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I had just turned 13. For a little more than two years, I had been giving my brother blowjobs. I now did it willingly. There was no use in fighting it. My guess is I had given him around 500 blowjobs. It seemed like every other day I was sucking his dick and swallowing his cum. The number could be higher because sometimes I would do it more then once in a day.
And I had become very good at it. I knew my way around a cock. I guess practice does make perfect. I knew all of the places that were extremely senstive. And I knew how to work my hand in unison with my mouth to make the blowjob amazing. I’ll be honest. I had begun to enjoy sucking cock and really enjoyed the taste of cum.
But it had been blowjobs only. I guess there was some taboo where my brother would not do anything else. Imagine that, a child molester with morals. Although not much for morals.
By this time, my brother had already signed up to go into the Air Force. He was leaving in two weeks. I was happy that I would not wake up with a dick in my face on a regular basis. But I was sad that I would not have a cock squirting cum into my mouth.
That night, I woke up to some voices in my bedroom. When I opened my eyes, my brother had his long dick right in my face. Without missing a beat, I opened my mouth and let him fuck my face as I lay there. It was another way I had regularly sucked his cock.
As he stroked his cock in my mouth I heard him say, “See, I told you he sucked like a pro. He gives better blowjobs than any girl.”
I was scared when I heard him talking to someone. As I glanced up, I could see his friends Brett and John. I tried to pull away, but my brother grabbed the back of my head and shoved his cock close to the back of my throat. He told me, “There are several guys here. You will get them all off. Do you understand?”
I just shook my head as much as I could with a dick buried in my mouth.
I did not gag on his cock because that many blowjobs help you lose the gag reflex.
It was obvious that my brother had been at a party and was wasted, along with his friends. My brother stroked my mouth a couple of times and then pulled his cock out. He said, “Next.”
Brett pulled out his cock and put it by my face. I was turned on at the sight of another cock, I had only seen two hard cocks. My brother’s and mine. Brett’s was not as long as my brother’s, but it was bigger around.
Brett put the head in, then started slamming his cock in my mouth. He was fucking my mouth like a teenage boy fucking a teenage pussy. It only took a couple of minutes before I felt his head swell and I knew he was about to cum in my mouth. I couldn’t wait to taste someone else’s cum. But Brett had more control than I expected. It seemed he pulled his cock out just in time. I heard him whisper something to my brother as John put his dick in my mouth.
John’s dick was about the same size as mine. Not very big or long, but not too small either. He was more gentle. He slow-strokeded my mouth. It was a very nice face-fucking.
As he was stroking his cock in my mouth I heard Brett come out of the bathroom. My brother said, “Be careful. It could hurt.”
I felt the covers pulled off my body and some liquid was poured in my crack. I was on my stomach and was about to roll over when Brett Jumped on top of me with his face behind mine and said, “Don’t move and I will be gentle.”
I was scared. I had thought about a dick in my ass, but had not ever done it. My brother would only stick his dick in my mouth, not my ass. JOhn was still beside me, stroking his dick in and out of my mouth when I felt Brett guide his dick toward the crack of my lubed up ass. As he put presure on my asshole he said, “Just relax. It will hurt a little at first, but you will start to enjoy it.
The head of his cock pressed open my sphincter muscles. I tried to clench my butt cheeks because I felt like my asshole was burning. He stopped his pushing for a moment and said, “Just give it a second.” When I relaxed he started slowly pushing his cock the rest of the way into my ass. After a couple of seconds, i could feel his full weight on me and knew his cock was buried deep in my ass.
“See, its not so bad,” he said. And he started stroking my asshole gently. The first cock in my ass. I’ll never forget it. The burning subsided quickly and the feeling of a cock in my ass was amazing. It was such a ‘full’ feeling. When his cock passed certain place in my ass I felt a shot of pleasure every time. I later found out he was massaging my prostate as his cock moved.
As I started enjoying it, I would lift my hips to meet his thrusts. This encouraged him to fuck me harder. He really started pounding my ass and it really started to feel good. I didn’t realize it,but sounds started coming out of my mouth around John’s dick.
Every time he stroked. Um…um…um…um…um.
I felt his cock swell and slam deep in my ass. The first load of cum in my ass. It was great. I could feel the warmth of his cum draining in my ass. He only shuddered as he squirted over and over into my ass.
When he pulled out. my asshole felt open and airy. I could feel a little of his cum running from my ass toward my balls.
John pulled out of my mouth and moved to fuck my ass. I heard Brett say, “I’ll go get the rest of them from the living room.”
JOhn told me to get on my knees. I willingly obliged. As he moved in behind me, my brother got in front of me so his dick could get sucked.
John’s dick slid in easily. He was not as big as Brett and my ass was ready. John slammed me slowly. He would pull almost all the way out slowly, then slam into me. I allowed his strokes to be the pace for my cocksucking. As he was fucking me, I heard other people come in. Voices were all around saying things like,
“Damn, look at him go.”
“I have never fucked a guy before.”
“It doesn’t matter, your cock will cum the same anyway.”
My brother could not take the slow pace anymore, so he grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. I knew he was about to cum. Finally, i was going to get to taste some cum. As he started shooting, he kept stroking. Load after load shot in my mouth. I gladly swallowed every drop.
This must have set John off because he let out a grunt and I felt that warm feeling inside my ass again. He pulled out and shot his last drop across my back.
It seemed almost instantly that someone else was in my ass and another guy laid on his back in front of my face. He said, “Work your magic. Your brother has told me about the skill you have with a dick.”
The first thing I noticed was the massive dick this guy had. It almost seemed deformed. My hand barely fit around it and my mouth stretched to accomodate his width. And he was also very long. It may not have been, but I thought it was twice as long as my six inch dick.
I worked that big dick as best I could. It was soon obvious I could only go down so far, so I adjusted how far I stroked my hand in time with my mouth.
The guy in my ass was definitely longer than anyone else. He seemed to not be as wide, but he was definitely hitting way back in my ass.
I sucked and was fucked for what seemed like 15 minutes when I heard them say, :”Switch.”
The guy in my ass moved around to my mouth and the big dicked guy moved in behind me. I was scared to taste my ass on the guys dick, but I did not have much choice as he immediatley put his dick in my mouth. I was surprised. there was a slight copper type taste, but the taste of mixed cum overpowered it. And He was as long as I expected. He slammed his dick to the back of my throat and there was another inch or two left.
The guy behind me started pushing in. i felt that burning feeling again. He said, “Look everybody, the heads in.” It was like he was showing off. He continued his pushing and I felt like I was being ripped in two. He said, “That’s it. That is as far as it will go. Too bad, I still have a few inches left.”
I knew I could not take anymore. He let his cock rest inside me for about a minute. What had turned into a slight pain switched to pleasure as I felt my ass being stretched to the limit. He would flex his cock every few seconds and the feeling was amazing.
The guy in my mouth pulled out and said, “Open your mouth.” He stroked his cock and started shooting at my mouth. Most of it made it in my mouth, but some shot close to my eye and I had some on my chin.
The guy behind me started to work his dick in and out. When he pulled out it seemed like it took a long time. When he pushed back in it took a while as well. As another guy started fucking my face, the guy behind me said, “Let me show you what I learned in juvenile hall.” As he stroked my ass with his cock. he reached around my hip and started stroking my cock with his hand.
I was amazing. My hard cock getting stroked while my mouth and ass were full of dick. It was about a minute when I felt my the cum boiling up in my dick. My ass must have told the guy behind me something because he said, “Yea, that’s it.” And he picked up the pace of his fucking and his stroking. My head dropped off the cock in front of me as my head hit the bed. I felt like a porno whore. (Yes I had seen porn). I screamed, “FUCK MY ASS. FUCK MY ASS. AHHHH. OH. OH. OH. UHHHHHHH.”
With that my cock let loose a huge spurts of cum. It never seemed to stop. I could feel it hitting the bed and splashing up and some of it hit my legs. My head was in a daze when I felt cum splashing on the side of my face and back of my head from the guy I had been sucking.
The guy fucking my ass pulled out of me and rolled me over on my back. Yes, i had cum a lot. I laid right in a huge puddle of my own cum. He threw my legs back just like I had seen in the porn movies and put his dick right back in my ass. He had amazing control as he fucked me with his giant cock while four other guys took turns cumming in my mouth. I was amazed how different cum tasted differently. It was like a treat everytime another guy came in my mouth. Some guys cum was thick, others were very watery. Some guys came in buckets, others came a couple of drops. Some was salty, some had almost no taste at all.
After the fourth guy came in my mouth. The guy in my ass slammed me twice and pulled his cock out just as he shot his load. Even though he was between my legs, a couple of shots hit my face with one right in the eye. He had let a lot of cum built up because my stomach was covered with streaks of cum.
The night continued on for another two hours like this with a lot of the guys having seconds and thirds. That is the advantage of a teenager, they can get it up several times and most of them did.
My brother left for the Air force, but several of the guys from that night would meet up with me when their girlfriends would not put out or when they were just horny. Lose one, gain some.

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Chapter 22
I stayed on the sofa composing myself for a few minutes, pulled my clothing back on and headed for the shower again. After a nice long shower, I walked back down the hall and heard the shower on in the second bathroom. I walked into the great room, but it was empty. I figured both ladies were in the shower at once, so I headed back to my bedroom. I pulled back the comforter and sheets and slipped into bed. I was laying there with my eyes closed when I felt someone climb in next to me. I looked over and both Jen and Tiff had gotten into bed with me. Jen leaned over, close to my ear, reaching for my cock.
“I hope you’re not done with us.”, she whispered softly.
I have to say that sex with two women at once was probably the most erotic and intense sexual situation, I had ever been in. But, as good as it was, I felt somewhat strange. I’m not sure if it was guilt I felt for fucking Tiff in front of Jen. Or perhaps, it was watching Jen enjoy herself with Tiffany. I couldn’t decide what exactly was wrong, but it definitely bothered me. I knew I was falling in love with Jen and somehow this, perhaps tarnished what I was feeling. By the time I had finished showering I felt guilty as hell. I turned slightly to face Jen.
“You sure about this sweetie ?”, I asked.
“Yes, why is something wrong ?”, she replied.
“No, I’m just asking.”, I responded, “I just don’t want us to be awkward with each other after tonight.”
“Everything will be fine.”, she answered.
Jen leaned over me and put her mouth on mine kissing me softly. I pulled her close to me, responding to her lips with mine. She slid her tongue between my lips and reached for mine. I felt Tiffany moving in the bed and soon she was between my legs, both hands on my cock. Jen released me and continued kissing me, as Tiffany warm wet mouth surrounded my cock. In no time, she had me rock hard again, as she softly licked and sucked my cock back to life. The feeling of her small mouth was incredible, almost mesmerizing, she really knew how to please a man. At that time I really wondered why she had no boyfriend. Strange thing to think while your in bed with two women, but it crossed my mine. I knew this time, I would be able to last longer, so I was not concerned. Jen’s lips left mine, slowly moving down my body, until I felt a second mouth on my cock. I looked down and both ladies had my cock trapped between their mouth’s, moving up and down my shaft. The feeling was indescribable to say the least. They continued for a few moments, then Tiffany leaned over to kiss Jen. Their lips met in a very sensual kiss, their tongue’s probing in and out of each other’s mouth.
Jen broke the kiss, smiling at her friend, reached over and took her hand. She guided Tiffany on her back, laying the tiny woman next to me. She slowly lowered herself down Tiff’s body, until her lips met Tiff’s small, tight pussy. Tiff arched her back in appreciation as Jen’s tongue entered her. Tiff reached up and pulled my face to hers, kissing me firmly on the lips. Her tongue quickly separated my lips and plunged into my mouth. I reached over and softly began to stroke her breasts, every now and then gently squeezing one. By this time Jen’s tongue was having quite the effect on her friend. I could tell Tiff was close. I pulled away from her and looked down at Jen to see that she was alternately licking and sucking Tiff’s clit with her lips and tongue. She was completely oblivious to anything else going on around her. As I watched her, I have to say, I felt a twinge of jealously. I don’t know if I was thinking she was too much into this or what it was. I didn’t have time to really dwell on it because Tiff erupted in orgasm.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Jen, dammit.”, Tiff screamed.
Tiff’s hips came up off the bed pressing into Jen’s mouth. Jen reached under her, grabbing her ass with both hand’s and pulling her tightly into her lips. Tiff bucked and squirmed against Jen’s mouth continuing to moan in a very loud tone. It took maybe twenty seconds before Tiffany, pushed Jen’s mouth off of her pussy.
“Geez girl, stop for a second, it tickles.”, she giggled.
Jen lifted her face from between her friends legs and I could see it was completely coated in Tiff’s cum. Jen ran her tongue along her lips tasting what was left of her friend’s orgasm. Tiff sat up and pulled Jen close to her kissing her deeply. I could see Tiff’s tongue licking Jen’s lips, tasting her own cum at the same time. They kissed for quite some time until Tiff, turned over and rolled Jen onto her back. She grabbed my hand pulling me towards Jen.
“Fuck her pussy Jeff, make her cum.”, Tiff said in a husky voice.
I climbed between Jen’s legs and guided my cock into her dripping wet slit. I slid in as easy as a knife cuts warm butter. Never have I been inside Jen when she was this wet. I started to move in and out of her in a slow but steady pace, making sure I pressed hard against her mound on the down stroke. Tiff moved from behind me, and got on one side of Jen. She lowered her mouth to Jen’s pussy, using two fingers to open her up and expose her clit. Tiff then extended her tongue and began to flick Jen’s clit as my cock pumped in and out of her. It took maybe a half of minute and Jen erupted in a violent orgasm. I buried my cock deep into her pussy and pressed as hard as I could. Her body convulsed and I felt the walls of her pussy contracting against my cock. Wave after wave of pleasure shot through her body, filling her pussy with fluids, which now had begun to leak down her ass.
Tiff moved her mouth off of Jen’s clit and looked up at me.
“Fuck her Jeff, fuck that pussy till you cum.”, she urged.
I began to pump my cock into Jen’s soaked pussy. Jen was exhausted, her eyes closed, coming off of a mind numbing orgasm. It did not take long for me to feel my balls tighten up and move up into my body. I knew I was going to cum soon. Tiff got up, and pressed her lips to mine in a very hungry kiss driving her tongue into my mouth. She probed it for a few seconds, then broke the kiss, staring into my eyes.
“I want you to cum in my mouth, when you’re ready pull out.”, she whispered.
She leaned back down intently watching my cock piston in and out of her best friends pussy. It took only a few seconds for me to lose control. I reached down, grabbed my cock and pulled out of Jen’s pussy. Before Tiff could get my cock completely in her mouth, the first stream of cum shot out coating her lips, dripping down onto Jen’s stomach. The second spurt hit the back of Tiff’s throat as she swallowed with quick motion. She moved her lips up to the end of my cock and began to lick the head as cum continued to pour out, falling all over Jen. Tiff reached up and grabbed my cock in her hand and began to pump it rapidly, milking what was left of my cum into her mouth. The orgasm was intense, leaving my thigh’s trembling trying to support my weight. Finally I had to push away, sitting down for a second, to catch my breathe.
I looked at Jen who was now fingering her pussy intensely. Tiff was leaning over her, licking my cum off of Jen’s stomach. Tiff’s hand was buried in her own pussy as well, frantically rubbing herself. When Tiff had completely cleaned Jen of all of my cum, she moved up and pressed her lips to her friend’s mouth. It took only a few seconds and once again Jen’s body began to shake and tremble in another orgasm. Tiff followed her quickly and she began to spasm on her own finger’s as she drove her tongue into Jen’s mouth. They shook and moaned together as the orgasm’s subsided and their breathing became more normal. They finally broke their kiss and Tiff looked at Jen.
“I think we need another shower.”, she giggled.
The ladies got out of the bed and went into the master bathroom, turning on the shower, grabbing two towels. I watched them step into the shower and close the glass door. Through the door, I could see the ladies soaping each other lovingly, enjoying the hot water and each other. I saw Tiff lean in and kiss Jen, pulling her close. The kiss lasted a very long time and I remember once again feeling very jealous. As they broke the kiss, I saw Tiff slide down Jen’s body until she was kneeling in front of her friend. I watch Tiff take Jen’s pussy in her mouth again and begin to pleasure her. I am not sure what happened after that, as I must have fallen asleep.
I opened my eyes quickly sensing something was not normal. The room was pitch black and my eyes struggled to adjust to the blackness. I heard faint sounds from over my shoulder, not quite sure of what they were. It took a second for me to realize what had happened and remember that I was not alone in the bed. Just as I was about to close my eyes again, I heard Jen’s soft voice behind my back.
“I love you.”, she whispered.
I swallowed hard, closed my eye’s as a warm feeling swept across my body. Finally, the words I had been waiting to hear, it was real. I opened my eyes, but before I could roll over to face her, acknowledge those same feelings to her, the silence was broken.
“I love you too Jen.”, Tiff replied in a soft sensual voice, “I love you so much it hurts.”
I froze, holding my breathe not wanting either of them to know I was awake. I laid there perfectly still, not moving a muscle. My stomach suddenly felt in was in an elevator going down, giving me an uneasy feeling. Was this simply a result of what had happened tonight or was it something more ? I once again heard noises and it took a few seconds for me to realize they were kissing each other again. I had no clue as to what to do, so I just laid there, motionless. For the next half hour I guess, I listen to these two beautiful women eat each other pussy’s to orgasm, all the while expressing their feelings to each other. I felt horrible. All Jen and I had shared and not once had she ever expressed her love for me. Of course, I had never uttered those words to her either, but still it hurt like hell. I’m not sure how long I laid there before I fell back to sleep, it seemed like an eternity.
I opened my eyes, to light flooding the room, blinking quickly to dull the absorption. I looked at the clock on the night stand, it was nine -twenty in the morning. I rolled over and saw I was alone in bed. I slowly got up and headed into the main part of the house. I entered the great room, but it was empty as well. I walked into the kitchen to see Jen and Tiff sitting at the table drinking coffee.
“Hey sleepy head, good morning.”, Jen said, “How did you sleep ?”
“Good, I guess.”, I replied lying to them, “Was I asleep when you got out of the shower ?”
“Yea, you were.”, Jen replied, “We fell asleep right way as well, we were exhausted.”
This was the first time Jen had ever been untruthful to me, at least that I knew of. Maybe I was reading more into this then I should be. After all, how many guys actually complain when their wife or girlfriend wants a three way. Most guys dream of it their entire life, never ever getting to experience it for themselves. I decided to down play the entire night and just see where we went from here. I grabbed a cup of coffee and sat down at the table with them.
The rest of the day was really uneventful, just relaxing, watching TV. Then was no more physical contact between any of us, which I found kind of surprising after what we had shared the night before. Late that afternoon, Tiffany called her neighbor, who informed her that the gas line had just been repaired and the building was back to normal. I went to the back changed into jeans and a shirt, loaded Tiff’s bag in the trunk and we all left to bring Tiff home.
We dropped Tiff off at her building about thirty minutes later. I open the trunk, grabbed her bag and handed it to her. She kissed me quickly on the lips and thanked me for being so nice. She waved to Jen telling her she would see her in the morning at work. I got back in the car and pulled out heading for Jen’s. We drove for about five minutes in silence, the mood was very awkward.
“So, you have a busy week ahead ?”, I finally asked Jen.
“Yea, it going to be a killer. Not looking forward to it.”, she replied.
She went on to tell me she was opening a new case Monday, in addition to having one not yet conclude, then she had to prep for two more. We agreed to try and talk as much as we could by phone during the week. I pulled up to Jen’s and parked in the lot. I got out and walked around to open her door. She got out and put her arms around me, kissing me softly on the lips.
“Thank you for being you.”, she said softly.
I struggled to find words. I wanted to say it, the words choked in my throat. My mind was demanding that my lips tell her “I Love You”, but somehow the words did not come out. She once again, told me she would call me soon, turned and entered her building. I got in the car, pulled out the lot and fought every urge I had to pick up the cell phone and call her right way. As great as the sex had been last night, emotionally I felt destroyed. I had no way of processing just what had happened and how it all affected Jen and I. I arrived home, pulled in the drive and went in. I grabbed a quick bite to eat, showered and got into bed. In the dark, I laid there just thinking, trying to make sense of it all. One thing was for sure, I was sure I did not want to share Jen again with anyone. I knew that perhaps was very selfish on my part, but it’s how I felt. I close my eye’s and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter 23
The work week started much as any other, cleaning up the previous week’s mess. Soon it was mid-week and I had still not heard from Jen. I called her office, Tiffany answered telling me she was in a meeting and was really busy. I left a message for Jen to call me when she got a chance. Later that night, Jen called me at home. She told me she had just gotten home after a long day in court. She did sound tired, so I decided to cut it short. I told her I would call her Friday to see about the weekend. I told her, I wanted to take her somewhere special, just the two of us. She replied that sounded good to her and we would talk later.
I had no sooner hung the phone , when it rang again. I grabbed it quickly, thinking Jen may have changed her mind. It was Beth.
“Hey Jeff, how are you ?”, she said softly.
“I’m ok Beth, what’s up with you ?”, I replied.
“Jeff, I need to talk to you. Just you and I, one on one, no interruptions.”, she stated.
I started to make excuses, the last thing I needed right now was more drama in my life. I added that things were really crazy right now and I might not be the best person for her to confide in.
“Please Jeff, if you care for me at all, do this, please.”, she pleaded.
What could I say, I was trapped. After all she was family, and really we had to get this settled. I agreed that we would meet the following Friday night at my house. It was over a week away and I had a plan. I was going to tell Jen that I loved her, that I wanted us to be a permanent thing, whatever that took. That would take care of both situations and by the time I met Beth next week, Jen and I would be a couple for good.
The weekend arrived quickly and I was so looking forward to meeting with Jennifer. I called her Friday night but she was still at work. She told me she would be getting home at about nine o’clock, if all went well. I asked her if she had eaten, offering to bring her dinner. She told me she would fix a frozen dinner when she got home, she didn’t have time to eat. She told me she was staying late tonight to avoid going in on Saturday. She promised she would call me in the morning as soon as she got up.
I hung up the phone and looked at the clock, it was seven thirty. I thought to myself, if Jen got home at nine o’clock and was off tomorrow, why not grab a late dinner and surprise her ? I jumped up, showered and dressed. I called in a take out order at one of Jen’s favorite sandwich shops, deciding to surprise her. I picked up the order and drove to Jen’s condo arriving there about quarter till nine. I saw Jen’s parking spot was still empty, she had not arrived yet. I sat in the parking lot for about an hour waiting for her. At a little after ten o’clock, I started up the car and pulled out of the lot. As I did, I suddenly got a feeling, and turned the other way. As I drove in the other direction, I really hoped I was wrong. A few minutes later, as I pulled into Tiff’s parking lot, my heart sank. Jen’s car was parked next to Tiff’s, they were together. I turned the car off and thought for a moment, not sure of what to do. After a few moments, I reached down, started the car and pulled out, heading home.
I woke the next morning to a dull, overcast sky threatening rain. I waited a few hours and called Jen to try to make plans for later. She answered in a sleepy voice. I asked her how her night went, did she get her work done ? She told me yes, she had finished and gotten home about nine thirty and went straight to bed. I didn’t let on I knew better, I was going to wait till tonight to lay all my cards on the table. We made plans to go to a nice restaurant that night and enjoy a quiet evening.
I picked Jen up about seven and we drove to the restaurant. All day long I had been trying to come up with my “speech” so to speak. How to say it, when to say it. I had rewritten it in my head a thousand times, I would probably do so a few more before I got it out.
I asked the hostess to seat us in a quiet booth so we would not be distracted by patrons coming and going. She seated us near the rear of the restaurant, in a very private booth. We both slid in across from each other and picked up our menu’s. A few moments passed, and our waiter approached. He took our orders, picked up the menu’s and told us it would be about twenty minutes for our food to arrive. Perfect, it’s now or never.
“Jen, there’s something I have been meaning to talk to you about.”, I said softly, reaching over and touching her hand.
“Yea, me too.”, she replied looking into my eyes.
“Oh, well, you want to go first ?”, I asked, surprised.
“No, you go ahead Jeff.”, she answered.
I thought one last time, making sure I knew what I was going to say.
“Jen, these past few month’s I have spent with you have been special. After I lost Susan, I thought that part of my life was over. But then you came along and things got a lot better.”, I started.
“I have been wanting to tell you something now for over a month, but never could find the right time, or the right words.”, I continued.
“Jen, I think I am in love with you. I would really like for us to be a permanent thing in each other’s lives, if you feel the same way.”, I ended.
It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted from my shoulders. I looked at Jen trying to get an idea of her reaction to the words I had just spoken. She had brought her hands up to her face and I could see water filling her eyes as she looked down at her napkin. I knew with Susan, crying at an emotional moment was usually a good thing. It seemed like forever before Jen lowered her hands to speak.
“Jeff, I don’t know what to say, I’m trying to think.”, she replied.
Well that was not the reaction I was hoping for, but sometimes ladies take the long road to get where they are going. I squeezed her hand gently, as I watched a tear roll down her cheek.
“Jen, did I say something wrong ?”, I asked, “If I did, I am sorry.”
“No Jeff, you did not say anything wrong, it’s not that.”, she answered.
“It’s ok Jen, just tell me how you feel, I will understand.”, I promised.
She swallowed hard looking down again at her napkin, more tears rolling down her cheeks. She looked up at me with those beautiful eyes that I loved to look into.
“Jeff, I am in love too.”, she said softly.
Once again, I squeezed her hand softly and smiled at her. I felt a warm feeling spreading over me as I waited for more.
“Jeff, I’m so sorry, I have fallen in love with Tiffany.”, she said between sobs.
She must have felt my hand relax on hers, as the news hit me like a heavyweight fighters punch to the stomach. I think she saw the sadness wash over my face, my shoulders sag to the weight of her words.
“Jeff, I am so sorry, you deserve so much more. I never meant this to happen. It just did.”, she said softly.
There was just silence as I saw the waiter approaching with our order. He set our food down in front of us, ask us if we needed anything else. I simply shook my head no, he turned and walked away.
“Jen, its ok, I understand, love is a strange thing, it just happens.” I started, “But can I ask you something ?”
“Of course you can.”, she answered.
“When did you realize you were in love with Tiffany ?”, I asked, “Was it the first night we were all together at my house ?”
“No Jeff, it was before that.”, she answered. “That was just the first time Tiffany and I had any physical contact. The sparks have been there for a long time. We just both knew it for sure that night.”
“Yes, I know. I heard you tell Tiff you loved her that night in bed.”, I replied.
Jen reached up with her hands covering her face in horror.
“Oh My God, you heard us Jeff ? I am so sorry, I feel terrible.”, she replied.
She went on to explain that she had a crush on Tiffany almost as soon as the small woman began working for her. At the time Tiffany had a boyfriend, so Jen did not give a thought. Then she met me and she thought maybe she was wrong. But her feelings proved to be too strong. She kept apologizing to me over and over.
“Jen, it’s ok sweetie. I understand, just be happy. That’s all that matters in life.”
We quietly finished dinner and made our exit to the parking lot. I knew that we both felt terrible, so continuing the night made absolutely no sense for either of us. I pulled out of the parking lot and headed back to Jen’s. She realized where we were going and said nothing. As I pulled into her space, the silence in the car was deafening. I reached over and took her soft hand in mine.
“It’s ok Jen, really. I hope you are happy. I care a lot about you, I want that for you.”, I told her.
“Jeff, please stay here for a moment. I will be right back.”, she asked climbing out quickly.
She went into the building and was gone maybe five minutes when she re-emerged with Tiffany at her side. I looked around, I did not see Tiffany’s car anywhere. They both walked up to the driver’s side window and Jen motioned for me to step out, which I did. Jen reached up and put her arms around my neck and buried her face in my chest sobbing.
“Jen, told me what happened Jeff. You’re quite a man.”, Tiff said softly.
“Not really Tiff. But I want her to be happy. Life is too short to be anything other. I know from experience.”, I replied.
As soon as Jen released me, Tiff came over and gave me her own hug and kissed my neck. She broke away and looked up at me.
“Jeff, we talked for a minute before we came down. Would you spend the night with us here. Let us be as kind to you, as you were to us tonight. We both want to do this for you. Please.”, she asked.
I have to say, I seriously thought about it for a moment. Another night of wild passionate sex with two gorgeous women who were solely intent on my pleasure. But no matter how great that sounded, it would not help any of us.
“Thank you so much. But I think I will leave you two alone.”, I replied.
“You sure Jeff ?”, Jennifer asked.
Yea, I’m sure.”
I wished the two of them goodnight, but made sure they understood to keep in touch with me. I still wanted Jennifer to know, I was there as a friend if she would need one. I got into my car and took a very long and lonely ride home.
I dreaded Mondays, but this one was really bad. I was starting a week with absolutely nothing to look forward to, this weekend, I would not spend with Jennifer. I trudged through the day at work, several people asking me if I was alright. I guess you could tell, I was somewhat not my normal self. On the ride home my cell phone rang, I looked at the number, saw it was Jen. I answered quickly. She told me she just called to make sure I was ok, once again telling me how badly she felt about what had happened. I reassured her as best I could, once again wishing her happiness. Then she brought up something I had not thought of. How was she going to explain this to her parents, and my mother in law ? She confided in me she really was not prepared to tell her parents she was in love with another woman. We discussed it for a few moments, after which I told Jen to tell everyone, I was the one who decided that we stop seeing each other so much. That I was just not ready and I still missed Susan too much to get serious with anyone. Jennifer replied that would not be fair of me to take the blame, when it was her fault this happened. I assured her this was the only way we could explain it, but not let on about her relationship with Tiffany. After some thought, we agreed.
It was mid-week when I got the call I had been expecting. It was my mother-in-law. After a brief hello, she got right to the point.
“Jeff, what happened with you and Jennifer ?”, she asked, “She told her mother your not seeing each other anymore.”
“Yea Mom, that’s true.”, I replied, “I just wasn’t ready.”
“That’s not true Jeff. I know better, just what happened ? Jen’s mother is really upset, she really likes you.”, she demanded.
I didn’t know what to say and not give Jen away which I had no intention of doing.
“Mom, it’s me, I still miss Susan. No one can replace her.”, I lied.
“Jeff, I will find out what happened, so you might as well tell me.”, she continued.
“Mom, that’s all there is. I’m sorry, I really care for Jen, I wish it would have worked out.”, I answered.
“I know you care for her, that’s why I know something more happened.”, she stated.
I thanked my mother-in-law for her concern, but again told her I had made the decision to break it off with Jen. We talked for a few more seconds then hung up. I got home, took a shower and dropped into my chair to watch TV. About an hour later Jennifer called and told me her mother had just gotten off the phone with her. She told me her mom had grilled her for over an hour about what had happened. I told Jen the conversation I had with my mother-in-law as well. Jen was scared that they would discover what was going on before she would be ready to tell them. I reassured her I would stick to my story and not let her down. She thanked me and we hung up. How in the hell, did all of this get to this point, I thought.
Beth called me at the office on Friday morning to make sure we were still on for later that night. I assured her I would be home and had nothing to do. She told me she would be there about seven, as Lance was leaving town for a long weekend of golfing in another state. I told her that would be fine. During the day, I gave it a lot of thought and decided since I was already feeling pretty low, I would put my relationship with Beth to rest as well. It was time to end it all.
I got home around six in the evening, jumped in the shower, got out and ordered a pizza. I had just sat down to eat, when the doorbell rang. I got up, answered the door, it was Beth. She stepped in, I closed the door behind her. We entered the great room.
“Want some pizza Beth ?”, I asked.
“Sounds good“, she said with a smile.
I went into the kitchen, got Beth a plate and a glass of iced tea and returned. We sat and ate, making small talk, both knowing what was to come.
“You seeing Jennifer this weekend ?”, Beth asked.
“No, I’m not.”, I answered, “We aren’t seeing each other right now.”
“What ?”, Beth exclaimed, “Jeff, what happened?”
I gave her the same lame duck excuse I gave her mother earlier in the week. Beth took it as well as my mother-in-law had, she knew better, but didn’t know how to get it out of me. I quickly changed the subject.
“So Beth, what did you want to talk about ?”, I asked.
“Jeff, I have decided what I want in life. I can’t be real explicit yet, but I wanted to tell you a few things.”, she said.
“I’m not sure you really trust me anymore, but I need to say this. I still have feelings for you. Not a day passes that your not in my mind. I want you to know that.”, she continued.
“I know I handled this whole thing badly and I am very sorry for hurting you. I don’t know what the future holds for me but I know I have a future. And very soon, it will be a reality.”, she ended.
For the second time in as many weeks, I had no idea what to say. I had no clue what she was talking about, or even much less how it pertained to me.
“Well Beth, I hope it all works out for you. I want you to be happy.” I answered.
I had been saying that a lot lately. I wanted everyone to be happy. But it seemed nothing was working out the way I intended it to. We talked for a while, then Beth got up, thanked me for listening and head for the door. She kissed me briefly, thanked me and told me she would call me soon.
Several weeks passed by and I heard nothing from anyone. I was falling back into my normal routine before all of this mess had started and was beginning to get comfortable. I was on the way home from work and passed in front of Beth’s. There was a U-Haul Truck in the drive way with the tail gate down. As I slowed down, I saw Lance walk down the ramp. He waved and motioned for me to stop. I lowered the window as he walked up.
“Hey brother-in-law.”, he said with a smile.
“Hey, Lance. What’s up ?”, I asked.
“Aw, nothing much. Beth kicked me out for good this time.”, he laughed.
“Oh man, I am sorry to hear that. What happened ?”, I inquired.
“Heck, I don’t know. I was being good this time. But I don’t blame her, she deserves way better then me. It’s been coming for a long time. We will both be happier doing our own thing.”, he answered.
He went on to tell me that they were drawing up final papers to sign and he would be leaving the state to move back closer to his family. He shook my hand and wished me well, saying he would keep in touch.
I drove home and pulled into the drive. I have said before, life can be cruel and relentless. Every time you think your one up, it has a way of beating you down. I was just so tired of thinking about everything and everyone, I was exhausted.
Over the next several weeks, life was almost normal. I had my routine down pat again and was beginning to feel like my old self. I had not heard from Jen in over a month, I hoped she was doing ok, but really did not want to call. I did not want her to think of me as a long lost puppy begging for a home. The holidays were right around the corner again, another year had passed.
I started Christmas shopping early in December and was finished the week before. I agreed to Christmas Dinner at my mother-in-law’s as usual and planned on spending the rest of the holidays relaxing. It was very cold out this year, very unusual for New Orleans. Three days before Christmas, I got a call from Beth.
“Hey Jeff, what’s up ?”, she said in a cheerful voice.
“Not much Beth, how are you ?”, I asked.
“I’m doing great, thanks.”, she replied.
We went on to talk about the upcoming holidays and what our plans were. She told me she was going to her mom’s for dinner as well, she would see me there. She asked if I would be interested in spending Christmas Evening with her for supper and dessert after leaving her Mom’s. I told her, I really wasn’t up for anything more, that I wanted to spend the rest of the holidays just relaxing. She persisted that I go, she wanted to take me out and thank me for being a good friend to her during her troubles with Lance. I told her , we would see how dinner went and go from there.
I arrived at my in-laws early for dinner, giving out presents and helping my mother-in-law in the kitchen. Mom told me she had invited Jennifer again this year, but she declined saying she had other plans. I was relieved, it would have been sad to see Jennifer in a lot of ways. About an hour later Beth arrived, and entered from the rear kitchen door. She looked absolutely stunning. She had on a very short red skirt, white pull over sweater and knee high suede boots. My father in law sprung up from his chair.
“How’s my baby girl ?”, he shouted, grabbing Beth around the waist and squeezing her.
“I’m great Daddy, I love you.”, she exclaimed.
You could see the old man eyes tear up. Since he had lost Susan, he had become so close to Beth. She was all he had, his only baby girl. Beth kissed her mom and moved over to me. She leaned over to kiss my cheek, and as she did whispered in my ear.
“Merry Christmas Jeff, I love you.”, she said in a very low voice.
She turned very quickly and hugged her father again and followed him into the den. We all ate dinner together and really enjoyed the day. Everyone was in a good mood, the food was great. About four o’clock, we helped mom, clean up and put everything away. We had coffee in the den and about an hour later, I was ready to go. I thanked everyone for a nice dinner, grabbed my coat and headed outside. Beth followed me quickly and soon caught up.
“I will call you in about an hour. Be ready.”, she demanded.
I got home, took a long hot shower and dressed casually for dinner. I was sitting in front of the TV when the doorbell rang. I heard the door open and Beth yell out.
“You ready ?”
“Yes, be right there.”, I called back.
Beth told me she wanted to drive, so I climbed into her SUV, it would be nice not to drive. I reached for the seat belt, I saw Beth look over and giggle.
“What’s so funny ?”, I asked.
“Nothing”, she answered with a laugh.
We backed out of my drive, and pulled off. We drove around the corner and pulled into her drive way.
“We’re here.”, she laughed.
“Here ?”, I asked, “I thought we were having dinner ?”
“We are. Come on.”, she said, jumping out.
She unlocked her front door and we went in. Beth’s house was not quite as big as mine, but it was every bit just as nice. The layout was very different though. Beth’s master bedroom was in the front of the home, mine was in the rear. Her bedroom door, was immediately off of the foyer when you walked in. She also had a formal dining room, which I did not have. As she walked through the kitchen, I could smell something very good was cooking. She led me to the dining room where the lights had been dimmed, three candles were lit on the table.
“Isn’t this better then a noisy restaurant ?”, she asked.
“It’s very nice Beth.”, I replied, sensing the amount of work she must have put into this.
She pulled my chair out holding it for me, sort of laughing, this was something I always did. She slid the chair under me and bounced off to the kitchen. She returned shortly, carrying a large white casserole with a top on it. She set it down and scurried off to the kitchen and returned with a large pot of coffee.
“I had mom make your favorite.”, she said, lifting the top off the casserole.
I knew instantly by the smell, it was homemade Bread Pudding, and it was my favorite dessert. She grabbed a bowl and spooned out a large serving for me, poured me a cup of coffee. She made some for herself and sat down next to me.
“This is a nice surprise Beth.”, I said thanking her.
“Don’t thank me, you better call mom, she made it for you.”, she replied.
“She knew it was for me ? She knew we were getting together for dinner ?”, I asked
“Yea, she did, I told her.”, she answered.
She went on to tell me that Mom had been worried about me lately. I had once again shut myself off from most of the world, staying home a lot, not going out. I have to admit, it was nice, the bread pudding was warm, the coffee was hot, but it was cold outside, really cold below forty degrees. And for New Orleans, that is cold. We finished eating, put the dishes in the sink and moved into the den. Beth had a fire going and that was the only light in the room. She sat next to me on the sofa, watching the flames jump off of the wood. I was think to myself, how did things get this crazy in one year’s time ?
“What are you thinking ?”, Beth asked.
“Nothing.”, I replied, “Things just don’t go like you think they should sometimes.”
“You miss Jennifer ?”, Beth asked.
“No, it’s not that.”, I answered.
“Susan ?”, Beth shot back.
“Yes, I still miss Susan sometimes. I think I always will.”, I responded sadly.
“I miss her too Jeff.” Beth replied, grabbing my hand in hers, “But she knows we still love her. She can see us, she is always with us.”
“Oh God, I hope not Beth. I am not proud of my self lately. I feel I have really let her down.”
“No, you haven’t let her down.”, she scolded, “Never say that to me again.”
We got quiet again as the only sound was the cracking of the wood in the fire. I glanced over at Beth, the fire was dancing in her eyes.
“Jeff, I want you to look at me.”, Beth demanded.
I turned and looked at my wife’s sister. No matter how hard I tried to deny it, she was beautiful. She reminded me a lot of Susan in so many ways. Physically they were much different, but they had so many of the same character traits, the smile, the laugh, the great sense of humor. I guess that’s why it was so easy to love Beth.
“I Love You. Really Love You. I know I messed things up by being indecisive, but I had to be sure. I know I hurt you and I probably lost you for good, but I have to tell you this. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I am willing to go right now to my parents and tell them everything. Tell them I Love You and have for a long time now. If you get up and walk out, I understand, I will move on and I will try and make a life for myself. But I just had to tell you, its your choice. I Love you, I want you, I want to be with you, period. The choice is yours.”, she boldly stated.
“Ok, I’m done.”, she finished.
I just sat there stunned, looking into her eyes. Suddenly my mouth was as dry as the desert, my brain was not working. It seemed like an eternity passed.
“You heard me, I Love you.”, she stated. “It’s simple. Do you love me at all ?”
Again I just sat there stunned, not knowing what to say. Finally I gathered some wits.
“Yes Beth, you know I still love you. But……. “
“No but’s. No regrets. I messed up bad once Jeff, and maybe I lost you, but I need to know.”, she whispered.
“I turned my life upside down to make this possible. Not for you, for us. But you can walk away and nothing will change, I will still love you. You will always be family, I just want you to be more. I want to be loved, liked you loved my sister.”, she stated.
We sat there, holding hands, looking into the fire for a long time. I had a million thoughts running through my mind. I had fallen in love with Beth, what seemed like a very long time ago. Was it still there ? Could we spend the rest of our lives together and be happy ? So many questions, not enough answers. Am I supposed to make a life changing decision in the wink of an eye ?
I looked at the clock, it was almost eleven, Christmas was almost gone. I did not know what I was feeling nor could I attempt to express myself.
“Oh, I almost forgot. I have your present here.”, she said jumping up, running to the stock that was pinned to the mantle of the fire place.
She reached in and carefully pulled a long white envelop from the stocking, turned and walked towards me. She handed me the envelop and told me she would leave me alone for a while. I looked at the envelop which was sealed, nothing on the outside. Beth left the room, and closed the door behind her. I reached under the flap and tore open the envelop, pulling out a single legal sized white sheet of paper that was hand lettered. I opened it up and immediately recognized the hand writing, it was Susan’s. I looked up and Beth was gone, the door was closed. I lowered my eyes back to the letter and started reading.
My Dearest Jeff,
If you are reading this letter, I have left you alone in this world, and for that my darling, I will be eternally sorry. We have fought a long and courageous battle, but in the end it was not meant to be. Please know, my love, without you by my side, I could not have walked these last few miles. You were my rock, my strength, you never gave up hope, you never let me give up. I fell asleep every night holding your hand, I awoke every morning, you were still there. Now as I approach the end of my life, I have no regrets, for I had you, even if it was not as long as we both hoped for . You showed me what true love was, for I know I was your entire world, as you were mine. Perhaps a love as strong as ours cannot endure forever, it is too strong, perhaps it burns itself out. But, if I would have a choice of a short life with you or grow to be a very old woman never knowing you, I would choose the fleeting moments we shared all over again.
I know I will close my eyes soon for the final time, my pain will be forever washed away. Please do not wrap yourself in grief and try to understand what has happened. I want you to, one day in the future, again have a happy life. Please do not let my death, be your own.
Please tell my parents, I love them and for what they have given me, I am so grateful. My mom is strong, but my Dad will take this very hard. Please tell him, he was the only other man in my life that I ever loved. You both made me the woman I am, and I love you both with all of my heart.
I am sorry but I do not have the strength to go on writing, I am so tired. I want to leave you with one last thought my love. For the rest of your life, when you are sad, lonely, hurting, or troubled, close your eyes and feel my loving arms wrapped around you. I will hold you close to me for all of eternity, even in death I will not forget you.
All My Love
Susan
By the time I finished reading the letter, tears were streaming down my cheeks. I pressed the letter to my chest and wrapped my arms around it. I bent over, closed my eyes and cried like an infant. I’m not sure how much time passed until I felt Beth’s hand stroking my hair. I looked up at her, wiping my eyes.
“I’m sorry, I must look like a fool.”, I said apologizing.
“No Jeff, you don’t. You’re the most thoughtful, caring man I know. Never be sorry for that.”, she replied.
“When did you get this letter ?”, I asked Beth. “How ?”
Beth went on to explain that in Susan’s last days, she had called her over to her bedside and handed it to her. Apparently Susan had asked me to go and ask the nurse for some pain medication so she could pass it without my knowledge. Susan had made Beth promise to wait and give me the letter when she felt I needed it most.
“After all that has happened this past year, I just thought now was the right time.”, Beth said.
“It was the best Christmas present I have ever gotten. Thank you Beth.”
Chapter 24
I stood up and pulled Beth close to me, holding her for a long time. As I released her, I kissed her and once again thanked her for a wonderful Christmas. I decided to walk home since it was only around the corner. I needed the cold air to clear my head. It was a very cold, clear night. As I walked home, I looked up at the stars and could not help but think of Susan. I smiled as my hand was holding the letter in my coat pocket, somehow I felt Susan was walking with me. I got home a few minutes later, locked up and got comfortable in my chair. I glanced and saw the message light blinking on the phone, I reached over and pressed the message key.
“Hey Jeff, this is Jen, just uh….wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas. I know it’s not how either of us imagined it would be. I hope your ok, talk to you soon.”
One thing she was definitely right about, this is not how I pictured myself spending Christmas Day, alone. But somehow, I knew I wasn’t alone, Susan was here, if even for only for tonight. I must have fallen asleep in my chair, when I next looked at the clock it was four in the morning. I got up, went to the bedroom and climbed into bed, falling to sleep immediately.
I woke the next morning around nine, it was extremely cold in the house. I walked down the hall and glanced at the thermostat, it was off. The temperature read fifty degrees, no wonder, it was cold in here. I flipped the switch to heat, continued into the kitchen, starting a pot of coffee. The house warmed up quickly, soon the coffee was finished. I drank a few cups while I read the morning paper. I spent the rest of the day cleaning house, washing clothes, getting ready to go back to work the following day.
The following week flew by and New Year’s Eve was approaching again. It seems as you get older, the years pass by so quickly. I made an early New Year’s resolution to get back into the gym full time, I had gotten soft. I had stayed in good shape my entire life. Having played college football for a major SEC school, I was always a fairly large man. My weight had always stayed between 230-240 pounds, but I had held my thirty two waist. Now my pants were a big snug and I knew it was time to get back into a routine.
The following Monday, I started back at the gym full time and it felt good to be exercising again. After a few days, I was back into a full time routine. I received several calls about New Year’s celebrations but I had decided to spend a quiet evening at home. I just wasn’t up to being around a bunch of people drinking and cutting up.
It was Friday, New Year’s Eve was tomorrow , we were wrapping up work until the second of January. I was the last to leave at around six that evening. I stopped at the grocery on the way home, picked up a few things, headed home. I put away the groceries, took a long hot shower and settled in to relax. Around eight that night, I got a call from Jennifer wishing me a Happy New Year. I responded in kind to her, we chatted a bit, then said goodnight. I found it strange that she kept calling me, wondering if Tiffany knew about it. I had made no real attempt to stay in touch with Jen, respecting her decision, not wanting to cause problems between her and Tiffany.
I went to bed that night but couldn’t sleep, tossing and turning. I thought about everything that had happened over the past year, how everything had gotten so confusing. How I had misread Jennifer, the relationship ending how it had. Then Beth coming back and ending her marriage, telling me that she loved me and the decision would be mine if we were to be together. I thought about Beth for the rest of the night and what I really wanted to do with my life. What exactly was it about Beth that made me feel this way ? Yes, she was incredibly attractive, extremely fit and knew how to make a man feel like a man. Or was it that I saw so much of Susan in her ? The smile, the laugh, the look in her eyes , I just was not sure. I’m not sure what time I actually fell asleep, I know it took a long time. Sometime during the early morning hours, I felt a cool, almost cold hand brush my cheek. I heard a soft whisper in my ear, a voice so familiar, yet strange.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years, go to her now.”
I opened my eyes startled, sitting straight up in bed. I looked around the dimly lit room, focusing my eyes. I felt something cold on the side of my face, reaching up with my hand brushing my cheek. My face was ice cold and wet to the touch.
As my eyes adjusted to the room, I saw it was empty. I turned and threw my feet to the floor rubbing my eyes. I could have swore, someone was in the room. I looked down at the floor and saw what appeared to be two small wet spots on the hardwood floors. I once again, looked around the room. Maybe someone was in the house. I got up, walked through the entire house checking the doors, but everything was locked, nothing amiss. I must have been dreaming, but it sure seemed so real.
I spent the day relaxing and watching TV, several good football games were on. Around five that evening I got a call from Beth, I had not spoken to her since Christmas night at her place.
“Hi Jeff, how are you ?”, she asked.
“I’m fine Beth, and you ?”, I replied.
“I’m ok, thanks. Are you doing anything later tonight ?”, she asked.
“No, not a thing. Just going to be hanging out here, watching TV.”, I responded.
“Same here. I’m not in the mood for partying.”, Beth stated.
“Yea, I know the feeling.”, I replied.
“Well have a Happy New Year’s, Jeff.”, she wished.
“You too, Beth.”, I responded.
The day passed slowly , I guess about six-thirty that evening the neighbors started shooting fireworks. They had an annual party and always spent a small fortune on fireworks. Several times, Susan and I had set up chairs in our front yard, wrapped in blankets and watched the show. Once again, there were dozens of people across the street all having a very good time. I decided to go sit outside for a while and watch the show, grabbing a chair, a blanket and a thermos of coffee. My neighbors waved to me, wishing me a Happy New Year’s and returned to their festivities. I sat up my chair, poured a cup of cup, wrapped up in the blanket and sat down. The fireworks were extremely colorful and very plentiful, never slowing down as the hours passed. I looked at my watch, it was almost ten-thirty, the temperature was really dropping. I decided to finish my cup of coffee and call it a night. Just as I was about to pickup and go inside, I saw Beth walking down the sidewalk towards me. She waved when she saw me, coming over to where I was sitting.
“What are doing out here tonight ?”, I asked.
“I saw the fireworks from my back door, decided to come watch for a few minutes.”, she replied.
“It’s cold out here.”, I laughed.
“Yea, I know.”, she giggled
“I was just about to go in. I have been out here for about ninety minutes.”, I told her.
“Oh, go ahead, I am not going to stay long. Just watch for about ten minutes.”, she told me.
“You want my chair and blanket ?”, I offered.
“Yea, sounds good.”, she laughed.
I got up, giving her my seat and wrapped the blanket around her. I went inside trying to shake off the cold. I made another pot of coffee, poured a mug and sat down in my chair. The coffee was good and quickly warmed me up. I had just gotten up to pour a second cup when the doorbell rang. I opened the door to see Beth, holding my chair and blanket.
“Here, I have had enough, it’s freezing out here.”, she laughed, “I’m going to get warm.”
“I just made a pot of coffee, you want a cup ?”, I asked.
“That would be great.”, she replied.
She stepped in, I closed the door on the cold night air. We entered the great room, I offered to take her coat and scarf. She sat down on the sofa, I went to the kitchen, poured a cup of coffee and returned handing it to her. She took a small taste of the very hot liquid.
“Mmmmm, this is good. Thank you.”, she said.
I sat down across from her, picking up my cup. She was a beautiful woman, there was no denying it. Even now, dressed only in jeans, a sweater, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, no makeup, she was stunning. She reminded me so much of Susan, in so many ways, I guess it’s why I fell in love with her so quickly. As we sat there drinking our coffee in silence, I could not help but wonder why things had turned out like they had. Two years later and I had traveled full circle, sitting here again with Beth. For some reason, I suddenly thought about the night before and how I was startled from sleep by a voice.
“Baby, I love you, please don’t waste any more years. Go to her now.”
Suddenly, I felt a cold damp breeze, pass behind me. I looked up to see Beth staring at me with a blank stare.
“What’s wrong ?”, I asked.
“I can’t explain it. I just feel strange.”, she replied.
“Strange ?”, I asked.
“Never mind, it’s probably just the cold.”, she laughed.
I got up and poured us each a fresh cup, turning off the pot. I returned , handed Beth her cup and sat down. I looked at the clock it was eight minutes to midnight, almost another New Year. I looked up and saw Beth once again, looking directly at me. She smiled that smile that would stop your heart for a few beats, then just as quickly, jump start it back to life.
“I guess, I should be going, it’s getting late.”, Beth said.
I looked at the clock again, it was eleven-fifty seven, three minutes to midnight. I could hear the intensity of the fireworks pickup outside , anticipating the stroke of midnight,
“Wait just a few minutes, you can hear the grand finale.”, I said pointing towards the front of the house.
“I would, but I’m afraid Jeff.”, she answered.
“Afraid of what ?”, I asked.
“I’m afraid when that clock strikes midnight, I am going to want to kiss you, and if I do, I will never be able to stop.”, she confessed, looking down.
I suddenly knew at that moment, there was no denying it, I was still in love with Beth, I always had been. Perhaps the reason, I never ever said those words to Jennifer, because deep in my heart, I knew better. The words from last night were all too clear, I had one last chance for happiness, if I was willing to go all in on this hand.
“Maybe, I won’t ever ask you to stop Beth.”, I softly responded.
She looked up from her cup, her eyes wide and focused.
“Are you saying…..I mean….Do you….What are you saying Jeff ?”, she stammered.
I set my cup down on the coffee table, leaned towards her and took her hand in mine.
“What I am saying is, I love you. I have since that day over two years ago, the first time I kissed you. You hurt me when you took Lance back, I am not denying that, but as bad as that was, letting you go again, would be worst.”, I admitted.
“Jeff, I am so sorry for what I did to you. So many nights I cried myself to sleep, it hurt so bad. I can’t tell you how many times I wanted to rush over here, jump into your arms. But I thought you were in love with Jen, I didn’t want to ruin your chance for happiness.”, she said as the tears rolled down her cheeks.
“If I could go back and change everything, I would. But I do love you so much and I promise, if you let me I will spend the rest of my life making sure you never regret it.”, she finished between sobs.
I got up moved next to her on the sofa, pulling her close to me. I wiped the tears from her cheek looking into her soft warm eyes.
“You do know, I’m never letting you go again. No matter what happens, no matter who objects.”, I told her.
“You had better not.”, she replied softly.
I sat there holding her close to me, feeling her warm breathe on my cheek. She looked over at the clock and turned to me.
“It’s a new year, let’s start our new life off right.”, she whispered to me.
“What do you mean ?”, I asked ?
She stood up, grabbed her jacket and scarf, turning to me.
“You still have the key to my house, the one we gave you years ago.?”, she asked.
“Yes, it’s here.”, I replied.
“Good. I’m going home. Give me about an hour, then come over. Use the key to let yourself in, I will be waiting.”, she said with a smile.
She turned and walked out, closing the door behind her. I went into my office, opened my desk and was relieved to see the key in the drawer. I picked it up and headed to the bedroom. I jumped into the shower, shaved and changed clothes quickly. I looked at the clock, it was almost two in the morning. I went out, jumped in my car and drove around the corner to Beth’s. I hurried to the door to get out of the cold, unlocked the door and stepped in. I locked the door behind me and walked down the foyer towards the great room. I called out to Beth.
“In here.”, I heard from over my shoulder.
I looked to my right, saw that the master bedroom door was slightly ajar. I pushed it open, my eyes adjusting to the candle lit room. Beth was lying on the huge bed in a floor length, snow white ,silk gown. She was breathtaking, like a scene out of a movie. She held up one hand, asking me to join her. I moved over to the bed and joined her. I leaned over and kissed her, pressing my lips to hers. She responded by easing her tongue between my lips, seeking my own. My hand traveled down the smooth fabric of her gown, until my hand was on her ass. She pressed herself into me, responding to my touch. I reached down to her thigh, gripping the smooth fabric and lifting it slowly up her body. I released her gown and reached down to feel the back of her soft smooth thigh. She moaned into my mouth softly as my hand moved up the back of her thigh. I rolled my hand around the top of her thigh and slowly pushed my way between her legs. She willingly opened her thighs allowing me easier access. I slid my hand up slowly, until I felt her warm, very moist pussy. I extended one finger and began to slowly stroke her slit from top to bottom. Once again she softly moaned into my mouth.
I broke our kiss, and began to slowly move down her body with my lips and tongue. As I reached her thighs , I pushed her long gown up to her hips, completely exposing her pussy. I lowered my mouth to her, pushing my tongue between her smooth lips. She gasped out loud, arching her back slightly. I eased my tongue out of her, and started to gently suck her clit, between my lips. I reached up with my fingers spreading her puffy lips, further exposing her clit. I began to flick my tongue across her swollen clit, stopping only to suck it between my lips for a few seconds. Her breathing was rapid and shallow, her body trembling beneath my mouth. I felt a shiver run through her, then felt her hips come off the bed.
“Oh baby…………..Ohhhhhh…., she cried out.
I pushed my tongue deep inside her, feeling the first spurt of her orgasm wash over it and coating my lips. I eased my tongue out and opened my mouth on her, feeling the second and third waves hit the back of my throat. I stayed with her, feeling her body tremble as waves of pleasure swept over her. She relaxed slowly, her breathing returning to normal. I moved back over her, leaning down, kissing her softly. Her tongue, licked my lips, tasting her cum, then driving past my lips wanting more. She reached down, pushing her hand inside my shorts, finding my rock hard cock. Her hand gently squeezed me, softly stroking me up and down. She reached down with her other hand and pushed my shorts down my legs. She opened her mouth, still on my lips and whispered.
“Make love to me baby, I want you inside me.”
I moved over her as she opened her legs, her hand moving to her pussy. She began to rub her clit, looking up directly into my eyes. I moved forward, reached down and pressed the head of my cock into her opening. I eased between her wet soft lips and with one slow easy motion, pushed completely inside of her. I leaned over her, my head going to her neck, kissing it softly. I could feel her warm breathe in my ear. I began to move slowly inside her, pulling almost all of the way out, then slowly back down again until my hips met hers. Slowly, I increased my speed as I felt her body respond to me, once again. Her arms wrapped around me, clutching me tightly as I felt her hips lift off the bed, slamming into mine. Once again she erupted into orgasm, moaning softly into my ear.
“Oh baby, I love you….I love you…, she whispered.
She gently pushed me off of her and on to my side. She sat up, pulling her gown over her head, completely exposing her beautiful body. She moved down my chest, reaching for my wet, rock hard cock. She quickly wrapped her mouth around me, sucking me deep into her throat. Slowly and very softly her lips moved up and down my shaft, as her hand softly caressed my balls. Soon the speed of her mouth increased, quickly sliding up and down my throbbing cock. My hands moved down to her head, my fingers entwined in her soft silky hair. I couldn’t hold out any longer, I reached out for her.
“Baby, I’m coming…now…, I warned.
She moved her mouth off of me, grabbing my cock in her right hand, stroking it madly. The first stream of cum shot out of my cock landing on my stomach. She lowered her mouth over the head of my cock, as the next waves exploded on her tongue. She continued pumping my cock into her eager mouth, wanting every last drop. My cum was now running out of her mouth and down my shaft. She stayed on my shaft, making sure I was completely drained of fluid. She released my cock, moving back up my body. She leaned over and pressed her lips to mine. I pulled her closed, as I felt her mouth open and her tongue push into my mouth. Her tongue pushed my cum from her mouth into mine then moved around the inside of mouth, coating it with my warm , salty fluid. I swallowed what was left, allowing it to ease down my throat. I reached down her body and my hand met hers, which was buried between her legs. She was eagerly stroking her clit once again, no doubt aroused by the thought of my own cum in my mouth. The speed of her hand increased, and without warning, she erupted into a powerful orgasm that sent fluid gushing from between her legs. She shook violently on her hand, pressing it hard into her slit. It took her breathe away, causing her to gasp for air. Slowly it subsided, as she collapsed on top of my body, her breathing returning to normal. Her face turned to mine, her eyes tearing up slightly.
“I love you baby, I have never felt like this, never felt so loved.”, she whispered.
I held her as she sobbed, her face buried in my neck. I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as well. I pulled her body to me, squeezing her to my chest. I closed my eyes, grateful to whatever had brought me to this time and place, for it was right. This was the woman I loved, though the path was not easy, it was the right one. Today would be the first day of our lives together, I was determined to live each one to the fullest, for no one knows just how many we still have promised to us.
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My first story,hope you guys like it.Don’t hesitate to point out any grammatical errors or mistakes in the narrative.Enjoy…..

Sexy Stranger.

This is my second story.
Im David im 28 years old and I live in London, England. I have a pretty mundane office job that I work 9 to 5, but there is a pretty decent social group around the office.
After a pretty boring day at work, 5 or 6 of us decided to go for a few beers after work. I would say the moral was higher because the sexy new receptionist decided to track along. Her name was Amy, she was a 22 year old blond goddess. Legs that went all the way up, and the rather short skirt left little to the imagination. Add that to the beautiful blue eyes, she could have any guy she chose. She was also a tease. She knew what she was doing, working up all the guys and then casting them aside for the next guy to have a pop.
Was I any different? Well no, this isn’t the story, sorry guys and girls who want a story of me shagging a 22 year old stunner, but lets just say she did leave me in a rather horny state.
I left the bar about midnight. I was quite drunk and horny. BUT I knew I was working and thought it was probably the best thing to get the train home as the journey was 45 mins. I got the last train and it was rammed. But it didn’t particularly bother me as I knew 10 mins into the journey the train would ¾ empty as it stops at a main station.
15 mins into the journey I finally got a seat. I sat there listening to my ipod casually looking abound to train seeing if anyone takes my fancy. There ware plenty of dunk girls, all dressed up, but looking dishevelled, but nothing especially fantastic, but then a guy on the train was sick so I decided to swap carriage.
The next carriage was empty other than a 40ish year old office worker working on her lap top. I sat opposite her and made eye contact, she smiled. I took my chance to have a good look, she was hot. She had shapely legs with black stockings on, (well I hoped they were stockings anyway) high heels. She had light brown hair tied back, a white blouse showing a little bit of cleavage. But I also noticed a wedding ring on her finger.
“Oh well” I thought, she still was a hot cougar and I must admit the instance she smiled at me I was hard, but I thought “fuck that I can’t be bothered with that shit”.
Anyway my stop came, and surprisingly it was also the hot cougars. I opened the door for her and walked up the stairs behind her.
She had a magnificent ass. She clearly works out and looks after herself. And through her skirt, there was a clear outline of French knickers. I had to place my briefcase in front of me to hide my clear erection. God I couldn’t wait to get home to knock one out. I also had to admit the beer was batting by bladder I needed a piss. So I decided to cut through the car park as I knew I could have a piss up against a tree there and cut through the hole in the fence rather than go around the station.
I went to the other side of the car park and started to piss, half way through I herd footsteps and saw the woman on the train looking straight at me. “Shit” I thought caught red handed. I finished up and went through the hole in the fence.
Now I was walking right behind her again. I thought about walking the other way round to save my embarrassment. But thought “Fuck it, what she going to do stop and give me a lecture”.
She turned left down the road I needed to turn down, “Shit” I thought “shes gonna think im following her”, “but you’re not” I keep telling myself, “its not like im gonna rape her is it”.
We kept walking and walking and you could tell she was nervous, as every few mins or so she would look around. It didn’t help the fact I was a faster walker than her either. I remember giggling to myself “I bet you wished you hadn’t worn them heels now”
Now I was only about 2 meters away from her. She stopped and turned around and said “You’re not going to follow me all the way home are you?”.
“Sorry” I said pulling my earphones out of my ears.
“You’re not planning on following me all the way home are you?” she repeated
“Eeeeer sorry no, I live down here in Green Garden Avenue” I said.
“Really” she said, “I live in Cottage Road around the corner, I thought you were some pervert following me home because I smiled at you on the train”.
“Oh no” I said “I did think of going another way around because I didn’t want to make you nervous, as after you caught me in the car park”.
“Hmmmm” she said “that was naughty, but at least you did it against a tree rather one of the cars” she smiled.
“Yeah and as I said I hope you didn’t see anything you shouldn’t have” I smiled back.
I couldn’t believe it we were flirting. After all the awkwardness we were flirting.
“Anyway” I said.
“Oh yes” she said “I suppose we better get home its late”.
We started walking together then she asked, “So do you live alone?”.
“yes”, I said.
“Well eerr” she said “fancy making me a drink?”
“Sure” I said.
We walked up to my house by this time I had a massive erection. And I knew what was coming to I didn’t bother trying to hide it.
“Oh it looks like someone excited at the thought of a drink” she said.
“Its been one of them days when I just need to get cut loose if you know what I mean” I said.
She nodded her head and stopped and grabbed me and stuck her tongue inside my mouth. Her hand started exploring my crotch and my hands dropped my suitcase and started to slide my hand around her ass. It felt as good as it looked, firm and peachy.
By this time I was proper horny, she started rubbing my cock faster, she went down to her knees in the middle of the street and unzipped my flys and started to stuck my cock. I was so worked up it didn’t take long before my load exploded into her mouth.
“Well you were pretty worked up” she said, “I hope the main coarse lasts longer than the entree” she said winking at me, while I place my cock back into my trousers.
I few more mins and we were at my front door. By this time my heart was beating.
“So what do you want to drink” I asked
“”Do you have any white wine” she asked.
“Some cheep stuff somewhere” and I looked in the fridge ”oh here we go some pinot grigio, I suppose that will have to do”
“That will do fine” she said.
I poured the wine into two glasses on the table.
“So” I asked, “do you go down on strangers in the middle of the street very often then”?
She let out a little chuckle. “Not for a long, long time”, “But it looked like you needed it”.
I sat down next to her and placed my hand on her leg. I started rubbing her leg up and down. Our eyes made contact and our breathing started to get heavier, no more words were needed.
Our mouths moved together, and started kissing. It was soft at first before our tongues explored each others mouth. By hands moved up inside her skirt to the thighs. She was wearing hold-ups just as I hopped.
With the other hand I started undoing her white blouse. I could see her white bra underneath. She ripped my tie off and threw it across the room. Her blouse came off followed by my shirt, she then stood up and unzipped her skirt from the side. It dropped to the floor showing her red see through French knickers. And then she took off her bra. She wasn’t big up top maybe a A or B cup, her areola’s were small, but she had long and hard nipples. And her body was perfect. You could tell she looked after herself her belly was flat and quite toned. “I doubt she’s had any kids” I thought to myself.
She falls onto the sofa spreading her legs and she say, “I think its time you repaid my service”.
Ive now got completely naked. I knelt between the her legs and slide her panties off. She was completely shaven and I could tell she was horny, she was soaking wet already. I started licking her clit immediately, sticking 2 fingers inside her. She gasped with pleasure as my tongue slid slowly around her clit sending shivers of electricity up and down her body. My tongue was now moving faster and faster, and her breathing heavier and heavier, there was more groans and moans until I hit that spot that made her scream with pleasure.
“Yes that’s it” she shouted, she wasn’t a quiet one that’s for sure.
“Yes stay there”
There were all sorts of noises coming now, or should I say cumming, and I have no idea how to write them, but I guess you should know.
Her body now went tight and she gripped my head with her legs. And she came.
I started moving up her body now. Kissing and licking her tummy. My tongue starts playing with her belly button and she lets out a noise that can only be described as a meow.
I now reach the nipples, I love nipples I could play with them for hours. I love biting and licking nipples, and its clear she loved me licking them. I suck them and my teeth plays with them as her body wriggles I could take no more.
She grabs my cock and slides it inside her and she lets out a gasp. I start of with a slow pace sliding inside and outside her, she feels nice and tight, which makes me think even more that shes never had kids.
I start gathering pace and our breathing increases.
She stops and turns around and I see that magnificent ass again. She bends down and is a vision of lust. I slide myself her, she closes her legs and feels even tighter, im now banging away at some speed and its clear shes cumming again as the same noises she was making before and her body tightens again.
She now pushes me to the floor, and straddles me, the cowgirl starts to ride. She starts slowly at first, moving side to side she had magnificent hip movement.
I feel im now deeper inside her than ever before. You could now hear her body hitting mine like a big slap, and it didn’t take long before I knew that was it, and I spurted my load deep inside, we both collapsed to the floor.
We got dressed and finished the wine. It wasn’t awkward or anything, but I did have one awkward question to as.
“So” I said, “What’s your name then”
“Sarah” she said with a smile.

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The Nerd -Epilog

The Nerd gets more than he bargained for—then he gets revenge.
Chapter 1
Ryan and Morgan made love all night and well into the next morning. It was as though they had found an oasis after wandering for a month in the desert. They couldn’t get enough of each other. They slept the rest of the day before preparing for their wedding. They selected a date, saw the minister and reserved the church. This should be interesting thought Ryan who was brought up Catholic in contemplation of a Baptist wedding. Ryan gave Morgan a credit card and sent her, Mom and Sara shopping for a dress. Seventeen thousand dollars later they were finally finished. The guest list was created and the invitations mailed. At last, with only two weeks to go, they were almost done. Sara would be Maid of Honor; Ryan’s brother Dan, Best Man.
The night before the wedding they prepared for bed, wearing their usual pajamas-nothing. Ryan thought he could see the onset of Morgan’s swelling abdomen, but maybe it was just his imagination. Seven weeks had past since he had asked her to marry him and he was sublimely happy. After so many years of hard work his life was coming together, at last. Ryan lay back on his pillow and was about to sleep when he felt Morgan’s fingers move across his hip to his flaccid cock. Well, he thought, it won’t be flaccid for long. Her hand did a figure eight up and down his shaft, quickly bring him to a fully erect state. Ryan moaned his approval as Morgan turned over to face him. She lowered her face, placing her tongue right on his cock head. She cupped his balls before going down on him, sucking his hard, hot dick deep into her throat. Morgan pushed him back on the bed, mounting him before riding him hard. Morgan loved it hard. She loved ramming her clit into Ryan’s pubic bone, using the friction to bring herself to a stirring orgasm. On this occasion she reached back, first to cup and massage his balls and later to massage the inside of his rectum with a finger or two. Working him this way quickly brought him to an explosive ejaculation which Morgan was happy to take into her pussy. She was only a few seconds behind him. She twitched and shook violently as wave after wave of orgasmic ecstasy rolled through her. She collapsed onto him and was just nibbling his ear when they both fell into a relaxing slumber.
The wedding went as planned. Ryan was relieved that it wasn’t a Catholic mass which would have trapped the wedding party and guests in the stifling church for almost an hour. Instead the ceremony stuck to the basics—do you take? and all that stuff—over and done in fifteen minutes. They retired to the limo with Dan and Sara. Ryan’s attention was to his bride, of course, but it seemed that Sara was giving him some “funny” looks. That was the only way Ryan knew to describe what he was seeing. When they arrived at the posh country club where the reception was held he got a close look at both Sara and his mother-in-law. It seemed they were both giving him these looks and he didn’t know what to make of them. Seated at the dais, he turned to his lovely bride, “Do you know what’s up with your mom and Sara? They both keep giving me these looks that I don’t understand.”
“Yes, darling, but I think you should talk to them. They should tell you themselves, but be sure to talk to Sara first.”
Ryan didn’t know what to think, but, excusing himself, he went to seek out his sister-in-law—his erstwhile lover—Sara. She was standing alone near one of the open bars, sipping a cocktail even though she was under age. She smiled when she saw him approach. “Hi, brother-in-law,” she said, but she was staring at him lewdly, as if undressing him with her eyes.
“Sara, what’s going on? You and your mom keep giving me these strange “looks.” Just now you looked like you wanted to rape me.”
“Well, Ryan, remember our wonderful weekend together? It seems you left me with a little present. Well—uh—it’s little now but growing every day—DAD!”
Ryan staggered back. This was not the kind of information he needed or wanted to hear on his wedding day. “You’re kidding, aren’t you? I thought you were on the pill.”
“Who told you that? Not, me. I wanted to fuck and I loved doing it with you, but I never took any precautions, and neither did you. We had a great weekend together and I’m pregnant. You can have a paternity test if you want to, but you are definitely the father. I haven’t had sex with anyone else—either before or after. I think I should move in with you and Morgan. We can have a wonderful time together, just like we did that weekend.”
Now Ryan really staggered. Move in? What would Morgan think? He turned and walked through the crowd. What a day! Could anything worse happen? As it turned out—yes!
He ran smack dab into his new mother-in-law. She pulled him aside saying, “I need to talk to you—alone!” She pulled him into a hallway just outside the reception room. She turned with venom in her eyes. “You fucked Morgan and got her pregnant. Then you fucked Sara and got her pregnant. What the hell’s wrong with me? Don’t you think I like to fuck? Don’t you think I’d love to have a baby growing inside me? I may be their mother, but I’m still a year younger than you. If you don’t fuck me and knock me up, I’m going to make a lot of trouble. Sara’s not of legal age in this state. That’s statutory rape, buster! So get ready to whip it out and do me right—over and over—until I’m with child. Then I think I should move in with you and Morgan…and Sara. You have a really big house. There’s room for all of us!”
The room was spinning when he returned to Morgan. He sat down, taking a huge swig of his drink. Fuck, he thought, I need a double. In fact, I need to get drunk. He realized that Morgan was looking at him. “Isn’t it wonderful news about Sara? I want her to move in with us right away. And don’t worry about Mom. She loves to fuck as much as I do and she’ll be a big help when the babies come. I’m due in November and Sara’s due three weeks later. Then when Mom gets pregnant we’ll be able to help her. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“All I wanted was for us to be together and build our family. I didn’t know Sara wasn’t on the pill or I wouldn’t have fucked her without a condom. And now your mother? It’s too much, too much!”
“You worry too much, Ryan. It’ll all work out, believe me…believe me.”
Ryan didn’t know what to believe any more. All his plans and hopes shattered in a single day.
Chapter 2
As Morgan had predicted, it did all work out without much difficulty. The hardest part, it turned out, was selling Marge’s (Morgan’s mother’s name) shitty single-wide mobile home. A lot of termite damage was discovered when it was inspected. The cost of fixing it was almost as much as the whole thing was worth, so Ryan had the house demolished and sold the land. A man from upstate bought the lot and the one next to it, anticipating building a good-sized home there. Of course, selling the lot did not provide as much money as the lot and house would have, but money wasn’t a big issue for Ryan.
Morgan set up a schedule—Monday, Wednesday, and Saturday Ryan would fuck her; Tuesday and Friday were Sara’s turn with Ryan; Thursday and Sunday Ryan would fuck Marge. Thus Ryan would be kept busy the entire week satisfying his three lovers. It was agreed among the parties that threesomes would be welcomed with Morgan agreeing to Ryan and the other two women if she could sit and watch the fun. Ryan was mortified but he went along, as much to satisfy Morgan as to placate Marge. The last thing he needed along with this three-ring circus was a visit from the police. At one point he considered moving to Utah so his family wouldn’t look so out-of-place.
Things looked up on his first Thursday with Marge. She was older than her daughters naturally, but she was in magnificent shape for someone thirty-nine years old. Her breasts were firm, and larger than Morgan’s, even with her pregnancy advancing. She had a flat abdomen, with an obvious absence of stretch marks, and her butt still had a long way to go before sagging. Better—she was truly insatiable in her animalistic pursuit of sex. When Ryan entered her room she was wearing a short kimono in the lotus position so Ryan could see all the way up to her pussy. Ryan started to disrobe but Marge stopped him. “That’s my job,” she said. She rose, walked to him, and put his hands on his shoulders. Then, moving closer, she initiated a kiss, sticking her tongue into his reluctant mouth. Ryan went along, eventually even getting into it as his body betrayed him. Marge slipped her hands inside his shirt, rubbing his chest and teasing his nipples before sliding it over his head. She sucked and bit his nipple now. Ryan responded by placing his hands on her butt cheeks, squeezing them, and pulling her cunt against his thigh. Marge’s hands moved now to his belt, opening it and pulling down his pants. His boxers showed a major tent as his erection struggled for freedom. Marge growled like a feral animal as she knelt before him and pulled down his boxers in one motion that also saw her deep throat his cock without any preliminaries. Ryan struggled to keep his balance, so forcefully did Marge pull him. Eventually he regained his balance and stood with Marge glued to his cock. Her technique, if you could call it that, was to suck as hard as possible in the hope of bringing him off. “We need to stop, Marge, I’m almost ready to cum. We need to put it into your cunt.” Ryan had used this term—most objectionable to most women—intentionally. If she were going to blackmail him, he was going to abuse her—not verbally or physically, and definitely not in front of Morgan, but, he would abuse her sexually. It would become his modus operandi—his method of operation when fucking her. Also, he had decided, that under no circumstance would he eat her out. He may have to fuck her, but that was all. Ryan pulled out—carefully, for he was worried about being bitten—and moved to the bed. He pulled Marge with him—on top of him. He moved her over his cock and forced her down, although truth be told, it didn’t take much forcing. Marge was soaking wet from her brief oral encounter with Ryan’s cock. She slid down his pole as effortlessly as if it were greased. Ryan was surprised. Even after giving birth twice her pussy was still tight. Certainly the third tightest he’d ever had, after Sara and Morgan. In keeping with her animalistic approach to sex, Marge was humping and grinding in overdrive. Ryan marveled that she could move her abdomen so fast. Marge reminded him of a dog humping his bitch, so quickly did she move. Ryan reached up and opened her kimono, revealing her marvelous set of tits, firm and round, almost a C-cup with long protruding nipples and large round areolas. Ryan reached up with his mouth to suckle, a move that drove Marge crazy with desire. She humped even faster, as though shifting into an even higher gear. This change in tempo was all it took to bring Ryan over the edge. He squirted several long ropes of hot white cum into Marge’s womb. He didn’t worry about helping her to cum—that wasn’t part of the deal. He was required to fuck and impregnate her, and that was all he was willing to do. Hell, he wasn’t even willing to do that much, but what choice did he have?
He tried to push Marge off him but she resisted. “I want to stop it from leaking out,” she said.
“Then roll over and stick your legs in the air,” replied Ryan brusquely as he pushed her over onto the bed. “Or maybe we should get you a big stopper.” It sounded like he might be kidding, but there was no humor in Ryan’s brain. He rose, gathered his clothes without bothering to dress and walked out the door to shower. When he walked into the bedroom, Morgan was waiting. She was about to ask him how it went but decided not to when she saw the expression on his face. Ryan showered, went to bed, and rebuffed Morgan’s advances, disgusted with his plight.
Chapter 3
Ryan had a date to play golf the following morning. He kissed Morgan goodbye and headed for the garage to get his clubs into the Porsche. He was just about to leave when he realized he had forgotten his GPS. He retrieved the devise from his dresser and was on his way back to the car when he heard laughter coming from the living room. Morgan, Sara, and Marge were having a great time. Soon he realized it was at his expense. He paused just inside the kitchen to eavesdrop.
“What a sap,” laughed Morgan. “Can you believe he actually fell for all this? We can take him for everything he owns and he won’t even be able to do anything about it. Ha ha ha.!
“When I get pregnant,” stated Marge, somewhat more soberly, “he’ll really be in a pickle.”
“Well, I hope it’s soon,” moped Sara. “My boyfriend isn’t too happy about me letting him fuck me, and neither am I. I only want Steve fucking me, not that nerdy Ryan. Geez, what a pathetic loser, I’m glad he’s not the father of my baby. Who’d want a nerd kid?”
Marge interrupted, ”You have to be patient and follow the plan. When Morgan came home and told me how loaded this nerd was I saw it as our way out of that fucking trailer. Look where we live now, and we have all the money we want to spend, too. We probably won’t get all of it, but we’ll get plenty. When our lawyer gets into court and tells the judge how we were forced to be his love slaves…well, just use your imagination. Morgan, I have to hand it to you. You played the sucker beautifully.”
“Yeah, I did and, know what, it was easy…almost too easy. He was desperate to fall in love, so desperate he would believe anything. Could anyone believe that someone like me would fall for a jerk almost twice my age? Of course not, but he did—big time.”
Ryan had heard enough. He tiptoed out the door to the Porsche, started the engine and drove away. He called his buddies and cancelled—he was too upset– and too angry– to play. He needed to plot his revenge. He went to a Starbuck’s, ordered something—anything—just so he could sit there and think. Say what you will—nerds are good at thinking. Just after noon, after hashing over dozens of schemes, he thought he might have it. He would get them involved in a swindle. Of course, he’d be involved, too, but by the time the shit hit the fan he’d be long gone.
His first step was to hack into the county newspaper’s records to find someone who had been born around the same he was, and who had died either in infancy or early in life. It took him several tries but eventually he found one who was perfect. Born just a month after him and died in an auto accident six months later. He mailed a formal request for a copy of the birth certificate—his birth certificate—signing his new name along with the necessary fee. The copy was to be mailed to a condo he had rented with cash for a year, making the real estate agent ecstatic. He used the condo as a base of operations, setting up a computer, internet access, and residency for his new identity. When he had his birth certificate he mailed it along with a color photo of his face to the U.S. State Department along with a passport application and the fee for expedited service. Ryan knew that few clerks, faced with hundreds if not thousands of requests every day, would take the time or make the effort to check if there was also a death certificate. More importantly, he knew the county records department was not computerized, which would have made his task almost impossible. He knew that birth records were kept in one location; death records in another. In about a month his passport was delivered. It was perfect, of course, because it was real. Now for phase two.
The hardest part was acting naturally at home, being the same old nerd he had been “BB”—before betrayal. “I had an idea,” he said one evening before his appointment to fuck the insatiable but obnoxious Marge. “Since we’re going to be one big happy family, I thought we ought to have some investments…you know…as a group.” He had to be careful not to acknowledge the glances the women had given each other almost mocking him. “This idea should bring us almost fifty million dollars in less than a year’s time. I want to start an investment firm with the four of us as principals. What do you say? Want in? I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is get rich.”
Ryan knew their greed would get the best of them. “Yeah!” they all yelled, dollar signs in their eyes.
‘OK, great, I’ll get the necessary paperwork put together for you to sign. The hook was in the water, now all he had to do was set it.
Chapter 4
Ryan set up an office in the nearby city and advertised in financial publications. The ads offered an investment in a privately held hedge fund with double digit return in less than six months and almost guaranteed income. It took less than a month for the first checks to come in. He deposited them using signature stamps—Marge Stanton, Sara Stanton, and Morgan Stanton. He never used his own signature. After a month he started sending out checks—interest and principal-again with two signatures—Marge Stanton, Treasurer, and Sara Stanton, Vice President, or Morgan Stanton, President. They were overjoyed with their “official titles,” and were even more overjoyed with the checks that he brought home for them –$100,000 each the first month; $200,000 or more each succeeding month. This went on for six months until he was tipped off. The SEC was looking into the company’s affairs—amazing how a $100,000 bribe to a well placed clerk in the SEC’s Washington office could pay off. The SEC was closing in on his Ponzi scheme. It was time to disappear. Ryan had already moved virtually all his funds offshore to the Cayman Islands. He had also wiped the office clean of his fingerprints and deposited quite a number of his “lovers’” prints, taken from glasses or dishes with tape and transferred to desks, computers, even the bathroom. Only one thing left to do—one final fuck with Morgan.
Morgan was really bulging and she was reluctant to have sex, but that wasn’t stopping Ryan tonight. He’d fuck her from behind before fucking her ass. He began tenderly, kissing her lips and neck, moving her fingers down to his cock. There’d been no sex for almost a month so his attentions were well received—she just didn’t want to fuck him. He rubbed her pussy making her wet. They were standing in the bedroom so she was unconcerned when he shifted around behind her ostensibly to nuzzle her neck. Suddenly, he pushed her against her bureau, bending her over. He was in her just as quickly. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
“Just taking my due, my dear; I’ve been remiss recently—all my responsibilities at work, I guess. He was giving it to her hard and fast, taking out all his pent up frustrations and anger in one special moment. “I’m sorry, dear, I just got carried away.” He withdrew and wiped his wet cock on her robe, but he did not let her up. He moved now to her ass, ramming his dry cock into her dry ass, causing her intense pain. He knew he had hurt her, but he would have to do this a thousand times before he could come close to equaling the pain he had received. She screamed as the pain ripped through her but he kept up his pace until he felt his balls churn. Then he pulled out, spun her around, and forced his exploding cock into her mouth. Cum dripped from her mouth onto her chest and swollen stomach.
“Are you crazy?” she screamed as she finally was able to stand up. “Have you noticed I’m almost ready to deliver? You hurt me you asshole.”
Ryan smirked internally before saying,” I just wanted to give you something to remember me by. I’m going fishing.” He walked calmly out the door, out of the house, and down the dock to the thirty-footer. He started it up and headed to the inlet and the ocean. He had secretly hidden a small inflatable with a five horsepower engine aboard last weekend while the women were out shopping. They never went near the boat; there was no danger of it being discovered. When he was about five miles from shore, he loosened the nut holding one of the fuel lines, set the timer, inflated the small boat and left. Thirty minutes later there was a horrific explosion. The Coast Guard was only able to retrieve a wallet and driver’s license from the wreckage; the boat had burned to the waterline, the outboards sinking in the deep water. The official report surmised that Ryan had been fixing a leak in the gas tank when it ignited, destroying him along with the boat. In truth, Ryan had motored on the calm seas to a nearby resort, leaving the inflatable at the water’s edge, believing correctly that some kids would come along and take it for a joyride. Walking to the front of the resort he was able to take a taxi to a nearby shopping center. He had placed all his valuables in a used car he had purchased using his new identity. He drove to the airport, caught a flight to Atlanta, connecting to Mexico City, connecting to Rio.
Feigning shock at the news, the women were, in reality, thrilled to hear of Ryan’s demise. All his hundreds of millions would be theirs. They were quite startled to learn that the accounts held only a little under fifty thousand dollars. They were even more surprised when U.S. Marshals appeared at their door with arrest warrants for the three of them—securities fraud, grand theft, mail fraud were the main charges, but there were lots more. Denials, claims that they did and knew nothing were interpreted by law enforcement to be total blatant lies. They were unable to make bail so all three delivered their babies in federal prison. The children were taken away to foster care shortly after birth. They were sentenced to twenty years each. They still didn’t understand what had happened, but they were still screwed big time.
About a month into her sentence Morgan received a post card—unsigned. It said simply, “It’s never a good idea to gloat in a nerd’s living room about how you’ve played him for a fool.” Morgan was sure it had come from Ryan, but how to prove it.
At the same time, a gorgeous Brazilian she-male was kneeling in front of a slightly built six footer who was reclining in a lounge chair taking in the view of Ipanema Beach. “May I suck your cock, Senhor George? “
“Sounds great to me, Rita. Then I’ll want to fuck that fine ass of yours.”
“Oh Senhor George, you say the sweetest things.”

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From Sex Deprived to Sex Addicted Pt. 11

A great night of mindblowing sex turns south when Nick receives strange text messages. Lizzy takes a stand for being single and Danny’s mood sours. Nick experiences temptation at Mari’s party. Will he be able to remain strong and commit to Stacy?

Denied Pleasures

I let out a pent up sigh as i raised my hand and knocked on the hard wood door.
i heard a low grumble from inside and took that as an invitation to come in. i opened the door to see dark blue walls covered in band posters and the occasional playboy girl posing seductively on a beach.
my eyes trailed to the boy tangled in his bed sheets, his head buried in the pillow and his feet practically hanging off of the edge of the bed.
“sweetie wake up you’re going to be late!” i called.
“five more minutes” he grumbled into the pillow. i rolled my eyes making my way over to the side of his bed and yanking the blankets off of him.
i forced myself not to stare or moan out loud when i saw his muscled back or the tanned skin of his shoulders “you said that 20 minutes ago, now get up Ethan or else” i scolded disapprovingly, turning quickly on my heel and moving back a safe distance near his dresser, so that i would jump on my 18 year old son.
“okay okay i’m up” he whined, pushing himself up off his bed and stumbling out of bed. i turned my attention to his dresser that was filled with pieces of clothes and piees of paper from school.
I knew that if i saw his define and toned stomach that i would definitely do something that i would later on regret.
“when your ready theres breakfast on the table” i stated allowing myself one glance in his direction before i turned, leaving my son to get ready for another day of school.
i didn’t know when it happened but i always had this close relationship with Ethan. i always loved him with all my heart and it had only been this past year that i realized i loved him more than any mother should love their child.
Now everytime he walked in the room i would feel this burning fire that would just…throb in my core and i would have to close my legs just to hide the fact that my own son had made me so wet just from walking into the room.
His father was away on buisness, never staying longer than a few days at a time before he would disappear for months on end.
Even with the limited time together he wouldn’t even touch me more than a kiss or a one armed hug. I was driven mad with sexual frustration almost every night being around Ethan constantly.
My only solice and refuge was that in the confines of my room with nothing more than a man made toy that quenched my desires and consoled my loneliness
And every night i would have to bury my head in my pillows to keep Ethan from hearing me scream his name.
I passed by one of the hallway mirrors on my way back to the kitchen. I glimpsed my reflection and stopped.
I thought myself pretty but not overly so, but after my husbands ignorance i was beginning to doubt that.
i had long aubrun hair that curled and waved till it stopped in the center of my shoulderblades.
i didn’t have tanned skin like Ethan because everytime i stepped out into the sun i came out burnt and red as a tomato.
I had shapely eyebrows that i made sure to keep perfectly shaped and neat. they along with my long eyelashes framed my bluish grey eyes.
i had angular cheekbones and round full lips. My breasts were a good size, big enough to fill out my hands when i cupped them.
my waist was small but my hips were wider, not overly big that i was too curvy. just enough that i had an hourglass shape
I turned away from the mirror and made my way down the stairs to the kitchen. I was clad in my dark black pencil skirt that stopped just above my knee and hugged my curves just right. i wore a simple baby blue silk blouse that i had on underneath my black suit jacket.
My hair i wore pulled to the back the majority of it i kept down so that it cascaded down my shoulders in beautiful waves.
I made myself a coffee as the sounds of the shower going on upstairs made me look up. I groaned leaning against the counter as images of Ethan naked standing under the spray ran through my mind.
I gripped the edges of the counter to keep from yanking up my skirt and dealing with the wetness that was already beginning to soak my panties.
Suddenly the trilling of my phone made me jump in surprise. I ran to the table that was littered with my papers for my company meeting and quickly sifted through them digging for my phone.
When i finally got it i placed it to my ear and answered. “hello bobby” i breathed listening carefully as he listed off some key points that the two of us were going to be discussing.
in the meantime the coffee maker finished giving off a soft chime. I walked over to the counter and poured myself a glass and adding 3 sugars,
i never liked milk in my coffee so i always had it black. i took a sip looking at the counter as i replied to everyone of his questions.
i gasped when my coffee cup was pulled out of my hands. i pivoted on my foot to see Ethan taking a swig of my coffee.
I glared swatting my hand at him as he downed my drink. He gave me a wicked grin handing me back my nearly empty cup.
My breath caught in my throat. He was so handsome. He had his fathers eyes, dark brown, almost like molten honey.
and his lips that just screamed seduction and perfection. I bit my lip looking away as i replied to another of bobby’s question.
Over the phone i could hear him sitting down at the table and taking a few pieces of toast to eat. “so i guess that’s it” bobby stated with finality before bidding me goodbye and ‘i’ll see you soon.
with that i snapped my phone closed and grabbed the coffee pot making myself another one.
“thank you for being such an admirable son” i teased sarcastically as i sat down at the table, taking my papers and putting them away neatly.
he gave me a cheeky grin taking another bite of his toast. “always at your service mom.” he chuckled.
20 minutes later i was pulling on my heels while i searched frantically for my car keys. “where the bloody hell did i put those darn keys?” i growled under my breath as i searched once more through my bag.
“looking for these?” i heard from behind me. i turned to see Ethan dangling my keys from his finger a large smile on his lips.
i let out a pent up breath before nodding and taking them from him. “thank you sweetie.” i murmured sticking them into my purse.
“no problem mom. I gotta go, i’ll see you later.” he said stepping up to me and kissing me on the cheek. he did this every morning and like every morning i fought back a blush and the wish that the reason he kissed me was because he meant it as more than just a son saying goodbye to his mother.
“oh! that reminds me. I’m going to be late tonight Ethan, i have a big corporate Gala to go to in a few days and i’m part of the setting up team, so here’s some money to order pizza or what ever you like.” i stated pulling out a 20$ bill and handing it over to Ethan.
“what time will you be coming home?” he asked a frown in place. i shrugged unsure of the time. “probably between 10 and midnight” i rambled off, before ushering him out the door so i could lock up.
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That night when i let myself into the house i made sure to be quite, afraid of waking up Ethan. i slipped off my heels and padded up the stairs, letting out a tired sigh and running my hand through my tangled hair.
Just as i was passing Ethan’s door a muffled groan made me stop. I frowned in curiosity before brushing it off. I moved to take another step when i heard the sound again.
turning,i gently grabbed his door handle and opened it a crack. i peered inside and nearly died right there and went to heaven.
Ethan was standing over his bed, his eyes shut in pure ecstasy, his muscled chest bare and shiny with sweat. He wore only a pair of running shorts that were currently pushed down till they hung off his thighs, while his hand pumped rythmically over his throbbing erection.
from what i could see, Ethan was a solid 9 inches long his girth a good size that his hand was able to circle right around its width.
i instantly became wet, my eyes locking onto Ethan working his hand up and down his penis. I bit my lip to hide my whimper as i leaned against the door frame and trying to fight the itching my hand was having as my body throbbed with need.
The sound of Ethan cursing under his breath made me look up, afraid that he had seen me but when i noted that his eyes were still shut i let out a shaky breath.
He looked older and down right irrestible with his brow furrowed in pleasure and his mouth hanging open slightly as he panted with effort.
He let loose a loud groan as his hand began flying over his cock, his muscles rippling as he started bucking into his hand.
my breathing accelerated as i imagined Ethan making the same noise and movements as he pounded into me.
By now my pussy was throbbing so badly and my panties were completely soaked, causing my juices to begin to run down my thighs.
“oooh fuck” he growled moving his other hand under his cock and massaging his firm balls, his other hand beginning to rub over the tip of his cock, spreading the precum that was leaking from its slit.
i unconciously licked my lips, just wishing that i could taste him on my tongue, and feel his hardness in my mouth.
Then that’s when Ethan came. His back arched, his hips thrusting blindly into his hand as he shot one long string of semen one right after another all over his bed sheets.
he grunted, his chest huffing as he continued to milk his cock of every drop of cum before he stumbled sidways, catching himself on the edge of his bed.
He lied back on the soft covers, running a hand through his hair as his hand still massaged his balls. I gripped onto the edge of the door frame just to keep myself from collapsing to the ground.
My core was now throbbing after seeing him shoot his load. I quickly moved away from his door making sure to be quiet as i stumbled to my room, closing my door behind me.
i all but ran to my bedside table, yanking open the drawer and pulling out the dildo i had bought the year before.
i’ve never needed to get off so badly then i did now. i yanked my skirt up, the fabric bunching up on my hips as i walked over to the edge of my bed frame.
i lifted my leg and hiked it over the railing using it to hold myself in place so i could get the most pleasure out of my masterbating
I quickly pulled aside my soaking panties and lined the dildo up with my entrance. Not wasting any time i pushed the dildo into my pussy letting out a groan of pleasure as it filled me, stretching the walls of my vagina.
I imagined it was Ethan rather than a plastic toy, his hands slipping into my shirt as he thrusted up into me, his hot breath tingling my neck and shoulder.
unconciously i slipped my hand under my bra and started tweaking my nipples as i thrust the dildo into my aching pussy, moaning and sighing with pleasure.
I imagined ethan whispering dirty things in my ear as he slammed his hard dick into me, the feel of his balls slapping against my clit.
“yesss” i moaned breathlessly, undulating my hips as i rocked my hips back and forth, my hand still thrusting the dildo into my pussy.
“oh god…ethan” i let myself whisper, remembering the look on his face as he stroked his cock. I whimpered moving my hand faster as i felt my orgasm coming closer and closer.
“feels so fucking good” i whimpered, my body beginning to shake as my hand moved even faster, the dildo now flying in and out of my pussy as i tried to mimick him slamming his cock into me.
Then suddenly my toes curled and my body quaked as i toppled over the edge of the cliff a loud screech escaping my lips as i climaxed, my hands instantly grabbing the railing i was leaning over using that to keep myself steady as my legs threatened to give out on me, leaving the dildo buried in my pussy.
I hadn’t heard the door open nor the gasp of surprise as i road out the waves of pleasure. almost a minute later my body was still shaking, my breathing eratic as i reached down pulling the dildo out of my soping wet pussy.
i groaned running a hand over my slit and feeling my juices running down my legs. “m-mom?” i heard someone choke out from behind me.
i spun, dropping my leg and saw to my horror Ethan standing there with his jaw dropped wearing a pair of sweat pants and no shirt.
“e-ethan!” i cried, looking at the dildo in my hand and quickly hiding it behind my back and yanking down my skirt in the porcess to hide my nakedness.
“w-what are you doing here?” i murmured looking anywhere else but directly in his eyes. fearing what i would see, after he had caught me masterbating with a fucking plastic dildo.
my cheeks heated to an incredible degree as i waited for his answer. “i-i heard you scream” he mumbled. i was worried.”
“well i-m fine.” i blushed again. “i-i think you should go back to your room” i breathed still not meeting his gaze.
“but i-” he started stopping when i cut him off.
“please just go ethan.” i whispered closing my eyes and biting my lip, trying not to cry with humiliation.
when i heard the click of my door closing i opened my eyes and when i knew i was alone for sure i collpased onto the ground hot tears falling down my cheeks.
how was i going to face ethan after this?

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Titcage (Chapter 12)

Claire has been made to take work experience at “Titcage”, a lobby organisation created to degrade women. The work and its requirements are slowly degrading Claire and, in stages, turning her into the kind of slut they want.

JAZZ PIANO PLAYER

A really great jazz pianist is playing for a jam session and a nightclub owner is listening to him wow the crowd with his playing ability. The club owner goes over to the pianist after the session and asks him if he is currently booked somewhere. The piano player tells him that he doesn’t have any gigs lined up and so the bar owner asks him if he would like to come in and audition for his nightclub. The pianist agrees and goes over to the guy’s club.
The club owner asks him if he can play a nice ballad. The pianist says that he can and starts playing this beautiful ballad. The club owner is almost in tears over the wonderful melody and asks the pianist what the name of that tune was. The pianist replies, “I call that tune, Bend Over Baby I Want to Screw your Brains Out.”
The club owner is appalled that the tune has such a horrible sounding name and asks the pianist if he could change it to better fit into the high standards of his club. The pianist tells the club owner that all of his music is original material and that he cannot change his standards just to fit this particular situation; that he has an image to maintain of keeping his music pure and original.
So the club owner then asks the pianist to play an up-tempo number and the pianist does. Again the music sounds superior and the club owner asks him for the name of that tune. The piano player replies, “that is another original tune I call, Open Up Baby, I Want to Come in Your Mouth.”
Again the club owner is appalled and tells the pianist that he runs a respectable club and he doesn’t want someone playing a tune by that name. The club owner is scratching his head deciding what he is going to do with this situation when the pianist asks him where his bathroom is. After a short while the pianist emerges from the bathroom with his fly unzipped and his dick hanging out. The club owner says to him, “do you know your fly is unzipped and your dick is hanging out?”
“Know it!” replied the pianist, “I wrote it!”

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Coming of Age

Coming of age for Lisa means being thrown out on the street. It was either slavery or the shelter. Soon, Lisa finds out there are no choices in life.

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I’m back and posting again. After I get the old stories up I’ll be writing new ones.

Mom’s Horney Pills

Mom’s Horny Pills r
My mom Megan, felt she was not performing in bed very well. She didn’t get dad, who was way older, turned on anymore. She didn’t want dad to stray to another woman so she went to the Doctor.
This was a new Doctor, and he was a young guy which she felt may be better suited for her problem. She told him she wanted to turn her husband on and be hotter in bed for him.
Mom had a killer hot body. She had beautiful smooth skin, big tits, perfect hips and legs.
This Doctor saw opportunity to take advantage of her. He gave her a pelvic exam and massaged her G spot, her clit and then masturbated her. He said everything worked, but she just needed ‘sex lessons’. She like his ‘treatment’ and he had made her very sexually excited. She wanted to go back once a week for his ’special’ treatment. He continued masturbating her each week and showed her things that stimulated her sexually. She liked this even more. ‘Sex lessons‘, she called it.
He would always give her a ‘special pill’ at the start of the appointment and then he started showing her about kissing and feeling her body. She kept his ‘treatment’ very secret, but loved him turning her on each week. After he got her very hot, then he would always masturbated her on the table. She was loving all this and found she was having urges to have sex with him. “Show me more, Doctor.” she would say to him. He would say: “Ok”, and then go further each time.
He would unhook her bra and feel her tits. He started kissing them and sucking on her nipples. Next he would lift up her patient gown, and began to kiss her pussy. He licked it and sucked on her clit as she bucked her hips with delight. He had her feel his boner and then suck on it all in the name of ’sex lessons’. One appointment he was masturbating her while she sucked on his boner. She blurted out to put his boner in her and show her how to fuck real good.
He said: “No, I can’t do that. You’ll have to find someone else to do that.”
She said: “But my husband won’t even talk about sex. He just has sex with me for about two minutes and then he’s done. That’s the end of our sex life. I try to turn him on, but I guess I need practice.
After the session, she thought as she drove home….’I know, I’ll ask Johnny to help me.’
That’s when she thought of me, Johnny, her son. Not knowing all this yet, I was 16 and I loved my mom’s hot body and I fantasized about fucking her many times.
That next day, it started. Mom came in my room after dad had left for work. She had on a see through night gown. I could see her big red bra, and red panties thru her white night gown. I was still in bed and she sat down beside me to have a talk with me. She explained her problem and wanted to ’just practice’ turning me on.
I didn’t know what to say at first, but finally the idea sound pretty hot to me and I said ’ok’ …’just for practice’, I’ll do it. The idea sounded hotter and hotter the more I thought about it. I was to tell her ’if’ and ’how much’ she was turning me on. I said ’ok’. She said first she had to go take a pill.
She came back about 20 minutes later. I lay in bed anxiously waiting. She whispered: (“…watch this.”) She began to slowly take her bra shoulder straps down while she still had her night gown on. Damn, she was going to do a strip for me right now.
She looked hot as she took down the shoulder straps and wiggled her arms out of them. She dropped the top of her night gown down to just below her bra. She turned around and sat with her back to me. She asked me to unhook her bra. She reached back and guided my hands to the hooks. When I unhooked it, she guided my hands under her loose bra around to her front and now my hands were full of both of her hot tits. She said: “If you feel ’turned on’, go ahead and feel them all you want.”
I couldn’t believe the luck I was having. Mom had nice full tits, so I proceeded to feel them. She and I were breathing hard as I felt them and her hard nipples. I had never seen her sexually excited, and it was exciting me. Those ‘special’ pills were making her horny, no doubt about it.
She was using me to test out her sex appeal. She became like a hungry animal as she got aggressive with me. She turned, pushed me back on my bed. She jerked her bra out and, opened up her night gown and laid on top of me. Her big tits were bare against my chest. She put her head down by my ear and began to….well…I’d call it ..’moaning talk’. Her voice was soft, sexy and she kinda whispered. She moaned as she talked with little ’oooo’s’. She was breathing hard and her pussy was resting right on my dick. She asked me: “ …feel my body …Johnny.”
I closed my eyes and put my hands under her night gown. Her skin was very warm as she squirmed on top of me. I felt the sides of her tits and down to her ass. She got kinda hyper and her hands were all over me. She was breathing heavy in my ear. She was feeling me up and kissed my neck. She did some more moaning talk….
“….oh baby, you’d like to have sex with me, wouldn’t you Johnny. You want me bad, don’t you. I want you to want me, tell me how much I turn you on and you want me bad….tell me…say it…”
I was in shock as I have never seen my mom act this way. I told her how I felt. “Mom, you’re the hottest mom ever. You turn me on perfect….I’m getting a boner…and… “
She was rubbing her pussy on my boner now. “YES!…go on!” she said. I was in shock at her actions. She acted like she was going to rape me or something. I said: “Yes, you turn me on a lot and yes, I’d like to have sex with you.”
That was just the first morning. The next morning as soon at dad’s car left, here she came again. She had already taken her pill. She came in with a new pink nightie that left her half naked. A tiny top barely covering her ’no bra’ tits, and tiny little panties. She spun around for me to admire it, and her. She laid on top of me again and started that moan talk again. “You liked that, mmmmm, didn’t you Johnny. I can feel your erection under me.
I need your help.
I need to be masturbated bad. I’ll show you what to do.
My mind was going crazy. Fantasizing about my mom was one thing…but… actually doing something, that was something entirely different. She didn’t wait for my answer and laid us on our sides. She took off her nightie and little panties. She took my hand and put it on her wet pussy. My dick went to max hard instantly. Next thing I knew, she had three of my fingers in her wet pussy. She had her legs wide open and used both her hands to push and work my fingers in and out of her pussy. She had me massage her big clit with my other hand.
This was crazy, but I was loving it. She whispered for me to feel around for a certain area called her ‘good’ spot. She instructed me and I went right to it.
I was fingering my mom and liking it. She began to moan and held my wrist tight with both hands. She use my fingers as a dick in her. I was masturbating my own mom.
“That’s it Johnny…that’s it baby…oooo….you got it….this turns you on, doesn’t it. You wish it was your boner in me, don’t you…you can say it, tell me how bad you want to have sex with me…..say it.”
I told her what she wanted to hear.
I got to listen and watch my own mom orgasm with my fingers in her warm wet pussy.
I shot a load in my pajama bottoms.
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I had fucked several girls at my age and ate pussy too. This was changing everything. All I could think about was my mom and how hot she was making me. I had wonderful wet dreams about fucking her, eating her warm pussy and her giving me wonderful blow jobs. All these things I hoped….were headed in that direction for real.
Each morning got hotter. When I didn’t think it could get any better.
I waited for mom to come to my room. She would spot my boner and smile. “Already turning you on, am I?” she would say. She would do her sexy tease dance, and watch my eyes get excited.
This morning she told me she wanted to turn me on a new way. She took off my pajama bottoms and started feeling my hard dick. She slowly jacked me and then leaned over and started sucking on my boner.
I went into shock.
She said: “You let me know how I’m doing Johnny, ok?” She got naked and turned herself to go 69. Her wet pussy was staring me in the face. She reached down and pulled my head into her pussy as she began sucking on my dick. She lifted one leg. Opening her pussy wide. How could I resist. She pulled my head into her pussy. “Is that a turn on Johnny?….put your fingers in me like I taught you.” she said. I went for her ’good’ spot and listened as she moaned.
She teased my boner with her tongue. I would just about cum, and she would pull off and do something else. She began to push her clit to my lips and started humping my face. I couldn’t hold off cuming any longer. She seemed to know it and put my dick all the way in her mouth.
I exploded my cum in her mouth. She moaned a victory moan and then held my head and face fucked my tongue hard. She orgasmed a big one. My dick just kept pumping cum in her mouth as she rubbed my face on her pussy and shook hard. I got dizzy it felt so good. Finally she said: “Wow, I must have really turned you on Johnny!….that was fantastic!”
I didn’t have any cum on me, she had licked it all off and swallowed it all.
Sex with mom was the best ever. She wants to be desired, and now I’m going to make her squirm with desire for me. I now dream of fucking her all the time. She got me so hot for her, it’s time to turn her on, like she does me.
After our showers, I had time until dad gets home. She wasn’t expecting me to start turning her on. She wore her robe most of today. I knew she had nothing on under it, but I sure knew what was under it. She had such a smooth hot body. Such nice tits and sexy legs. I found her in the laundry room. I came up behind her and put my arms around her. She sighed big and leaned her head back on me. I whispered: (“..mom, you shouldn’t wear this sexy robe around the house, a guy could come up behind you and molest you. I know you wouldn’t want that. He might just want you so bad he’d feel your tits
( I reached in her robe and felt her nice tits.), feel your ass, ( ran my hand over her naked ass) and reach thru your robe and feel your warm pussy. (I felt her pubic hair and ran a finger down her damp slit.) She was gasping for air now. She moaned out between breaths : “Oh…thank you…. Johnny…..I…never thought about that…will you protect me from a guy…. who wants me so bad, he would put his… hands on my body…and make me all hot…and horny…you know how….I might not want that…..”
Megan thought…. Oh my god…I’m so elated at Johnny’s lust for me.
It was suppose to be a test to see if I could still turn a man on. I didn’t think about his reaction to my turning him on.
That tells me it’s dad, and not me.
I haven’t been turned on by a guy in a very long time. I want a lot more of this from Johnny. His hands have got me so horny, I’m dizzy. He’s making me want to have sex with him so bad. I don’t have the will power to stop this. Keep going Johnny…just keep going….
Johnny’s thoughts….Her little test showed she can really turn on a guy. I don’t know what dad’s problem is but I want to have total sex with mom. We both want it, and it’s going to happen.
I started feeling her body all over from behind her. I slowly took off her robe, I let her robe drop to the floor. She was shaking, waiting for my next move. I lowered my shorts. My boner was sticking between her legs. She moaned and back up tight to me. She spread her legs apart and leaned down on the washer. My boner went in her wet pussy by itself.
I held her smooth hips and started our first fuck. Her pussy was wet and warm as my dick slid in all the way. She began to moan and fucking back on me.
Megan thought… Oh damn Johnny, you feel so good in me, fuck me like I’ve wanted for so long now. I’ve never been fucked from behind before. I’ve got a thousand new hot feelings….oooo fuck me hard and make me climax hard…I need it…I need it bad…cum in me baby…I want to feel you shoot it in me…Oh god it’s happening…..oh baby yes….
Johnny’s reaction…My boner fits in her so hot, I’m going to hold her tits when I cum…I have to cum now…ooooo damn….
She fucked back on my boner so fast, her ass was a blur. She was moaning so loud, as our bodies were slapping together…. she made me cum extra hard. I jerked and shoved my cum in her deep, over and over. My mind went crazy and my legs got weak. She could somehow squeeze her pussy on my boner. It felt out of this world.
She held onto my hands on her tits and just kept fucking and fucking as she kept moaning wonderful sounds. Damn my boner felt hot in her. We squirmed and gasp in euphoria. Her body and mine shook and twitched as it felt so damn good.
There is nothing like the first time…….
Megan….
I’m shaking inside so bad with best climax I’ve ever had. My whole body climaxed, not just my pussy. The feel of his hot cum shooting in me made me go crazy with pleasure. He’s mine…all mine. He better get ready to have a lot of sex with me….I’ve found what has been missing in my sex life. Mmmmm just leave it to me Johnny and cum some more baby…oh…that feels so damn good…mmmmmm…
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Johnny reflects…
Mom’s little horny pills opened the door for us. Now she doesn’t take them.
She tells me that ‘I’m’ her little horny pill now.
I think we’ve fucked in every room in the house now, even on the kitchen table and in dad‘s chair.
She fucks like a 16 year old,…only…
…. a whole lot better….
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Let’s “Play Rape” me! (1)

Let’s play: “Rape Me!”
This all started when I came home early one day and walked in the house thru the garage people door. As I burst in, the wife screamed! She said: “Oh my god, you scared the hell out of me!” She held her chest and gasp for breath as we laughed. She had just taken a shower and had only a towel around her and a towel around her long hair. She had just come into the kitchen for something.
She looked so hot and sexy, she smelled so good, with that fresh shower. I got a evil idea.
My wife has a hot figure, shapely legs and good sized tits. She’s slim and so hot looking with just that towel. I said:
“Well, did we forget to lock the door.? That’s to bad lady. I’ve been watching you for weeks, peaking thru your windows, following you shopping and now I find you alone and half naked.”
She looked at me and froze. She still was holding her hand to her chest from the scare. She slowly backed up against the refrigerator, clutching her towel. I slowly walked towards her. She began to breathe hard. I said: “Let’s just see what’s under that towel, lady.” She looked at me with panic in her eyes. She said:
“You get the hell out of her mister!”
“Now is that anyway to treat an admirer lady?”
“Don’t even think about trying anything, you creep!”
“Shhhhhh, don’t you yell out, I can’t wait to put my hands all over you?” She shivered, and gasped.
“My husband will be home any minute now, he‘ll kill you!”
“No he won’t, I know your husband, and I put something in his coffee at work. He’ll sleep in his car for the next 8 hours.” She looked at my hand rubbing my boner, her eyes wide open with panic.
I walked quietly closer to her. She had that ‘scared shitless’ look on her face. I got next to her face and started kissing her neck . I whispered: “You smell good enough to eat.” and I slowly licked around her ear.….she mumbled ‘please don’t do that.’ Then she said:
“Oh god, stop that, that gives me goose bumps, you slime!”
“I see you have a couple of nice bumps under that towel, don’t you?”
“They’re for my husband, not you, you creepy bastard!” I now whispered in her ear. “He’s not here, and your nice tits need attention.” I slowly reached out and turned her around. I put my hands around her and felt those nice big tits, as I breathed on the back her neck. I lifted her towel in the back and pushed my boner against her ass. She was really breathing hard now, her hands were trembling.
“You wouldn’t dare do anything to me! It’s not my fault I make you crazy with desire for me. Don’t even think about taking my towel off, and feeling my bare breasts.”
“Too late lady, now drop that towel, right now.”
“NO!, I’m not going to help you molest me.”
I slowly reached around her and un-tucked her towel at her cleavage. I let it slowly descend down her body giving her hot chills, and tossed it aside. I watch the goose bumps crawl up her neck. I pulled the towel off her long hair, and tossed that aside. I pushed her up against the refrig., and pushed my hardon
against her ass tight. I felt those wonderful tits as she leaned her head back on me. “Oh god, don’t do that, mister, your making me all horny, and I hate that! My husband will kill you for touching his property.”
I said: “Give me your hand lady.” I put her hand on my warm boner. Her hand was shaking as she felt it. Then she jerked it away. She muttered: “your disgusting”.
“Let’s take a little walk to your bedroom, little miss married bitch teaser,” as I move my hand to her pussy.
“I didn’t tease you, your just a dirty man….Oh…god.. ….please don’t touch my vagina like that,” She said.
I grabbed her wet hair and walked her to the bedroom, holding her firm from behind. She tried to break away, she fought me all the way. I whispered: “Hold still, bitch!”
“Is this where he makes love to you?”
“He’s a wonderful lover, not a rapist like you!”
“Shut up, miss high and mighty, and lie on the bed face down.”
“I won’t do it!” I pushed her onto the bed, and held her down. I put her arms out and spread her legs.
“Now stay that way, or I’ll tie your wrists and ankles that way.”
“What are going to do, you sick raper.”
“I’m going to get you ready for the best fuck you’ve ever had, lady.”
“Ohhhhh! ….you wouldn’t DARE!”
I tried to kick me with her legs, but I held her down. I started licking her. She shivered over and over. I kept going and licked her body, as she moaned. She was trembling now. I said: “Don’t you move lady.“ I took my clothes off, laid on her back.
“Get off me, you pervert!, your hurting me!”
“That’s the idea, I’m going to ‘get off’ in your hot little pussy, lady”
“You’re a nasty man, don’t you dare put your cock in my vagina!”
“You talk to much, maybe you need something in your mouth to suck on.”
“OH…your filthy!, I’m a lady and lady’s don’t put men’s cock’s in there mouths.”
“You’ll beg to suck my dick, when I’m done with you.”
“What are doing back there with my vagina?” I pulled her soft hips up a little and slipped my dick in her warm pussy. Wow, she was wet! Her pussy was hot and ready, and she moaned, “Please stop, mister. Don‘t have sex with me, my vagina is for my husband only. Now get off me!”
Her face was red as she tried to catch her breath, moaning …”Don’t cum in me please, and don’t make me climax with you.” she gasped out.
I had never seen my wife this hot and worked up before. She humped back on my dick deep and moaned so sweet. I held her arms tightly.
“If you have to do me, get it over with, do me fast at least! Fuck me hard, and at least massage my tits and nipples.”
We fucked like wild rabbits in heat, moaning and squirming. She bucked like a mule. Suddenly, she tried to get away. I pulled her back.
She moaned: “You bastard!, don’t you dare rape me, OH GOD….OH SHIT…your making me climax!, …YES!!!” I pulled her hair tight. I pushed my dick in as far at would go. I held her down tight and shot the most I had ever unloaded in her, ever. My cum was oozing every where. She shook and bucked her ass and squeezed her pussy around my dick, still moaning.
We gasp for breath for a long time. She was really spent, mumbling something about being raped so good. I covered her up and let her sleep.
The next day we talked about how exciting that was. She said her heart would speed up just thinking about it. She said she couldn’t remember being that turned on before, ever. It made her tremble inside being raped by a stranger against her will. She leaned over and kissed me hot, and said: “Thanks, stranger.”
Then she said: “Don’t EVER do that again!, unless…. maybe you could surprise me again soon?….please?” I said: “You’re a sick woman, I’ll plan a ‘treatment’ for you. I’m glad I’m a man and don’t have to ever worry about being raped.”
A few days later I was working in the den one afternoon, when I felt an arm go around my neck tight. The person put their hand over my mouth and whispered: “Well, what do we have here? Did we forget to lock the door?, well, get those pants off mister, and get that dick hard because we’re going to fuck, right now.”
(my wife was going to rape me?, a male?, what a wonderfully sick woman.)
She drug me backwards and out of the chair. She stopped and whispered: “Let’s see what you got stud.” She reached around me and felt my now big boner, and squeezed it over and over.
“You better get it harder than that, mister hot pants, I want a real hot mind blowing fuck out of you.”
“ Let me go!, my wife will kill you lady, my dick belongs to her and only her!”
“To hell with that bitch, your going to fuck me now, and fill my pussy with your hot cum, got it?”
“Your disgusting with your gutter talk,” I said.
She began to feel my chest, pinching my nipples. She jerked me down on my knees. She put a blindfold on me. The next thing I felt was warm pussy hair in my face.
“Stick your tongue out mister!.” I felt a wet pussy on my lips, rubbing on my tongue.
“Lick it good, and don’t forget my clit.” I heard moaning, as her pussy smothered my face. Her hands pulling my head into her. I pulled back and said: “Lady, my wife will hunt you down and beat your ass! Your just a nasty bitch.”
“Ha! Your wife is probably screwing somebody else right now.” I felt my clothes being jerked off. She rolled me on top of her.
“It’s showtime mister, now do what I say!”
“Let me go, I love my wife, you man raper!”
“ Ha ha, your dick is mine now, so stick it in me and fill my pussy with cream…. until I scream!”
“Your sick!”
“Just shut up and start fucking me hard!”
I said: “Oh well, since your FORCING me to.” She forced me to kiss her, ramming her tongue in my mouth.
She grabbed my dick and shoved it in her hot wet slick pussy. I felt her legs wrap around me tight. She started fucking me deep, and moaned loud as she slammed my dick deep in her pussy. “Come on mister, FUCK ME!!“ My balls were screaming to let my cum out and I couldn’t hold back anymore. She knew me well and grabbed my butt cheeks and pulled hard as she was about to climax.
“Oooooooooooo God! Mister, fuck me, fuck me, give me hot cum NOW!!!!” We both started moaning and
thrashing on the floor. We locked up and “Gezzzzzzz…oh BABY!..YES YES YES!, we yelled and my balls
pulled so tight and I yelled again. I started flooding her pussy, pump after pump with my hot cum. Cum and juices blending together. We twisted and thrashed on the floor with a wonderful cum and climax. It lingered and lingered as pulses in my dick and her pussy blended together.
After a long rest, I woke her sweet face up and said:
“Lady…LADY!…I think I hear my wife coming, she may have a gun!”
She slowly looked at me with content glazed eyes and said:
“ Fuck the bitch, I own you now mister.”

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its been awhile ive been caught up in some new books i got and skyrim, i put off typing this up and havent written anything for about two weeks enjoy

Confessions of a Divorce Attorney

“I want the Residence in the Hampton, on the East Side, and in Los Angeles, along with that I want three cars of my choosing, and a $4.60 million settlement.” My clients soon to be ex wife’s lawyer presented the settlement to us annoyingly calm.
“That is nowhere near the settlement my client will be willing to agree to.” I replied.
“We will see you in court then, have a good day.” They got up and stormed out of the conference room in my office.
I could see the displeasement in my clients face, I knew we would be able to get a better settlement in court from a judge, but not much of a better settlement. He cheated, and that makes his prenup void, that clause in the prenups tends to be a bitch for successful businessmen that work a lot. I get really exhausted with the utter stupidity these men have marrying these gold digging trophy wives, that are in it for the money 110%. Then they end up being dumbfounded when their wives wait for them to cheat, file for divorce, and take half of everything they have because of an infidelity clause in their prenup. I deal with them on a day to day basis being a divorce lawyer, sometimes I think about leaving the business, then I remember the money is too good to pass up.
“Don’t worry about it, if they won’t agree to a better settlement, we can get a better one from a judge, in court.” I assured him.
“I don’t want to give up anymore than 25% of my assets, and if you can make that happen I will triple your hourly wage.” he replied.
“It will be a challenge, but I like a challenge, I will do my best to keep it under 25%, but you can not go off and do anything stupid like sleep with her sister again.” I informed him.
“I can do that.” he said laughing.
He got up, shook my hand, and walked out of the conference room, I knew if I was going to keep the settlement under 25% I would need to find something big on her. I got up and walked into my office, I got on the phone to call my private investigator, I was too busy to find what I needed on her to settle. I have used the same private investigator since I entered the law profession a couple years ago, he has always stayed loyal to me, and brought me sufficient evidence for whatever I am attempting to accomplish at the time, he was expensive but worth it.
“I need you to find something big on a Elizabeth Lynn Chovacksky, currently resides at
5th Avenue and East 81st Street, unit 995, 12th floor.” I said.
“What outcome are you looking to achieve of this, and what is my time frame?” he asked.
“I need a 25% settlement, on a void prenup due to infidelity, and we have one and a half weeks until we go to court, make it good and I will double your rate.” I replied.
Then the line ended and the dial tone appeared. This kind of work was going to make me go grey young, stressful, and twenty hour work days, six to seven days a week don’t help. I was only twenty six years old, I graduated law school at twenty two, graduated high school when I was sixteen, and started university that fall. Sometimes I wonder if being so successful, so quickly, at such an early age was somewhat robbing me of enjoying my youth. In the long run though I think it was worth it, I am so financially secure, and I have a great career that won’t end anytime soon.That is something I dreamed of having when I was younger, I wanted to be highly successful in whatever career path I chose to follow.
I got up and walked over to the bucket of ice sitting on the coffee table, in the sitting area of my office. I grabbed the ice pick and stabbed a couple pieces of ice off and put it into a scotch glass, I grabbed the bottle of Macallan 64 Year Old in Lalique, from the coffee table,it was my favorite, and I poured myself a glass. I walked over to my desk, sat down, and loosened my tie, sometimes I like to take a break and just drift off thinking about things. Then my secretary walked into my office and placed a folder onto my desk, I hired her last year when I became a partner at the firm. She was sexy as hell, but that wasn’t the only reason I hired her, she graduated top of her class at yale in pre-law. She was very intelligent and smart, sometimes I even used her when I was preparing for a case, she had helped me quite a few times actually.
“You just received a settlement offer from Elizabeth Chovacksky’s lawyer, it came in ten minutes ago.” she said to me.
“Thank you, can you get me a cup of coffee, and reschedule the lunch with Vanderbilt for next week, instead of tomorrow” I replied.
“Of course sir.” she walked out of my office.
I opened the folder, and the request was the residence on the East Side, one car of her choice, and $1.25 million, this is the best settlement he could possibly get. Plus it only came in at around 22% of his total worth, I was raking in triple my hourly rate without even taking the case to court, or paying my private investigator. I asked my secretary to call him and have the investigation canceled because we had a settlement we were prepared to agree upon. I faxed the settlement to my clients office to be signed, I had already signed, his soon to be ex wife had already signed, and her lawyer had already signed. I was ready to be done with this case, and take a much needed vacation back home to Portland to see my family, I hadn’t been back in four years, since I got my law degree. I had a trip planned to go back for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday, and it was Wednesday, only one more work day. It was already 10:00 at night, and I was ready to go home, I had been in the office at 6:00 this morning, and was in the office until 1:30 in the morning last night. Adrianna my secretary had already left, and gone home at 9:00. I got up and walked down the hall to the elevator, the entire office was dark, everyone had gone home already, I usually was the last person to leave and go home at the end of the night. My office was on the 45th floor of the Hearst Building, I got into the elevator and hit the button for the ground floor. I walked outside and rose my hand up calling a taxi cab, when I got home I hung my suit, dress shirt, and tie up, put my watch into its case, and got into bed.
I laid there in bed in my boxers, I was kind of horny, and all I could think about was Adrianna, the more I thought the harder my dick got. I started beating my cock, imagining her sucking on my cock, while I hold onto her blonde hair, then I imagined myself fingering her bare shaved pussy while licking her clitorus side to side, while she held onto my hair and moaned my name. Then I imagined spreading her legs open and rubbing her pussy with my dick, until I slowly slid it into her while she was moaning my name. Right as I imagined shoving my cock into her I cummed all over my chest, legs, sheets, and my hand, I don’t remember the last time I cummed this much. After that I was so exhausted that I started to drift out, and before I knew it I was out and asleep.
I woke up the next morning to my alarm at 4:30, I was pumped and ready to go for the day, because tomorrow I would be flying out to Portland. I did one hour of workouts in my boxers, then got ready and was out to the office by 5:30, got to the office at 6:00. I had breakfast ready and sitting on my desk, Adrianna got me breakfast every morning, on my desk by 6:00. Next to my breakfast this morning was a folder, which I found off because I wasn’t involved in any ongoing cases. I sat down at my desk with my cup of coffee, and opened the folder, there was five photocopied pictures of pussy and titts, and if I didn’t know any better I would guess of it was Adrianna. I called Adrianna into my office to figure out who had delivered this folder.
“Where did this folder come from?” I asked.
“Well I took the photos on the photocopy machine, and put them in the folder for you.” she replied.
“Uhm, why?” I was completely confused, and almost speechless.
“I thought you would like it, I see you checking me out around the office when you see me around, plus you have been really stressed out.” she replied.
“So what does this mean?” I asked.
“Well you tell me.” she said while walking over and sitting on my lap.
“Uhhh I don’t know.” I replied.
“Then I guess I will have to show you what it means.” she said while sitting on my lap and grabbing my half erect cock through my trousers.
I pushed the button on my desk that makes the glass walls around my office white out, then I started kissing Adrianna. Caressing her tongue with my tongue, and grabbing her tits. My cock was hard and throbbing, I had her on my lap, moving around, and rubbing my cock with her hand. She stood up, got onto her knees, undid my belt, and took my cock out of my trousers. She stared at it for about 30 seconds while rubbing it, then started to suck on it, instantly there was immense pleasure, I wanted to cum all over her face. I had fantasised about fucking her, and her sucking on my cock many times since I hired her, but now it was actually happening. I stood up as she stood up and unzipped her dress, she sat down in my chair, I slipped her heels off and tossed them, pulled her dress down and tossed it. She was sitting there in my chair, in nothing but a bra, and a thong, staring at me with my throbbing cock hanging out of my undone, and unzipped trousers. She was so beautiful and sexy, her tits were if I had to guess a D cup, she had a sexy ass, that I learned I loved to grab onto, and she definitely knew how to suck cock. I took my tie off and my shirt and threw them to the ground, got down on my knees slid her pink laced thong off, and started licking her bare pussy. I slid my finger into her pussy while I licked her clitorus side to side, she was holding onto my hair with both hands and pulling me deeper into her pussy while moaning. Her pussy tasted so good, and it was so warm, I wanted to lick her pussy every day until I died.
She stood up and I shoved her down bending over my desk, I undid her bra and tossed it to the ground, slipped my shoes and trousers off, and with my trousers went my boxers. I started rubbing her pussy from behind her with my cock, then I lined it up, it was so wet that I didn’t even have to spit on it, or use any kind of lubricant. My cock slid right into her hot pussy, her pussy lips were pink and swollen, her tits were hard, I started going gently and soft. Then I started speeding up and my balls started smacking against her thighs, She was moaning, she was so naughty, I could tell she loved rough sex. I spread her cheeks apart and watched my cock go in and out of her pussy, I took my dick out of her and flipped her around, lined my cock up and slid it into her pussy. She grabbed onto my ass cheek with one hand, and scratched my back with her other hand, she was leaving hickies all over my chest, I was fucking her so hard my balls were starting to hurt from smacking her ass. I knew I was near cumming inside of her, and I didn’t want to take the risk of getting her pregnant. So I took my cock out of her pussy and slid it into her asshole, her face turned into pure pleasure,I could tell she wasn’t expecting it at all. I started fucking her as hard as I could, while rubbing her clitorus, she was holding onto me tighter than any girl ever had. I was about to cum, so grabbed onto her blonde hair with one hand, and put my other hand around her back. Then I erupted into her asshole, it felt like I cummed for 35 seconds straight, it was the best orgasm I had ever had in my life. I took my cock out of her and cum just started pouring out of her, she was laying there with sweat running down her body, smiling at me, I was sweating too, it was a hell of a cardio workout.
I reached for my boxers, slide them on, then slide my trousers back on, tightened my belt, put my undershirt on, slid my dress shirt on, buttoned it up, then tied my tie. By the time I was fully dressed, I turned around and saw Adrianna was dressed and laying on one of the couches in my office, I pushed the button and turned the glass transparent again. She was sitting there with a glass of scotch, she had another glass sitting on the coffee table, I walked over and grabbed it, and sat down in the chair next to the couch. I couldn’t believe I just fucked my secretary.

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