them on?” I asked. “I mean, to get the best idea of which one would be best?”

She looked at me and, somehow, I could tell that the game had really started. She had this different look in her eyes, part hope, part lust, part “I knew I could get him if I tried”. There was promise in that look. It promised that, if I did things right I’d have a very good time. And it promised that if I did things wrong, it would get ugly.

“Well, I suppose we could do that.” she said, as if she’d just this second thought of it. “And … you’d help me with that?”

“Ummm yes.” I answered. “Who is this tattoo going to be for? I mean is it to make a statement to the public? Cause if it is it needs to be visible to the public.”

She put her hands behind her, like a little girl who has been caught doing something wrong and hopes she can look thin and harmless enough to avoid punishment. “No” she said softly.

“Well, then, is it for some cause? Or maybe to make a point? You know, the principle of the thing?” It would need to be someplace where you COULD show it easily, but not where it would show all the time.”

Again she shook her head. “No, I was thinking of doing it for my boyfriend.”

“Ahhhh” I said sagely, as if I had just that second thought of that possibility. “So it could be … well hidden. Where only he would ever see it.”

Now she nodded. “Uh huh” she said. It was so totally unlike her to say that that it just sounded … hot somehow. I didn’t have to look at my shorts. I knew they were tented out.

“Well then” I said, playing my part and making sure of something. “Maybe you should have your boyfriend help you decide which one and where to put it.”

She frowned beautifully. She had to have practiced that frown in the mirror for hours. The only things that moved on her face were the ends of her eyebrows and the very corners of her lips. It was more of a hint of a frown than a frown, but it was devastatingly effective.

“I don’t actually HAVE a boyfriend yet. But I hope I will some day.”

“Um … I see. No boy friend. I can’t believe it, but I see.” It never hurt to throw in the odd well placed compliment when role playing like this.

Except it didn’t really feel like role playing. She really WAS sort of like a sister to me. I mean she didn’t have a man in her life, and she had to be struggling to raise her daughter alone and all, and my heart went out to her just like it would go out to my real sister if she were in that situation. And I really meant that compliment, because she WAS a babe and I COULDN’T believe she wasn’t surrounded by men all the time. I thought about how I might just get lucky here, and I actually FELT … lucky because of that.

“Well, I haven’t found one yet I like enough to call him my boyfriend. I’m kind of … picky.” She knew how to throw out a random compliment too.

I decided to ratchet it up a notch. “So, this tattoo needs to be someplace where, when your boyfriend sees it, he knows he’s the ONLY guy who will get to see it.”

“Uh huh” she hit me hard again.

“Well, OK” I said. “Um, I don’t mind and all … helping you I mean. But it probably wouldn’t be right for ME to see where this tattoo is going to go. I mean I’m not your boyfriend.”

She smiled. “Yes, but you’re my brother … we’re family … so it’s OK. Besides, won’t the tattoo artist see it too?”

Now I tried to look studious and uninterested. Never mind I was standing there in my heart-covered boxers, with a full monte boner poking the front out seven inches.

“OK” I said, like we had just concluded a dry business deal. “So it’s going to have to go in the bikini area. I mean that’s the only place nobody will see but him. And me. And the tattoo artist.”

“Gee, I guess you’re right. Kind of like the girl in that story we read, right?”

She had decided to change her personality to that of Marilyn Monroe acting stupid, but she was so cute at it that I was having a good time. And, it gave me an opening to be the bad big brother who seduces his poor trusting little sister.

“Well, I’ll go get some water” I said helpfully. “For the tattoo. And you can take all your clothes off.”

“Golly!” she said breathily. “ALL of them? You mean I have to be NAKED?”

“Well sure” I said comfortingly. “I mean we have to find places to put six tattoos, and with your clothes getting in the way and all, that would be really hard. Besides, don’t we need to see what you’ll look like to your boyfriend? Won’t HE see you naked?”

“Golly!” she sighed again. “I guess so. OK!” she said brightly. Before I could even move her tube top was down around her waist, like a thick belt. “Oops! she dimpled at me. “I pushed it the wrong way.”

Who was seducing who around here?

I just stood there, leaking into my shorts. Her breasts weren’t all that spectacular. I mean they weren’t huge, or anything like that. But they were Playboy Bunny boobs. Full, firm, not a hint of sag, perfectly round areolas, and button nipples that were the creamy color of the chocolate milk they looked like they might be capable of squirting.

She smiled sweetly. “The water?” she prompted.

I stumbled to the kitchen and got a cereal bowl and put water in it. I grabbed the scissors from the drawer and hurried back to my bedroom, where a naked woman was waiting for me.

She was waiting, and she was naked, but she had both hands covering her pubis.

“I’m a little shy” she said, not sounding shy in the slightest. “I thought about that story, and how she had to shave a spot for the tattoo, and I thought that would look … funny. So I kind of thought that maybe if there wasn’t any hair at all, it wouldn’t look funny. But I don’t know. I thought my big brother would give me an honest opinion.”

I leaked a LOT in my shorts then. In all my years I’ve never seen a real live actually shaved pussy. The idea gripped me … like a giant hand around my balls. Oh, it was gripping me gently … but only for now.

“Uh…” I had to clear my throat. “Gee, I don’t know sis. Let’s … um … have a gander.”

Her hands came away and my knees got all rubbery. I noticed for the first time she was thin, in excellent shape. She hadn’t thickened in the thighs, like a lot of women my age, and there was still a triangular shaped hollow at the top of her thighs, and one point of that triangle was made by where her thighs DID touch.

And that hollow space was full of pussy lips. Well, not FULL exactly, but they were hanging down probably a full inch from where they were attached. And I could tell just from looking that if I pinched them and pulled, they’d end up two inches long. I mean you could wrap up the knob of your dick in them like it was a birthday present or something.

At that point I was SO glad my long lost sister had found me.

“Uh, why don’t you sit down … over there.” I pointed at my bed. It was fate or something that I had just put new sheets on it, and that it was actually made up for once.

She sat on the bed, with her ass right on the edge of the bed and leaned back, supporting her upper body with her arms. That thrust her breasts out at me. Then, like Mata Hari moving in for the kill, she let her knees drift slowly apart … wider … wider … wider, until there was room for me to get between them.

“You can kneel there.” She pointed to the floor between those lily white spread thighs. Those long loose pussy lips were stuck together.

I knelt, still holding the bowl of water and the scissors.

She held out the dragon tattoo and I trimmed around it so that it would be easier to handle. “Lets try this one first.” she said. “I read the back. It says you can … lick … the area you want to put it on, and then you press it to where you licked, and you have to leave it there for sixty seconds.”

Somehow the bad big brother’s plan to seduce his little sister had been found wanting, and little sister’s plan to seduce her innocent older brother had been substituted.

I looked at the bowl of water and set it carefully down on the floor. I pushed it away from me. “I always follow instructions.” I said. I looked at where I was going to lick.

“Here?” I touched her skin with the tip of my index finger, well above where there used to be hair.

She shook her head.

I dragged the tip of my finger an inch closer to those fabulous floppy pussy lips and looked up at her face, framed by those glorious breasts.

Another head shake.

I slid my finger tip to within an inch of her pussy lips and she sucked in air. “There!” I said.

She was biting her lower lip, and gave me a head nod.

“OK, then” I said, like I was about to sharpen a pencil or something. “Here we go.” I leaned in and stuck my tongue out as far as I could, and made it as hard as I could, and I licked the tiniest possible area, an inch from her pussy lips. I ran my tongue tip in circles while she squirmed. Then I pulled back and slapped the small piece of paper on that area and held it there. I looked up and her eyes were smoky.

“We’ll just have to wait sixty seconds” I said, matter of factly. I started humming the Jeopardy tune, like they do when they’re waiting for an answer.

“I don’t think you got it wet enough” said Linda in a voice I did NOT recognize.

“Well, we could try again” I said amiably. “On the other side maybe? Put your finger right there.” She brought a hand up and I put one of her fingers on the dragon tattoo that still had 30 seconds to go.

I got up and went to the computer, where the remaining tattoos were lying.
I was on my way back when she said “Dirk, it doesn’t seem fair that I have to be naked, but you get to wear those ridiculous shorts.”

I had been hoping she’d say that, but I resisted. “Well golly sis, it’s just that there are some things you might not be old enough to see. I wouldn’t want to shock you or anything.”

“Dirk, we’re just family here” she said and she sounded like Linda again. “How could you possibly shock me?

I bent over and shucked my shorts. My seven inch boner sprang out and pointed at her like a bloodhound on the trail.

“Oh my!” she said. And this time she REALLY sounded like Linda. “Maybe you CAN shock me.”

I got to my knees and held out the remaining tattoos. She picked a butterfly and handed it to me. Then she put her hand back behind her and waited for me to lick that area wet. First, I pulled the first paper off. It had transferred beautifully, and she now had a tiny fire breathing dragon about an inch from her pussy. I wanted to lick that pussy so bad I was panting, but the dragon looked good, and I knew if I started making her pussy sloppy it would disappear, so I got back up and left her with a question in her eyes. I got a mirror off the hallway wall and brought it back. I positioned it for her and she stared at her new artwork.

“That, little sister, looks HOT!” I said.

“Wow! she said in a little voice. “It really does, doesn’t it?”

I put the mirror on the bed beside her and got down between her spread thighs. The time for playing was over. I put the butterfly on the mirror, spread those wonderful pussy lips with my thumbs and stuck my tongue in her pussy.

She gave me a nice sound as I licked upward and ran my tongue over her clitty mound. It was almost smooth there, and I wasn’t sure I’d found it until she gave a sigh when my tongue pressed there and flicked over that area several times. I sucked in those floppy outer lips, which had thickened considerably. It was really amazing. You could get them clear inside your mouth and bite on them. It was almost like having a woman’s tongue in your mouth. They were THAT large. But she didn’t seem to get all that big a thrill out of having them pulled on, so I went back to licking up inside her and rubbing her clitty with my upper lip.

“Ohhh Dirk, I knew you’d be good at this.” she moaned. She was moving her hips around a little, and her pussy was getting nice and wet. I pulled back enough to make sure our little dragon friend was still there. He was. I licked over to the other side of her mons and got it all wet and then pulled back.

I reached for the butterfly and her eyes got wide. I honestly think she thought once I got started I wouldn’t be able to stop, and that I’d act like most guys, getting myself off and if she got some, well, OK, but it wasn’t a priority.

I pressed the butterfly to that area and looked at her breasts. “You know, you might want to put one on your breast somewhere.”

She nodded quickly and I leaned forward to suck those beautiful chocolaty nipples. I had to suck them for at least sixty seconds. I mean, what else was I going to do while the second tattoo transferred?

When some time had passed, I reluctantly gave her back her boobs and pulled the paper off her mons. The butterfly was nice, but I wasn’t much interested in it for now. I jacked my cock a couple of times, getting it ready for the main event.

Linda suddenly said “Wait!”

I groaned, and figured it was condom time.

“I also wondered what it might look like if my boyfriend had a tattoo.” she said.

Now THAT wasn’t something I had anticipated. She pushed me back and stood up. Then she put ME on the bed and picked up a tattoo off the mirror. She didn’t even look to see which one she’d gotten.

“I have to get the area where I want it all wet.” she said.

Then she leaned over and swallowed my cock.

Man, oh man. She sucked better than an Orrick eight pound vacuum. I have never had a blow job from a woman who had that kind of sucking power. I can’t even describe it, except to say that I couldn’t breathe because she was pulling on my cock so hard with her mouth that my diaphragm wouldn’t move. I think I said “Gaack” or something like that, to let her know that it was very close to the end.

She suddenly stopped sucking and lovingly let my cock slip out of her mouth. She examined it critically and said “I’m not sure it’s wet enough.” Then she put her hand between her legs and came back with a shiny wet finger. “Oooo, there’s LOTS of wet down there.”

Well, you know the rest. She got up over me and used the index finger of each hand to spread those lips apart, and then she settled down on me to get my dick good and wet.

And she did too.

Five minutes later I was sure she was a secret agent or something, and that she took the job at the hospital as a cover, because this woman had no business being without a man. She fucked like she sucked, with vigor, expertise and enthusiasm. She ripped through two orgasms and convinced me beyond any doubt that it was me who gave them to her, even though all I was doing was lying there being happy. No man in his right mind would walk away from this woman once she’d bedded him. In fact, just as I felt her sucking the cum out of my balls I even said it.

“Ohhh Linda baby, you just HAVE to marry me.” I felt pretty stupid, but I had to say that.

She laughed out loud, her hair flying and her hips rocking back and forth like a washing machine that’s out of balance and on high spin. “Aww Dirk, you’re so sweet” she moaned. She somehow leaned over and gave me a long kiss as she continued that rapid heart-stopping fuck motion.

And as I fountained inside her, blasting her full of my hot creamy spend, she said “But brothers can’t marry their sisters.” Then I got some more kisses as she slowly melted on top of me, covering my chest with hers. She put her face in my neck and breathed warm breath on me.

I felt wonderful. We lay there for a while, nuzzling and kissing and just breathing. It was so comfortable that I fell asleep. I remember feeling her move but I didn’t wake up.

When I DID wake up, I was alone. I felt really sad that she’d left, afraid that she didn’t like it there or something, or had gotten what she wanted and didn’t want anything else. But then I felt better later, when I had to get up and go to the can.

I had to go so bad that I had a woody, and when I looked down at it to aim it into the toilet, there, right on top, right in the middle, was the temporary tattoo of a daisy, and right next to it another tattoo of a pair of red lips.

CHAPTER THREE

I went back to work the following Wednesday, not knowing what to expect. I got there first and was looking at the incoming shipping documents when Linda walked in.

“Hi” she said brightly. She had on bright red lipstick … the same color as the tattoo she’d left on me. She never wore lipstick at work. “Good days off?”

“The best” I said. She seemed pretty upbeat.

“Good” she said. And she went to look and see what the day shift had left for us, just like always.

Julie walked in. She grinned at me. “Good days off?”

“Uh … yeah, fine.” I said. I looked for Linda, but she wasn’t in the room.

I knew something was up when Jill came in a minute later.

“Hey boss, good days off?”

“Why is everybody so interested in how good my days off were?” I growled.

Jill looked hurt, but there was a gleam in her eye. “Gosh, boss, don’t get all excited, we just want you to have nice, relaxing days off. Don’t you want that for us when WE have days off?”

She had said “we just want” in that sentence, and she was the last one to come in, so how could she know that the others had asked the exact same question?

Now I was sure they had talked to each other, and that there was something going on. I had an idea, but didn’t know for sure. I figured I’d find out later, when we read another of B.O.B.’s stories.

It was midnight before they gathered around the computer. I was sitting at my desk and when I heard them and glanced up, Linda was looking at me. She smiled, and my dick started hardening. They didn’t say a word to me. They just arranged four chairs in front of the screen.

I thought back to the last time we’d done this. They’d made room for me between Julie, who had seduced me first, and Linda, who had me next.

Tonight the empty one was between Linda … and Jill.

So Julie had passed me to Linda. Was Linda going to pass me to Jill? What was I, some kind of fuck toy? I reflected on that for about fifteen seconds. I remembered one time how I had pleurisy, and every time I took a breath there was this agonizing pain. But it was honest pain, and people felt sorry for me. Being a fuck toy was degrading … wasn’t it? Would people feel sorry for me if they found out?

I looked at Jill, plain, young, intense Jill, who was young enough to be my … daughter. The part of my brain that was enjoying this immensely added “or niece.”

I decided I didn’t care if people felt sorry for me or not. If I was a fuck toy … so be it.

But this was crazy! They couldn’t just decide to divvy me up and share and share alike! And what made them think I’d go along with this crazy plan in the first place?

Remember that part of my brain that was enjoying this whole thing? It SHOUTED the answer to the rest of me. “BECAUSE YOU’RE A MAN, YOU IDIOT!”

That chair beckoned me, because I was a man. And men were made to broadcast their seed.

Even if you have to be a fuck toy to do it.

I went over and sat down. I was so sure I knew their plan that I leaned over to Jill and said “So you’re next.” I smiled what I was sure was a suave smile.

She looked at me like I was a turd or something. An old, ripe turd.

“EEEWWWWW” she whined, slapping at my shoulder like she was afraid she might get some of me on her. “These two may be stupid, but not ME! I wouldn’t let YOU touch me with a TWENTY foot pole, you pervert!”

Pervert! She called ME a pervert! I’m not the one writing all this smut and putting it on the internet so people can read it. I’m not the one going to people’s houses to play act and pretend to engage in incest. I’m not the one who gets together with my co-workers and sets up some nefarious scheme to steal the virtue of some poor guy and turn him into a miserable fuck toy with low self esteem.

I was injured, and I was about to let them all know just HOW injured I was when Linda leaned over and whispered in my ear.

“You’re not supposed to know, you idiot. It’s a game, and you can’t just come out and say things like that. You’re ruining it for her. Don’t be an asshole!”

This, gentlemen, is the difference between our standard operating procedure (“Ug! Me man. You woman. We fuck now?”) and the way women like to do things.

Linda wasn’t finished. “She went to a lot of effort to choose just the right story. Be nice!”

Well, what do you do? I’d already screwed the pooch, so to speak, and it was just possible that the pooch was all I was going to GET to screw … so to speak.

Men! When in doubt … throw yourself on her mercy. It’s a good rule. I tried it.

“I’m sorry Jill” I said in my most sincere voice. “That was crude and rude and I shouldn’t have said that. Please forgive me.”

She looked at me out of the sides of her eyes and thawed just a teensy bit. Maybe now that pole was only ten feet long. Then, just to prove I could play the game, I said “Well, what are we reading tonight? Is it good?”

That lost me most of what I’d just gained, because the story was already up on the screen, where anyone could see what it was. If he was paying attention. I decided to shut up, and mentally licked my wounds.

It was called “Glamour Shots For Daughter”. I’d already read it, but by now I wasn’t going to say a word. I’d liked this story. It was really nasty too, but in a different way than the one about the tattoos. This guy didn’t really WANT to fuck his daughter, but a combination of the situation and her seducing him got him to cross the line.

I knew that didn’t really happen often in real life, but a man can’t look at a teenage girl, whether she’s his daughter or a complete stranger and not think about what she’s ripe for, even if it’s only for a second or two. And the IDEA of being seduced by a teenager is what’s exciting.

That’s why we guys look at Playboy. When you’re younger than, or the same age as the models, you fantasize about them being your girlfriend. When you’re ten years older you fantasize about her wanting an experienced man, rather than all those “boys”, and YOU are the man she wants. Then five or ten years later, the models are about the age of your nieces, and that’s a nice fantasy. They’re also the age of your daughter(s), but you shove that way back in the mental closet where you can’t really look at it, cause that’s nasty and perverted, right?

But … there comes a time when you are old enough to recognize that every girl in that magazine is some guy’s daughter, and she’s flaunting it and saying “Come and get it” to every man who looks at those pictures.

You think her father doesn’t look at them too?

I was behind the power curve, thinking about Jill being the age of the daughter I never had. They were scrolling and starting to make noises again, and move around in their chairs. I’d read this story several times, so that was OK. I just glanced at the screen and my memory supplied most of the details of what they were reading.

And you know what? For once I didn’t get a hardon. Instead I watched Jill reading, out of the corner of my eye. It was fascinating, watching her pupils dilate, and her breathing increase. She leaned forward no less than three times, getting closer and closer to the screen. She pushed her glasses up onto her nose after the last time she leaned forward, and licked her lips. Once Linda reached for the mouse to scroll and Jill said “Wait”. I saw her eyes go back up and start reading something again. I looked, and on the screen at that point was the part where Daddy was shaving his daughter’s pussy. She licked her lips again.

I use an electric razor. I started thinking about whether or not I had a safety razor in the house. I knew I would as soon as this shift was over. I might not ever get to use it, but I was going to be ready.

Well, we finished that story and the girls drifted off to do whatever they were doing in the bathroom after we read B.O.B.’s stories. I mean I knew what they were doing, but it was easier on me not to think too hard about it. I still had three hours to work.

I walked by the door to the ladies room and heard arguing going on inside. I couldn’t understand them, but all three of them were going at it. I couldn’t tell if it was mad sounds, or passion sounds. I mean it was hard for me to think they were all three in there screaming as they came on their fingers, or whatever else they might be using. But they WERE being awfully loud.

I’m a man. Men are pigs. I pushed the door open just the tiniest bit and listened.

But pigs are not rewarded. All I heard was Jill say “It HAS to be tonight!” and then Julie said “OK, OK, calm down. We’ll see what we can do.” I barely made it back to my desk and they all three trooped out.

Linda went immediately to the part of the storage shelves that have cosmetics for the gift shop on them. Julie was raiding the shelves where they have shampoo and sponge bath supplies. I got up and went over to Linda.

“You can’t just take supplies.” I said in my best supervisor voice.

“We have shortages all the time. It’s for a good cause.” she said and then ignored me as she sifted through tubes of lipstick.

I tried with Julie too. “That stuff is for patients.” I said firmly.

“Shut up.” she said curtly. “This is all your fault.”

I reared back. Now what was THAT all about. She finally turned to look at me, sort of disgustedly.

“Isn’t there somewhere you could go? Something you could go do? Why don’t you go home early. You look tired. We wouldn’t want you to get sick.”

Yup, good old Julie, bossing me around. I was about to let her have it when she said “Hey, do you have any silk boxers?”

Well, I lost my train of thought at that. “No” I said.

She carried an armful of stuff over to her desk and put it down. Then she got her purse and got in it for her billfold. She pulled out a twenty dollar bill and shoved it at me. “Go over to the corner of Fifth and Market, you know, where the fountain is in the middle of that traffic circle?” I nodded, not having any idea what she was getting at. “Look for a gold Lincoln Town Car. There will be a guy in it named Marcus. Tell him you need a pair of silk boxers your size. Tell him I sent you. Then go home, take a shower and put those boxers on. Got that?”

I looked at her slack jawed. “You’re insane.” I said.

Something changed in her face. “Probably.” she agreed. Then she frowned. “Look, I don’t have time to explain it. Jill’s scared to death. She wants to play, but she’s very young and she doesn’t have the self confidence that experience brings. She’s insisting on moving too fast. Just be yourself. You’re a good guy, Dirk, and we trust you. Just be your nice good guy self. And go do the things I just told you. We’ll cover for you here if anybody comes looking. Nobody will. They never do. It’ll be OK. Just take a nap or something, but be wearing those boxers in …” she consulted her watch, “four hours. Please?”

There comes a time in every man’s life when he puts his foot down to a woman. But I decided this was not it. I mean she actually said “please”.

So I took her twenty and left. When I got to Fifth and Market I saw the traffic circle was full of people. It was four in the morning and the place was packed! There were lots of women who looked like hookers to me. I was right. I had to turn down twelve “dates” before I found the Town Car. There was a guy dressed in feathers leaning against it. He was wearing silver framed sunglasses and had a gold tooth.

“Marcus?” I asked.

“Who’s asking?” he said in a decidedly effeminate voice.

“Julie Crane sent me.” I said. I was about to say where she worked and what she looked like when his face lit up in a huge smile. Turned out he had TWO gold teeth.

“Patches sent you, huh? She checking up on me?”

“Patches?” I was clueless.

“That’s what we call her in our chapter. She’s my sponsor in our AA chapter.”

Wow, you learn something every day. I had no idea Julie was involved in Alcoholics Anonymous. It must have showed on my face.

“I shouldn’t have said anything.” said Marcus “Her ex did a number on her. If she’d have wanted you to know she’d have said something. So not a word, OK?”

The way he said it suggested that I should eat, breathe and bathe in discretion or I might never eat or breathe again. And his gay boy accent was nowhere to be heard.

“What do you want?” He wasn’t so friendly any more.

“I need a pair of silk boxers.” I said. There were weird people all around me and I just wanted to get out of there.

“Who they for?” he asked.

“ME!” I said. Who did he THINK they were for?

He looked me up and down. “There’s no accounting for taste.” he said, shaking his head. The fact that I was not attractive to him didn’t bother me in the least. He pulled out a cell phone and made a call. “Be here in ten minutes” he said. “That’s thirty bucks.”

I was astonished. “Thirty DOLLARS for a pair of boxer shorts?” I said incredulously.

He looked at his watch pointedly. “It’s four thirty in the fucking Ay Em” he said. “This ain’t Wal-Mart.”

I wasn’t feeling too good. “But she only gave me a twenty.” I complained.

“Patches gave YOU money to buy YOURSELF a pair of silk boxers?” Now HE was the incredulous one. He looked wary. “Has she fallen off the wagon?”

“NO!” I said hotly. “I’ve never seen her take a drink in my life. I work with her.”

“Oh” he said, leaning back against the car again. “Well, in that case they’re twenty bucks.”

I had to decline five more dates before a kid on a motorcycle drove up and stopped next to us. He was sitting on a plastic wrapped package, which he extracted from under his ass and handed to Marcus. Marcus handed it to me. In it was a pair of tiger striped, silk boxers.

“Tiger stripes?” I was incredulous again. I figured it was my turn.

He snatched the twenty out of my hand. “Have a good time … tiger.” he said, and he blew me a kiss.

I got the hell out of there.

If you’re ever out at Oh Dark Thirty in the morning and happen to need a hooker … just walk along with a pair of tiger striped silk boxers in your hand.

Draws em like bees to honey.

I went home and was on autopilot. I took a shower, got a bite, put on the tiger striped silk boxers and sat down in the recliner. When the doorbell woke me up it was light outside.

I got up, popped an Altoid and went to the door. I figured it was Jill. This was going to be interesting.

But it wasn’t Jill. This girl was a platinum blond. Her hair was about the same length, but it was swept back, like the wind was blowing it, even though there wasn’t any wind. And she didn’t wear glasses. Her eyes were bright blue, the color of the water when you see commercials about cruise ships and people are playing in tropical surf. She looked to be about 25 or so, and was a GOOD looking woman. She had on a crop top tie dyed T shirt that covered what were obviously a nice set of knockers, and a black leather miniskirt that showed some mighty fine long legs. She had on four inch spikes, but stood on them like she wasn’t used to them. I figured Marcus had found out where I lived and sent one of his … associates … over for one reason or another. There was a camera dangling from a strap gripped in her left hand. That must be what Marcus had sent over.

“Can I come in?” said Jill’s voice. I actually looked past her before I realized this WAS Jill. My jaw dropped. She had blue eye shadow on, over the longest eyelashes I had ever seen in my life, and a purple lip gloss that was exactly the same shade as the purple in the swirling colors of her shirt. Her cheeks looked like she was blushing.

“Dirk?” she said, her voice trembling.

I moved. “Ahh …. guh … mpfh” I cleared my throat, trying to say something. I backed up and she took that as an invitation. She walked past me and those spikes made her hips to the most amazing things. I was still standing there, in awe of what they’d done to her, when she turned around.

“I knew this was a bad idea” she said, her voice quivery now. “I look stupid, don’t I?”

I felt the sun on my back and realized I was standing in my open door, visible to John Q. Public and his wife Jane Doe, in tiger striped boxer shorts. I slammed it and cleared my voice.

“No” I croaked. “You don’t look stupid.” I took a step toward her.

“Really?” She wanted to hear me say it again.

“I can’t believe it” I found my voice. “You’re … gorgeous.”

“Gee, thanks” she said in a flat voice. No quiver there now. “It’s nice to know you can’t believe I could look nice.”

My heart actually hurt that this girl was upset with me. “No, baby” I said soothingly. “That’s not it. You’ve always been cute. But this … this is so different, and it’s really YOU, but you look so different. It’s hard for me to take in. You SOUND like Jill, but you look like a super model.”

She stood there, young, vulnerable. “I shouldn’t have come.” she said.

Suddenly I didn’t want her to leave for a long time. My mind cleared. “Look” I said, soothingly again. “You’re just Jill and I’m just Dirk. It’s morning on a regular day. I don’t know why you THINK you’re here, but you don’t have to be here for any particular reason in the world. You want a cup of coffee?”

She looked startled. “Yeah, that would be nice.”

“You want to help me make it?” I asked.

“Do you NEED help making it?” she popped back. She was sounding a little more confident.

“No, but I don’t want to be in a room you aren’t in right now.” I said.

She blushed. “You’re terrible.” she said. Her eyes went up and down my body and widened a little. “You’re wearing boxers, just like they said!”

I glanced down at my new shorts. My dick was rock hard and poking the front of the shorts out. I’d gotten a major boner from looking at her and hadn’t even known it.

“Uh, yeah. I like to be comfortable around the house.”

“You don’t LOOK comfortable” she said, eyeing my erection.

“Pay no attention to my unruly friend” I said. “He only does that in the presence of drop dead gorgeous women. He’ll settle down later … probably only four or five hours after you’re gone.” I figured one of those gratuitous compliments couldn’t hurt right now. “So, you’ll help me with the coffee?”

She giggled and said “OK. I wouldn’t want you to be all lonely or anything.”

We started for the kitchen and the camera swung from her hand. She looked at it like she’d never seen it before and thrust it out at me. “Here, I’m supposed to give you this and ask you to take pictures of me.”

“You’re supposed to?” I queried.

“Well, you know … like in the story.”

I took the camera and put it on a side table. Then I turned to her and took her hands in mine. “Look, Jill, you don’t have to play any games if you don’t want to. You don’t have to do ANYTHING you don’t want to. You can drink a cup of coffee and go home if that’s what you feel like doing. Or, you can help me paint the kitchen, or we can do calisthenics. But you DON’T have to do anything those stupid women talked you into doing.

She didn’t say anything. She just pulled her hands free, turned me around, and pushed me into my own kitchen. “Thank you.” she said quietly behind me.

“No problem” I said. I went to the counter and fiddled with the coffee stuff. When I got two cups and turned around she was sitting at the table, chin propped on her hand, which was supported by her arm, elbow on the table, staring at me. I felt this odd feeling, like there was a little tear in the fabric of the universe, seeing someone doing something so utterly common, but who was decidedly uncommon looking.

“It was my idea” she said.

“Your idea?” She could be talking about anything.

“About acting out the stories.” she said.

I sat down and handed her an empty cup. The water was still dripping through the machine. I hoped I looked interested, because I WAS interested.

“After we read the first ones, we were talking … you know, women’s chit chat … and Julie said she wished she had a nephew she could be … intimate with, because she’s lonely. And she doesn’t trust men. She said she’d teach a young boy how to be loving and stuff. But you can’t do that in our society.” She moved around in her chair, uncomfortable. “So we got to talking about men, and how the good ones are all taken, and Julie said all of them except you.” She had been talking to her empty cup, but now she looked up at me. “And I said she should get together with you and role play being your aunt.”

“Wow” I said.

“Yeah, and then Linda said that wasn’t fair, because if you were the only nice guy left then it wasn’t fair for Julie to get you, and Julie said she didn’t WANT you … I mean like to marry or keep or whatever, and she said that they ought to SHARE you.”

“Amazing” I said.

“And then it actually WORKED and they were so excited and pleased and happy and I thought that if it worked for them it might work for me too, but it was a stupid idea. I’m too scared, and you probably don’t want anything to do with me anyway.”

Why do women troll for compliments with such enthusiasm?

I stood up and showed her my boner again. Then I took both cups and filled them and set them on the table. I pointed at my boner with one hand, like the models do on TV when they’re showing the product? I went to the fridge and got the cream, and wagged my boner at her. Then I got a spoon and the sugar bowl and whacked my rod with the spoon, saying “Down boy! Heel!”

She was grinning by the time I was done. But her face went serious again. “I’m a virgin Dirk.” she said.

Greeaaat! Just what I needed. “And you can STILL be a virgin when you leave here. If that’s what you want, then that’s what will happen.” I said, spooning sugar in my coffee.

“But that’s the problem” she whined. “I DON’T want to be a virgin. But I’m scared to do it with anybody. I can’t keep a boyfriend because they all want to do it, and I can’t.”

“Well, you don’t have to worry about that with me” I said. “I’m not boyfriend material. Not for somebody like you.”

“And why not?” I had pricked her feminine pride.

“Well, for one thing, you’re young enough to actually BE my daughter. And I’ve already gotten involved with two other women, thanks to you.” I thought those were good reasons she could feel safe with me.

“That was the whole idea” she said. “None of us want the hassles of a steady boyfriend, and we figured if all three of us shared you, then we could have our fun and frolic when we wanted to, and since it was three of us you probably wouldn’t play around, so there wouldn’t be any disease problem. It would be sort of like a plural marriage, without the marriage.”

“And they went for it.” I said.

“You ARE a nice guy” she said.

“Nice guys finish last.” I joked.

“I know. They both said so. That’s why women like nice guys.” She wasn’t joking.

I looked at her. They really had done a wonderful job with her makeover. “Have you ever had any pictures taken of you? Sexy pictures?” I asked.

She blushed. “No.”

“You want me to take a few?” I asked. “You can have the film. But they did such a beautiful job on you, you really need to think about documenting this. I mean you may never look like this again.”

“I can’t see much” she said. I mean I can see you, but not much past you. These contacts are just colored ones that they use up in Optometry to show people what colored contact lenses would look like.”

“You don’t have to be able to see. All you have to do is pose.”

“How sexy?” she asked.

“As sexy as you want them.” I said.

“I didn’t bring any outfits. I wasn’t supposed to do this tonight … today. But I knew if I didn’t come over here today I’d chicken out. All I have on under this is a thong.”

“That would be pretty sexy” I said, trying to sound reasonable. “But you don’t have to do anything nude. Just pictures of how you look right now would be something I think you’d like. Just to show people what you looked like one time.”

She thought and sipped. “That would be OK, I guess.” she said.

I didn’t give her any time to think about it. I had a small deck out back, and my back yard was fenced with a tall board fence, so it was private. I took her out there and started posing her. I had her lean against the deck railing, with her hands out to her sides, resting on it. Her stomach showed. I had her draw one knee up, like she was rubbing her thighs together.

“Think about one of Bob’s stories that you like” I said.

Her eyes went unfocused.

“Think about how you feel when you read his stories.” I said.

She got a look on her face that was just what I wanted and I took the shot. There were only 36 frames on the roll of film that was in the camera, so I didn’t waste any. I had her put one hand flat on her stomach and rub it, and took one that way. Then I had her bend over, facing away from me, and look past her left leg at me. When she spread her legs a little I could almost see that thong. It made a good shot.

I kept talking to her, reminding her to think of sexy things. Then I took her into my bedroom, where I had once again made the bed, and posed her there, lying in various positions.

“You have no idea just how sexy you look” I said as I snapped one shot of her lying on her side, with her hand on her thigh. I noticed I could see her nipples poking through the shirt now. “You’re making me … horny.” I said.

“I am not” she breathed.

“You SHOULDN’T be” I said. “You’re MUCH too young for an old geezer like me to be lusting after. You really ARE young enough to be my daughter.”

“My dad would never ever take pictures like these” she said.

I had her stand up, legs spread as much as the mini would allow, and then bend forward. I told her to cup her breasts, like she was offering them to the camera, and make her lips into a kiss.

“You look fabulous” I said as I took the shot. “The only thing better would be if I could see them.”

“You mean my breasts?” she cooed at the camera, bouncing them a little.

“Yeah” I sighed. “I shouldn’t want to see them, but I do.”

“I guess I could show them to you.” she said. “I mean I’m supposed to.”

“I wouldn’t want to see them unless you wanted me to.” I said. “But I’d like to see them.

She turned her back to me and gripped the bottom of her shirt. I got two shots of that shirt coming off and her naked back becoming visible. She looked over her shoulder at me and I made her hold that pose as I took another shot.

“I shouldn’t show you” she said.

“You’re too young” I agreed.

She turned rapidly, like she wanted to do it before she lost her nerve. I got a glimpse of nipples that were colored with the same purple lipstick that was on her lips. Then she covered her breasts with her hands. She looked vulnerable and I took a picture. It would have been priceless.

“You shouldn’t look” she said. Then she dropped her hands.

“Beautiful” I sighed. “I knew they’d be beautiful.”

“Really?” her voice rose. “Aren’t they too small?”

“Gorgeous.” I affirmed. I told her to put her hands on her hips, like she was cross with me for looking. When she did she blurted out “Daddy! Quit looking at me like that! Daddies are not supposed to look at their daughters like that.” I took a picture.

She was getting more comfortable. “Daddy, I’m undressing! You shouldn’t even be IN here!” she complained.

“I know honey” I said. “But you’re just so beautiful I can’t help myself.”

“I’m going to take off my skirt now Daddy, and you have to leave!” she said. Her hands went to the zipper on the side of the skirt.

“OK baby” I said. “I’ll leave.”

She pulled the zipper down and worked the skirt down over hips that were a lot curvier than I thought they’d be. The thong was purple too. I took a picture.

“DADDY!” she barked. “I thought you were leaving!” She turned around and bent over to unbuckle one of her high heels. Her ass was wonderful, tight, round, soft looking. I took a picture of it.

She took off both shoes and turned around again. She didn’t look nervous any more. “I’m going to take my thong off Daddy” she warned. “You’d better not look.”

“I promise” I said.

She left that wisp of purple cloth lying on the floor and stood back up, still facing away from me and still looking over her naked shoulder. She still didn’t look like Jill, but she was a beautiful woman. I took another photograph.

“You’re so bad Daddy” she scolded, crawling on the bed, with her ass facing me again. “You shouldn’t be taking pictures of me naked Daddy. What would people think?”

“I’m not going to tell anyone about these pictures, baby” I said.

“Oooo, OK then.” she said and she rolled, opening herself up to me.

I doubt if any of the pictures I took came out, because I was shaking by then.

She spread her legs and I could see they’d worked on her pussy too. That hair was now blond, the same blond as her head, and the hair had been shaved to the shape of a heart.

“What’s the matter Daddy? Pussy got your tongue?” she cooed at me, shoving her pussy up in a fucking motion. She might be slow to get into this game, but once she was in she played for keeps.

“Not yet” I said. And then I dropped the camera on the bed and dove for her open thighs. I stuck said tongue in said pussy, and sucked.

“EEEK” she squealed “DIRK! NOOOOOO DIRK!” I guess I had gone too fast, because her hands were pushing hard at my head, trying to dislodge me. I slid upwards and found her clit and sucked on that.

“OHHHhhhhh Dirk!” she moaned and her fingers quit pushing, then played with my hair as I twiddled her clitty with my tongue, then started pulling as I sucked it again. “Ohhhh Dirk, oooooSHIT! Nobody’s ever done that to me before” she moaned.

Once I was sure she was enjoying it, I eased off and licked for a while, just touching her sexually, not trying to get her off or anything. I kissed up her belly and around her breasts and she started making the same sounds she made when she read Bob’s stories. I finally reached a nipple and sucked on that for a while and she started writhing. It turned out the lipstick was flavored.

I kissed up to her throat and she arched her neck so I could get to her. I was right by her ear so I tried talking to her. Some women like that. “It’s good nobody’s sucked my baby girl’s pussy” I whispered. “Cause I wanted to be the first.” She sighed and pulled at my head to get a kiss. This was the first time our lips had touched, but you couldn’t tell it by the way she kissed me. She was all loose, warm and wet lips and she “Mmmmm”ed as she did it. I went back to her other nipple and bit it gently.

“Have you let the boys play with your nipples Jill? On dates?”

“Ohhh yes” she moaned as I sucked. “I’m sorry Daddy.”

“That’s bad” I whispered to her nipple as I kissed back up to her ear. “Daddy wanted to be the first to suck your nipples too.”

“Ohhhh Daddy” she moaned. I slid my hand down her flat belly and her hips jerked. I stopped my finger just above her clit and then, very slowly started it going down again as I whispered right in her ear.

“Have you let the boys touch you here?” I pressed my finger into her skin and circled her clit.

“Mmmm just once Daddy” she mewled. “I made him stop.”

“How about here?” I slid my finger into her pussy. She was wet, so I sent it all the way to her cervix. She was definitely a virgin. She groaned and her hips jerked again. “Did you let the boy do that?”

“Noooooo Daddy” she panted. “He wanted to but I told him no.”

“But you won’t tell Daddy no, will you sweetie?” I wiggled the finger, sliding the tip around her cervix and then pulling it out a little.

“Nooooo” she moaned. “Daddy doesn’t have to stop. I like it when Daddy does it.”

I kissed her some more and brought her off with my finger. I did it gently, letting her build and take her time. There was a point where she wanted to go fast and grab the orgasm she could feel just around the corner. Her hand grabbed mine and she tried to speed me up, but I wouldn’t let her. Instead I sucked a nipple into my mouth again and started biting it, then sucking it, then biting it a little harder. She was making nonsense sounds … “Uh” and “Nng” and “Oww” and her hips were moving in a disjointed irregular fashion.

“Baby wants to cum, doesn’t she?” I whispered in her hair.

“Yeeeaahhhhhhh” she moaned.

I pressed the base of my hand against her clit and rimmed her cervix again and she gave a shudder and a long drawn out sigh as her whole body stiffened and then just went limp. I knew a woman could be ultra sensitive at that point, so I stopped moving my finger in her and just let it be there. I kissed her cheek and her head rolled so her blue looking eyes were just inches from mine.

“Was that nice?” I whispered.

“Ohhh yes” she said and wanted a kiss. While I was kissing her I pulled that finger out. Her girl goo had almost stuck it in there. I left my hand cupping her sex.

She let the kiss go and let her head sink back. I decided to try.

“Daddy’s prick would feel even better.” I said.

She rolled her head and said “I’m scared.” Then, oddly, “Can I see it?”

I got up and she sat up, turning so her feet were on the floor. She seemed to be comfortable naked. As I started to drop my drawers she said “Wait. Let me.” I walked up to her and she put her hands on my hips, feeling the cloth.

“I love silk” she breathed, running her hands around to my ass and then to the front, where she felt my dick through the slick cloth. Now I knew why Julie had insisted I wear silk.

Finally she started pulling them down. “I’ve never done this before.” she said, pulling slowly, as if she were trying to make it last. “I’ve never looked at one like this.” The waistband cleared the tip of my cock where it was bent down and it flopped upward. She jerked and her hand stopped.

“Oh my” she sighed. “I didn’t think it would be like … that.” She stared at it, and then at my balls, which were nice and full by now. Finally she pulled on the shorts until they got to my knees and fell free. I stepped out of them. Her hand came up and touched my cock. I flexed my muscle and it bobbed. She giggled and grasped it firmly.

“Linda said I could kiss it.” she said, as if in explanation.

“Linda is very wise” I said whole heartedly.

Then she leaned forward and kissed the tip. She leaned back and licked her lips. Then she looked up at me and blushed. “I never did that either.” She must have liked it, because she did it again. And then again several times, letting her lips open and letting more and more of the tip into her mouth each time.

I finally began to figure out how her mind worked. She wanted to do things, but was afraid to, but if you gave her space, she’d talk herself into doing them, little by little. You couldn’t push her, because that fed the fear. I’d gotten away with my surprise assault on her pussy, but probably only because it had felt so good immediately. The bottom line was, that if I wanted my cock in her pussy, I’d have to wait until she put it there.

And by now … I wanted my cock in her pussy.

So I let her talk herself into putting my cock in her mouth … all the way in her mouth. I let her know she was making me feel wonderful, saying things like “Oooo I like that.” and “Mmmmm that feels sooo good baby.” I didn’t touch her head with my hands. I just let her do what she wanted to do.

She didn’t have enough experience to know how to bring me off, but it felt really good. Eventually she got tired and looked up at me. “You aren’t cumming.” she pouted a little.

“I don’t want to cum in my baby girl’s mouth.” I said gently.

“Why not?” she asked, clearly thinking she hadn’t done a good enough job.

“Cause I want to save it for my baby girl’s … pussy.” I whispered.

Her eyes got big and showed white on all sides and she gasped. “On nooo Daddy, you can’t … it would never fit in me.” she whispered back. Her hand was still on it and she squeezed.

“Why don’t you get on top of Daddy” I suggested. “You can rub on Daddy for a little while and make yourself feel good. You don’t have to put it in at all, Baby.”

I crawled over her right leg and lay down on the bed. My left hip touched her butt as she twisted to look at me over her left shoulder. “I don’t have to put it in me?” she whined.

“Not unless you want to.” I said. “Daddy’s just going to lie here and let his little girl lie on top of him. Maybe we’ll just hug a little.”

She stood up and looked at me. My cock was now lying on my stomach, long and firm and leaking a little. I put my hands behind my head, just relaxing … naked.

She was definitely breathing harder now. I could see her lust working on her. Her nipples were stiff and darker purple than the lipstick was and she moved from foot to foot. She crawled on the bed and straddled my knees. Then she crawled upward, looking down at her pussy and my cock, until her pussy was right over it. Her head rose and she looked at me, desire in her eyes, but fear too. Then she looked back at her pussy and, very slowly, she let her pussy down to touch the bottom of my cock. She was so wet she actually dripped on my cock. When her pussy lips touched it she moaned and collapsed on my chest.

I hugged her and kissed her hair, saying “It’s OK, nobody’s going to hurt you.” She looked up at me and there were tears in her eyes. I said it again. “Nobody’s going to do anything to you baby.”

We lay there like that for so long that I thought maybe she had fallen asleep. It was nice. But then I felt a distinctive thrust of her mons against my dick. She pressed her clit onto my rigid tube and then dragged her clit along it. She took it too far and her pussy mouth slipped right over the head of my cock. When she pushed back down, it lodged in her pussy mouth and she froze. She lay like that for a long time too, but she was so tense that I knew she wasn’t just lying there.

Finally she raised her face and looked me in the eyes.

“Dirk, I want you to fuck me.”

She was lying. I knew she was lying. It was in her eyes. She was scared to death.

“No.” I said.

Her eyes widened. “But … they said … Julie said you’d fuck me.”

“I’d love to make love with you” I said. “But I won’t just fuck you.”

She looked confused. “I WILL let you fuck me.” I added.

I saw her pupils dilate just before I felt her body relax. I told her “If you want it in you, you’re going to have to push. It’s probably going to hurt.”

“I’m so scared” she moaned.

“Then don’t do anything.” I soothed.

“But I want to feel it.” she moaned.

“Then push.” I said.

It was typical of her psyche that she didn’t just push. Instead she took a breath, sat up, raised her pussy up by squatting over me and grabbed my cock to line it up with her pussy. “Help me” she said tersely. She couldn’t see to get things into line because her back was straight up and down.

I put my hand on hers and moved it until my cock was under her pussy. “Down a little” I said.

She sagged and my cock tip slid between her virgin lips. She sucked air loudly. Her hands went to my chest and I had a horrible feeling she was just going to slam down.

So I left my hand there, gripping my cock. There were only a couple of inches sticking out when she did exactly what I had suspected.

In the space of two seconds, and two inches, and two gasps of obvious pain, her cherry was destroyed. She hit my hand and her eyes jerked to mine. “What …?” she asked.

“Don’t go too fast” I warned her.

But once she made up her mind to do something, there was no going back. “NO!” she yelled. “I WANT this.”

So I took my hand away. And then she dropped like a rock.

It is impossible for a man to describe the feel of a virgin pussy around his cock. Tight doesn’t describe it. Hot doesn’t describe it. There’s nothing else in the world like it. There is almost pain associated with it, especially when there is a groan of pain torn from HER throat as she receives her first hard prick.

Jill fell forward, writhing and moaning. “OOoowwww, it HURTS Dirk” she cried. I stroked her back and sides. There wasn’t anything else I could do.

“Get off of it, silly.” I said in her ear.

“NO!” she said stubbornly. She pushed herself back to a sitting position. “SHIT!” she groaned. “It feels like a baseball bat!”

I reached up and pinched both her nipples. She sucked air again. “OW!” she yipped. Then “OH! Do that again!” I did it again, but this time not so hard. I rolled them between my fingers.

“Ohhhoooooo” she sighed. “That’s better.” She lay back down. “It still hurts you bastard, but it’s better.”

“Hey, I’m just lying here.” I defended myself.

She pulled herself off of me a little and then pushed herself back onto me. She did that again. One of those little sounds popped out. She sat back up. “Do my nipples again.” she ordered. I did and she began rocking, and I knew we were home free.

She rocked for a while, still wincing once in a while, but her pussy started getting less tight and she started making more of those nice noises. She lay down on me again, and this time she wanted to be kissed. She wanted those long tongue swapping kisses that make me hard as rock. Usually I want to cum, and I have to keep myself from doing it too soon, but, for some reason, when I was in Jill I just wanted to be … in Jill. I think it was knowing that this was the first penis to split her open, and that, if I did this right, she would never ever forget me, even if this one time was all we ever did it.

So I talked to her, telling her how beautiful she was, and how sexy she was, and how good she felt wrapped around my prick, and how good her lips tasted … just things that any woman would like to hear. And she moved a little faster, and sat up a little longer until she was making hard thrusts backward and forward, tugging at my cock like she was trying to pull it free. She was panting and gasping for breath and she started saying my name, over and over, with an “Ohhh” thrown in sometimes. She was looking up at the ceiling when I felt her pussy flutter all around my cock and then it squeezed … tight … like a vise and she took in this huge breath. Her head dropped and her eyes locked with mine. Her hands were on my chest, close together, and that meant her upper arms had pushed her breasts together and she was staring down past them at me and it was just the most amazing erotic sight I had ever seen.

And as wild as she had been building up to her orgasm, when she actually had it she didn’t make a sound other than a long, drawn out “Ohhhhhhhhhhh” as she stared at me, never blinking. But her body was stiff as a board and her pussy was going wild inside, and it was moving and rippling and squeezing something fierce.

I just let her have her fun, staring back at her.

She blinked about the same time her pussy relaxed, and then her tense muscles relaxed too and she sagged a little.

“You OK?” I asked.

She blinked again and said “I think I love you.”

I smiled. “You may change your mind later. It’s OK if you do.”

She smiled too. “Is it always like that?” she asked.

“Sometimes it’s lots better.”

“No way” she said firmly.

I reached up and cupped her breasts. “Would you like to feel that again?”

“Ohh yes” she sighed.

“Can we roll over? Can I get on top of you?”

She blinked. Her pussy squeezed my cock. “You’re still hard! Didn’t you …?”

“No” I said. “I wanted to make sure you got what you needed.”

Something passed through her eyes. “Julie said you’d be like that.”

“What’s a Daddy for?” I asked.

She leaned over and kissed me. “I don’t need Daddy any more. I like Dirk just fine.” I kissed her back. Then she got a funny look on her face. “Well, maybe sometimes I’ll need Daddy. Daddy was lots of fun. Wait just a minute.”

She hopped off of me like I was a pony and she needed to go get something she had forgotten. And, in fact, she left the bedroom and came back with her purse, which she’d left on a chair in the living room, as I recalled. She sat down on the edge of the bed and peered into the depths of her purse.

She put a hand in and came our with four or five condoms in her hand. She looked at them and tossed them away. They landed on the floor and scattered. Then she reached in and came out with her fist stuffed with foil packets, each of which contained a rubber of one brand or another. They too went flying. Finally she dumped her purse, right beside me on the bed. There must have been two hundred condoms in that thing. She made quick little flicking movements with her fingers and they ALL ended up on the floor. All that was left was her billfold, a couple of tubes of lipstick, a pack of Kleenexes, and her glasses.

She put her glasses on and peered into the empty purse. Then she stuffed her billfold, lipstick and Kleenexes into the purse and dropped it on the floor.

“I would have sworn I had a condom in that purse.” she said. “Oh well.”

Then she rolled over me, landing on her back and pulling me with her until I was on top of her. Her hand went down and grasped my prick … firmly.

“Are you going to put that nasty thing in me … Daddy?” she said in a high and unnatural voice.

“Yes I am, little darlin” I drawled. “And I’m going to FUCK you with it too!”

“Eek!” she squealed.

“And I’m going to squirt in you!”

“Oh noooo” she whined, pushing at my chest with her other hand, just hard enough that I could feel it. Her other hand brought my cock to her portal.

“And it’ll probably KNOCK you UP with TWINS!” I growled. I gave her two inches.

“Nooooo not TWINS” she shrieked softly. Her pussy jumped up off the bed and gobbled up the rest of my cock as I slammed down into her.

She winced as the tip of my cock dug into her cervix. I eased back immediately and stopped, to let her get used to being so full.

She looked up at me and said “Don’t you stop you incestuous bastard. If you do you’ll NEVER hear the word ‘Daddy’ from my lips again.”

Well, it was all slobber and splash after that. I did fuck that girl and I fucked her long and hard. She didn’t know what to do with her legs or her arms, but her pussy sure knew what it wanted. I felt that flutter of her pussy twice before it was time for me to make a decision.

“Jill honey” I panted. “I’m, gonna cum now baby.” I gasped. “I’ll pull out if you want me to.”

She looked up at me through glasses that were knocked slightly askew and, in the most normal voice, said “Damn, where’s a condom when you want one?” Then I felt her hands on my ass, pulling me into her.

I came like it was I who was the virgin. It was one of those orgasms where all you CAN feel is the sexual activity going on in your body. Somebody could be shoving an ice pick in your thigh and you wouldn’t know it until the orgasm was over. My cock spat and what I knew was a stream of slippery semen shot out with a force that would have killed a fly at three paces. I felt like part of my body crawled through my prick and took up residence in her belly. Then there were four more of those fabulous splattering jolts of my seed, suffusing her pussy and flowing into her womb and then, having ho place else to go, squirting out of her pussy around the base of my cock, making both our pubic areas messy and sticky.

We sloshed as I continued trying to fuck her, even though my cock knew I was done.

My eyes had been closed and when I opened them she was staring at my face like I was some kind of alien monster.

“Wow” she said softly. “Are YOU OK?” Then she giggled.

We must have cuddled for three hours. I was so thoroughly depleted that she couldn’t get it back up even when she took it in her mouth and sucked on the whole thing. In the end she flopped down on my arm and played with the hairs on my chest. At one point I asked her if she was sorry she’d given up her virginity.

She looked at me, very seriously, and said “I think I did the right thing.”

“You think” I said.

“It all depends on whether it’s OK for me to love you.” she said, still serious.

“Love is a good thing.” I said, not knowing exactly where this was going.

“And what if I fall in love with you?” she asked, still playing with my chest hair.

“I really AM old enough to be your father.” I said.

“I don’t think I care about that.” she said.

This is a not uncommon feeling for a virgin to have toward the guy who divested her of her virginity … if he wasn’t an asshole about it. So I put her off gently. “Well, tell you what. Give it some time. Let’s see how you feel about things in, say, six months.”

“OK” she said simply, and lay her head down on my shoulder.

She stayed there until she was able to get me hard again. Then she didn’t want me hard any more, so she rode me again until she made me soft again. Women … never satisfied!

It was just as glorious the second time as it had been the first.

Well, that’s pretty much the story. We kept reading stories at that website, and there were a lot of good ones that got me laid. But whenever we read one by Beating Off Bob, I KNEW I’d be getting a visit from whichever girl was the closest to the girl we read about in his story. Sometimes I was a brother, or a father, or an Uncle. And, once in a while I was a nephew or a cousin. There were even some times when I was just plain Dirk.

And it was Jill who got a tattoo, not Linda … well not then. I finally got to use that razor I bought expecting Jill to ask me to shave her. She let me do the shaving before she went to the tattoo parlor.

We even wrote to B.O.B. and told him our tale. He wrote back and said it sounded like it might make a good story. Who knows, he might even write it some day. Yeah … right … he couldn’t do it justice if he had help.

Oh yeah, you might want to know what happened with Jill. It turned out she really WAS in love with me! Imagine that, a fresh young girl, with her whole life ahead of her, settling for a geezer like me. Of course the baby might have had something to do with it. She missed her first period three months after she gave me her virginity and left my bedroom floor covered in unused condoms. Linda and Julie had given them all to her as a joke, but they expected her to use at least one of them.

And so, there was a wedding. Linda was Jill’s Maid of Honor, and Julie walked her down the aisle and gave her away. Turned out her parents had disowned her when she refused to marry the boy they thought she should marry when she graduated from High School.

You know how the bride gives her entourage a gift? For participating in the wedding? Guess what Jill gave them. You’ll never see them, of course, but each one has a one inch tattoo of a fire breathing dragon, just like the one my new bride has. That dragon fire is about an inch from those fire hot pussies, and they just look nasty, if you know what I mean.

I know they got them, because I’ve seen them. All three of them lined up and showed them to me at the wedding, those dirty girls.

They don’t come off when you get them wet either. At least not wet with a tongue.

I know that, because I tried.

The End


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It hurts, mommy by Daddydick89

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David’s mother helps him masturbate

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Boy: David Rose – mixed 14-years old, 5″ 2′, 100 lbs, 7-inch cock

Mother: Susan Rose – white 33-year old, 5″ 5′, 125 lbs, 32C-24-34.

I had recently turned 14-years old. And like all 14-year old boys, I was going through puberty. If my acne covered face or squeaking voice wasn’t bad enough, it was the almost constant erections. Which was torturous for my poor cock and balls.

Most teenage boys my age have bad acne, so that wasn’t all that bad. But having the worst case of blue balls several times a day, became very frustrating for me. And today would be no different.

When my alarm sounded at 6:30 AM. Waking me up for school. As usual, I had a serious case of morning wood. This time the pain was more intense than ever: “Oh fuck, it hurts so bad”

I wanted to talk to my dad about it. But he had already left for work. I felt like this was something too personal to tell my mom, but the pain was getting to be too much. So I walked through the hallway, with my throbbing cock pitching a tent in my pajama bottoms while calling for my mother. “Mom, mom, please help me” But she didn’t answer. After knocking and not hearing an answer, I entered my parent’s room and saw that she was still asleep. And to make matters worse, she was naked.

When I saw my mother laying there on her back with her breasts out, the pain in my cock became unbearable. I found myself reaching down into my pajama bottoms and pulling out my cock, then stroking it while calling for my mom: “Mommy, please wake up. It hurts so bad, mommy” And as my mother began to wake up. My cock erupted. Sending streams of hot jizz onto my sleeping mother. The first rope landed on her right tit, but the second one shot right across her face, before dripping into her opened mouth. Followed by six more that left my mother’s face and tits covered with my cum. “Oh God yes…yeeessssss!!!!”

I was still stroking my aching cock when she finally woke up:
“Oh my God, sweetie. What are you doing? Why would you do such a thing?”

I knew that I was in big trouble, but I couldn’t help myself. So I started to cry: “I’m so sorry, mom. I was an accident. I had to make the pain go away.

“What pain, honey?” asked my mother.

“The pain down there” As I glance down at my dripping cock. “I tried to come to you for help, but you didn’t answer. Then when I saw you laying there like…..well, uh….sleep.

The pain became unbearable. And I…um…Well, I’m sorry mom!”

But instead of being mad, my mother was very comforting: “It’s okay, sweetie. You’re just going through puberty, that’s all. Now, you go and get ready for school, while I make us some breakfast.”

I was so relieved that my mother wasn’t mad at me, for accidentally cumming on her face.
After I got cleaned up and ready for school, I went to the kitchen to join my mother for breakfast:

“Gee, breakfast smells great, mom” As she hands me a plate of sausage and eggs, she sits down right next to me, and places her hand on my leg: “Now, I know this is going to be hard. But honey, we have to talk about your little problem”

I was so ashamed: “But, mom. It’s embarrassing”

But she just patted me on the leg, and spoke in her soft motherly tone and said: “It’s alright, son. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. All boys your age have this problem.”

I began to feel a little better, knowing that this was a common thing for boys my age. But that still wasn’t going to stop my throbbing cock from hurting.

“Thanks, mom. But what am I supposed to do when it starts to hurt again?”

I could see the wheels spinning in my mothers head, as she sits with her hand under her chin: “Hmmmmm…well, how often does it…you know, hurt?”

I look away from her and say “Three, sometimes five times a day. Is that bad?”

She smiles and says “No, sweetie. It’s not bad at all. In fact, it’s perfectly normal”

I breathed a small sigh of relief: “Whew….Now how can you help me fix it?”

I watched as my mother hesitated to ask me a question. But finally, she took a deep breathe and asked me: “Have you tried masturbating?”

I shook my head and said “No, can you teach me, now? Please”

I could see the shocked expression on my mother’s face, as my cock began to rise inside of my pants.

“Honey, is it hurting you now?”

I said “Yes mommy, it hurts” As I pushed myself away from the kitchen table.

My sweet mother was still rubbing my leg when she said “Okay honey, pull it out for me”

I said “Okay, mommy” Then I unzipped my fly and pulled out my throbbing cock for my mom.

“Now, what do I do?” My mom tells me to stroke it
“Now, stroke it like you did this morning”

I didn’t really want to do it myself, so I asked my mother for help. Then I looked at my mother with my puppy dogs eyes and said “Could you please do it for me, mommy? Please!”

Then she licked the palm of her hand and slowly began to stroke my cock: “How does that feel, honey?”

“It feels so good, mommy”

Soon, she was using my own precum to lubricate my cock and stroking it even faster. After a few seconds of intense stroking, I felt another orgasm approaching: “Oh mommy, it feels weird again”

My mother knew that I was about to cum, but she didn’t stop stroking my cock. Instead, she then took off her robe and squatted down in front of me:

“Okay sweetie, I want you to cum on mommy’s tits. Can you do that for mommy?”

I tell her “Yes mommy, YES”

As I blew my wad on her chest “Oh mommy, don’t stop”

After stroking every drop of cum from my throbbing cock. My mother grabs a paper towel and cleans my cock: “There, all better”

I returned the favor by using paper towels to wipe my cum off my mother’s chest.

Then I asked: “Mommy, would you mind helping me when it starts to hurt again?”

My mother smiled as she patted me on the head and said: “Anytime, kiddo. Anytime it hurts, you call mommy and I’ll be there, got it” I smiled as I nodded my head

“Got it, mommy”

My mother was putting her robe back on, as I left for school. Went I got to school, my first two classes were a breeze. But I knew that Tracy James had 3rd period P.E. as well. Tracy was an 8th grader, with the body of a grown woman. She was a 14-year old black girl, with fully developed 36DD breasts, with a nice round ass. She was well known for being a tease.

So when I saw her running into girls locker room, with her huge tits swaying from side to side. I immediately turned back around and ran back into the boy’s locker room. My cock was beginning to throb and ache. So I waited for all of the other boys to exit the locker room before I called my mother: “Hello, mommy. It’s me, David. You have to come and help me, mommy. It’s hurting again.”

I could hear my mother sigh before she spoke: “Sigh…Why can’t you do it yourself?” I pouted and said: “But you promised me that you would help me”

Then I sent her a picture of my aching cock. She started to respond “But honey…” Then she opened the text that I sent her and saw the picture of my swollen cock: “Don’t you worry, sweetie. Mommy’s on the way.

Since we live just six blocks from the school. I knew she would be arriving shortly. In less than ten minutes, I heard my name being called over the school’s P.A. system “David Rose, to the principal’s office. David Rose, please report to the principal’s office”

I wrapped a sweatshirt around my waist, to conceal my erection, while I quickly walked to the principal’s office.

Apparently, my mother had told the principal, that she had something very important that she needed to tell me, in private. So he let us use his office.

When I walked into the principal’s office. I saw my mother waiting for me. I told her “It happened again, mommy”

She started to whisper: “Shhhh….not so loud, okay? Now, hop up on the desk and pull down your shorts”

After hoping up on my principal’s desk, I pulled my aching cock from my shorts and said, “Is that better, mommy?” As my mother began to stroke my cock, I see her checking her watch every couple of seconds.

“What’s wrong, mommy?” I asked. She looked down at her watch and says “Nothing, honey. It’s just that, I was cooking when you called. The cake that I left in the oven only has about 10 minutes before it burns. So we gotta make this quick, okay?”

She was stroking my cock really fast, but I still hadn’t cum. So she looked up at me and said “I want you to close your eyes, sweetie. And relax.”

Then I closed my eyes and waited for my mother to stroke my cock. But instead of using her hands, I felt my mother’s warm mouth engulf my cock. “Oh mommy, that feels a lot better”

Watching my mother suck my cock, was working a lot better than her handjobs. Because I felt my orgasm approaching rapidly: “I’m gonna cum, mommy. I’m cumming…aaaggghhhh!!!”

My mother still continued to look me in the eyes, while I was shooting my load down her throat.

As my cock fell from my mother’s mouth and landed on her cleavage. My mother simply wiped her mouth and said: “There, all done. Now, you’d better get back to class, young man.”

I quickly pulled up my shorts and followed my mother back out to the front office. That’s when the school’s receptionist pointed to my mother’s chest: “Excuse me Mame, but there’s something on your chest.”

My mother and I both knew that it was my cum on her chest. But my mother played it cool, as she rubbed my cum on her tits and said “That’s just a little lotion that I forgot to rub in” Then she left. The rest of my day at school went by pretty fast after that.

On my way home from school, I text my mother and asked if I could go across the street and play XBox with my best friend Marshall. She said “Yes, but be home in time for dinner”

While Marshall and I played XBox in his garage, we were interrupted when his older sister Daisy came in from cheerleader practice. Needless to say, when I saw her 34C’s clinging to her sweaty t-shirt, my cock began to rise. I waited for her to leave before I texted my mom and told her to meet mine on the side of Marshall’s garage.

When she returned my text saying “I’ll be there in a few” I told Marshall to wait while my mom helped me out with something on the side of his house. Marshall looked kind of confused when he asked: “Do you think she can help me too?” As I looked down at his crotch and saw that he was sporting an erection too. I told him “I wasn’t sure. But I would see.”

After waiting a few minutes, we heard a knock on the side door. When I opened the door to let my mother in, she had a shocked look on her face: “Um, I thought that you would be alone, sweetie”

I used my puppy dog eyes on her, again. Before pulling out my throbbing cock and saying: “Do you think you could help out Marshall? His cock hurts too. Show it to her, Marshall”

Marshall was unzipping his pants when my mother spoke to us both: “Okay boys, I’ll do this. But this has to be our little secret, okay?” We both nodded our heads

“okay”

My mother looked nervous at first. But once she started stroking our cocks, she started to relax. Letting her soft hands gently squeeze and stroke our stiff cocks.

That’s when I asked “Mommy, can you do that thing with your mouth again, please?” She replied: “Sure, hun. Anything for you, sweetie”

Then my mother dropped to her knees and took my cock into her mouth. I looked over at Marshall, who watched in amazement, as my mother was sucking my cock.

After sucking my cock for a few seconds. My mother quickly took Marshall’s 6-inch cock into her mouth.

Soon, she was deepthroating Marshall’s entire cock, while jerking my cock with her free hand.

I was on the verge of cumming when I heard Marshall:
“Oh God, I’m gonna cum”

Then I watched his hips bucked, as he shot his sperm into my mother’s mouth.

“Oh shit, I’m cumming” I couldn’t hold back any longer. So I pointed my cock towards my mother’s face, and shot my load on her face, as she was swallowing Marshall’s load. “Oh yes, mommy. Suck his cock”

While Marshall and I put our cocks away, my mother washed her face in the sink, then tells me that dinner is ready.

As I walk back home with my mommy. I know that I’m about to embark on a wonderful journey. I received another blowjob before I went to bed. But my adventure is just getting started.

To be continued…


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God, I love the way you smell,” she said quietly, burrowing her nose into my sparse mess of pubes. “My baby boy.”

There isn’t much build-up to this story, because there wasn’t much build-up to what happened. At least from my point-of-view.

I had begun thinking about Mom in that way some time before, but never saw any indication that she might reciprocate. We had always been really close, but she was also always Mom. At first, that worked against all my deep dirty feelings, but it soon became indistinguishable from them, became what turned me on most, made it so I couldn’t separate Mom-as-Mom in all her comfort and warmth from her beauty and body. Or how she had me playing with myself every single night.

When I was still in high school, my cousin Sandra, Mom’s oldest niece, got engaged and asked my mother to be a bridesmaid. Mom was thrilled—she and Sandra were close, more like sisters, even though Mom was a good 10 years older. My parents had planned on having one boy and one girl before they got divorced, and I suspected Mom’s friendship with Sandra made that a little easier to bear.

She knew Mom hadn’t dated much, if at all, in the months leading up to the wedding—Sandra had no taboos about sex talk—so she offered to get the hotel to comp a second room for us in case Mom “took to” any of the single guests. I was there in the room when she said this to my mother, who couldn’t help blushing, nor more than a couple snuck looks in my direction. Even though my romantic feelings for her were getting more intense by the day, I wasn’t bothered at all by the thought of her sleeping with someone else. I just wanted her to be happy, satisfied, loved no matter who it might be with.

What did bug me was my cousin’s equally unfiltered insistence that I find someone at the wedding, too. Mom seemed to quiet down when Sandra brought it up, and let her go on with her spiel about all the pretty little things that were apparently dying to know me. At one point I looked over at Mom—she was looking back at me with such intensity that all my faculties seemed to freeze up. We stayed lost in each other till Sandra cleared her throat and caught us up, a little annoyed.

We left for the wedding shortly after noon the next Friday. I had recently got my learner’s permit, so Mom agreed to let me start driving. She also reluctantly agreed to let me control the music—I had pre-programmed a bunch of songs into the car stereo. Really, my goal was to show her how many of her favorite singers I had collected into one playlist, just for the trip.

“Oh, I love Emmylou Harris,” Mom sighed as “Red Dirt Girl” rumbled through the speakers and we pulled onto the highway. “You got any Bonnie Raitt on here?”

“Sorry. No.”

“I saw both of ’em at a festival, back when I was pregnant with you. Your father was away somewhere on business on the last minute, even though we’d had tickets for months. So I said ‘screw it’ and went alone. Used the money from the other ticket for beer,” she smiled shyly, letting her head fall back. “It was wonderful.”

I smiled back, marvelling silently at how her beauty at that moment seemed both so otherworldly and natural. Mom looked at the console screen, where the cover of the album was displayed. “Gosh, she’s beautiful, isn’t she?”

“Not like you,” I answered honestly, momentarily disarmed.

She cocked an eye at me. “Oh, yeah?”

I cursed my impulsiveness, but continued. “Her beauty’s a little glam-y for me. Worked-over, I guess. I prefer yours. How it seems inherent to you, effortless.” She looked startled for a moment, and I added: “But you’re both dead-on equal in one sense: more beautiful the older you get.”

Mom’s eyes looked as if they’d been set ablaze by the Montana sun, dark coppery hair like trees on fire and even in all that radiance I could still see her blush. “I wasn’t fishing.” She smacked my chest playfully. I reached up and grabbed her hand, not breaking our gaze, intertwining our fingers.

“This is real nice, sweetheart,” Mom started as if reading my mind, and cupped my cheek. “But dying would kinda ruin that, wouldn’t it?” Then that hot hand on my cheek turned my face back to the road.

She always seemed to get the last laugh.

. . .

We switched seats after the next rest stop. I woke up from a nap to the sublime sounds of Mom singing along to the stereo. I watched the intense movements of her mouth, her trilling tongue for a few moments before speaking.

“Sounds real nice, Mama.”

She jumped a little, bringing a hand to her breast. “Oh! Hi, sweetie.” She blushed again. “Thank you so much for putting this playlist together. So sweet of you.”

“Aw, it was all just a plot to hear you singing to ’em.”

She scrunched up her face and stuck her tongue out.

“I sang along to this one at that festival in Missouri.”

“That sounds nice, too.”

“You have no idea.” Her voice softened, and she looked a little absent. “Or maybe you do, somehow…”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when we started walking over to see Bonnie, it started raining. With still all pretty sunlight around everyone, looking so excited. Then by the time she went on, and that voice came out, it was this amazing falling mist, and all those happy people, and me, rubbing my belly under my half-shirt, standin’ there in the sunny rain with my baby boy,” she paused and took a breath, “…inside me.”

I said nothing. What could I say? That I was both profoundly moved and sporting enough wood to put out the windshield?

Now it was Mom’s turn to reach a hand out to mine. We rode mostly in silence the rest of the way, buffeted by our sing-a-longs.

. . .

The wedding was at an old but well-kept hotel a little off the main roads, set back amidst a beautiful nest of trees.

Fortunately, the rest of our extended family had something like Mom and Sandra’s close relationship to varying degrees, so family get-togethers were never a drag. This meant Sandra and Ted, her husband-to-be, felt comfortable enough to let everyone pick their own seats. (I didn’t know anything about weddings, but Mom as we chose our own Mom told me that wasn’t usually a popular option with wedding guests.)

I had just started talking with my cousin Glenn and his date, seated across from us, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned to see an incredibly pretty server holding a bottle of wine, neck tickled with her teased blonde curls.

“Would that be one glass over here for dinner…or two?” She asked us with a smile.

Mom and I shared a look. “It’s okay with me if it’s okay with you,” she said, eyes not leaving mine.

“Are you kidding? I’ve only been here for an hour, and you guys are already my favorite wedding group ever.”

“That’s an awful low bar to risk a liquor license for,” Mom teased.

“Tell ya what.” She looked at me and winked before turning to answer. “Let me know where I can find a strapping young cutie like this, and we’ll call it even.”

My mom chuckled. “Well, you start gettin’ them all the same way, but at the end you better make sure you get to the hospital in time for an epidural. The pain ain’t worth it.” She winked at me. “No matter how cute they are.”

It was the waitress’s turn to blush as she laughed and touched Mom’s arm. “See? Best wedding group ever.”

. . .

After dinner, Sandra’s younger sister Sophie came over to our table to say hello. Both she and Sandra were beautiful, but I had always been drawn to Sophie in particular. When we were younger, we’d sneak away during family get-togethers to make our own fun. I’d always had a crush on her.

Eventually, Mom insisted I stop “doting” on her and go off with some of the younger guests. Reluctantly, I stood. But right before I turned to leave, Mom suddenly reached up, grabbed me by the collar, and pulled my lips down to hers in a kiss. “But don’t forget about your date.” Her eyes held that same incendiary gaze they had in the car. “Okay?”

“Of course, Mom. I’m your man.”

And it burned even brighter. I warmed myself by it before I left.

. . .

Sophie and I drifted around for a while, saying hi here and there, eventually gravitating to the patio where some friends and cousins were hanging out, drinking and passing a joint or two. The beaming bride looked over me and her sister and mock-scolded as we each took a hit. Christ, they’re gorgeous, I thought to myself, eyes passing between them under the shifting network of magic lanterns. I couldn’t help thinking about a photo set I had found online, of a set of triplets before a wedding, two sisters helping the third get dressed, and wondered if Sandra, Sophie, and maybe even my MILF of an aunt had shared a similar scene that afternoon. I then realized how horny the weed was already making me, and excused myself to clear my head.

Plus, I missed my mom.

. . .

Back inside, I put it in a request to the DJ and found Mom sitting with my Aunt Charlotte, her sister and the girls’ mom. I asked Mom if she would like to dance, and she leapt up right away. My aunt said she couldn’t blame her, but I doubt Mom heard her, zealously pulling me towards the dance floor like she was. I was transfixed by the sight of her from behind in her backless dress, the fine yet fleshy ridges of her back gliding down to her wide ass. It swayed from side-to-side and had me almost fully hard before we reached the spot Mom had chosen, a fair bit to the side, moonlit across the floor by a series of small windows above.

Bonnie Raitt began the first words of “I Feel the Same” and Mom gripped around the back of my neck where she’d laced her fingers. She looked at me intently. “Was this you? This song?”

Truthfully, I had only asked for Bonnie Raitt. I knew next to nothing about her, just that earlier wasn’t the first time I had heard Mom singing along to her. But I just smiled knowingly, and told her I loved her.

“Please believe me, I feel the same” sang sweetly from the speakers and Mom looked at my dreamily, eyes glistening just a little. “I love you, too, Bradley.”

I leaned in to peck her on the cheek, but she turned her head and met my lips with her own. I froze, stunned, and I think she was too, at first. I heard her inhale sharply and felt my lips being kneaded, like I was at a distance from myself. But then her tongue touched mine and I was rocketed into the moment, my virginal moves trying desperately to keep up with her expert ones. I was worried I went too far when I wrapped my lips around her tongue and she immediately pulled back and closed her eyes. She re-opened them and looked around quickly; no one had seen us.

“Everything okay, Mom?”

“I don’t know, honestly.” I couldn’t read the expression on her face. “How are you feeling?”

“G-good,” I sputtered, maybe too eagerly. She smiled and I tried to steady my nerves.

“Didn’t have too much to drink?”

“Nope.”

“Didn’t smoke any of the wacky tobacky with Sophie and her friends?”

“No!” I lied.

“‘Kay. Just checking.”

“Why?”

Just then the chorus of the song came round again. Mom sighed and moved her face towards mine. Bonnie Raitt’s “I feel the same” was joined in an instant by Mom’s low breathy mimic right into my ear, ringing through my body like a shotgun blast.

“Bradley?” Mom jolted me awake. A song I didn’t recognize was playing. “Listen to me, okay?” She giggled, smiled with complete understanding. “I’m going to go up to my room now.” She pressed her extra key into my palm. “I want you to wait five minutes, then come up. Got it?”

I swallowed. “Five minutes. Then follow you up…to your room.”

“Good boy.” She kissed me on the cheek, then shifted her lips into the small hot space beside my ear. “This is going to be so good, Bradley. I love you more than anything, sweetheart.”

And then she was gone, leaving me to kick off the longest five minutes of my life with a hard-on that was rapidly approaching full-strength.

What the hell do you do while waiting to fuck your mom?

I scanned the ballroom aimlessly, trying to quiet my nerves. There were still quite a few people dancing and mingling. I looked for Sophie but couldn’t find her.

I’d decided to head to the washroom to wait out my sentence when I glanced past the bar and met a pair of eyes that had apparently been waiting for mine: the cute blonde server’s. She waved me over, smiling mischievously, and I shuffled across to her with lead feet. The last thing I needed right now was another gorgeous older woman.

“You look like you could use a drink,” she said.

“I don’t know. Can you still? Couldn’t you get in trouble?”

“That depends.” She winked. “Do I still have your mom’s permission?”

“Definitely,” I said and smiled through my blush at the mention of my mother. I took a sip of the drink she had made me. (Gin, straight. I liked this woman.)

“I, uh, don’t think I actually got your name,” I told her.

“Katy.”

“I’m Brad.”

“I know. Your mom told me.”

“She is the social one in the family.”

“Oh, I saw you out there,” she winked, jerking her head towards the patio. “You looked like you were doing all right for yourself.”

I shrugged.

“Say, where did that beautiful lady get off to?”

“She, uh, went to bed,” I said, trying to hide my quickly-reddening cheeks. “Tired.”

“Makes sense. She put up quite a fight, beating off all those horndog wedding crashers.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. I saw at least two try to get her away from the party and back to their rooms. But she told them she was here with her man.”

“She did?”

“That would be you, wouldn’t it?”

“I guess so.” Where was this going?

“Well then. She’s a very lucky woman.”

There was no hiding the blush now. I decided to get out while the going was good and downed the remains of my drink. “Thanks for that,” I told her. “Think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“I would, too, if I had what was waiting for you.”

“What?”

“Nothing. Say hi to your mom for me.”

I said a stunned silent goodbye and headed for the elevators.

. . .

Maybe a little shaky after the quick drink, I soon found myself in front of Mom’s door with no memory of how I got there. Thankfully, I hadn’t forgotten the extra key.

When I stepped inside and closed the door, I saw that the lamp was on, and Mom was on the bed in a fluffy hotel bathrobe. I wondered immediately what was underneath.

She smiled. “Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“You wanna talk for a second?”

“Sure…” I began, taking a seat beside her on the bed.

“We know we both want this, Bradley. But we need to talk about what each of us wants from it. Do you understand what I mean?”

“Sure, Mom.”

“I think this is an important conversation to have with any sexual partner, to help make sure everyone is comfortable and no one gets hurt. And given who we are to each other, that’s probably even more important now, right?” I nodded.

“So how long have you thought about me this way?”

“Not a real long time. Lately, it’s gotten more…intense.”

She smiled. “I’ve noticed.”

“How long have you thought about me…like this, Mom?”

She didn’t respond right away, then looked embarrassed and a little flustered all of a sudden. I guessed it was longer than she wanted to admit. I tried something else.

“The pretty server told me that you told some guys that…that I was your man. Is that how you want this to happen, Mom?”

That question seemed easier for her. She nodded as her face moved towards mine, and our lips met. She inhaled sharply, let out a low moan, and squeezed high on my thigh.

I started to unbutton my shirt but Mom stopped me and continued herself, her eyes both sleepy and vividly alive. “So beautiful, so perfect, so strong,” she whispered, caressing my wiry muscles, planting soft kisses across my chest, which she was eagerly exposing. She tossed my shirt over her shoulder when she was finished, and tickled my tummy.

“I love you, you know,” Mom said. “More than anything.” Her hand went to my crotch and I jumped when her fingers found my shaft through my pants. She rubbed it. “Sure you’re okay with this?”

“Oh God, Mom…”

“I’ll take that as a—” She unzipped my fly and found my cock. “—yes.”

“I love the way that feels, Mom. I never thought it would feel this good.”

She looked up at me, surprised. “Is this—am I the first, to…”

“Yes, Mama,” I replied softly, using a name I hadn’t called her in years.

“Oh, sweetie…” She took my hand and kissed it, then quickly shucked the rest of my clothes and gently guided me to my back, settling on top, opening her robe to reveal the nothing underneath and letting her full breasts pancake atop my chest. Photos http://cpmlink.net/vEIOAA
She kissed the tip of my nose, sucked a second, and started to slide those nipples slowly down my torso, which tensed with each inch. Her lips followed, kneading my skin till they puckered tightly around my nipple, teasing it up and hard then spreading and slurping and soon leaving long wet streaks as she lovingly tongued my chest across to the other nipple. She did away with the kissing this time and bit down, hard, shooting white heat down my arms and causing my whole lower half to leap up involuntarily. My cock surged and found itself in the valley of my mother’s chest, smothered in her sweet soft flesh, and I came.

“Oh, goodness…” Mom let out in a low breath, moaning. I grunted and my head fell back to the pillow. I was about to apologize for coming so quickly when I looked down and saw Mom greedily sucking my cum from her tits. They were big enough that she could get the tips and a bit more into her mouth. I was mesmerized.

“Sorry,” she giggled when she saw me gawking. “I love cum.”

“Can you, uh…say that again, Mom?”

She slipped out of her robe and added it to our clothes pile, in the same motion crawling back up my body till her face was right above mine. “I love cum. I love your cum. I love…my son’s cum.”

I lunged up and kissed her hard. She seemed startled but fell into it right away, our tongues lazily coating each other, the taste of me passing between us. When we finally broke, she had a look on her face that I’d almost describe as pride.

“Hey, Mom?”

“Yes, my love?”

“I think I love cum, too.”

She laughed from her gut and kissed me again.

“Well, let’s get you some more then.”

. . .

Mom’s tongue-bath continued on my balls, widening and flattening out and forming itself perfectly to the underside of my sac. She hummed, sending shockwaves through my loins, and probed the thin skin eagerly with the tip of her tongue. It was like she wanted to take in every impression my body could possibly offer.

“God, I love the way you smell,” she said quietly, burrowing her nose into my sparse mess of pubes. “My baby boy.”

“Love you, Mom…”

“Gonna suck your cock now, ‘kay?” Her voice was low and throaty, tickling my nuts. I could only grunt in response as her mouth took in the head of my cock, just the head at first, sucking in tight and thrusting out and around with her tongue. Her right hand grabbed my left, our fingers intertwining, and her other went to my nipple, pinching and pawing. More of me disappeared down her throat, inch by inch, till she was nibbling on my pubes.

Suddenly, Mom grabbed my feet and raised my legs up, my knees ending tight to my chest and her mouth sucking like a sea creature down my underside. I giggled, which made her giggle

“You like that, sweetie?”

“Uh-huh. I like…” I decided to be completely honest. “I like being so exposed to you, Mom.”

She smiled brilliantly. “That makes me feel so good. Hopefully,” she said as her head again disappeared, “…this’ll make you feel good.” And then her tongue was at my bottom hole, wide and whole at first, circling quicker, then quicker, then an inch inside as my hips thrust up, making Mom struggle to stay inside of me. Almost nothing had ever felt so good—I flinched again with my whole lower half as she slurped up my insides. I could hear a chuckle smothered deep underneath me.
“Fuck, Mom!” I shouted. “Oh, my God…”

“I’ve got a little wriggler,” she said with a laugh.

As soon as her tongue touched the tip of my cock, I went off, cum shooting up and toward me. Mom missed most of the first spurt, but wrapped her lips round right away and gulped all the rest down. When her lips popped off with a smack she grinned and moved back up the bed.

I kissed her again. She met my tongue and we necked and nestled and tickled and touched till I could feel her slick cunt dripping onto my thigh, and I realized she hadn’t come yet.

Without breaking our kiss, I urged Mom underneath me and onto her back, feeling the top of my cock flatten down the full length of her slit.

“God, that feels good…”

I responded by kissing all over her perfect breasts, taking as much care with her nipples as she had with mine. They were fat and almost crimson, like hard perfect rubies in my mouth. She shrieked, held me tight. I started to switch sides and basked in the heavenly gully of sweat and perfume and leftover cum between her breasts. I nibbled there, too, Mom humping up in response, then reached her other nipple and decided to give her a taste of her own medicine, with a bite. And the instant I did, she came just like I had, maybe harder. She moaned my name, called me a good boy, her baby boy, working her whole pelvis in circles. I could feel her juices oozing up and out between the fusion of our bodies.

She put a hand to her head in exhaustion—I was at her cunt before she could recover. Her bush was lush, caked and glistening in her cum. I took some strands into my mouth and started to suck. Mom gripped my shoulders in response, her nails digging in as I made my way through more and more of her auburn tangles. Her hair continued thinner and thinner down the rest of her pussy, and I followed the trail like a bloodhound, slobbering all the way till I found what I was hunting for.

Her opening, my very origin, seemed to bloom and plump obscenely. A milky marble of cum oozed out just then, quickly losing its shape as it drooped long and slow into my salivating mouth.

“Oh, Bradley,” Mom moaned. I could see her rolling and pinching her nipples as she watched me. The steady scrumptious stream of juices leaking out of her made it hard to give the rest of her much attention—I didn’t want to miss a drop! But I moved up, taking in more than anything else the thick, private odor of her, letting my tongue lift up the tumbles of her hair as I finally zeroed in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth, and Mom exploded again.

Instead of collapsing like last time, she reached down and gripped me under each armpit, yanking my body with surprising strength up and across hers till we were settled, face-to-face. Her hand snuck down between our bodies and started tugging on my erection impatiently. Neither of us spoke. I was inside her in an instant, plunging forward as far as I could go; I know I came almost immediately, and that Mom did, too. She told me later she could feel both our messes mixing together inside her the instant I bottomed out. I didn’t stop, though, didn’t go soft, just pulled back inexpertly, pausing as I felt just my head inside of her. Mom’s eyes shot open when I thrust back in again, and she pulled me down and thrust her tongue into me, searching out my own and chewing on it gently but insistently. The combination was almost indescribable: soft lazy barbs of pain on one slick appendage, deepest pleasure rupturing all through another. I made a mental note to see if maybe we could switch them around next time.

Oh God, next time, time after that, time after that…

I came again.

. . .

Each of us awoke during the night, to play from the other. First was Mom’s mouth on my cock, which I don’t remember much about. Just the incredible sensation, and my eyes drifting to the full moon out the big hotel window as neither of us spoke, me eventually closing my eyes as I tried to focus on the deep, ecstatic, almost inhuman noises coming from inside Mom as she worked my cum out of me.

The next thing I remember, I came to halfway down the king-sized bed, Mom’s ass peeking out delectably. I suddenly got the urge to repay her, to taste her deepest underneath like she had mine, to touch and taste and know everything about her.

I shifted over and started to stroke and squeeze her plumpness. She didn’t stir. I leant down and, parting her cheeks, flicked my tongue out experimentally. I wasn’t put off at all, and went right back in. Mom woke up a few seconds later, as much I’d guess from my shocked moan once I felt her sphincter clench and pulse around my tongue.

“Oh, you beautiful fucking boy, keep surprising Mommy…”

I uh-huhed as best as I could, reaching up to the dimples of Mom’s lower back, massaging down around her thighs till my hands reached her dripping slit. She humped up and down in earnest, ejecting my tongue from her asshole right before she let loose and came all over my plunging fingers, juices coating me in hot sugar.

Together, my mother and I licked me clean, and fell asleep.

. . .

“Good morning, my love.”

Mom’s beaming face was backlit by the sun.

“Boy, do I like the sound of that.”

She kissed me. “Me, too.”

I brought my nose down to my armpit and took a sniff. “I think I like the sound of a shower, too.”

She kissed me again, on the nose. “Gonna have to wait on that one, boy” she laughed, bounding across the room.

“Aw,” I whined. “Not gonna get lonely?”

“Not gonna get clean, if you’re in there with me. And we’ve gotta get down to breakfast.”

“Mmm,” I stretched and rose. “Put some of those burned calories back on.”

“I think you fucked a five-egg omelette’s worth out of me, with bacon.” She poked her head out of the bathroom. “And a short stack.”

I laughed. “At least.”

“Hey, grab the paper,” she shouted over the rush of the water. “I think this place drops ’em off.”

I walked across the room, still naked, and opened the door to the biggest surprise of the weekend yet. Turned out the hotel delivered more than papers.

Katy the beautiful bartender was standing there, closed fist raised to knock. She was already smiling, and wider and wider as she looked me up and down, eyes straying to my still-sticky cock.

“Hi!” she chirped. “Your mom invited me to breakfast with y’all and the family. Just came to see if she was ready.

“…is she ready?”


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Introduction:

Shocked when my 24-year-old sexy cousin decides to fuck my 16-year-old cock…

She tried to talk but had trouble with my cock in her mouth. She looked up at me with her light blue eyes. She looked beautiful in her complete nudity. The bed was soft, and the lights were dimmed, but not enough to stop me from being able to gaze at this lovely little doll sucking my cock.

She was my cousin. But, in order to tell the story of how we got to this point I have to back up.

My cousin had moved out to California to attend Stanford University after graduating in 2012. But, wait; let me back up even further.

My cousin, the whole rest of my family, and I had always had something of an interesting relationship. We were a close family. But I was a quiet guy with all girl cousins, so I kept to myself. Over the years all the families remained close, even though I didn’t have any real close relationships with anyone.

I remember when I was young, my older sister and my cousins use to dress me up and put on pretend weddings with me and my cousin – Hannah – who is just a bit younger than me. It was all just good fun, and I guess really some form of light comedic abuse for us. This was the sort of dynamic between all of us, in short, I was the only guy.

As I got older, obviously they stopped dressing me up, but we kept that same close-yet-distant relationship. And my cousins -at least some of them – grew into attractive young ladies, nonetheless, I never thought of any of them sexually until I stayed at their house for a weekend.

Wait… let me first explain, I have six cousins, all girls, three from my uncle (my mom’s brother), and three from my mom’s sister. During this story, I was staying at my aunt’s house.

In the early school year of 2009, I was a junior in high school and my parents had gone out of town, leaving me to stay at my aunt’s house with my three cousins: eldest, Alyssa, middle, Hannah, and the youngest was Carly, only five at the time. At the time Alyssa was 24, had just graduated from college, but was taking a year off before going to Chicago University for grad school.

The first day wasn’t too eventful; we ate dinner and watched a movie together. But during the movie Alyssa kept putting her foot, and even her hand a few times, near my cock and I thought she even stealthily removed her panties, I couldn’t even believe that though.

After the movie, I just went to the basement to watch TV until I went to sleep. But the second day would get more…stimulating.

It was Saturday morning, we all ate breakfast. After breakfast, the girls worked on schoolwork.

I was in the basement just watching TV when Alyssa came down and told me, “Nobody is home, so if you need anything just let me know”.

I just said, “Okay”.

Alyssa then sat down next to me, asked me how I was doing, and began rubbing my thigh in a compassionate, caring manner while smiling at me pleasantly. I just told her I was doing well. She said, “Good,”in a friendly voice and smiled at me. I remember she reminded me of a nice, young, girl-next-door teacher all the students loved.

She began rubbing a little higher until she was rubbing part of my cock and my thigh. She felt my dick get rock hard the second she made contact and just smiled. Alyssa moved her hand up even further to where she was just rubbing my cock while staring at me smiling all the while.

She had a pair of those sexy, tight yoga pants on. It was the best camel toe I had ever seen; I could see her whole pussy. She was spreading her legs and moving closer. Then she kissed me, parted her mouth, put her tongue in my mouth for less than a second, got up and walked up stairs, shaking her ass the whole way.

She came back down about ten minutes later, and I had my boxers around my ankles and was working myself.

She pretended she didn’t even see, chuckled, and said, “Want to watch TV together? No one will be home for a few hours. It’s just you and me, so we can do anything you want.”

I don’t remember all the details, but I’ll never forget how awkward watching TV – with my boxers still down and only a tiny, thin blanket covering my erection – was.

I don’t remember what we were watching when she casually said, “Do you mind if I get naked?”

I must have looked at her like twelve hits of acid had just taken effect, but I knew my answer. I was nervous, but I was also so turned on and wanted her naked. I tried to act casual, so I told her, “Sure.”

She stood up, stared at me staring at her, and began undressing. She was wearing a t-shirt and tights that originally tempted me beyond control to relive myself.

She removed her shirt. Her stomach was a tiny bit chubby and her boobs looked perfect. Nice and large and round, the type of titties that create awe. I could hardly believe they were real, especially once she removed the bra. She looked like the ultimate woman, I felt like a child next to her. She was a beautiful, mature woman, and she was my cousin.

She then removed her sexy yoga pants. She wasn’t wearing any panties. Her pussy was completely shaved. I loved the look of a pussy when a girl is standing; all you can see is the tiny, little slit. And right before me was the sexiest, most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

“I always prefer being naked. I’m sure you prefer me that way too, huh?’”

I didn’t know what to do or what to say, I just nodded my head honestly. She then told me to get naked too; she told me I’d be much more comfortable. I was a mindless zombie, I don’t know if I said anything. I remember stripping off my shirt and kicking my shorts off the rest of the way.

This was crazy, I had only a week earlier turned sixteen at the time; she was twenty-four, smoking hot, and my cousin.

She told me I had a big cock, this I already knew because I had seen all my friend’s cocks and mine was the largest. It even just looked too big for my small body. I thanked her, and told her in all honesty that she looked like a goddess and was the most breathtaking work of art I’d ever seen; I told her I loved her.

She seemed moved and kissed me on the lips lightly.

“Do you want to play truth or dare?” Alyssa asked.

I decided to just be free, play willingly, and allow myself to enjoy this very fortunate situation.

“Yes.”

“Okay, truth or dare?” She asked me in a sexy, feminine voice as she looked at me with her sexy bedroom eyes.

“Truth.”

“What have you done sexually?” she asked.

“I guess nothing really.” I had actually done a little, but mostly with my friends at sleepovers while playing similar games, most notoriously the nervous game.

“But you’re so cute, and you have a big cock. You need to plow some girl with that cock. You need to make a girl suck it, then put it in her pussy, make her cum, and if you’re lucky you’ll find other places for it too… It’s a lot of fun, little cousin.”

She called me cute, kissed me on the forehead and said, “Let’s keep playing. Truth or dare?” she asked me.

“Truth.”

“Do you want to have sex with a girl?”

“Well, naturally.” I paused. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“I dare you to touch my cock.”

“Love to.” She placed her hand around it. “Oh my god, I can’t believe you have such a monster.” She stroked it a few times and said, “Let’s play something else. We can call this game,” she paused and gave me a devious look, “you do anything you want to me and we see what happens… Want to play?”

“Yes.” I could not then, as I cannot now, even begin to describe how turned on I was.

“Come over here and get filthy and kinky with me. Remember, anything you want. I won’t say no, no matter what you do to me.”

She stood up and moved to the love seat. She spread her legs, and I had to touch her.

I told her to roll over and she did. Now on her back, I began rubbing her thighs. I’d rub up to inches before her sweet cunt and then start the process over. I began to kiss her bare thighs right up to her pussy. I was rubbing her nice big booty. I placed one finger in her pussy, she quivered a bit; I put two fingers inside of her, she let out a moan. I fingered her tight wet, moist pussy while she laid on her stomach, moaning. After fingering her from behind, I rolled her on her back.

Simultaneously, I noticed two things that worked me up: my cousin’s sexy feet, and how much I wanted to make out with this sexy woman. I started with her feet. I sucked on every toe. Then I licked the soles of her feet.

I moved up to her breasts and sucked each nipple. I looked my beautiful older cousin in the eyes and she read my mind. She leaned forward and began gently kissing me. Our kiss grew more and more passionate. She was sucking on my tongue and I was hers.

Then she said, “Let me spit in your mouth.”

That got me so turned on. Of course I let her and she really spit quite a load of saliva in my mouth. Then I spat in her mouth as much saliva as I could, and she loved it.

Then I ate her pussy. I licked her as she lay on her back. Then, she sat on my face as I ate her wet dripping cunt and she came on my mouth. I had seen girls squirt in porn but I had no idea they could in real life. She wasn’t an extreme gusher, but she was a very, very light squirter.

I was licking her pussy, making her moan when she said, “Try my ass.” I told her to roll over and stick her ass in the air. I began giving her a rim job.

I knew I needed my dick sucked. So I put my cock in front of her face and she took it in her mouth. Then I squatted over her face, put my cock in her mouth, and fucked her face thrusting downward, my cock going down her throat.

I was feeling freaky so I told her, “I’m going to tea bag you. I’m going to rub my balls all over your face, and then you’re going to lick my ass hole. And, I really want your tongue up my ass as far as possible. Okay?”

She said okay.

I started fingering her as she sucked my balls and stuck her tongue in my ass. She was moaning load and getting wet. She began begging me to fuck her. “Please just put that massive, sixteen-year-old cock deep inside my twenty-four-year-old cousin cunt. Use my pussy to make yourself cum, and I’ll swallow every drop, please, please. You’re going to love this so much. I’m going to show you the best time of your life. Let us do this; I love you, sweety.”

She kissed my face sweetly and straddled me. She sat down and with a moan took my virginity. She began to ride me, and I knew I couldn’t possibly last. I told her I was going to cum, and she just asked me if I wanted to cum inside of her or in her mouth. I told her I wanted her to swallow my cum. She smiled, lightly moaned, and whispered okay.

I removed my cock from her pussy, got in front of her, put just the tip in her mouth, gave it a few good pumps and shot a huge load in her mouth. She opened her mouth, showed me, and swallowed.

Now I had to lick her pussy and get my cock re-energized so I could fuck again.

I began licking her pussy and her ass. I told her to toss my salad, so she leaned me back on the couch and spread my ass for her tongue. My dick was hard again, and I was ready to really fuck her now.

She grabbed my now hard cock and said, “Let’s go upstairs. Do you want to take me in the kitchen, or tie me up in my room?” she paused. “Actually… let’s go get kinky in my parents room; they have a little sex swing we can use.”

We made our way up stairs, but I decided to just push her over the counter in the kitchen and spread her legs. I forced my cock in her pussy; she yelped and told me to let her suck it first. I let her put my cock in her mouth, then bent her over, stuck it in her pussy and fucked her hard right in the kitchen of my aunt’s house. I told her, “Let’s go to your room so I can tie you up.” She agreed.

I tied her hands to her bed post and left her legs free. She leaned back and grabbed her legs the best she could while tied up. I got between her legs and began sticking my tongue in her ass. I asked her if she had ever done anal, and she told me no. She uttered to me she had thought about it, it really turned her on, she had fingered herself in the ass, and gotten fingered in the ass from her friends during their lesbian fun.

I was going to ask if I could fuck her ass, but I decided to just lick it for a good while. Then I stuck my dick in her pussy, got it soaked with her juices. She moaned as, next, I put the tip of my cock in her tight virgin ass. She moaned and squirmed, I then reminded her, “Anything,” and kept pushing my dick in her tight ass.

She yelled, “Yes! Take my ass.”

She found ecstasy as I finally bottomed out and my balls touched her ass cheeks. She yelled, “I’ve only ever fingered my ass! It hurts. But take my ass virginity!”

I began pounding harder and she pleaded for me to stop. I paused, but she did say anything.

“Please!”

“Remember, anything?”

“Okay!” she yelled.

I continued pounding her ass steady and slow. She began to enjoy it. I increased the speed and intensity. She was moaning loud and telling me she was going to cum. She started rubbing her pussy and squirted all over my stomach. I kept fucking her until I had to cum.

“I’m going to cum. This time I’m just going to cum in your ass,” I told her.

“Yes, cum inside my big booty” she moaned out in pleasure.

I did, and it would not be the last time.


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Introduction:

Another attack plus second baby named.

Jake Freemon – Main character                                              Rita – older female and one of Juno’s sisters 
Gen – Jakes first Jinn – sex Jinn                                               Tina – Rita’s daughter
Jinn – What the genies are called                                            Trully –  second Jinn doc Rasmir’s little sister
Tommy Sinclair – Friend of Jake’s and fellow worker           Nyrae – Juno’s powerful Jinn   
Mary – Boss’s daughter                                                             Nuha – Leader of Deadly Trio     
Juno – Jakes big Boss and Mary’s Father                                Abla – sister of Nuha member of Deadly trio 
Jinn Council – Council of major Jinns                                       Fatin – sister of Nuha third member of trio
Yasmen – Gen’s mother                                                            Tyrin – neighbor of Nyrae’s parents
Hakiem, Doctor – the Jinn doctor (aka Hime)                         Aahil – one of the twin Jinn princes
Rasmir – Gen’s father                                                                Aalee – other twin Jinn prince
Rosalinda – Jake’s second Jinn – Once called Dreama          Amira – Jinn Princess sister of twins
Rashala – Gen’s niece and Jake’s 3rd Jinn – elite Jinn            Al-Mazhab – King of the Jinns
Tankena – evil brother of Rasmir                                               Qistina – Ex Queen of the Jinns, the Leader
Sheeka – former evil female Jinn Jake’s 4th Jinn                     Marie – Juno’s ex – wife
Akeesha – Sheeka’s twin sister                                                   Kasha – Marie’s powerful Jinn
Inger – Mary’s Jinn, Akeesha’s lover                                           Zahra – evil elite Jinn working with Marie
Qaseem – Jake and Sheeka’s baby                                            Tilda – Jake and Nyrae’s baby 

Zahra was smiling as she watched all three of the Deadly Trio twitch then convulse again. “I have half a mind to not stop ’til all three of you are whimpering like the bitches you are!”  Zahra almost screamed with glee.
 
Panting Nuha grimaced as she threw dagger looks at Zahra. “You (pant) are the only (pant) bitch here! You are the one (pant) that left us to (pant) die on the (pant) battlefield. I…”
 
A look of anger crossed Zahra’s face as she drew up next to Nuha making curios designs in the air. “Master Jake!” She said in Nuha’s ear forcefully.
 
Nuha growled as she pinched her arm, “I refuse you bitch!” Nuha almost shouted pinching her arm again.
 
“Uh, uh, uh, I think not,” Zahra then drew to Nuha’s ear again whispering. “Just think of how good Master Jake’s cock will feel buried so deep within you. Feel it throbbing, each pulse of his heart causing it to swell slightly in you. You want it to fill you over and over as he fills you again and again! Feel his seed as it shoots deep within you filling you to the point you can take no more!”
 
“NO! By the great Jinn! Fill me Master Jake deeper! Faster, take me I am yours! I have to have your seed filling me! Take me I will always submit to you. No one will EVER keep us apart!” Nuha was screaming as her body was convulsing harder than she ever remembered except for her time with Master Jake. Then just as suddenly her eyes glazed over.
 
Zahra look at Nuha’s sisters as they also were in the throes of their own overpowering orgasms. “We have to have him buried in us again!” They were shouting their bodies thrusting as the front of their clothes were starting to become saturated with their juices.
 
Zahra nodded as she saw that she had finally broken all three of their wills, though she had to keep an eye on Nuha. That one was by far stronger then she had first thought.
 
“I can help you have him again.” Zahra said as all three of the sister’s heads snapped around to stare at her.
 
“Please tell us!” Nuha begged her eyes now as glazed over as much as her sisters. “We will do anything!”
 
“That is good,” said another voice behind Zahra. “You have done extremely well Zahra,” Marie told her. “With all three of them going after him I can foresee nothing to stop him from becoming my slave! I will teach that dog of a man to take what is mine! Especially protecting that wimp of an ex-husband of mine! After I have all of his Jinns out of the way even the Jinn council will have to bow to me!”
 
“Mistress, they are very powerful,” Zahra told her.
 
“Yes I know, though with the great Jinn still imprisoned they shouldn’t be a worry to us now.” Marie said as she started to laugh.
 
An evil smile crossed Zahra’s features as she thought of the council doing her every whim. Then there was that bastard Master Jake for the embarrassment he’d caused her. She’d make him suffer the most after Marie finished with him! 

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“So tell me about this love magic,” Jake asked of Rasmir.
 
“It was as you humans say a double edge sword. The one who controls it can make any other fall in love with anyone else. They could also make the one that was the target of the controlled one fall hopelessly in love with whomever they wished. As protected as you are I’d say that the second choice would be that you would be attacked with.” Rasmir told Jake.
 
“Wait you said that the Great Jinn stopped it last time. With him released can’t he do the same thing?” A perplexed Jake asked.
 
“Normally yes, though with him being imprisoned as long as he was he needs more time out. Though powerful, it will take a bit of time for him to completely repower himself.” Rasmir explained.
 
Jake had been nodding as Rasmir talked, “so like all of the situations I have come up against I am screwed. Great! Just fucking great! I suppose that this is also in the legends?” Jake said a huge sigh escaping his lips.
 
Rasmir blushed slightly as he nodded, “Though it was only a passing note after the main part of you restoring the jinn race. Not much else was written down.”
 
Jake was again nodding it figured, and then he looked at Rasmir closer. He then realized that the man was keeping something to himself. “Alright out with it. I know when you are holding back, there’s something else, what?”
 
Ramir was shocked a moment thinking that he had kept it hidden as well as he thought he had. “I…” Rasmir started.
 
“Normally I’d have let it pass as I usually have some idea of what I am dealing with. Not so in this case, you though seem to have extensive knowledge of this. So either help me, or this is going to be over real damn quick,” Jake told Rasmir making the older Jinn cringe a moment.
 
Rasmir nodded his head bowed, “It has always been known that the Ever Last Master would have great love; for his Jinns and the Jinn people. What I heard was…”
 
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Nuha was still trying to fight whatever that bitch Zahra had done to her and her sisters. Barely shaking her head she felt her head clear then quickly slip back to where Zahra wanted it. They were all flying toward where that bastard man and his Jinns were! She could already feel the pull of him what’s worse it was stronger thanks to Zahra’s magic!
 
Against her will Nuha said, “He is near sisters! Soon we will be complete again when he fills each of us to overflowing!” Nuha started to fight harder as she saw the huge silly grins that were on her sister’s faces. Reaching down she pinched her arm repeatedly feeling the control slip finding her voice she started to weakly chant maybe she thought, maybe.
 
Jake was about to tell Rasmir and the council the plan he felt starting to form when he saw Rashala tense up. “What is it? What are you feeling?” Jake asked.
 
“The Deadly Trio!” The both said in unison.
 
Smirking Jake nodded, “Figures it almost falls along what I felt would happen next.”
 
A moment later both Gen and Rosalinda’s eyes open wide. “Master Jake something is wrong!” Gen said when she had looked at Rosalinda and nodded. “It is the Trio but they feel led or controlled!”
 
Jake turned to the council, “Go!” With that the entire council was gone in seconds. “Will you be able to keep them out?”
 
“I’m not sure Master Jake their power is far higher than I have ever felt,” Rashala said.
 
Suddenly Akeesha, Gen, Rosalinda, Rashala, and then Amira started to glow. “It is bad father,” came a combination of voices into one. “They have indeed been infected by the love magic. You are the only one that can resist and expunge the magic. Mothers do not fight them when they are here. Instead watch for the real enemy Zahra. Don’t be fooled by her father, she is in almost complete control, except for you.”
 
Jake nodded as he tensed up preparing for almost anything that the Trio might do. A few minutes later Nuha appeared with her sisters. Powering up she and her sisters were surprised when they met no opposition. 
 
Between clenched teeth Nuha said in a whisper, “I detest you and your nothing but good attitude. I would as soon die in the worst pain there is than align with you; though in this case we have a common enemy. The magic she uses is far too strong…” Here Nuha started to pinch her arms rapidly. “She is coming I can only hold her off so long. Beware she wishes us to bed you then kill all of us in the throes of passion.”

Jake nodded as he looked to where he’d last seen all his Jinns. Appearing in a flourish Zahra’s smile faded as she saw that Nuha was once again resisting her. The little whore! How dare she resist her! Making several strange figures in the air, Nuha screamed as she hit herself in the mouth!

Zahra’s face twisted into a mask of hate as she felt Nuha slip further and further out of her control. Then suddenly she felt the huge pull of the man. Groaning she hit her own face. “You will not gain control over me again you bastard!”
 
Jake smiled so that was how she had resisted the last time. Zahra was about to make more signs in the air when she felt both of her arms held. Then she suddenly felt as if she wanted, no she Had to disrobe for master Jake! Biting her lip ’til it bled she managed to wrench her arms away from Jake. “You’ve lost Zahra! Give up before you are destroyed!”
 
“Never!” Zahra spit out like venom. “I shall never be shamed again beneath a male! All males will bow to me or they will all die I…”
 
“We were lied to you self important bitch!” Jake heard another voice issue from Zahra’s mouth. “Let me show you how it should be, as it can be!” Zahra started to convulse thrusting her pelvis hard toward Jake. 
 
“No you pathetic whore! I will never debase myself to another male as long as I…” Zahra said then was quiet as Al-Mazhab Appeared.
 
“I see that you are still holding that against me.” Al-Mazhab said. “As you held to your vows so did I. I couldn’t no matter how beautiful I found you.”
 
Zahra stopped stock still her mouth hanging open as she could only stare at Al-Mazhab. “Yo… yo…you found me beautiful? Why didn’t you tell me? I would have waited an eternity for you!”
 
Shaking his head sadly Al-Mazhab looked into her eyes. “Would it have really made a difference? Had I told you I know you would have stopped at nothing to rid our dimension of Qistina. No, this would have completely destroyed the dimension perhaps the Jinn race. As did you, I also had a duty, one I could not forego.”
 
“Duty!” Zahra spit out like something bad. “It was your duty to make me happy! I was the highest elite of the palace! You knew that I would react this way yet you still remained quiet! I should have killed you back then, An oversight I won’t make again!”
 
Zahra’s eyes started to glow red as her mouth drew tight. Powering up more she started to fire at the king with ever increasing bolts of fire and lightening.
 
“Zahra stop this you are far outnumbered! Do not throw your life away for a worthless human for nothing!”  Al-Mazhab shouted at her.
 
“Nothing! You were my world, the universe to me! Don’t you EVER tell me that my love for you was nothing! I will destroy you along with every male there is in both dimensions! Once they are gone all females will be free to be the superior beings they are!” Zahra screamed when she saw that her attacks weren’t getting through.
 
Turning to the struggling Trio she shouted, “come!” Then she was astounded when she saw all three of them hesitate. Making several signs she again shouted, “come!” This time all three faded. “All of you are dead! I will kill all of you!”
 
As she also started to fade a huge bolt of energy hit her shield crushing it, then hitting her. “You WILL NOT hurt OUR master!” Several voices said as Zahra screamed a shrill sound as the bolt burned her beyond recognition.
 
“You all will pay for this with your pitiful lives! No one hurts the great Zahra and lives!” Zahra was saying through severely burnt lips.
 
All of Jakes Jinns appeared a moment later, “Master please don’t put your life in such peril again! It took all I could not to fire upon her.” Rashala said as they all were checking every inch of Jake to see if he was ok.
 
“Thank the great Jinn,” Jake heard Sheeka say a few minutes later.
 
“Father,” a young male voice spoke to Jake. “That was a very risky thing you did. Please father, you make all of us worry so for you.”
 
Jake nodded as he turned to Al-Mazhab, “I thank you for being here sir.” Jake said as he bowed to the Jinn King. 
 
Several gasps sounded as Al-Mazhab returned the favor bowing to Jake. “I was more than happy to help Master Jake. I had thought that she had moved past this. As with Qistina I was wrong. Now I can see that I should have done more than banish her.”
 
Jake patted the big man on the back, “We all make mistakes. As I have started to learn it is what we do and learn from those mistakes that define who we are.” Al-Mazhab’s eyes went large as he thought that Jake might blame him somewhat for this current situation.
 
Bowing low to the floor Jake could see that the king had slight tears in his eyes. “You are far kinder and wiser than I had thought you were at first Master Jake.” Turning to his daughter Amira he nodded as he gently touched her stomach. “This one will make a great ruler one day.”
 
Amira’s eyes also went wide as pride started to show on her face. “Thank you father. I hope so also.”

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What was left of Zahra appeared next to Marie startling the older woman. Dropping to the floor with a thud Zahra was in more pain than she ever remembered being in for the last five thousand years!
 
Marie arose from her chair looking at the lump of flesh that was Zahra. “You didn’t follow the plan as I told you to do!” Marie yelled. I told you to watch ’til they had him reduced to a willing piece of meat!” A groan from Zahra only made Marie madder. “Get the hell up, heal yourself! Disobey me again I might let you stay like this far longer!”
 
The Deadly trio was still struggling to get free of the love magic Zahra had used on them. “They disobeyed…” Zahra started.
 
“Oh?” Marie said as she walked to the Trio her ire rising. “MASTER JAKE!” Marie yelled at the top of her voice.
 
“NO!” All three of the trio screamed as they all fell to the floor their hands within their sex; each trying to relieve the growing, burning need within their vaginas. “Disobey again; this will go on for an extended time. None of you will orgasm ’til I tell you.” Whirling Marie got close to all three, “am I understood!?”
 
Nuha growled as she tried to again to break free. “I will not…”
 
“Then you will not ever have Master Jake again!” Marie said as Nuha drew a ragged breath. “I will let you die from your deep need for him I will never let you go to him again!” Marie smiled an evil smile as she whispered the words Master Jake to Nuha ’til she fell to the floor screaming. “You are not allowed to orgasm! Obey me!” Leaning down Marie stated Master Jake again four times causing Nuha to scream louder convulsing then she was unconscious.
 
Looking at Nuha’s sisters as they convulsed she grinned again, then turning to Zahra, Marie saw that the Jinn was half healed. “As soon as you are healed I want you to start on the leader again I will not tolerate her disobeying again. I have already ordered her that she will die, never allowed to orgasm again.”
 
Zahra’s half healed face smiled a wicked smile not being able to orgasm WAS a death sentence to a Jinn like her! Nodding her head she had to admit Marie had been right in all the plans she had made recently.

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Jake had just sat down when Mary, Juno, and Nyrae appeared with her and Jake’s baby girl. “Hello father.” The baby girl said. “We know that you are busy so we won’t take long.”
 
Jake nodded, “You both want a name for you.” Jake told the girl and her mother.
 
“Yes, any name you give will be cherished father.” The little girl said.
 
“I have been thinking as I did with Qaseem.” Jake started. “I think that a Jinn name would be better for all of my Jinn children.” Turning to look at the baby in Nyrae’s arms he smiled. “I have seen the name Tilda all day.”
 
A wide smile broke out on Nyrae’s face, “A beautiful name Master Jake!”
 
“Yes, thank you father, like Qaseem I will wear it with great pride!” Baby Tilda replied.
 
Jake nodded his head as he sighed if only everything was that easy!


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