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Allison had shared some dark fantasies with me. Sometimes we would talk about them as we made love and she would cum so hard. Many of her fantasies involved some public exposure and humiliation; getting seen fucking, that kind of thing.

“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone. “If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.” She grinned while crafting her message. Similar to Margo, Julia had a sarcastic edge to her personality. She was funny, but you wouldn't often see it in her expression. Her bright green eyes were obscured by heavy eyelids. After a moment of intense typing and organizing papers, I was ready for her response. “Late,” she remarked, giving a playful golf clap before setting her phone down. “Ok.” She sighed. “So yeah. I think you should come over tomorrow.” I thought I got her meaning right away but decided to play it cool. “Like, for a session?” Julia tilted her head. “Well, yeah. That’ll be the cover if it comes to it. It’s not gonna matter.” “Why won’t it?” “No one’s gonna know you’re here,” she said. “Right.” “So we have early dismissal,” she said. “I’m home by 12:15. They’re gonna be at work until 5. So yeah.” “I see,” I said. “So you could tell them you asked me to come for a session, for SAT sake.” “Yeah.” She smiled again, not sarcastically but in an enticing way. Julia was a light-skinned Indian teen. She had braces to go along with those heavy green eyes. She was athletic and fit. Varsity tennis for her high school. But maybe most surprisingly, she had a booty. Like, a real serious one. A booty that captured the word itself. And she was tall, which gave that booty of hers an extra ‘o’ or two. “Wow, this is kinda crazy,” I said. “So, like, this is what you want?” I was sitting at her dining table, the street view from the window directly in front of me. I glanced instead up and to my left, at the top of the stairs that led to her bedroom. The thought of me walking up there gave me a nervous excitement in my stomach. She laughed for just a moment and put her palms flat onto the table. “Ok, I know.” She exhaled. “So, yeah, I feel I just need to say this. Even though I know you already know.” She exhaled again. “I like you, dude.” “Yeah.” “And, yeah, like, I dunno if I want to...yet. But, we could at least, play around.” I was trying to keep it cool but my heartbeat was speeding up. “Yeah. I mean, I just have to feel certain that we don’t have any potential problems.” “Yeah for sure. So, no one’s gonna be home. No neighbors, no, like, cleaners, no surprises for tomorrow. And they never never just drop by or anything. They’re like all the way in Mountain View.” “There’s no cameras in the house?” I asked. “Dude, no!” “Well, I’m just making sure!” I said. “Yeah yeah I get it I get it,” she said. She squirmed in a cute little way in her seat. “Also, oh my god this is so awkward. I’m not like...experienced, if you get me.” For years there had been new erotica fantasies in my head that I never got to try. Timing was most of it. Conditions had to be just right. I hoped, at least, someone would think it’s hot. I felt a rush at that very moment, to take a risk, at least in my head, and suggest it to her. “I have an idea I’ve never tried before but would love to.” She replied with an "ok" in the way you do when you're pretending to trust someone, yet deep down, you're uncertain about what might happen. I understood the emotion she was experiencing. I could relate. I certainly didn't want to make her uneasy. In fact, I had a strong urge to do the opposite for her, and I was confident that my idea matched her comfort level. That was a significant reason why I felt ready to take the risk of speaking up initially. “Ok, so, we put on a song. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed, the front side. You face away from me and sit in my lap.” When I spoke of having her sit in my lap, it was like we had broken a wall of awkwardness. We were now in it, together, being fully real with ourselves. That made us both settle into each other's gazes and indulge in the details. “So you’re dry humping me. We have all our clothes on, just like now, our jeans. And we keep going until the new song comes on. We can, like, plan out the songs, ya know? But then for the new song, we switch into pajamas, do the same thing.” Julia also had, to go with her bundle of sarcasm, a hearty laugh that sounded everyday and real as they come. She laughed as she clapped the table top and then said “whoaaaaa” like I had said something edgy. “I like it,” she added. It was then silent and quick to feel awkward, and she interrupted the silence with a big laugh that was agreeable. “And then,” I said, “then the new song comes on, and now we’re in our underwear. And the last song...well…” “Na--ked,” she said. We both laughed. Her heavy eyes looked at me seductively, but at the same time that look of seduction looked like someone pretending to be seductive. The fact that she was so unfamiliar with the type of stuff we were talking about added a whole level of hotness to the situation. “So...what happens after that?” she asked. I smiled and put my hands up. “Nothing, possibly. Something else, possibly. You fully decide, no matter what.” We shared some seconds in silence, while smiling to each other. Julia had her arms crossed on the table, her chin settled onto them. She lifted her head and exhaled into a smile. “Dude, I’m in,” she said. “Oh my god, this is crazy. I can’t believe we’re gonna do this.” “Just as long as you want to,” I said. “I want to,” she said. I stood up and patted my backpack. “Ok, you said 12:15...so, like 1? 130?” “1 is good,” she said. “Oh my god. Should we, like, oh my god I’m so awkward, dude, I dunno how to say things.” I smiled at her. “Should we,” she said, “like. I think we should kiss first. Like, right now.” We gradually leaned toward each other, and I raised my right hand to gently cradle the left side of her cheek and chin. I softly tilted her head and tenderly kissed her lips, which grew even softer. Meanwhile, my left hand held her securely at her hip. She playfully nibbled on my lower lip as we caught our breath from the rush of emotions. When it paused for a moment, I couldn't help but whisper "wow". “This is a good idea,” she said before a laugh. We had a couple quick pecks in a row and then let go of each other. Julia fanned herself and told me it was time to stop. “Ok,” I said. “I gotta get going anyway. So, 1. I’ll plan to show up then. Maybe I’ll park around the corner and just walk to your doorstep, in case of snoopy neighbors or something.” “But they’d see you if you’re walking up. This isn’t a thing, dude. Just drive up, it’s fine.” “I’m just nervous too!” I laughed, walking to the door. “Alright alright. I’ll...see you then.” She put a hand on my back and said bye. ========================================================================= The following day, I was a bundle of nerves in the best possible way. It was the kind of anxiousness where you're so jittery that you're packed, organized, and ready to leave, even though you still have two hours until you need to go. It's the kind of behavior typical for us anxious types when heading to the airport. Most importantly, I was nervous about what I was going to do with her. I kept an open mind, accepting that anything or nothing might happen and being content with either outcome. The drive was long, and the walk from my car to her front door seemed even longer. I rang the bell and soon heard the sound of jogging footsteps. Julia opened the door, smiling widely with her braces. She wore a white lace top, blue jeans, and a maroon hair bow, her light skin beautifully complemented by the sharp white top, enhancing her warm light brown complexion. I stepped inside, and we hugged as Julia leaned in to kiss me. A sudden panic struck because my instincts reminded me I was there to teach her and that her family was home. I hesitated slightly to accept her touch, but we kissed, and that feeling disappeared as a primal desire surged forward. I caressed her back and let my hands slide down to her hips. I pushed my crotch into her and pinned her against the entrance wall. I had to kiss up a bit because of her height, and as I did so I started grooving my hardness in circles into her jeans. Julia parted from our kiss. “Ok good, I was worried you needed, like, time.” “I wasn’t sure. But, yeah, I’m good.” “I’m in my head too much. I’m just happy you’re here,” she said. It was only then that I realized she had been bouncing up and down a little bit since the door opened. “Come on,” she said. “I just need to, at this point.” I agreed with her but inside it was like I couldn’t catch my breath. But I still felt fine with that feeling. Things were so fast in that moment for me to even process. She grabbed my hand while still bouncing a little. “Ok. Ok.” She jogged ahead, whispering “Ok,” and I followed up the stairs. I felt the bulge in my pants with each step. Her bedroom was at the top and to the left, dimly lit and slightly messy. The thought of making it messier was thrilling. We entered, turned on the warm, soft light, revealing walls in a welcoming honey shade. I sat on the bed facing a TV with clothes blocking one mirrored closet door. To the left was a wall, and to the right, a dresser with scattered clothes and personal items here and there. The room was messy yet welcoming. Julia’s energy was up. She awkwardly turned to different corners of the room, as if looking for something to do. It was cute. And when she turned around, I was staring at her jeans because her juicy ass sprung up and down, and it was a bit hypnotic because her juicy ass sprung up and down. I told her she looked really, really good. “I like how sweet you are,” she said… I was thinking about how close we were to touching each other. The fact, even, that us rubbing and touching each other would cause us to get wild with energy. The fact that that fact is true, is a turn-on in itself. “No one but us,” she said. “No one’s gonna know.” “Hell yeah,” I said. I felt excited and unguarded right then, and it helped the words naturally flow out. “I’m excited for us to feel each other.” “I’m excited too!” she said. She put her hands to her chest and did a little shimmy, saying, “We're gonna touch each other!" She laughed to drown out her perceived awkwardness. She tapped her phone and a Travis Porter song started. Bring it Back. I got instantly hard, and so quickly that it kind of sent me into a stupor. My shock came from the fact that when I played this game out in my head, I imagined that song to be the last song. I was a bit worried that this could be an issue, like it would be too much to handle, but then I had a better thought, that starting with such a turn-on will only make what’s to come even better. Julia was thankfully unaware of this overthinking, as she faced the mirrors and twerked at me to the beat. “Ohhh yeah,” said Julia, through her braces. “Imma back it up on you right now. Back….up….this butt.” She giggled. “Ohhh, sit on me,” I groaned. She saw the way I groaned, and lowered those heavy eyelids even more to look as seductive as she could. She let out a little "mmmmm" in response to my noises, wiggling her butt just a bit. “That’s so hot,” she said. I looked in front of me as she cutely scooted backwards step by step towards my lap, to the beat, and then said, “Here I come…” I grabbed Julia’s warm hips, guiding them steadily, watching her bubble cheeks settle into my crotch. She smelled nice. It was so warm my eyes rolled back for a second, and we collapsed backward onto the bed together, Julia’s back on top of my chest, still in embrace. She was giggling. While she was on top of me, my attention went directly to the warmth below, where her butt met my cock. My shaft was pressing against the zipper, pushing it upward, into a region around her ass that was so frickin’ warm. I swerved my hips into her with just a hint of thrust. She was onto my game instantly. No hesitation she complimented my push with an even stronger swerve that circled and circled. We moaned together, which we then both noticed, which turned us on at the same time and we moaned together again. Then the music came to our attention, the repetition of (bring it) back, back, back, back. We thrusted in unison to it. We started grunting as well. “This is so fucking sexy,” I grunted out word by word. We both grunted with each thrust. Julia laughed and said, “We sound so stupid. But I can’t help it!” I rubbed my hands along her hips and up her sides, just below her medium-sized breasts. “This is so fun,” I said. Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back I was on the edge of the bed, now sitting up, and she was sitting deeply into my lap, lifting herself up and plopping that juicy butt back down with each beat. I watched her butt squish into my crotch, and watched the space between her ass, where her pussy would be, hit the bulge on my jeans to that beat. It was so sexy that I held her steady by the hips, so she was hovering right above my cock, and lifted my bulge into that spot over and over and over, at first to the beat, but my horniness got the best of me and I started thrusting way faster into her. And right at that moment, her speaker, which must have been powered by bluetooth, cut out and the song stopped. But I didn’t. I was too horny and kept thrusting into her jean-covered crevice. Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh like a frickin’ rabbit. The song was still cut-out; the only noise was the friction we were making together. Julia laughed and squealed a bit. “Having fun humping me hard?" I was concentrated on my thrusts so all I really got out was a prolonged “yeahhh” as I continued. “It’s like we’re almost fuckingggg,” she said. “Oh my godddd this is so hot.” Unh unh unh unh unhhhh Somewhere in the middle of it all, the song came back, and very naturally we resumed dry humping to the beat. I leaned both of us forward a bit more and cupped my hands onto her breasts above her top. “Mmm your nipples feel so hard,” I said. Julia laughed. “Uh, duh!” She laughed some more. “Ok, feel this,” I said. I stopped our humps and secured my hands onto the inside of each of her thighs, each hand grabbing her soft flesh. I squeezed and lifted her thighs just a bit and centered the spot where her pussy was, from behind, right onto the high point of my bulge. I slowly yet firmly pressed the tip of my bulge directly onto that hot spot between her legs, then pressed in even more. “Ooooooooh.” She melted and moaned. “Ohh fuuuuck yeeeeah.” I slurred the words almost drunkenly. “Your dick, unhhhhh,” she said, “feels, unhh, so nice.” She melted and I melted and time melted away, and at one point or another the song had ended but it definitely took both of us a while to realize it. I was flat on the bed, Julia on top, kissing me and rubbing her hands all over. What snapped me out of the trance is when she popped up off of me and said, “Time to change!” I took a few breaths as she grabbed some clothing and skipped to the door. She turned back to me and with a cute smile said, “I’ll go to the bathroom. You can change here. See you in a minute!” I took a moment to smile and think about the fun we were having. I pulled my pajamas out of my bag; they were satin and silky, feeling almost weightless. In fact, they were probably too smooth because they did nothing to conceal my erection. It was, honestly, almost like pitching a tent. But hey, I knew what I was doing! The magic of planning ahead… I thought about what was coming. I imagined how much warmer, closer, and more intense it would feel to press my bulge against her warmth. I wondered if I’d even notice a bit of wetness from her… The door suddenly opened and closed. She was wearing a thin green shirt that hung nicely off the tips of her clearly erect nipples. Her pajamas were plaid, in red, brown, and yellow, and seemed much fluffier compared to mine. Her smile faded, and I caught a glimpse of vivid green in her eyes before her eyelids covered them the next moment. “Ohhh dude,” she said. “Those pjs...not hiding anything!” She belted a big laugh. She pressed something on her phone and Made You Look by Nas came on. She put her phone on the dresser without ever breaking eye contact with the sight in front of her. Perhaps that’s an unimportant detail in the big picture, especially with what was to come. But if you wanna know me a little better, with the way I am, with what I value...THAT moment...I will NEVER forget that moment… “I didn’t know you like classic rap,” I said. “Is that what this is?” she said. “I didn’t know. I just googled songs to dry hump to. "Oh!" "It sounded good, especially, like, this one part.” She giggled. “Oh yeah?” I said. I was on the front of the bed, hands holding me up on either side. “Which part?” She walked over to me and turned away and gave me an expression over her shoulder, like a classic movie actress who knew exactly what she was doing. She slid into position and pushed her butt against my cock to push it back, then against my belly button. It wasn’t warm anymore, it was straight-up hot. And in the absolute best way possible, with absolutely no discomfort, like a jacuzzi after you’ve settled into it. And she settled into it and my cock was swallowed by the heat and there was nowhere to escape and no reason to either. She was slowly sliding her crack up my shaft. When the kick of the Nas song came in, that stylized punching sound, like out of a 1950s superhero cartoon, she did a quick and powerful crush of that ass onto my dick. I flinched and said “ooh” when she first did it, and when she did it again I thrust just in time so we were really smashing our naughty parts into each other. “Helllll yeah,” she said. A thrust on every fourth beat. And when that other part of the song happened, the bass line with a bunch of short da-da-da-daaah’s before the kick, she swerved into me like she was waxing a car. She was intentionally teasing me. She’d crush me in a quick move, then lift her ass up so I couldn’t do anything but wait until the next crush. And eventually I’d get rewarded with some sexy lap swerving. What it did was only get me harder, because my cock was now getting less contact than before. She knew it. I knew it. She did it anyway. And the fact that she had control over me made me even more excited, because she was calling the shots, like I had before. Sharing is caring. The sights in front of me were like the trance of a lava lamp. It was so cool to notice the little details, the outline of her full ass, the parts that were squishy and the parts that were firm. The space between her legs was darker plaid and more crinkled than the fabric surrounding. It seemed like she was wet, but honestly it was really hard to tell, and a part of me thought I was projecting more than seeing. It was so hot anyway, so it didn’t really matter. While the crushing and humping and swerving continued, my hands were exploring her upper body underneath her shirt. She was really fit. I could feel her stomach muscles convulsing rhythmically like they were strong ripples on the water. I played games rotating between tickling and pinching and pulling her nippes, depending on how she reacted. I was playing my own little musical game within the game. And that’s when she said, “Let’s switch it up.” She turned around and grabbed both of my hands by interlocking her fingers with mine. Julia pushed my arms against the bed fully stretched apart, and jesus christ it was so sexy as she used her strength, pushing me further up the bed until I nestled my head into the pillows up top. She got on top and did a squat facing me with her feet flat, so from my perspective her crotch area was right above the underside of my shaft. Her pussy heat was beaming rays of energy just an inch away from my pitched tent. “Are you ok with this?” she asked. She almost said it like she was mocking me. But I took it playfully and smiled and nodded my head. Then she took her pajamas and pulled them further up her waist, tightening the fabric around her pussy. I could see a clearer outline of her inner thighs, of her butt cheeks below, and of the space in between. She looked at me and without a word spoken pointed a finger to a spot near the top of that space in between. She took her other hand and pointed a finger to a spot a couple inches below. Her half-open eyes dripped green seduction all over my face and body. I decided to take another risk. I gave her a little push and from her squat position she easily tumbled back onto the bottom half of the bed, her legs spreading apart as she rolled. When she settled her feet, legs still spread, laughing a bit, I scooted up to her and put my finger to my mouth as if to shush her. With my left hand I pointed two fingers at where her clit and vagina would be, like she did just before. But then I took my right hand and presented it to her, as if I was some sort of magician, and pointed a finger from that hand down below her vagina to where her butthole should be. She giggled and squirmed and playfully cooed, “Noooooo.” I pouted my lips as she maintained a smile and I took that finger and stroked it at the spot between her ass cheeks, stroking her asshole with a slow but firm swipe. She flinched and giggled then pushed me back against the bed and dragged me back to where I was before. Back to the squatting position, hovering over me. “Let me take care of that top spot first,” I said. I grabbed the cloth around my erection and formed it into a solid pipe of smooth blue satin. I moaned out some jittery, guttural, dumb-af-sounding moans as I slapped my silky shaft against that top region, giving her clit some welcoming smacks. “Ohhh wow!” she said. “Ohhh fuck yesssss.” I switched it up by sometimes pointing the tip of my dick right at her clit and swirling it around and around, spelling out letters of the alphabet, but especially capital Q’s. It was so cool watching her face scrunch and contort and then recognize that she was scrunching and contorting and then lose herself into bouts of laughter, all the while I continued, making her feel like she was in an inescapable loop of stimulation that made her senseless and incoherent. And I think that she knew exactly that this was happening, which added onto her laughter and her overall noises, a sort of self-realization that she was on the edge, which made her even more on the edge. At some point in the middle of this game, while I held her waist squatting above, I pressed my cock down a bit where her opening would be. When I first did this, Julia suddenly stopped all cooing and laughing, and stared at me with a furrowed brow, as if to say, “Dude, you’ve done it now!” And she moaned, like I mean moaned, and it sounded sad but not sad sad, and it sounded sexy like she was gonna melt. And she did. She melted waves of heat onto my shaft, like hot air was blowing down there, and between my cock head and the thin strip of satin, I could feel moisture dampen the plaid fabric of her pjs. I held my satin shaft at the base and used my other hand to lift her butt up, off of the tip. Then when I saw I was in the right position, I looked down as I lowered that butt again and watched the tip of my satin shaft poke the same spot and go a little bit inward. I looked up at her and she was staring right into me, biting her lip. Her body language was so sexy and it made me feel like she was completely enamored with what we were doing, and that unspoken approval made me feel even better, and my cock felt harder. “This is so amazing,” I said. “Are you happy?” She plopped out of the squat onto my belly, leaned in and kissed me hard, biting my lip to the point it almost hurt! She let go and grabbed my cheeks and shook my face a bit, saying slowly but surely, “Fuck. Yes.” We looked into each other’s eyes and both noticed how silent it was. “Oh,” she said. “Oh!” I laughed. “Oh boy,” she said. “You know what…” Our bodies took over into a mode of sexual fervency. I got up off the bed and so did Julia and we stared at each other as we began the rapid ritual of removal, my t shirt off, her green top up and over her shoulders, her shimmy of her hips as she wiggled off her pj bottoms, my two-step bottom removal, first over the boner, then straight to the floor. Her bra and panties were light purple and my boxers were neon orange. My boxers almost seemed pointless at that moment because nearly all of the fabric had shifted to the front. I stared at her breasts, which were perky beyond imagination, then looked down at those panties which hugged her hips super low. The fabric converged downward towards a see-through triangle, where I could spot a very clean and dark landing strip. She saw what I saw and said, “I did it for you.” As we both stood facing each other in the space between the right side of her bed and her dresser, I took her right leg and lifted it onto the bed, staring at that triangle even more closely, where the light purple fabric on her dark mound transitioned into a strong dark purple region below. “You’re soaking,” I said. “Oh my god that’s hot.” Julia looked at my boxers and tapped a finger onto a dark orange spot right at the tip. “That too.” She grabbed my boxers at the base of my shaft and gave me a few sudden strokes before she let go, as if to say, “Too slow, you couldn’t catch me!” My mouth fell open and I laughed. She turned around and I got an unstoppable incomparable unforgettable view of her thick and perfectly curvy ass, which swung to the left and to the right and to the left and to the right. Like a dog I got on my knees on the bed and shuffled over to the front, meeting her ass and saying hello. Facing the mirror, she backed up a few steps towards me and bent over a bit, now the dark purple wet spot at the bottom of my line of sight. I looked further up across a sea of light purple bubbly butt that consumed and overstimulated all the rods and cones in my retinas. My mouth was still open and I wondered how long it had been like that. With both palms I filled my grasp with ass flesh, if only I had more than two… When I lowered her moist region onto my hardened cock it barely felt like there was any clothing at all. I actually laughed out loud like this was all a crazy joke and turned the corner into moans so primitive that I was completely unaware until later that there was no song playing. We made our own music of animal sounds that could not be interpreted as anything but what you would think them to be. They were loud and they were guttural and they sounded like screams and sometimes they were dragging in their slowness and sometimes they exploded like popped popcorn. I can’t remember the exact line, but at some point I said something like, “You’re giving me everything I need.” “Mmmmmm,” she said. “More.” And at some point after that, as she was taking a momentary break from the motion, simply sitting on my lap, I reached under her panties on both ends, and pulled them slowly into her ass crack, now the cloth in a single hand’s grasp, and I pulled them gently a bit up, so they sunk into that crack and her cheeks popped out. Of course she giggled. And she asked what I was doing. “Just playing,” I said. “I just wanna take a peak.” “Oh.” “Is that ok?” “Yep,” she said. “Look all you want.” I held her hands, my palms facing upward, her fingers interlocked palms facing down. We massaged each other’s hands, slowly undulating our hips in unison like we’re steadying ourselves on waves. I let one hand go and encouraged her to lean forward just a bit, her ass raising into my line of sight above my junk. I pulled my erection from a 12 to 6 position, swiping her warmth along the way. Two films of cloth between us. My free hand bundled the cloth of her panties, tighter now, thinner now, now sinking into her ass deeper. I looked closely and could see her light brown skin, and the more fabric I gripped the more skin I could see. A bit darker now. A bit more hair. Soon enough I was starting at the outlines of her pussy, and the outer crinkles of her asshole. I tried to lean in a bit, and caught a whiff of her musk, which was primal and sexy and in other ways ineffable, in other ways not ;) Julia playfully let out a “Stahp itttttt” and I smiled and let go of her panties. She adjusted herself and began to groove into me a bit. I put my hand underneath my boxers and grabbed my cock at the hilt. Still from underneath, I guided my boner right towards her asshole and pressed my orange tip into her just a bit. She jumped back and giggled. “What are you doinggg?” I said, “Do you not want me to?” “Nooo,” she said. “It’s just, like, a bit weird.” I gave her a squeeze and told her I’m cool with a little weird. She bit her lip and put her hands on both cheeks on top of her panties, and gave it a spread. I tapped my dick against her ass crack, then pressed my tip into that same spot. This time I went deeper. This time she pushed into it a bit and wiggled. “Dirty,” she whispered. “Mmmhmm,” I said. I pulled away, held my cock for just a moment. Then I thrusted forward, pressing my cloth-covered cock into her cloth-covered asshole. I really tried to push in a lot and she went with it, holding her breath as I played a game of spelunking her own panties into her asshole. Push in. Push out. In. Out. I slapped it on her, and I could see the wetness all over those panties, from top to bottom. Some of it me. Some of it, her. She went shhhh with a light smile and whispered, “We can’t tell anyone. It’s too dirty.” From the sight of it, she was right. I grooved all types of ways into the cloth on her asshole and pussy, precum coming out of me all the while. The naughtiness below made our inhibitions stronger and we gyrated more comfortably. My cock was going through levels of hardness and the inevitable was approaching. I must have thrust a little too fast at one point, because on cue Julia jumped off of me and went to her phone. “We can skip this one,” she said, pressing a button while fanning herself. She exhaled. “Ok, whewww, we’ve gotten so far.” “Yep,” I said. “Ok, but,” she said. “Yes,” I said. “Yeah what’s up?” “I don’t want to do it right now. We are not going to do it right now,” she said. “Ok, yes,” I said. “I understand.” “Nothing goes in,” she said. I told her that I fully understood. I hoped it would happen, of course, but I saw this day as a stepping stone. I prepared for that possibility. Julia pivoted to face me directly. She exhaled and put her hands to each side palms down, as if to say Ok let me gather myself. She reached behind her and then threw her unhooked bra at my face. I caught it, taking in her musk inconspicuously but probably not. She pressed play and WAP came on. I’d say I saw that coming from a mile away but I hadn’t cum yet. And she was young and brave, and she kicked her panties to the headboard. I rushed my boxers off and bundled both our intimates against the left wall. Julia hopped on the bed and the bed shook. She crawled to me and I was sprung, and as she arrived, so did her musk, and it was potent and took me into its grasp, and I didn’t want to leave. I could spend the rest of my life in that volume with her, vulnerable to the infinite. The song drove her movements. She grasped me behind my neck and drove her feet into the base of the headboard, grasping the top of the board with her other hand. She was able to hover her pussy near my cock. She grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it against my belly. With her hand back to my neck, Julia slid the wetness of her pussy up and along my erection. It was hot and smooth and it numbed me so damn nicely. “How’s it feel?” she asked, slowly sliding herself up and down. I laughed. “Holy crap, I...I…” “Hehe you can’t even,” she said. She was warm and slippery and I was catching my breath most of the time. It was an awesome feeling, having her pelvic muscles rub on me heavy and strong. The thought that she was being so uninhibited to be so physical added to it. So did the feeling of what could happen, the idea of her pelvis slamming into me hard while she’s riding my dick. And this may be a bit weird but the smells that were surrounding us, smells that I wouldn’t go out of my way for on any regular day, were driving both of us wild. It was so strangely kinky to be rubbing on each other and getting more turned on by the musk we made. It made my mouth water. Then Julia turned around. I adjusted my legs and my cock barely moved I was so hard. I spread them nice and wide so she could settle that big ass onto me. Her pussy was neatly trimmed from behind. Her asshole was a bit hairy. Both of her holes were winking at me. In that upright position, my cock was perfectly lined up along the length of her openings, and I slapped it against both. It was fun to slap her pussy and nestle it between the lips. It was really fun to press the tip of my dick against the rim of her asshole. She definitely noticed as I rubbed my head nearer and nearer to her anus, pushing against it at the same time. “I’m having so much fun,” I said. She moaned and rocked back and forth onto and away from my cock. “It’s such a teeeaaase.” “You mean this?” I asked, the moment before I rubbed my tip quickly onto her clit. “Staph itttt,” she whispered. “Oh my god, Julia,” I said. “Can I taste you?” She spun around almost clipping me in the head with her foot, but finished the 180, her breasts now dangling between her arms as she was on all fours doggystyle, staring me down with her mouth open. She giggled. “I was wondering if you would ask that!” She crawled up to me and leaned in slowly for a little kiss on the lips, then in the most faint way possible, curled out, “Can I taste you, too?” I gave her another peck and we sucked on our tongues for a while. WAP had been over for a bit. My game was a total success and failure at the same time, and I was very cool with that. When we got into a 69 position, I was able to see Julia’s head right above my cock in the reflection of the unblocked mirror. She looked at me in the reflection and cutely asked, “Ready?” I nodded and watched her begin to lick me like a popsicle, and her tongue felt especially good as she lapped me warm and wet. She giggled and told me that she could taste herself on me. “You like how it tastes?” I said, continuing to catch my breath over the sensations. “Mmm yeah,” she said. “You should try it too.” Julia was a bit taller than me, so it was easy to get her bottom half positioned perfectly above my face. I put my palms on her cheeks and lowered her body slowly, the heat hitting me stronger. Like I said before she had a powerful musk, one of pheromones and sweat and pussy, but it was healthy and natural. A part of me was a little hesitant because of how strong it was, but I had another urge far more powerful and primal. I pursed my lips onto the region surrounding her clit, and the taste was a bit salty, then neutral, and the smells were like a tonic that made me mindless and wanting more and more, wanting more and more. I moaned from both the intoxicating aromas and the swirls she was putting on my dick that very moment. Julia moaned as well, then started twerking her booty on my face while I licked Q’s and B’s on her clit. Her twerks stirred up the surrounding air and the pheromones from her pussy and ass drove me nuts. I was lapping her fully, staring at her clit and slowly working my tongue up along her pussy lips, to her opening. I got ambitious and kept my tongue moving upward. She detached her lips from the side of my dick and looked into the reflection as I leaned my head up and started rimming her asshole, my line of sight peaking above the horizon of her ass cheeks. She was clean but it was so very naughty at the same time. My cock was fully upright as I did it, and she certainly noticed. “That’s so dirtyyyy,” she said. “You’re so bad.” “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy,” I said. “I want all of you.” Julia moaned out a “me too” and went directly back to sucking my cock head directly into her mouth. I threw my head back and groaned. And then without warning my eyes widened and my mouth fell open in shock as she pushed her head down and my cock slid all the way into her mouth into the back of her throat. It was like a suction of tight slippery warmth all the way down the base of my shaft. I was giving audible “uhh”s of pleasure as Julia stayed locked onto my cock stuffed all the way into her throat, slightly bobbing up and down. She slid it out of her mouth and gasped with strings of saliva dangling between her and me. “Oh my god,” she said. “I can totally do it!” “Holy shit that was insane,” I said. “That was insane.” She gathered the strings of dangling saliva with my cock like it was cotton candy, then rubbed that extra slippery spit all over my boner. “Hold on,” she said. And she swallowed my cock in one fluid motion and had her lips pressed against my pubic mound. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed my pleasure into her flesh, and I couldn’t help my legs from involuntarily thrusting just a bit as she was fully engulfing my cock down her throat. She pulled out again with more saliva strings and said, “Yeah, do it.” “Do what?” I asked. She moaned and said, “Don’t make me say it! I’m shyyyy, dude.” “Please,” I said. She looked at me in the mirror and said, “Fuck my throat.” I got excited and said, “Ohh, fuck yeah,” as I positioned myself just right. “You can fuck it like it’s a pussy,” she said. Another moment to save for life. I leaned a little bit to the left of her legs so I could watch my erect cock up and into her mouth, into her throat all the way. I thrusted into her, my balls flapping all the while. She was taking my cock really easily, and let out cute glugnoises each time I got all the way in. I inhaled a big breath and started thrusting rapidly into her throat embrace. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug. “Ughhhhh,” spilled out of me as I stopped the thrusts and pulled out of her mouth for a moment. I had a tingling and needed to hold my cock a moment, just in case I was about to cum. She opened again and I went back in. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug-glug-glug. I caught my breath. “Wanna know something sexy?” I asked. Julia wiped a tear and asked, “What?” “Think about yesterday when you told me you liked me,” I said. “And now look at what we’re doing together.” I lifted my cock back into her throat and pounded away. Glug. glug. glug. glug. glug, glug, glug, glug. glug-glug-glug-glug, gluglugluglugluglug. She caught her breath. “You’re soooo baaaaad,” she said. Glugluglugluglugluglugluglugluglugulgluglugluglug. I pulled out of her mouth and slid away from her, but kept her all fours doggystyle. “And just to be clear, I really, really, really like you too,” I said. I got on my knees and buried my face in her from behind, suctioning between her pussy and ass. She yelled out a collection of “Oh my god”s as I ate her up fully. She turned around and we embraced in deep kisses that swirled our personal flavors back and forth. She got on her back and spread her legs wide, her hand now in between, and she said, “Cum with me.” She started fingering. I started stroking. We were staring at each other intently and our heads were shaking while doing so because our hands were so busy below. I was biting my lip and staring into her gorgeous green eyes and the inevitable was at my doorstep. And as if on cue she started having short breaths of “Oh” that interrupted each of themselves, and her hand was rubbing furiously. Julia opened her green laser beams fully and I saw the glory and she melted into orgasm as those eyelids lowered their curtains. I was still jerking off hard but was ready to pop off any moment. “Where...should...I....” “--in my mouth,” she said. “Oh god.” And Julia got up and I grabbed her head and guided the tip of my cock onto her resting tongue. And I pounded the base of my cock hard and a tingling within arose and the heat increased and I could feel my cum coursing through. I told her I was cumming and her mouth went blehhhhhh in anticipation and I spasmed jets of white liquid over and over and over and over at least 6 shots directly into her mouth as she moaned each time a squirt of cum went in. She closed her lips onto my head and sucked in the last drops as I spasmed with that feeling you get when it’s too much and you can barely take it. Julia took it all in her mouth and swallowed while looking at me. Then she coughed a bit and told me it was salty. Oddly enough that moment of the sexual fantasy breaking into a harsher reality was an even further turn on for me. We both stood up and kissed. And then in the time to follow we talked casually and allowed the conversation to turn into silences. But unlike before where they were a bit awkward, these moments were now relaxed and fun, and we reflected in silence on what just happened and would chuckle or say something like “wow” every now and then. When we started putting things back to the way they were, I grabbed our underwear from the bed. “Can I keep these?” I asked, holding her soiled panties. The words escaped my mouth before my brain could catch up to stop them. “Uh, why?” she asked. I put them up to my face and inhaled her dirty musk. “Souvenir, I guess. Hold me over until next time.” She giggled. “You gonna sniff those and jerk off to me?” “Please?” “Ok,” she said. “But what do I get?” I started jerking myself without putting a thought to it. And then I had the thought that I was acting so impulsively in the presence of this girl. And that thought, the thought that she brought it out of me, was making the whole situation even hotter, and my dick got harder in the middle of it all. “How about a little snack for the road?” I said. Julia got on her knees and played an innocent face while sticking her tongue out. She nodded her head in approval. “Feed meeeee,” she said. Blehhhhhhhh. My cock wasn’t even fully hard at that point, but I had a lingering horniness that wasn’t going to stop me. I slammed my hand hard onto my cock, and pretty much willed myself into a state of ecstasy as I felt the tingling again and I shot a couple more jets of hot semen directly into her mouth. “Thereeee you goooooo.” She smacked her lips as she finished me off. “It’s so hot that I got that out of you.” She got up and started putting her clothes back on. “You make me want to do everything I can,” I said. “Like lick my butt?” she said. She gave me a coy smile. “That. And more,” I said. She smiled. “I believe it.” She stood and did a little shimmy in place. I felt great and was in such a light mood, so I then jokingly said, “So. Same time next week?” And as she finished dressing herself she turned around and said, “Yes” in the most serious way possible. I looked at her and stared into her with lust, and my cock responded in that moment. She saw and returned the look of lust right back at me. It was intense. And I was hard, somehow. She crinkled her forehead a bit and said, “Awww. Did I just say the magic words?” I nodded. “Mmmm. You have some more cum for meeeee?”

This is the story of beautiful blond heiress Tara Hawthorne, and the poor man she came to love, me, Seth Johnson. This is not so much a sex story as it is a life story. Also, it is rather long. I had showered, dressed, and gone to the base of the stairwell to Tara’s rooms before breakfast. There were enough paintings, sculptures, and antiques to look at that I could hang out there and not look suspicious, but I was worried. I needed to talk to Tara before we met up with her parents. About fifteen minutes before breakfast was to be served, Tara came down the steps. I motioned her to follow me as I headed for the recreation area. As soon as we were out of range of the servants who were beginning their daily duties, Tara grabbed me and kissed me passionately, smashing her wonderful breasts into my chest and clutching my ass to grind her mound against me. She almost made me forget what I had to say. “Tara, are we going to be in trouble for last night?” “What do you mean, Seth? I’ve been on the pill for over a year. I won’t get pregnant.” “That’s a relief,” I said, “but that’s not what I’m worried about. You don’t do your own laundry, and as a houseguest, I don’t do mine. Whoever is tending to our things, especially your bedding, will have a pretty good idea of what we’ve been doing! Your folks are going to kill me.” "Oh, Seth, is that why you seem so anxious?" Tara laughed. "Don't worry. Suzette and Lawrence are personally handling all our belongings. Suzette and I are very close. This morning, when I came out of the bathroom, she was making my bed. She gave me a knowing smile and said, 'If I were in your shoes, I would have to make love to him too. He's quite handsome, and seeing how you two seem to adore each other, Lawrence and I knew you would use that old hallway to be together. Don't worry, your secrets are always safe with me. As you know, Lawrence is the epitome of discretion, so no worries there. We're just happy for you, dear.'" “Well, that’s a relief,” I sighed. “Now all we have to do is try to look innocent in front of your Mom and Dad.” Tara gave my crotch a little squeeze and said, “Polish up your halo, big boy, because it’s time to meet the parents for breakfast.” I was really glad that I had chosen to wear blue jeans and a polo shirt with the tail un-tucked this morning. I hoped they would make my lower half look as innocent as my face was struggling to be. After the usual warm greetings, Tara’s Dad, Joshua, began to speak. “Seth, I need your help. Lawrence and Suzette were at your house last night. They think my wife and I may have made your folks a little uncomfortable with this Christmas celebration tomorrow. Your Mom and Dad were very nice and warm, but Lawrence and Suzette have the impression that your folks think my wife and I are trying to buy their friendship. Do you think that’s possible?” I paused to think. "Joshua, my parents have always worked diligently to support me. My mom is a waitress who takes on long shifts and any available overtime. My dad is a welder who also works extensive hours. We've always had a cozy home and nutritious meals, but not many luxuries. They've instilled in me the value of hard work through their example. Perhaps they feel you're offering them assistance they haven't earned. They don't appreciate seeing people who seek handouts if they believe those individuals could succeed through hard work. However, they do donate any extra money and a significant amount of time to charities they find valuable." Joshua thought a moment, and then said, “That’s what Lawrence felt they were thinking. He told them his own story, and said he thought they felt a little better. Would you call them for me today, and see what you can learn?” “I’d be happy to, Joshua,” I said. Amanda said, “Tara, Suzette told me that Seth’s father is a very good looking man, and Lawrence thinks his mother is beautiful. Do you think that’s why this young man sitting here is so handsome?” “Could be, Mom,” Tara replied. “When Seth was talking to his Dad yesterday, he mentioned that his Mom is the most beautiful woman he knows.” “Dad and I tell her that all the time,” I said, “but she just blushes and tells us to hush. But I’m being sincere when I tell her that, and my Dad’s face lights up every time he looks at her, so I know he thinks that too. I just hope you’ll like them.” “Son,” Joshua said, “they sound like our kind of people. I’m willing to bet that your Mom and Dad are more like Amanda and me than they are different. It sounds like we all have the same basic values. A person’s values are what show their measure, not their bank balance. I only hope we can make them comfortable enough that we can cut through the social strata nonsense and show them who we really are. “Now, if we’re all done with breakfast, I’d like to talk to you, Seth, about this client of mine we discussed yesterday. If you’re interested in meeting with him, you’ll have to call him at 11am.” “I’m anxious to speak with him,” I said. “Good. I should give you some more information about him and his business so you can sound your best on the phone. What do you say we talk about this over a couple of games of pool?” “I’d like to play you, Joshua,” I said. “I’m taking on the winner!” Tara exclaimed. “No, young lady, you’re not. You’re not even going to watch. This is going to be guy time. Seth and I need to talk, and you’re not going to sit there distracting him by looking all cute and lovely, and you’re not going to distract me by teasing me about the shots I miss. Go find something else to do,” Joshua said, firmly. Tara put on her best fake pout and said, “Fine, you two boys go play your amateur-style game and do your male-bonding thing. After lunch, I’ll take on the loser, and then I’ll take on the winner, and I’ll teach you both how the game is played.” Still trying to look miffed, she winked at her mother and flounced out of the room. Amanda sighed. “Now look what you’ve done. If she doesn’t beat you both this afternoon, she’ll stay up all night practicing so she can squash you both the next time you play.” “Let her,” Joshua laughed. “She’s good, and she knows it, but I’m the one who taught her how to play. What I didn’t teach her is how to cheat.” “Josh, you wouldn’t!” Amanda laughed. “You’re right, I wouldn’t, because she’d probably catch me. But I do know her weak spots. Seth, let’s go. I need to clue you in on how to put her off guard so you can beat her.” The pool games went well. Josh and I won a game each, and neither of us made it easy for the other. He shared a lot of information about his daughter, not only about her pool-playing skills, but about his relationship with her. It was obvious that he loved her very much. He also coached me about the phone call I was going to make to his client who owned the race car team. By the time 11 o’clock rolled around, I felt I was ready for my phone interview. Josh took me to his office and placed the call for me. He then gave me a thumbs-up and left the room, closing the door behind him. When I went to the dining room for lunch, the Hawthorne’s were already there. Amanda saw me first. She took one look at my face and bolted out of her chair. She wrapped me in the same kind of embrace my mother gave me when I was made co-captain of the football team in high school. “Oh, Seth, he liked you, didn’t he?” she squealed. “I guess he did. We were on the phone for over an hour. We asked each other a lot of questions, and we got pretty deep into some electronics tech areas that they know are weak spots for them. I’m meeting him at the shop the day before New Year’s Eve. I didn’t realize it, but it’s only about an hour from campus, which is great. He’s going to have the entire shop and office crew there to meet me. He said that, technically, he has to interview me in person, but I have the job.” Joshua came around the table and shook my hand enthusiastically. “I knew you could do it, son!” Tara was beaming. She came to me, looked me deep in the eyes, and then, right in front of her parents, embraced me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. “Congratulations, Seth. I’m so proud of you. This is going to be a great Christmas.” After lunch, Joshua invited me to play pool with him again. This time, Tara was allowed to come along. Amanda decided to join us. Joshua and I played first. We each played aggressively and well. I beat him, mainly because he missed a fairly easy shot. When Amanda laughed at him, Tara scolded her. Amanda said, “Oh honey, your Dad takes his game so seriously, just like everything else he does. He sometimes needs me to help him lighten up.” Joshua said, “Your Mom’s right, sweetheart, sometimes I do get too full of myself, but I figure if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. But it’s nice of you to defend me. I almost want to let you win when we play.” “Let’s play right now, Daddy. Of course, I’ll beat you, but if I can tell you let me win, I will make your life miserable,” she said with mock seriousness. Amanda and I sat next to each other to watch. Halfway through the game, Lawrence knocked politely on the open door. “Please forgive my interruption, but there is a phone call for Mr. Johnson,” he said. “Sir, your father is calling for you.” He handed me a phone, gave us all the hint of a bow, and backed out of the room. “Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?” “Merry almost-Christmas, son,” my Dad replied. “Your Mom and I just wanted to talk to you. Lawrence and Suzette were here earlier and brought the clothes they measured us for last night. I’ve gotta tell you, son, your Mom looks so good in her new outfit, I think I’ll keep her!” I could hear my Mom laughing in the background, then I could tell they were wrestling for the phone. “Seth, it’s Mom. Your father is as insufferable as always. I certainly hope he can behave himself tomorrow. Seriously, though, I like the way I look in this dress. And the accessories! That Suzette certainly knows how to pick clothing. And Lawrence managed to make your Dad look even more handsome than he was the day he proposed to me, and that’s saying a lot. Is Dr. Hawthorne anywhere nearby? I’d like to talk to her.” “Sure, Mom, she’s sitting right here next to me. We’re watching Tara slaughter her Dad at a game of pool.” “She’s not slaughtering me, she’s just lucky!” Joshua said, loud enough for my Mom to hear. Amanda took the phone from me. “Don’t mind my husband. His fragile ego is getting bruised by having his little girl beat him at his favorite game.” “Dr. Hawthorne,” my Mom said. “Do you have a minute?” Amanda answered, “Of course. But please, call me Amanda. I hear 'Dr. Hawthorne' all day at work, and sometimes it’s nice to be just plain, old Amanda.” “OK,” my Mom said, “and I’m Debbie. I wanted to call you to thank you for the wonderful clothes your employees brought for my husband and me. I’ve never felt so pampered, and my husband looks fantastic. We don’t know how to thank you enough.” “Just come and have Christmas with us and let us get to know you. That’s all my husband and I ask. You both must be wonderful people, considering the son you’ve raised. Joshua and I just adore him.” My Mom said, “We’re pretty proud of him, and we love him more than we can describe, Amanda. And we really want to see him. Do you folks have plans for him tonight, or would he and Tara be able to come over here for the evening? We’d really like to meet her, and we’re dying to see him. We haven’t seen our little boy since Thanksgiving.” “Hang on, Debbie,” Amanda said. She covered the phone and held it out to me. “Your Mom and Dad would like you to come home for a visit tonight. They really want to see you. They want you to bring Tara, too.” “Mom,” I said, taking the phone. "What time do you want us there?” “Can you and Tara come for dinner? We could eat around 5:30.” Tara had heard enough of the conversation to have an idea of what we were saying. She called out, “Ask your Mom what I should bring.” Mom said, “Tell Tara just to bring herself.” I said to Tara, “She doesn’t want us to bring anything. She just said we should come for dinner at 5:30.” Tara said, “Tell her we’ll be there at 4:30 so I can help her in the kitchen.” My Mom heard her and said, “She doesn’t need to help me. She’s our guest. But come whenever you can. Your Dad and I really want to meet her.” “OK, Mom. We’ll be there at 4:30. I love you, Mom.” I hung up the phone. “Seth,” Joshua said, your truck hasn’t arrived yet, so you’re going to have to take my car. The roads are cleared, so you’ll be fine.” “Joshua,” I said, “I wouldn’t want to drive your car. Tara can drive.” “Bad idea, Seth,” Josh laughed. “I taught Tara to drive. That’s when my hair started going gray. Besides, we all know what happened the last time she drove. Don’t you let her near my car keys!” “Very funny, Dad,” Tara said, giving him a withering stare. “Just for that, watch this.” She sank an incredible shot, landing her last two balls and the 8-ball in succession, winning the game. “I still say you’re just lucky,” Joshua grumbled. Then he grabbed Tara and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. “Of course, you had a hell of a teacher.” On the way to my house, Tara was strangely quiet. “What’s wrong, baby,” I asked. “You seem nervous.” “Seth, what if they don’t like me?” “What’s not to like? You’re beautiful, smart, a good talker, lots of fun to be with, and now that you’ve dropped your rich bitch routine, a very nice person,” I replied. “Are you ever going to forgive me for the way I treated you?” Sara asked, shyly. “Honey, I already told you that I have forgiven you completely for everything. We all have to go through phases in our development to becoming who we really want to be. That was a phase I know you’ve given up. We love each other now, so that’s all that matters.” As we pulled up to my house, she muttered softly, “I just hope they can come to love me.” As I anticipated, my parents were captivated by Tara. My Dad found it challenging not to gaze at her too intently, as she looked fantastic in jeans and a sweater. She had chosen clothes that were well-fitting but not overly tight, aiming for a casual and appealing look while being respectful by not accentuating her curves too much. My Dad is quite similar to me, and his imagination allowed him to envision her true appearance, leaving him very impressed. At one point, while my Mom and Tara were enthusiastically discussing college, I noticed him mentally undressing her. I grinned at him, subtly shook my head, signaling "No," pointed at myself, and mouthed the word, "Mine." He coughed and turned away to conceal his laughter. We moved into the kitchen so Mom could work on dinner, and Tara insisted on helping her. Dad and I sat at the table and watched them in silence for a few minutes. Then he motioned me back into the living room. “Seth, he said, how do you really feel about this girl?” “What do you mean, Dad?” “Well, it seems kind of sudden to me. We talked on the phone every week when you were at school, and you never mentioned her. How could you hold out on your old man about landing a catch like this? She’s wonderful! She reminds me a lot of your Mom when she was that age. Same long legs, same great figure, same beautiful face, same penetrating, honest, and if I can get away with saying it, sexy eyes. If she were a brunette, I’d say she could pass as your Mom’s twin when Debbie was nineteen. The personality, too. God, she has it all. If it weren’t for your Mom, I’d make a play for her myself!” “Dad, you’d have to go through me first, and I’m sure not just stepping aside,” I said. “That’s OK, son, I’m just thinking out loud. I love your mother more than life itself, but I’m not so old that I can’t look. If you get really serious about this girl, I only hope she ages as well as your mother has.” “Wait until tomorrow until you meet Amanda, Tara’s mother. She has to be about fifty, but she’s still an extremely attractive woman. Even if her appearance doesn’t impress you, and I can’t imagine why it wouldn’t, her warmth and loving personality will make you wish you had known her all your life. Her Dad’s the same way. They could only have one child, Tara, but they always wanted a son, too. I think that may be part of why they’ve warmed up to me so fast. Although, actually, I think they’re just really warm people. You and Mom will like them, I’m sure. They know a little about you, and they’re really anxious to get to know you." “Dinner’s ready, boys,” Mom called from the kitchen. I’ve always loved my Mom’s cooking, and the sight and smells of her table always makes me really hungry, but Tara dug in like she was starving to death. After a few minutes of eating in relative silence, my Mom said, “Seth, tell us more about your trip home from school in that storm. I know the roads were really bad, but it seemed like it took you an awfully long time. You didn’t drive your truck here tonight. Did something happen to it that you’re embarrassed to tell us about?” I looked at Tara and she looked back at me, nodding slightly. “Something did happen on our trip home. I knew you could tell that I wasn’t telling you the whole story, but I wasn’t going to try to explain everything to you on the phone. But now that we’re here together, I’ll tell you everything. Please don’t interrupt me, and please hold your judgment until I’m done. OK?” My parents both nodded, looking grim, but kept silent as I told them every detail about what happened. I explained how I found Tara in her wrecked car, how we got kidnapped by Zeke and Merle, and about how they tied us up in their cabin. I gave them the whole account of Zeke getting drunk, talking about raping Tara, and holding me at gunpoint while forcing Tara to strip. I told them that, when Zeke was starting to rape Tara, his brother fought with him to stop him. I explained that Merle and Zeke fought while Tara untied me, and told them how Zeke laughed as he stabbed his brother to death with a fireplace poker. My Mom was trying not to cry, and my Dad had a look of rage on his face that I had never seen before. I told them how I shot Zeke twice when he lunged at Tara and me with the poker. At that point, Tara took over. Her face was streaming with silent tears. “Zeke fell over when Seth shot him in the leg, but he was still raging about how he was going to hunt us down and kill us. I was standing there naked, looking at the man who had tried to rape me and who had just seemed to enjoy murdering his own brother, and I knew that, somehow, he would kill Seth and me if we all survived the night. While I was getting dressed, I knew what I had to do. I threw that jug of moonshine at him, and it smashed right between his legs. Then I grabbed a kerosene lamp and dumped it all over him. I made Seth go out and start Zeke’s Jeep, while I watched the flammable liquid ooze across the floor toward the fireplace. I knew what was going to happen, and I felt in my heart that it was just. I cursed Zeke to the fires of Hell, and walked out the door. As we drove away, the cabin burst into flames.” No one moved or spoke for a while. Then my Mom got out of her chair and hugged Tara. They cried on each other’s shoulders for a time. Finally, in a very quiet and gentle voice, my Dad said, “Kids, there was nothing else you could do. You had to save your own lives. I’m just glad you had the strength and the grace of God to survive that so you could be here today.” I looked up at him, and for the first time in my life, I saw my Dad was crying. That was all it took for me to let go. Through my sobs, I said, “We started driving home, and when Tara could get out on her cell phone, she called her Dad. She wouldn’t tell him what had happened, but she did say we were in a stolen car. He was furious, but she promised to explain it, so he told her where to hide it. A guy met us there and took us to Tara’s house and she told her folks the whole story. Their reaction was about the same as yours. Her Dad disposed of the Jeep. He has friends and associates who are in criminal law, and they investigated everything and assured him that we would be in the clear. The one lawyer said there really wasn’t anything that would hold up in court, anyway. We’re just trying to move on.” Mom had returned to her chair. “My poor baby boy,” she sobbed. “My poor, beautiful little girl! Why did you have to go through this?” My Dad had regained his composure by this time. “Debbie, kids, do you remember the adage, ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’? I think this is a great example.” Tara nodded. “It certainly has changed me. Seth has shown me that love and compassion are the only things that really matter in this world. Everything else is un-important window-dressing. My parents had raised me to know that, but I had almost forgotten. It took that horrible night to bring me back to reality. The emotional scars from that night may never leave me, but I’m starting to accept them, because they’ve forced me to remember what’s important in life.” Dad said, “Tara, I don’t know if you know this, but I was in Viet Nam. I have some scars from that, both physical and emotional. I would never want to return to that time, but, unlike some of my fellow veterans, I’ve healed and grown from the experience. Trust me, I know what you mean.” When we got back to Tara’s house, it was after 10 o’clock. Her parents were in their TV room. “So, how was dinner?” Amanda said to Tara when we walked in. “Fabulous. Her Mom’s a great cook. Their house is really nice. It’s pretty, cozy, and warm. I really like Debbie and Tom.” I said, “My Mom and Dad fell in love with Tara. We talked a lot. Mom and Tara couldn’t stop yakking in the kitchen while they were getting dinner ready, and Dad told me Tara reminds him of Mom when she was Tara’s age. And, we told them the whole story of what happened to us the night we were driving home from school.” “How did they react?” Joshua asked. “Mom and Dad both cried, but they agreed that there was nothing else that we could have done.” “Oh Mom, Daddy,” Tara said, “they were so wonderful. They understood. Tom even shared some of his feelings about his war experiences, which I think was pretty hard for him. They accepted me.” “Now I’m really anxious to meet them,” Tara’s Dad said. “Speaking of which, Christmas morning is coming pretty soon. We should all get some sleep. We’ll see you kids for breakfast at 7:30. Seth, your folks are going to be here at 11:30, right?” “That’s the plan, Joshua. Well, Merry Christmas everybody,” I said as I turned for the door. “Hold on, young man,” Joshua said. “You don’t get away that easily.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him in a warm, manly bear hug. “Merry Christmas, son.” Tara’s Mom came up and tapped Joshua on the shoulder, like someone who wanted to cut in on a dancing couple. Joshua released me, and Amanda pulled me to her. “I’m so glad you’re here with us for Christmas, Seth. I’m so glad you found Tara and came here to us. I’ve always dreamed of waking up to a son on Christmas day. Now you’re here to let me pretend I have one.” She kissed me on both cheeks, and then pulled back just enough to focus, holding my face in her hands. “Thank you,” was all she said, and then she turned away. Tara and I walked hand in hand to the door. When we were in the hall, still in plain view of her folks, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Merry Christmas, honey,” she said in a voice intended for her parents to hear. Then she whispered in my ear, “I’ll be waiting for you.” We went to our own rooms. I quickly changed into the pajamas that were folded neatly on top of my dresser and made my way through our “secret” passage to Tara’s room. She was lying on her side in bed, a royal purple silk sheet drawn over her, her one beautifully shaped shoulder, her exquisite face, and her silky blond hair the only things exposed. When she saw me, she gave me her sultriest smile, but then she started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I asked, confused. “Oh that Suzette and Lawrence!” she laughed. I wondered about these new sheets when Suzette made up my bed today, and she seemed to be in an especially good mood, but she didn’t say anything. And now you show up in pajamas that match my sheets exactly. Do you think that’s a coincidence?” “They’re at it again, aren’t they?” I said, grinning. “They sure are,” Tara said. “Well, come here, we certainly don’t want to disappoint them, do we.” When I walked to the side of the bed, Tara got to her knees, exposing her incredible body to me as she removed my pajama top. She kissed my chest, sucking lightly on my nipples. She worked her way up my throat, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. I held her to me tightly, stroking her sensuous back as we kissed. Eventually, she broke our embrace and pulled my pajama bottoms off my hips. As I stepped out of them, she wrapped her gentle hands around my throbbing cock. “Make love to me, Seth. I want you inside me right now. No delay, no foreplay, no nothing. I’m so hot and wet for you that I just have to feel you fill me up right away. We have the whole night for play, but right now I just need you inside me.” I crawled up on the bed as she lay back. She positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and guided me inside. She was right. She was so wet that it felt like I had spent a long time preparing her. Although she was very, very tight, I smoothly slid in until our pubic bones met. Holding my upper body weight on my arms, I began to kiss her incredible mouth. Our tongues made love for a long time, while our genitals stayed still, enjoying the feel of our joining. Slowly, subtly, she began to move beneath and around me. “Make, long, slow, deep love to me, baby,” she whispered. We began to move together in a slow, gentle rhythm. I would pull out about halfway, taking my time, and then gradually sink in again to the hilt. Sometimes our movements were more of rocking than a thrusting motion. This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t having sex. We were making love in every sense of the term. We were almost completely quiet. Neither of us spoke – there was no need. Neither of us moaned, grunted, squealed, or screamed. This wasn’t that kind of sex. For a long time, the only sounds we made were the soft sounds of kissing and the subtle liquid sound of a very wet pussy squeezing a very hard cock. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I felt Tara’s muscles begin to gently milk my manhood. We gradually increased the pace of our lovemaking, savoring the pleasure of every stroke. Finally, Tara broke our kiss to whisper, “I love you Seth, I love you.” I could feel her vaginal walls press rhythmically against my shaft as she sighed her way through her orgasm. Before she was done, I could feel myself swelling deep inside her, and I had my own soul-satisfying orgasm. I rolled over on my back, bringing Tara with me. She laid on top of me, holding me inside of her, and began to kiss me again. When she pushed herself up on her arms, I looked deep into her eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Tara. You truly are a goddess. I’m so deeply in love with you that I can’t begin to understand it. I just know that it’s real, and that’s all that matters,” I said. We drifted off for a while. I awoke to the sensation of wet stroking on my penis. Tara was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, licking me awake. “That’s nice,” I said. She paused for a moment. “You must have been tired. Your beautiful prick woke up a couple of minutes ago. I’m glad the rest of you finally got the message.” She resumed the task she had set out for herself. I lay there watching her. Her long blond hair was tossed over her back so I could see her gorgeous face as she impaled it with my manhood. I propped myself up on my arms so I could see her shapely ass sticking up behind her. She raised her eyes to look at me, her beautiful eyes full of love and lust. She sank onto one elbow, freeing her other hand to reach behind her to play with herself. What an amazing sight! “Tara, honey, bring that succulent pussy of yours up here. You shouldn’t be the only one getting to lick and suck on something,” I said. Tara giggled as she re-positioned herself into the sixty-nine position. I pulled her to me and began to lightly tease her smooth, puffy, outer labia with the tip of my tongue. She was already very moist. Her aroma and flavor begged me to pleasure her with much more vigor than the session we had first had tonight. I separated her outer folds and plunged my tongue inside, licking everything within reach. I curled my tongue and thrust it as deep inside her as I could, sucking her entire pussy with my mouth. Then I tickled and suckled her erect clit with my tongue as I inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside her. Her moaning and squirming let me know that this was what she needed. When I found her g-spot, she abandoned my cock so she could gasp in enough air to supply her body during her orgasm. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she yelled in a strangled voice as she bucked on my face. I drank her nectar as rapidly as I could as her orgasm continued. When she was done, she threw herself off me and collapsed, panting, on the bed beside me. “I thought I was going to pass out!” she said, still trying to recover. “Just hang on a minute, baby, I’ll get back to you as soon as my head clears!” I turned in the bed so I could lie next to her and held her in my arms. I kissed and nuzzled her. I played with her hair. I gently caressed her beautiful, firm breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with my fingertips. When they were erect again, I reached behind her and gently stroked and rubbed her smooth, tight asscheeks. Then I reached between her legs so I could let my fingers slither over her still-drenched pussy. She responded by snaking a hand between us to play with my as yet unsatisfied cock and balls. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I almost forgot that I didn’t finish you. I guess you distracted me,” she said with a naughty giggle. We lay there for awhile, gently stroking and kissing each other. I could tell that she was getting aroused again, even though she said nothing. Suddenly, she pulled away and got on her hands and knees again. She stared at me for a moment wearing an oddly serious expression on her face. Then, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth and her eyes began to sparkle. Finally, she murmured, “Doggy, anyone?” As I positioned myself behind her, she wiggled her butt at me, clenching and unclenching her muscles so that her pussy seemed to wink at me. She reached between her legs to help guide my raging hard-on inside her. As I slid in, she let out a contented moan. “Oh, God, Seth, that’s good.” She let her upper body sink to the bed, twisting so she could look back at me. “Fuck me good and hard, honey,” she said. This time, there was pure animal lust pulling our bodies together. We rutted like dogs in heat, like a mare and a stallion. I pounded into her, and she thrust back against me just as hard. I could reach her one tit, and I tweaked, fondled, and twisted the hard little nipple as I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. We weren’t quiet this time. We were both grunting and moaning our lust. Our bodies were making loud smacking sounds as they slapped together, and our soaking wet sex made loud, lewd squelching noises. We were able to keep this up for a fair amount of time, but the end was inevitable. All too soon, I felt my juices coming to a boil as my sack smacked over and over against her. I released her tit and reached for her clit, massaging and tweaking it. When her cunt muscles began to pulse on me, she started to make a tortured keening noise. I shoved myself into her as deep as I knew how, feeling myself swell even larger than I had already been. “Cum in me, Seth, cum in me now! I need it!” she wailed. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupted from me as I roared like a lust-crazed beast. We slept in each other’s arms the rest of the night. When Tara’s alarm woke us, we kissed, and I went back to my room to get ready for Christmas. At breakfast, Tara’s parents were strangely subdued. They were warm and friendly, but they almost seemed on edge. Tara finally said, “Mom, Dad, what’s wrong?” Joshua sighed and looked almost uncomfortable, but said nothing. Finally, Amanda said, “Kids, we’re worried. We’re afraid Seth’s parents won’t like us. We’re worried that they won’t understand us.” “Oh, Mom,” Tara said soothingly, “I liked them a lot, and they seemed to like me. Why are you worrying?” “Because we’re afraid that they will think we are too different from them. Some people are very uncomfortable when they are confronted by the trappings of wealth that they don’t have. How can we make them understand that we’re hard-working people who just want to make them feel welcome?” I spoke up. “Joshua, Amanda, I thought about that too. I was pretty intimidated when I first got here. The mansion, the serving staff, the obvious money… it was a lot for me to process. But now that you’ve shown your true selves to me, I don’t really see it so much. I mean, sure, I know that you guys are wealthy, and you live a lifestyle that I never even dreamed of, but when I talk to you, it all disappears. All I see is a great, warm loving family. Let yourselves be yourselves. You’ll see that you two are really a lot like my Mom and Dad. “When Tara and I were there last night, it was pretty obvious that my Mom and Dad fell in love with her. If you let them see how much you love your daughter, too, they’ll focus on that. They love me the same way, so you guys will automatically have some common ground. Just take it from there.” Joshua said, “Thanks, son. I needed to hear that from you. Now, if everyone is done with breakfast, let’s go into the great room.” As we entered the room, Tara let out a squeal of delight. “Oh Mom, Daddy, you did it again!” The room had been transformed overnight into a Christmas scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. There was a huge tree decorated with antique ornaments. A Christmas village scene was laid out underneath it, complete with houses, shops, snow-covered yards and streets, children sledding, and horse-drawn sleighs. The windows of the room were draped with holly and pine garland, and large, bulging stockings hung at the fireplace. It was beautiful. Amanda said, “We never did much in the way of gifts at Christmas. Usually, we just let Santa fill our stockings. And look, there’s one for each of us. Tara, honey, why don’t you get them down and bring them to us?” Tara brought each of us our stockings. Amanda emptied hers first. The gifts inside were simple, but personal (and some, obviously expensive). There were gourmet chocolates, perfume, an onyx and jade pen and pencil set, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings. Joshua went next. He pulled out a box of pool cue chalk, a small leather-bound appointment book, after-shave, and a set of ruby and diamond cufflinks. When it was Tara’s turn, she found a bag of macadamia nuts (“My favorite!” she laughed), perfume, a new cell phone, and a small wrapped box that could have held a bracelet. “What’s this, she asked?” “Open it,” her Mom and Dad said together. When she did, she just sat there with a stunned look on her face, her lower lip trembling. “What is it?” I asked, leaning over to look. As Tara held up a key fob, a horn sounded outside. We looked up to see Suzette stepping out of a new, red Mercedes sport coupe. Joshua came over and hugged his daughter. “The truck picked up your vehicles yesterday. There was no fixing your car, so we got you a new one. Merry Christmas, honey.” “Oh Mom, Daddy, thank you!” Tara cried, her wet eyes beginning to spill tears of joy down her cheeks. “Come on, everyone, let’s go out and see it!” “Hang on a minute, sweetheart,” Amanda chided her daughter, smiling indulgently. “Let Seth empty his stocking first. Show some manners, young lady.” “I’m sorry, Mom, I’m just so excited! Seth, I’m sorry. Please, honey, empty your stocking.” I pulled out a small box of dark chocolate cherry cordials (how did they know?), a beautiful wristwatch, a cell phone, and a wrapped box like the ones neckties come in. “A cell phone!” I exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted one!” Amanda, said, “We put you on our plan. Now you can call your folks and us whenever you want, wherever you are. Since you’re on our plan, there will be no cost to you, no matter how much you talk or text.” Joshua said, “Open the wrapped box, son. I hope you like it.” I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was something wrapped in layers of tissue paper. I unfolded the paper to find a gas company credit card. “What’s this?” I asked confused. Just then, another horn blew outside. We looked out the window to see Lawrence climbing out of a shiny, black, four-door, mean-as-hell-looking new pick-up truck. It was tricked out with all the popular accessories. “We leased that truck for you,” Joshua said. “Everything is paid for, including insurance. It may be a little thirsty, though, so the gas card should keep it happy. The bills will come to me.” It was my turn to get excited. I stood up and ran to the window to get a better look. The thing was beautiful. I just stood there and stared. Then I felt Tara pressing herself against my back, her arms going around my waist. “Mom and Daddy asked what you might want, and I said your truck was showing its age. Do you like it?” “Like it? I love it!” I yelled. I looked back to see Amanda and Joshua beaming at me. “Merry Christmas, son,” they said. “Let’s all get our coats and go get a better look.” “I don’t know what to say. You guys are the best!” I said. “Thank you! But I don’t have anything for you.” “Nonsense,” Joshua said. “You already gave us our gift, one that no amount of money could ever buy. You brought our darling daughter home to us, alive and safe. No gift anyone could ever give will be better than that one. Now come on, Tara needs to take her Mom for a ride, and I really want to see what that beast of yours is like. Everyone grab their coats.” Christmas dinner with my parents was a huge success. After some initial nervousness on the part of both couples, they were all talking animatedly with each other. By the time we had our evening meal, a buffet set up in the great room, everyone was behaving as though they had been close friends for many years. We covered a number of topics, including our terrifying night with Zeke and Merle at their cabin. Everyone agreed that Tara and I had handled ourselves in the only way we could. Our mothers both felt that the big tragedy of that night was poor Merle’s death. On a brighter note, I told my folks about the job prospect I had with the race team. It turns out that my Dad knows one of their fabricators, having worked with him about ten years ago. My folks were excited about the idea, once they were convinced that the race team job would be summer employment and an internship, not a substitute for my continuing education. When it got late, I drove my parents home in my new truck, promising to return to the Hawthorne’s the next day for lunch. My folks and I talked long into the night about Tara and her family. Alone in my own bed that night, I slept poorly. I kept reaching out for her, frustrated at not feeling her warm nude body pressed against mine. Tara and I spent the next few days together, visiting old high school friends. The guys were all impressed by my new truck, but much more impressed with my new girlfriend. Tara, too, showed me off to a few of her old girlfriends. We spent a few nights at her house, keeping up the charade of going to our separate bedrooms, followed by me sneaking over to her room. Each night was both passionate and tender. Although we were constantly in heat, we were beginning to realize how deep our love for each other was becoming. Every moment we had to spend apart was agony. Tara drove me to my interview in her car. She had decided to drop me off at the race shop and then head over to campus to look for an apartment. She was going to move out of the sorority house when we got back to school. I was going to keep my dorm room, since it was already under contract. Besides, we thought it would be wise to make everything look good to our folks. I got the job with the race team. I spent my weekends at the shop, learning the operation. During Spring Break, Tara and I traveled with the team to a race, watching the events from the pits. Our car qualified well, but retired about halfway through the event with engine problems. The “post-mortem” on the motor revealed some of the same problems that the team owner had been frustrated with. We knew we had our work cut out for us, but my rapport with some of the shop crew had me hopeful that we could find solutions. __________ Tara’s family and mine grew closer. We spent some summer weekends on the yacht, not as two families and their kids, but more as three couples very much in love. By the time Tara and I returned to school that fall, we had dropped all pretenses, and took an apartment together. Tara and I both graduated with top honors from our college and got accepted to the same university, near the race team’s main shop in North Carolina. She enrolled in their medical school, and I began work on my two master’s degrees. We were both insanely busy with our studies, she spent a lot of time at the hospital, and I worked long hours at the race shop, but we spent every free moment together. Sometimes we were able to fly home on the team jet to spend time with our families. On one of those visits, Tara’s Mom pulled me aside. “Seth, I know that you and Tara are thinking about getting married. Joshua and I have talked about it a lot, and we think it would be the most wonderful thing. When we visit with your Mom and Dad, we talk about it too, and we know that they would be thrilled to have Tara as their daughter-in-law. I also know that you haven’t actually proposed to Tara. “Mom,” I said (I’d been calling her and Joshua ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ for a couple of years at this point), “I’m sort of waiting for the right moment. I’m also saving money for a nice ring. I think I’d like to propose to Tara at our family Christmas dinner this year. But please, don’t let Tara know. I really want it to be a surprise.” “Your secret’s safe with me, Seth. And I think I know how to really surprise her. Wait here.” She came back in a moment, holding her one hand behind her. “Josh’s grandmother gave something to me after his grandfather died. She wanted Tara to have it if she ever met the right man. I think she’ll like it.” She held out her hand and handed me an obviously old ring box. I opened it. Inside it was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. The large center stone was surrounded by a ring of tiny, brilliant diamonds, all in an intricate antique setting of yellow gold. “Mom, it’s beautiful. The gold reminds me of the shine of Tara’s hair, and the diamonds sparkle like her eyes when I tell her how much I love her. It’s perfect. It’s just like her. Mom, it’s just like you.” __________ We had our traditional Christmas morning together in the Hawthorne’s great room. Both our parents were there. We all emptied our stockings and had a great time examining each other’s gifts. When the last stocking had been emptied, I excused myself as though I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Joshua winked at me. He knew what I was up to. “Tara, I said, Santa left another stocking. It had a note in it that said, ‘For Seth from Santa. Share this with someone you love.’ Why don’t you open it, honey?” Tara took the tiny stocking and shook out a small package, not much larger than a pack of chewing gum. She looked at it, puzzled. “Open it, honey. I really want you to have it.” She peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a small white cardboard box. She opened the box and shook out a tightly wrapped piece of red tissue paper. When she unfolded the paper, her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. “Oh Seth!” she cried. “Will you marry me, Tara?” I asked, having gotten down on one knee in front of her. With tears running down her cheeks, Tara lifted her eyes from the ring to gaze at me. “Yes,” she whispered. I took the ring and placed in on her finger. “I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be my wife.” Tara and I were married the following summer. It was a fairly simple and small ceremony. Her father gave her away. Amanda was her matron of honor and my Mom was her bridesmaid. My Dad was my best man. Our honeymoon was really only a long weekend, because of our work, but we were ecstatic. We spent the entire time in bed, fucking our brains out! A few days before Christmas that year, we realized that it was the five-year anniversary of the horrible night we had spent in the cabin with the sadistic rapist and murderer, Zeke, and his kind-hearted, gentle giant of a brother, Merle. The weather was clear that day, so we drove along the road until we found the site of their cabin. The dirt road to it was very overgrown, so we parked on the edge of the hard road and hiked through the brush to the ruins of the cabin. It appeared as though the burned-out cabin was undisturbed. Brush and small saplings were growing through the rubble of charred timbers. We said a prayer for poor Merle, and held each other and cried. _________ Five more years passed. I had earned my master’s degrees in both electronics engineering and business management and was now running the engine shop of the race team, which we had moved to North Carolina into a new facility next to the main race shop. Our new driver had just won Rookie-of-the-Year honors, having finished third in season points. Several other teams were now buying their engines from us. Tara was taking a break from her residency in pediatric oncology, awaiting the birth of our first child. Her pregnancy had been fairly uneventful. If possible, she was now even more beautiful than she had been when I first met her. The sight of her swollen body, carrying my son, filled me with more love for her than I could comprehend. The only problem was that we could not decide on a name for the baby. When Tara’s water broke one night, we were so busy getting her to the hospital, that we didn’t even discuss the name then. Her labor was long and painful, but the delivery went well. When the baby was born, we were both impressed by his size. He cried lustily at first, but calmed down immediately when he was place in Tara’s arms. “What’s his name?” the doctor asked. Tara and I both looked at our precious son. Then we gazed at each other with love. “Look at him, honey,” I said. “He’s so big, and yet so gentle. He already looks like he loves you. Only one name will do for him.” “I know, Seth. You’re right. I’m surprised we didn’t realize this before.” Turning to look at the doctor, she said, “His name is Merle.” The End

Sexual intimacy plays a vital role in relationships, and exploring different positions can enhance connection, pleasure, and satisfaction. Couples around the world have shared their favorite sexual positions, highlighting those that bring the most enjoyment and closeness. This post presents the top 10 best sexual positions as voted by couples globally, offering practical insights and tips to try them safely and comfortably. Top Sexual Positions 1. Missionary Position The missionary position remains a classic favorite for many couples. It involves one partner lying on their back while the other lies on top facing them. This position allows for deep eye contact and easy communication, which strengthens emotional intimacy. Benefits: Simple, comfortable, and great for beginners. Tips: Use pillows under the hips to adjust angles and increase comfort. Variation: The receiving partner can wrap their legs around the other for deeper penetration. 2. Doggy Style Doggy style is popular for its ability to provide deeper penetration and different stimulation angles. One partner kneels or stands while the other leans forward or rests on hands and knees. Benefits: Allows for intense sensations and easy access for manual or oral stimulation. Tips: Adjust the height and angle by using furniture or pillows. Variation: The receiving partner can lower their chest to the bed for a more relaxed position. 3. Spooning Spooning is a side-by-side position where both partners lie on their sides, with one partner behind the other. This position is intimate and gentle, perfect for slow and sensual experiences. Benefits: Comfortable for long sessions and ideal for close physical contact. Tips: Use pillows to support the back or hips for better alignment. Variation: The partner behind can lift the receiving partner’s top leg for deeper penetration. 4. Cowgirl In the cowgirl position, one partner lies on their back while the other straddles them facing forward. This position gives the partner on top control over rhythm and depth. Benefits: Empowers the partner on top and allows for eye contact. Tips: The partner on top can lean forward or backward to change sensations. Variation: Reverse cowgirl, where the partner on top faces away, offers a different angle. 5. Standing Standing positions can add excitement and spontaneity. Both partners stand facing each other or with one partner behind. Benefits: Great for quick encounters and can be done in various locations. Tips: Use a wall or sturdy surface for support and balance. Variation: The receiving partner can lift one leg to change the angle. 6. Seated Position Seated positions involve one partner sitting on a chair or edge of a surface while the other straddles or sits on their lap. This allows for close contact and easy control. Benefits: Encourages intimacy and eye contact. Tips: Choose a sturdy chair without arms for more freedom of movement. Variation: The partner sitting can lean back or forward to alter pressure and depth. 7. Lotus Position The lotus position is a seated embrace where both partners sit facing each other with legs intertwined. This position promotes closeness and connection. Benefits: Deep emotional intimacy and full-body contact. Tips: Use cushions for comfort and support. Variation: Leaning back or forward changes the intensity and angle. 8. The Bridge In the bridge position, one partner lies on their back and lifts their hips, supported by feet and shoulders, while the other partner enters from a kneeling or standing position. Benefits: Allows for deep penetration and varied stimulation. Tips: Strength and flexibility help maintain this position comfortably. Variation: The partner on top can adjust height or angle for different sensations. 9. Side-by-Side Face-to-Face This position involves both partners lying on their sides facing each other, allowing for kissing and eye contact. Benefits: Comfortable and intimate with easy access for touching. Tips: Use pillows to support neck and back. Variation: One partner can lift a leg to increase penetration depth. 10. The Wheelbarrow The wheelbarrow position is more adventurous, with one partner supporting themselves on hands while the other holds their legs. Benefits: Offers a unique angle and intense stimulation. Tips: Requires strength and balance; communicate clearly to avoid discomfort. Variation: Adjust hand placement or leg height for comfort. Exploring these top sexual positions can bring variety and excitement to your intimate life. Each position offers unique benefits, from deep emotional connection to physical pleasure. Remember to communicate openly with your partner about comfort and preferences, and use pillows or supports to enhance experience and reduce strain. 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This is the story of Mrs. Goodwin and me. I got along well with Mrs. Goodwin from the start. I was well behaved with good manners. Mrs. Goodwin selected me to lead the group exercises that we did at the beginning of each class because I could bellow like a Drill Instructor. Also, I was entrusted with the running of little errands for Mrs. Goodwin, and that helped be get out of some of the more onerous games, like paddle tennis. Where Mrs. Goodwin and I really hit it off was with our enjoyment of running track. She had been on the track team when she was at university, and was glad to pass on some tips and pointers to me. In those days the girl’s coaches wore baggy navy-blue walking shorts and light blue polo shirts with the school logo on the left breast. Mrs. Goodwin herself was tall, with long legs. She wore her medium brown hair short, with no real attempt to make in stylish. Her face, arms and legs were well tanned. She was not what would be called ravishingly beautiful, with a long somewhat angular, face. She had a sweet smile and her light blue eyes would sparkle when she did. One thing that I noticed early on was the surgery scar on her left knee. She told the class that she had landed badly doing a high jump and had torn the tendons so badly that that ended her track and field career. With all that said, I really liked Mrs. Goodwin as a teacher and as a person. The highlight of the year in the PE department was the yearly school track meet, and this year the highlight was to be a head-to-head contest of the 4x100 yard relay: Mr. Hannigan’s coed PE class versus Mrs. Goodwin’s coed PE class. The ground rules were that each class would have two boys and two girls on the relay team, and they could run any leg. After try-outs and practice I was selected to run the anchor leg of this important race. When the day of the track meet finally arrived I was ready. I did well in my other events: the standing and running long jumps; and the 50, 100 and 440 yard dashes. The 4x100 relay was the last event of the day. I won’t bother with the detail of the race, just suffice it to say that Carla gave me a two-stride lead going into the anchor leg, and I never looked back. I stuck around after the meet to help put away the equipment and bleachers. When that job was done I headed to the locker room to shower and change. When I was ready to leave school I went by the girl’s PE office to say good-bye to Mrs. Goodwin. When I entered the office I didn’t see anyone. “Hello! Mrs. Goodwin?” I called, “its Andrew.” “I’m here in the back,” came her muffled reply. “Come on back! If the girl’s PE building was laid out like the boy’s, I was headed towards the coaches locker room. The door to the locker room was about halfway open, so I poked my head in. Mrs. Goodwin was seated with her back to me on the bench in front of her open locker. She only had on her bra and full sized briefs: ‘granny panties.’ I stammered an apology and started to withdraw. My thoughts were in a jumble. I was startled, embarrassed and turned on all at once. Mrs. Goodwin looked over her shoulder with a smile. “Come on in, Andrew. I won’t bite.” I entered the locker room, still staying by the door, ready to make a hurried exit if needed. “You did a great job at the track meet today, Andrew.” “Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin.” “‘Mrs. Goodwin’ is too formal for friends, Andrew. When we aren’t in class you should call me ‘Joan.’” “Ah…Okay, Joan,” I sort of stammered. She said we were friends, I liked that. I had always been fond of Mrs. Goodwin. In a heartbeat I realized that all along I had a crush on her. Mrs. Goodwin had shown me nothing but kindness, and I always wanted to please her. My mind was in a whorl. Here I was, talking with my PE teacher, in the coach’s locker room, while she was wearing only her underwear. And she was acting as if it was the natural thing in the world to do. “I’ve enjoyed having you in my class this semester, Andrew. You have always been such a nice young man. “Thanks, Mrs. Goodwin,” I said falling back into formality. “I’ve liked being in you class.” “Just another couple of weeks and you’re off for the summer. Any vacation plans?” “I don’t think so. Mom has to work, and I’m going to Summer School at the high school.” My mom had a rule: unless I had a paying job I had to go to summer school. “Andrew, would you be a dear and undo my bra?” she asked. I would have walked on the ceiling if she had asked me to! I stepped over to Mrs. Goodwin. I knew how bras were fastened, having helped my mom sort laundry. I undid the three hooks and gently let my hands fall to my sides. Joan took the straps off of her shoulder and tossed the now empty bra into her locker. This was in the days before sports bras had even been thought of, so Mrs. Goodwin had to wear her bra tight to keep her breasts from bouncing too much. I saw the deep marks on her shoulders from the straps, and I felt sorry. I don’t like to see anyone suffering. On impulse I reached up and started to massage her shoulder and neck. The simple act of touching her bare skin made my penis stir in my jeans. “Oh, Andrew, oh…yes, that feels so good,” she said rolling her neck in enjoyment. I worked my way lower down her back. I started to really massage deeply. I could feel the tension squirt out of her muscles, like toothpaste out of a tube. Joan leaned over so I could reach her entire back. After several moments she let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “Thank you, Sweetie,” Joan said looking back over shoulder. “You do that very well.” “Thanks, Joan.” I was looking at her panty clad bottom. Her briefs were of thin white cotton, so there was just a hint of flesh underneath: a very intriguing sight for a fifteen year old boy. “You’ve had a good look at my back, Andrew. Would you like to look at my front?” I was dumbfounded! Here was a mature woman inviting me to look at her breasts. Not some furtive peeking at some classmates budding titties, just come on and have a look. It took me a moment or two to find my voice again. “Yes, Mrs. Goodwin, I would like to look at your front.” I did not trust myself to say the word ‘breasts.’ I sidled around the bench until knees were almost touching. I could not really take my eyes off of my shoes. I was embarrassed and scared that something awful was going to happen. “Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Joan said in a reassuring voice. “They won’t hurt you.” With that I looked up. All guys want to have something sophisticated or cool to say at a time like this. “Gee, Mrs. Goodwin, what did you do to make them so beautiful?” is what I blurted out. She threw her head back and laughed. I had the pleasure of seeing her breasts jiggle as she laughed. My penis was making its presence known by its incessant pulsing. Mrs. Goodwin smiled at me as she reached out and touched my cheek. “Andrew that is the sweetest thing anybody has said to me in a long, long time.” “What about Mr. Goodwin?” Joan sighed again. “He doesn’t look at me all that often anymore.” My parents had been divorced since I was five years old, and too young to read the signs. I didn’t know that intimacy was often an early casualty of marriage. I now took the time to have a good look at Joan’s breasts. They were full, sort of pear-shaped, and low slung with large pale pink areolas and prominent nipples. She turned a little left and right so I could see them from several different angles. They were very nice. My penis was threatening to burst out of my jeans. “Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts before?” “No.” I was too absorbed in staring at her breasts to reply with more than monosyllables. “Not even in a magazine?” Joan asked playfully. “No…Well, maybe once or twice,” I admitted. “Sweetie,” Joan said softly, “I want you to touch them.” I must have given her a look of blank surprise because she nodded her head at me and smiled again. Slowly, in part wanting to savor the moment and part apprehension that I was going to wake up from a dream, I reached out to Joan’s beautiful breasts. The moment that I first touched Joan was an instant to remember. Her breasts were soft, yet at the same time firm. And they were warm to my touch. Purely out of male instincts I began to gently squeeze and caress them. My efforts were rewarded by the magical feeling of Joan’s nipples becoming erect against the palms of my hands. Joan moaned softy and put her hands on mine. “Oh Sweetie, that feels wonderful.” All I could do was give a gentle squeeze as answer. “Kiss them, Sweetie, kiss them!” Joan ordered breathlessly. Reluctantly I released her breasts and knelt down between her legs. I bent slightly to start kissing Joan’s breasts. I resisted the impulse to head straight for the nipple of her right breast. Instead I started my kisses at the base. With tender kisses I slowly inched my way across and down towards her nipple. “Oh, Andrew,” she murmured, “You have the softest lips!” As I approached the areola, I started kissing around the edge, gradually spiraling closer and closer towards the nipple of her breast. “Oh Sweetie, you are such a tease!” When I eventually reached Joan’s nipple, I gave it the lightest kiss, then another a little harder, and then I took the sweet jewel in my mouth. Joan started stroking my hair. “Sweetie, that feels wonderful! Don’t stop. It’s been so long!” She then pulled me close, between her beautiful breasts. She kissed me on the top of head, and then she took my head in both hands and brought me up to kiss her on the lips. She gave me a very long tender kiss. “We have to wait. We can’t let someone catch us here.” I nodded dumbly. “Can you come to my house, Sweetie?” I found my voice again. “Sure, where do you live?” Joan rattled off an address. It was only about two miles from campus in the opposite direction from my house. I nodded in agreement. It would not be too far of a bike ride. “I need to call my mom,” I said as I stood up. “Use the phone on my desk.” Joan smiled again at me. “Now scoot!” she ordered playfully. I had just settled in behind Mrs. Goodwin’s desk when Mrs. Cole came into the office. It was a good thing too: my penis making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. “Mrs. Goodwin said I could use the phone to call my mom, Mrs. Cole.” “All right,” she said, “Just make it quick.” She then did something very odd: she smiled at me. “You did an excellent job at the track meet today, young man.” “Thank you, Ma’am,” I knew that it was best to be very formal with Mrs. Cole. “I wanted to beat the pants off of Mr. Hannigan’s class.” “Yes, Ma’am.” With a nod Mrs. Cole headed back towards the locker room. I picked up the phone and asked the school operator for an outside line. I dialed my mom’s work number. “Hi Mom.” “Oh hi there. I’m glad you called. I was going to call you. Ray has asked me to go out to dinner and a movie tonight.” Ray was my mom’s boyfriend. I was not that fond of him, but that is another story. “You’ll have to find your own dinner.” “Then I guess it’s okay if I go over to Hal’s house then?” I said giving a plausible lie. Hal was my best friend and I often went over to his house on the way home from school. “Of course, dear.” “Maybe I can mooch a meal off of Mrs. Taylor.” Mom laughed. Mrs. Taylor, Hal’s mom, had the well deserved reputation of being a really lousy cook. Hal often came over meals at our house. “Maybe you can, but there’s a casserole in the freezer if you’d rather.” “Okay, Mom,” I said brightly. “You and Ray have a good time.” “Sure thing. Bye” “Bye Mom,” I said as I hung up the phone. It was all set. I knew that Ray would keep Mom out until at least midnight, so I had no constraints. I figured that it would take Mrs. Goodwin another fifteen minutes or so to shower and change. I had enough time to go to my locker, get my book bag and then get my bike. I rode over to the faculty parking lot, looking for Mrs. Goodwin’s car. I was very sure that she drove a Gold Duster, but I wasn’t completely sure. I cruised around the parking lot trying not to look like I was loitering. Sure enough, Mrs. Goodwin came walking into the parking lot and headed towards that Gold Duster that I had pegged as hers. She had changed into a nice pair of tan slacks and plain white blouse. I rode my bike over to her. “Hi Mrs. Goodwin.” “Oh hi, Andrew. Still here?” she said with a smile. She dug into the pocket of her slacks and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “Could you be a sweetie and throw this away for me?” she asked. “Sure, Mrs. Goodwin,” I said taking the paper. I got up on the pedals of my bike. “Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Goodwin.” “I’m sure I will, Andrew,” she called after me as I rode away. Once I had saw Joan drive away I un-crumpled the paper she had given me. As I suspected it was her address and the notation ‘Give me ten minutes.’ That was an easy enough request to follow, and I figured that it would take another ten minutes of so to ride over to her house. I gave Mrs. Goodwin the ten minute head start that she wanted, and then rode over to her house. I was right in my estimate of how long it took. Mrs. Goodwin’s house was a rather nondescript southern Californian late fifty’s era tract house. It was white with yellow trim, and a nice green lawn in front. Mrs. Goodwin’s car was in the driveway. I pulled my bike up in front of her car. I had a kind of odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked up to the front door. I liked Mrs. Goodwin, I was still turned on by what had happened in the coach’s locker room, and part of me wanted to continue, but also part of me wanted to run away. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Goodwin opened the door. “Well hello there, Andrew!” she said smiling at me, “Please come in. How nice of you to drop by.” She led me into the living room. I noticed that was dark because the blinds were closed. She reached out her arms. I stepped up to her and we hugged for a long moment, nothing more. It felt so nice just being held by Joan, feeling her breasts against my chest. My penis was making itself known again. We then kissed on the lips. I was surprised when Joan tickled my lips with the tip of her tongue. I was ignorant of French kissing. With a little prompting I opened my mouth and let her tongue slip into my mouth. It was a weird feeling at but I sort of got used to it after a bit. I returned the favor and slipped my tongue into her mouth. When we broke that passionate kiss, Joan patted my cheek. “Very nice, Andrew. You’re learning. Now, why don’t you have a seat on the sofa? Take off your shoes and stay awhile. I would offer you something, but I’m not used to having guests over to visit.” I did as I was asked, and sat down on the sofa. “I’ll be right back, Sweetie.” I waited for what seemed like a long time, but was really just a few minutes. When Joan came back in she was wearing a silky pink robe. She looked beautiful. She sat at the end of sofa. “Come here, Sweetie,” Joan said patting the seat next to her. I scooted over to her. I was quivering in anticipation. This whole thing seemed like a dream. If it was a dream I wanted it to slow down so I could savor every second of it before I woke up. She leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips again. It felt wonder again. Automatically I took her in my arms. Locked in our embrace, Joan gently leaned back, pulling me with her. I reached out and took her right breast in my hand and we kissed deeply and passionately. Joan worked her gown open and guided my hand to her bare breasts. I caressed those two perfect breasts. Joan slipped her tongue into my mouth again. I was expecting it this time, so I let myself enjoy the sensation. With all of the simulation my blood was coming to boil. I broke our French kiss. I started smothering Joan’s face with kisses. My lips were everywhere: her eyelids, her ears, even the tip of her nose. “Oh yes, Sweetie…Love me, Andrew, Sweetie, love me!” Joan murmured. “I do love you, Joan!” I blurted out between kissed. In her infinite wisdom she soon put her fingers to my lips. “Shush, shush, Sweetie. We have plenty of time. No need to hurry. Let’s just cuddle for a bit.” Reluctantly I stopped my kissing. I rested my head on her shoulder, and she started stroking my hair, after she closed her robe. “That’s it, Sweetie, just let me hold you.” “You know, Andrew, dear,” Joan whispered in my ear after a few moments of silence, “I’ve always found attractive, since that first in day class.” “I’ve always liked you too, Joan.” “I’ve known that too.” We just held onto each other for a while. To continue my cooking metaphor, I had clamed down to a gentle simmer, and I guess that Joan could tell it was time to turn the heat back up a bit. “Andrew,” she said with a mock seriousness in her voice, “You have been neglecting someone.” I gave her a baffled look. She opened her gown to expose her left breast. I now knew hat she was talking about. Back in the locker room I only had the chance to kiss her right breast, and the way we had been reclining on the sofa it was my left hand that was free to do the feeling, so I was more inclined to reach out for her right breast. I knew what to do. As before I started kissing the base of her breast and slowly worked my way towards the nipple. “Sweetie, you just know how to please me.” She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. “We don’t want anyone to feel left out, dear.” Joan then murmured and stroked my hair. “Oh yes, Sweetie, suckle my tittie!” I decided to be a little bolder and I licked the sweet bud of her nipple. This seemed to hit a nerve. “Oh yes, Sweetie, oh yes,” Joan moaned softly. “Nibble on it, Sweetie.” I felt a little odd at this request, but I gently took her nipple between my teeth. I did not want to hurt her. “That’s…yes…that’s perfect, darling, Sweetie, Andrew, lover, oh yes!” Without any prompting I changed over to her right breast and started kissing, licking sucking on that nipple. After several minutes of that Joan stopped me again. “You know, Andrew,” she said taking my head in both hands. “You have me at a disadvantage: you have too many clothes on. Let’s start by taking your shirt off.” I obeyed and eased my OP polo shirt over my head and off. This was just the opening that Joan was waiting for. She kissed me on the right nipple. I almost jumped at the sensation. I had never thought of getting pleasure from my nipples, but the way Joan kissed them changed my mind. “Oh, Joan,” I murmured. “That feels wonderful!” It was my turn to stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. Her hair was soft and fine. It felt good under my fingers. Between kiss she asked: “Did you ever notice that when I assigned color to the teams, I almost always had your squad change to red shirts? I liked looking at your chest.” She was referring to the individual squad teams in PE class. The boys wore reversible t-shirts: grey on one side, red on the other. To tell teams apart on team of boys would change from grey side out to red side out, or go with out shirts; and the girls, much as the boys would have liked to see them change shirts; wore these stupid looking red tie-on bibs. “I always liked it when you chose to go ‘skins.’” When Joan had finished kissing and caressing my chest, she leaned back in the corner of the sofa. She opened her robe completely. She was wearing a very pretty pair of white briefs. They had a lace waistband and panels of lace that framed her mound. Much as I liked looking at her breasts, I could not take my eyes off of her pubes. My blood was starting to boil again. “Would you like to kiss me down there?” Joan asked, noting my interest. “Yes,” I whispered huskily. “Then come here, Sweetie.” There was something that I had to take care of first: I took off my jeans and socks, so I was just wearing my briefs. My penis was straining at the front. There was even a wet spot where I leaked a little in my excitement. Joan smiled as I stripped off my pants. She reached over and patted the prominence in the front of my underwear. “Very nice, very nice indeed!” she complemented me. “I’ll attend to you later.” I leaned over to her and kissed full on the lips. Taking my time had worked well before, so I figured to continue with a winning strategy. I kissed Joan’s lips for a few seconds, then I moved to her cheeks, the down her neck, down her chest with a slight detour to kiss under her right breast. Joan who had been breathing heavily, jerked and giggled. “That tickles!” I continued down her beautiful body. Joan was about fifty years old, so her tummy was a little soft, but I didn’t care. On impulse I rubbed my nose against her navel. I slipped myself off of the sofa and knelt between Joan’s legs. By now I had reached the waistband of her briefs. I didn’t take them off; I kept kissing her through the smooth material of her undies. I eased my under her and held her bottom. I moved my lips closer and closer to her womanhood. I had heard the locker room jokes about women’s pussies smelling like dead fish or rotten cheese. Joan had a very delicate scent, with just a hint of muskiness to it. I fell in love with the aroma of woman’s pussies at that moment, although, never did I find one that had as sweet a perfume as Joan Goodwin’s. (Yes, over the years I’ve come across women whose pubic hair was a rough as steel wool, whose vaginal juices were as thick as used motor oil, and who did smell like rotten cheese.) When my lips first touched the soaking crotch of Joan’s panties, my penis felt like it wanted to burst. I knew that I would ejaculate in an instant if I so much as touched it. I kissed up and down the length of her vulva. I then kissed the crease where her legs joined her torso. There were wisps of fine pubic hair sticking out of her panty. I worked my tongue inside of her undies for my first taste of heaven. It’s hard to describe the taste, but Joan was light, thin and sweet. “Oh Sweetie, take them off! Take them off, you tease!” Joan moaned. In response I started easing her panties off. I stopped kissing her pussy, and as each little bit of skin was exposed I kissed it. I was slightly surprised. This was in the early days of ‘The Penthouse Revolution’ when men’s magazines first started showing the pubic hair of their model. From the few times I had seen those types of magazines I knew that women had thick amounts of pubic hair on their pussies. As I’ve mentioned Joan was in her fifties, so instead of a thick, dark bush her pussy had a thinner coverage, as was graying a little bit. I didn’t care, the hair was long and fine textured and it felt good as I kissed across and down her mound of Venus. When I came to between her legs I paused to take my first good look at woman’s genitals. Here the information from Sex Ed class was actually of some use. I did know the technical names of the various parts of a woman’s anatomy. Because of her age a bit of Joan’s labia minora were peeking out in what I would later to learn to a call a ‘butterfly.’ I thought it was a beautiful sight. Again I kissed up and down the length of her womanhood. The tastes and scents were driving me crazy. The pot was about to boil over, to continue my metaphor. “Use your tongue, Sweetie!” Joan moaned. “Lick me, taste me, put your tongue in me, Sweetie.” I did as I was told. The textures of the skin and fine hair, combined with the ambrosial taste of Joan were heaven on earth for me. I didn’t want to stop, and from Joan’s moans and murmured endearments, she didn’t want me to stop either. I parted her labia with the tip of my tongue. I licked deeper and deeper into the folds of her womanhood. The tip of my tongue found the sweet bud of her clitoris, and I caressed it lightly. I was totally surprised by the reaction. Joan groaned, moaned, arched her back and clamped my head between her legs. She called out my name, and with an overarching ‘Sweetie!’ she collapsed. I sat back on my heels. In my innocence I thought, for a brief moment only, that Joan had had a heart attack. I was reassured when she started breathing deeply. She looked so beautiful laying there naked except for her robe, which was wide open. “Oh, Andrew, that was wonderful!” She said smiling at me. “You know what I want.” I got up and sat back down on the sofa and closed my eyes. I may not have had an orgasm, but I was emotionally fulfilled. I had taken great pleasure in giving Joan her pleasure. I opened my eyes when I felt Joan move off of the sofa. She was positioning herself in front of me, kneeling on the floor. “Turnabout is fair play, Sweetie.” Joan leaned over kissed me on the lips. I reached out for her breasts. Gently she pushed my hands away. “Just lean back and enjoy, Sweetie. Let me do all the work now.” She rubbed my chest and nipples as she kissed me tenderly on the face. As I had done for her, she worked her way down my torso. I did as I was told and leaned back. At least until she got to the lower edge of my ribs. She hit just the right spot and it was my turn to jump from being tickled. “Oh, you like that?” Joan asked mischievously, “How about this?” she asked as she tickled the other side of my ribs with her fingers. I convulsed with laughter. She smiled at me yet again. “I’m sorry Sweetie, I just couldn’t resist. Lay back again. I’ll be good. I promise.” Joan resumed her kissing, studiously avoiding my ribs. When she got to my briefs she started easing the waistband down. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. Joan was about to see my penis! No woman, except mom years ago, had seen my privates. I was struck with a sudden anxiety about my size, but I was enjoying myself too much to worry. I wanted Joan to see me. Joan gently took my penis with one have and pulled my briefs out of the way. My fears were allayed by what she said next. “Beautiful! Just like I’ve imagined, Sweetie.” Of course I had masturbated, and enjoyed it very much. Now, with someone else, a beautiful woman handling my manhood it felt better than it ever had when I did it. Gently, knowingly, Joan softly pumped her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was in heaven again. I closed my eyes to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. I was startled when I felt something warm and wet on my penis. I opened my eyes. Joan had taken my erect penis in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down while she fondled my testicles. It was a wonderful sensation but I didn’t want it. “No, Mrs. Goodwin, no,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” Joan removed her mouth from my organ. “I won’t let you, Sweetie. When that happens I gag and it ruins the mood.” She resumed gently masturbating me. “Besides, I want you to cum in only one place,” she gave me another mischievous look, “And that place is not here.” She took my briefs off the rest of the way and stood up. She held out her hand to help me off the couch into a hug. Our naked, or almost naked, bodies touched. The sheer pleasure of feeling her soft, warm flesh against mine was magnificent. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, and my penis was squeezed against her leg. We kissed again, my hands scrambling for her breasts and bottom, while Joan took hold of my penis again. I struggled with alternating hands to slip her robe off her shoulders. Shortly it joined the rest of our clothes on the living room floor. My manly instincts took hold, and I reached between her legs to touch her pussy. “Yes, Sweetie, that feels so good.” Joan whispered in my ear as I slipped my finger between her labia. I rubbed around until I found her clitoris. She reached a small orgasm quickly. I was amazed at how sensitive she was. Joan backed out of my hug. “Come with me, Sweetie,” she beckoned. I followed her gently swaying bottom down the hall and into her bedroom. It was obvious even to my inexperienced eyes that this was a woman’s bedroom: nice curtains, soft carpet, various feminine type knickknacks on the dresser and such. What I really noticed was the bed had been turned down so it was open an inviting. Joan lay down, and adjusted the pillows. “Come here, Andrew, lay next to me so we can cuddle some more.” I took my place next to her and we eased into each other’s arms. Our lips met, and our hands roved. I could not resist the allure of Joan’s breasts, so I wiggled down to kiss and fondle the while Joan played with my erect penis. “Andrew, Sweetie,” she whispered, “Are you ready?” “Oh yes, Joan, I’m ready.” My words belied my nervousness. The Sex Education unit that was part of the overall health class was useless at this time. I knew all about the difference between myosis and mitosis; the process of menstruation and a woman’s fertility cycle; and how the sperm and he ovum would come together to produce a zygote; but the actual way of bring the two together was not covered in the course material. There were still things one had to learn hanging around on grubby street corners or the boy’s locker room. We rolled around so I was lying on top of Joan. She spread her legs and my penis touched her pussy. It was a marvelous and exciting feeling. I started to rub against her. Joan bent her knees and reached around and gently guided my expectant member into her vagina. The sensation of entering a woman for the first time was, and is, an event really beyond the scope of words. It was warm, wet, velvety and a thousand other wonderful words. I knew what to do and I started thrusting. Ever the wise woman that she is, Joan wrapped her legs around my bottom to keep from falling out. Being hyper-stimulated I lasted only a minute or so before I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I groaned loudly and collapsed on Joan. I was emotionally on edge. In the space of an amazing Friday afternoon I had been given my first adult kiss, felt my first woman’s breasts, seen my first naked woman, tasted my first pussy and now had my first experience of sexual intercourse. My breathing was coming in heaving gaps and my heart was pounding when the sound of Joan softly crying entered into my world. That pushed me over an edge and tears welled up in my eyes. “I’m sorry if I did it wrong, Mrs. Goodwin,” I blubbered, “I’m sorry! It’s all my fault.” Joan clutched me to her breast. She stroked my hair as she rocked me back and forth. “Shush, Sweetie, no, no, no, you were wonderful. It’s just that it’s been almost seven years since I’ve had sex with a man. That’s why I’m teary.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, Andrew, you did more that that, Sweetie, you made love to me.” “I came to fast,” I whispered sadly. “Sweetie, I knew that you would. It wasn’t a disappointment.” I could tell by the change in the sound of her voice that her tears were finished. “It’s more that just getting inside a woman. It’s all the wonderful things we did before. Now we have all the wonderful things that come after.” She paused. “Besides, we still have more time. We’ll have another chance.” “You mean it?” I asked earnestly. “Of course I do, Sweetie. I’m trusting in the stamina of teenage boys.” She pulled the top sheet over us. “Now why don’t we just lay here and enjoy each other.” So we lay next to each other gently caressing each other, and softly kissing. Nothing strenuous or overly stimulating, just enough to keep the pot simmering. “Tell me Andrew, do you masturbate?” “Yes.” “Who do you think about?” “Some of the girls,” I said evasively. “Like whom?” Joan asked teasingly. “Well, Carla,” I said naming one of the girls in my PE squad. “She is a nice enough girl. I don’t think she realizes what a teaser she is with her knickers always showing.” Joan observed. “Anyone else? Like Terry?” she asked. “Her mother should buy her a stronger bra.” All of the guys were horny for Terry. She was very buxom and single handedly made jumping-jacks a spectator sport. “Yeah I’ve thought of her too.” “What about me?” I swallowed. “Yes.” I admitted softly. Joan laughed and gave me a big squeeze. “I had a hunch that you had, Sweetie.” “I’ll never think of anyone else!” I promised emphatically. Joan laughed again. “You dear boy.” She kissed me full on the lips again. “If you do ever think of someone else, don’t tell me.” With that she picked up the pace of our caressing and fondling. I did not need much to arouse me again, and I got that arousal from caressing Joan’s pussy. She was still wet from both of us, so I was able to slip my right middle finger into her vagina easily. “Oh Sweetie, yes, that feels wonderful.” Joan said huskily. Her breathing then became rapid and shallow. “Oh, oh, yes, Sweetie, lover, oh, don’t stop, oh, oh, oh.” She moaned, her words tumbling out faster and faster. She clutched me tightly and buried her head against my shoulder to muffle a scream of pure pleasure. I was again taken aback by the intensity of Joan’s orgasms. “Sweetie, you do that very well.” Joan said from my shoulder. “Now let’s do something different.” She rolled me on to my back. “You see, Sweetie, the woman can be in charge sometimes,” she told me playfully. Joan draped her left leg over my legs. She rubbed my chest and kissed my face and nipples while she gently fondled my penis. I loved the sensations of her lips on my nipples and her hand on my penis. When Joan determined that we were ready again she knelt over me and slowly lowered herself onto my waiting penis. For the second time that afternoon I felt the extraordinarily wonderful sensation of being in a warm and loving woman. Joan slowly bobbed up and down. “You see, Sweetie, this way the woman can control the pace to her liking.” What was to my liking was the face that her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes. I took hold of them and fondled and caressed them to my hearts content. I was able to take the nipples in my mouth as well. “Oh yes, Sweetie, that is so nice. Yes…yes,” she murmured in pleasure. As our climaxes approached Joan picked up the pace. I answered by thrusting with my pelvis to meet her strokes. I moaned my pleasure, and with a cry of “Oh Joan!” I ejaculated deep inside her. The sensation of my semen flooding her was enough to push Joan over the edge of her orgasm. She gave an inarticulate yell of ecstasy and she collapsed into my waiting arms. We lay quietly in each other arms for several moments enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth, and not wanting it to end. Regrettable things had to move on. “Oh Sweetie, Andrew,” Joan whispered “You were magnificent. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. Thank you, Andrew.” “Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin.” I wanted to say ‘I love you, Joan,’ but I could not get the words out. “Much as we might want to keep going, Sweetie, we have to stop.” She smiled down at me. “We’ve made a mess of the living room and my bed. We need to tidy up before Jack comes home.” The mention of her husband made me feel sick to my stomach. I just cuckolded Mr. Goodwin. My upbringing told me that it was a sinful thing to do. Joan noticed the queasy look on my face. She held me tightly. “I know, Sweetie,” she said softly and slowly. “It may not be right, but you are very special to me, Andrew. And Jack has given up his rights to me. I’ve been lonely for a man’s touch.” This time I was able to get the words out. “I love you, Joan.” “I love you too, Andrew, my dearest, my Sweetie.” We hugged tightly again. “Now come on, we’ve got work to do.” Joan directed me to have a quick wash in her bathroom while she stripped the bed. Joan brought me my clothes. I was a little disappointed that while I was washing up she had gotten dressed again. Things were all quiet when Mr. Goodwin came home from work. A load of laundry was in the washer, and I was sitting chastely with Mrs. Goodwin on the couch looking at what I had found on the bookshelf earlier, true erotica novels.

A Romantic Story We woke up early for our flight, first heading to Los Angeles and then to Honolulu for our romantic honeymoon, where we stayed at an oceanfront hotel on Waikiki Beach. Although Oahu isn't my favorite island, once Rosie mentioned that her grandfather's brother had died on the USS Arizona, I knew we would spend several days there. The Arizona Memorial is very popular, so we left the hotel at 7:30 a.m. to head to the naval base at Pearl Harbor. The ticket line was short, but we still had to wait two hours before boarding the tender to the Memorial. We spent much of this time in the small museum and the rest outside, enjoying the views and the pleasant weather. Finally, our turn came, and we took the five-minute ride. I noticed that many, like us, wore the flower leis we had received at the airport or hotel. The atmosphere was appropriately solemn as we walked directly to the list of those who had made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom, where she found her relative's name. Holding hands, we said a silent prayer and placed our leis into the water. Seeing the outline of the ship, which still holds the remains of over 1,100 brave sailors, was as moving as it was eerie. Twenty minutes later, we were back on land. We spent most of our time at the beach where Rosie teased me about my pale skin. Any tan I may have picked up over the summer was long gone by January. Rosie’s Mediterranean skin handled the sun relatively easily, but my ultra-fair Irish skin was prone to burning severely and even blistering. Rosie made sure I had plenty of SPF 50 sunscreen on every exposed part of my body. Of course, I was more than happy to reciprocate on her even though she jokingly called me a lecherous pervert every time. We stayed on Oahu for three days and nights before catching an inter-island flight to Kauai. Kauai is the oldest of the Hawaiian chain and, in many regards, it’s the most beautiful. But, if you want to swim in the ocean there’s only one place to go—the south shore near Poipu. The eastern and northern shores are loaded with sharp and dangerous coral. We stayed at the Sheraton in Poipu Beach. Our second day there I drove Rosie up to Hanalei Bay where the story “South Pacific” had been filmed decades ago. We boarded a small boat for a tour of the Na Pali Coast where deep green fluted mountains appear to rise straight out of the dark blue sea. Rosie was clearly impressed with the sheer beauty of the area. After lunch we drove to Princeville where we sat along the shore path to watch the big wave surfers. The trade winds continuously blow from Alaska to the Hawaiian Islands. On Kauai, there's an offshore reef about half a mile out that catches the waves, causing them to compress and rise, reaching heights of sixty or seventy feet. Surfers are towed to the reef by jet-skis, though I personally thought they were all out of their minds. On our drive back to the hotel, Rosie made me promise never to consider doing anything so risky. The following day, I drove us back to the airport for a helicopter tour of the island. It was amazing to see the Na Pali Coast from a different angle. Among the islands, Kauai, the oldest, and Hawaii, the youngest, are the best places to explore by helicopter. After spending four days on Kauai, Hawaii was our next stop. >>>>>> Rosie’s face told me she was having a blast on our honeymoon. We were making love two to three times every day and were still finding time for sightseeing, swimming, and everything that vacationers can do in our fiftieth state. “I suggest you keep a sharp eye out the window when we land. Kauai is the oldest island, but Hawaii is the youngest and it shows. You’ll see exactly what I mean.” Rosie leaned across the seat to kiss me quickly then returned her gaze to the small window. A few minutes later she looked back in shock. “What is that, Steven? It looks like some barren desert, only black.” “You’ll see plenty of that here. It’s lava. In some areas it’s hard rock and in others it’s more like soil, but black and barren it is in most places.” We picked up our rental car and were driving north to our hotel, the Marriott in Waikoloa, and passing mile after mile of mostly barren lava fields. It’s not the best hotel on the big island, but it’s up there and the shopping mall just across the street has plenty of decent restaurants and shops. It has a beach on a bay that’s extremely safe with conditions similar to those we had at home in Long Island Sound. We spent one day driving south past the city of Kona to Volcanoes National Park. It’s a really interesting place where you can see the effects of the active volcano closely, but safely. Rosie picked up the odor of sulphur coming from the many vents almost immediately. The gas is poisonous and can form a strong acid when it comes into contact with water so some areas of the park are banned for visitors. We visited the museum and the overlook of the awesome caldera. A slight detour on the way back took us to Volcano winery. It was interesting and tasty even though Rosie restricted herself to grape juice. I asked them to ship a case to my office, knowing that Joyce would hold them for my return. The following morning we were en route to Hilo’s airport on the eastern side of the island for a helicopter ride over the volcano area. Watching the lava run into the sea where it solidified as the heat formed huge pillars of steam was fascinating then we flew to what the pilot called a “skylight.” It was a hole in the top of a lava tube where we could see the red hot lava flowing and we could feel the terrific heat even though we were more than fifty feet above it. Too soon the flight was over and we returned to our hotel for a leisurely afternoon at the beach. Two days later we flew to Kahului, the capital of Maui. Of all the islands I love Maui best. Our hotel in Kaanapali was an hour’s drive away. “Don’t forget what I told you about the hotel here, Rosie.” “I remember; it’s not five-star, but we have it because we’ll be close to the snorkeling site and the ocean where we should be able to see the whales. I hope we can.” “I’m sure of it. I’ve been here twice in January and I’ve always been able to see plenty. Why don’t we stop for snorkel gear on the way to the hotel?” Rosie agreed so we stopped at the Cannery Mall just north of the old whaling town of Lahaina to get our gear from Boss Frog. I just had to complete the rental agreement when Rosie told me she wanted to go to the pharmacy next door. “I’ll meet you there, okay Steven?” I did just ten minutes later. “Are you okay,” I asked. “Never better, darling…never better. Let’s go. I want to get to our room.” I pulled a kukui-nut lei from my carry-on as we strode into the lobby of the Kaanapali Beach Hotel. That told the staff that I’d been there before. With all the four and five-star hotels in the area why would I want to stay here at a hotel that was no more than three? First of all is the location. It’s only about two hundred yards from Black Rock, a lava outcropping that’s well known as one of the world’s best snorkeling spots that can be reached from the beach. Second is that the oceanfront rooms are only fifty feet from the beach and maybe twice that from the water. Sitting on one of the balconies it’s really easy to see humpback whales as they breach or even just surface and blow. Sometimes they’re really close to shore. Finally, KBH advertises itself as the most Hawaiian hotel and they are. The staff is really friendly and helpful. They run all kinds of lessons on Hawaiian stuff every day. The lobby and exterior are a bit old-fashioned, but the rooms have all been refurbished. Besides, don’t I have the original old-fashioned girl for my wife? Of course, our room wasn’t ready. We went to the restrooms to change into our bathing suits and then we strolled across the huge lawn, finding lounge chairs under one of the numerous old trees. “This is great, Steven. I won’t have to worry about you burning. Let’s just remember to put some on when we go to the beach.” “Yes, Mom,” I said with a grin. Rosie joined me in laughing. “Next thing you’ll be telling me you want incest.” Suddenly, she stopped her kidding and lowered her voice. Clearly, her words were for my ears only. She looked around, but there was only one couple near us and they were at least forty feet away. “When do I get my period, Steven?” Her voice was just above a whisper. “On a Thursday.” It was true. I’d never heard of a woman whose period was as predictable as Rosie’s. Every fourth Thursday like clockwork it began. I had been concerned initially, thinking that our weekend would be ruined. Rosie, however, never had cramps and was hornier than ever during it. “On a Thursday, between 9:00 and 10:00 in the morning, but we’re five hours behind so it would probably come sometime in the early morning between four and five a.m.” I repeated. She nodded as she continued. “Do you remember when I had it in December?” “You know I don’t keep track of stuff like that. I don’t know any guy who does. Sometime in the middle of the month, I think.” “I’m surprised you remember that much. It was on December 12th so that would mean I should have it when?” I did the math quickly in my head—nineteen days in December and nine in January would mean Thursday, January 9th. “Thursday, January 9th.” Now Rosie was grinning wildly as she said, “And, what is today’s date?” Now I did have to think. We were heading home on the evening of the twenty-fifth and we were in Maui for nine days so…”January 17th.” I sat there dumbfounded while Rosie continued to grin like the Cheshire cat. Then it hit me like a foul ball to the head. “Oh my God…you’re late! You’re never late! You’re like a clock!” That’s when she dug into her purse, pulling out four white cylinders. They were in my hand before I realized that they were home pregnancy tests and they all said, “YES.” I was out of my lounger in an instant. My hands found Rosie’s head and I pulled her to me for what I thought at the time was the kiss of the century. Hell; it was the kiss of all time! Rosie whispered in my ear when she broke it. “I’m taking the top as soon as we get into the room.” There was no way in hell I was going to argue. We applied sunscreen to each other then walked hand in hand down the beach toward Black Rock, our masks and fins under our arms. I thought I had loved Rosie before, but it was nothing in comparison to how I felt now. We walked into the water and I helped Rosie into her fins and mask. I’d learned back in July that she was an excellent swimmer, almost as good as I was. We swam together through the crystal clear water toward the rock, marveling at the abundant variety of colorful fish. We were about fifty feet from shore when we saw the big dark shape in the water. There, not more than ten feet away was a…. I know you’re thinking shark, but it wasn’t. It was a giant sea turtle almost within arm’s length as we approached. I’d seen them here before, and that’s not all. I’d come alone a few years ago and had seen a big moray eel out around the end of the rock. It appeared to have just eaten; there were tiny bits of what seemed to be a fish floating in the water and they were being eaten by a school of smaller fish. We snorkeled for about twenty minutes before Rosie told me she was getting cold. We turned around and a few minutes later we were on the beach, our bodies warming quickly in the bright sunshine. I led her back to the hotel lobby where we picked up our key. A few minutes later we were in our room; naked and in bed less than a minute later. Rosie pushed me back until I fell onto the comforter. She moved me around until she was sure I was comfortable then she pounced. I had to chuckle at Rosie’s aggressiveness. There was nothing “old-fashioned” about her behavior now. She began by rubbing her breasts and nipples over my chest, eventually pushing one into my mouth. I suckled eagerly as I gripped her ass tightly with one hand and her head with the other. Rosie pulled her nipple from my mouth replacing it with her lips. We kissed for several minutes, swapping spit, while she actively humped my thigh. Breaking the kiss, she rose with an engaging smile. “I’m so happy, Steven. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, but I don’t think we should say anything until my doctor confirms it. Is that okay with you?” Instead of answering I pulled her down for another long deep kiss. Rosie lifted her hips during it and trapped my cock between her legs. A few seconds later I felt her velvet vise stretch tightly around my pulsing dick. I knew too well how much Rosie loved to ride me. She loved the freedom of motion and the sense of control; I was sure she had missed it terribly while we were trying to conceive. Rubbing her clit wasn’t necessary, but her orgasms were even more intense when she did. That’s what she did now and as she did she bent my poor cock into positions I never dreamed even existed. Not that I was complaining; her frantic movements drove me crazy with love and lust for my wonderful wife. We moved together, every thrust intended to bring us the maximum in pleasure, both along the journey and at our ultimate destination. I knew Rosie was excited, but I never thought that she would cum explosively after only two or three minutes. Her slight body shook wildly as one huge convulsion after another ripped through her body. Even without conscious control her body continued to work my cock as I drove into her ruthlessly, often lifting her bodily from the bed. Initially, way back in the spring when Rosie had first made love with me I had been afraid of hurting her—of pushing my larger than average cock into her cervix. I’d had several women before Rosie complain that I was hurting them through my wild thrusting. However, Rosie thrived on it. The harder I pushed into her slender, but strong, body the more she loved it. Thinking back, I realized that one of the keys for us was waiting until we knew of our feelings for each other. Any two animals can fuck, but only human beings—and even then only some—can make the same kind of beautiful love that we were experiencing now. I was lost in Rosie—lost in body, mind, and soul—as she came repeatedly on my cock. I’d never experienced anything like it and I was thinking that she hadn’t either other than the last time I had licked her. I was careful now. Protecting my love was more important than cumming. I could always do that tomorrow, or even later tonight. However, Rosie felt the change in my motion. She leaned down first to kiss me and then to whisper, “Please, Steven…I want to feel you explode in me.” I drove up forcefully twice before my balls clenched up close to my body and my cock swelled. I felt as though my insides were being ripped from my body, only to pour out through my cock. Six times long thick ropes of white-hot semen flew into Rosie’s womb. I relaxed at last and Rosie fell onto my body. I held her like I’d never held anyone in my life. We remained in that position for almost half an hour before Rosie began to stir. “What happened to you, Rosie? It seemed that you were having one orgasm after another and my groin is drenched. You didn’t just squirt. You flooded me.” Rosie responded with a giggle. “That’s exactly what happened, Steven. My first came on really fast. I know I was really excited about being pregnant and being so much in love with you. When my second came it just stayed with me. Then I saw that you were slowing down. I needed you to cum, Steven. Thank you.” Rosie laid her head on my chest and she was asleep less than a minute later. >>>>>> Rosie woke around eight that evening. We showered quickly and half an hour later we were dressed for dinner. We ate at the Tiki Terrace, KBH’s restaurant, sitting on the open air terrace where we could enjoy the nightly show. Tonight it was a trio that played tunes from the forties and fifties. Twice I led Rosie to the dance floor where she molded her body into mine. We stayed at our table after dinner to enjoy the music. It ended at ten which was just as well. The temperature had dropped and the wind had increased. We were actually cold as I led Rosie back into our room. We slept that night with the sliding glass door open under thick and warm blankets. Plus, we had our love to keep us warm. (Sorry, but I just couldn’t resist.) We returned to the Tiki Terrace for our included breakfast buffet early the following morning. There’s plenty to do on Maui and this morning we were heading to Haleakala. Maui is composed of two volcanoes that form Maui and West Maui, with a broad valley between the two, thus the nickname, “The Valley Isle.” The trade winds funnel through there at speeds that can approach hurricane strength. I’d played golf on my last trip, starting with a steady wind of 25-30 mph and ending somewhere between 55 and 65. Hitting a ball into that wind was almost impossible. The main part of the island was made up of Mount Haleakala, the top of which is a very popular national park. Driving up the side of the mountain involves a lot of back and forth combined with a number of severe u-turns. Once we had parked we walked up to the Visitor Center, more than 9,700 feet above sea level and then out to the volcano’s rim. The Visitor Center has exhibits describing the origin of Haleakala, the rocks and minerals that can be found there, and detailed descriptions of the local flora—plants that are found nowhere else on earth. Looking down into the caldera has always reminded me of what the moon must look like. It’s barren, a light grey in color with several small craters visible from the observation area. There are several hiking trails, but not for us. We weren’t prepared for hiking and I wasn’t taking any chances with Rosie’s health. Air pressure at 10,000 feet elevation is exactly half of what it is at sea level. People faint around here all the time. Something else people do here is show their extreme stupidity. The entire viewing area is enclosed, but only with split rail fencing in some parts. There are always fools who insist on standing on the other side of the fence, and some are stupid enough to let go of the rail. I read in the local newspaper a few years ago that a woman lost her balance and fell more than half a mile almost straight down. Of course, she was dead by the time park rangers reached her. Rosie and I were content to stay where we belonged. Turning around we looked out over the ocean toward the islands of Molokai and Lanai. Even at this great height we could see humpbacks breach and blow. No wonder I loved Maui so much. We stayed for about an hour before driving back down to Lahaina for a late lunch. Lahaina is an old-time whaling town that dates back to 1802 when renowned King Kamehameha declared it the capital city of his Hawaiian kingdom. Its roads are narrow and parking is usually a bitch unless one is willing to pay for the privilege. I always use the municipal lot at the south end of the commercial district. We found a burger joint with decent food and an outstanding view overlooking the harbor and were back at the hotel an hour later. Rather than go to the beach we stayed in, sitting on the balcony—what they call a lanai in Hawaii—scanning the ocean with our binoculars for signs of whales. We weren’t disappointed. Sometimes they’re extremely active as they were this afternoon. It was hard to figure out where to look next. Rosie was understandably thrilled. One of the things I had learned about my bride on this trip was her keen interest in photography. I had what I considered a good quality compact from Nikon while Rosie had a Canon digital SLR with a multi-purpose lens that worked all the way from wide angle to extreme telephoto. She sat on the lanai that afternoon with the lens out all the way, taking dozens of photos that she shared with me later. We quit around seven to drive into Lahaina for dinner. There are several excellent restaurants that overlook the harbor and the smaller islands of Molokai and Lanai. They’re almost always shrouded in heavy clouds at this time of day, making for a beautiful view at sunset. It was dark when we returned to the room to lie on the cool bed. “I’m ready for something else I’ve missed, Steven.” She rose to remove her top and shorts. That was my first clue that she had omitted both bra and panties this morning. “For an old-fashioned girl you sure are daring…and naughty, too. No panties…tsk tsk.” “I just wanted to be ready for you at a moment’s notice. Now, let’s get you naked and then I plan on swallowing your cock. Would you like to do me, too?” I shook my head as I laughed. “Is the pope Catholic? I’ve missed eating you as much as you’ve missed me. Say…I just had a thought. Think you should try phoning your doctor? There’s a five hour difference so they should still be open now.” Apparently, Rosie agreed; she was on the phone just seconds later. When Rosie had moved in with me she also decided to change most of her doctors. I knew that Nadia had been a big help to her, especially in finding an OB/GYN who was close by in Huntington. Rosie explained that she thought she was pregnant, asking for a late afternoon appointment so I would be able to join her. “Ten days from today at 4:30. Will you come with me?” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll send Joyce a text to clear my calendar and that reminds me of something else, but it can wait…until after.” Rosie giggled as she climbed onto my body into a perfect 69. Tasting her juicy cunt was wonderful, but doing it while holding tightly on to the magnificent globes of her ass made it perfect. Rosie’s hands were busy, too. One held the base of my rock-hard cock while the other rubbed my naked balls. What an incredible feeling! I must have been doing well by her, too. She came really quickly and had three by the time I spurted into her throat. We slept extremely well that evening. >>>>>> We did everything that vacationers can do on Maui with two exceptions. Rosie saw no reason to take a snorkeling trip when we had excellent snorkeling just down the beach. Also, I refused to consider biking down Haleakala, a relatively popular pastime, but not for my hopefully pregnant wife. We did take a trip to Hana, a town on the eastern side of Maui. There’s nothing worthwhile in Hana, but the road there is spectacular. I could have done it myself, buying a CD to use as a guide, but a CD can’t answer questions and I knew that the ride back in the dark could be harrowing. There are more than a hundred S-turns and dozens of one-lane bridges on a road that had literally been cut into the side of the volcano. We were up early for that trip, returning well after nine that evening—Rosie with more than a hundred new photos. The following evening we went out for an early dinner at Kimo’s, a very good restaurant on the Lahaina harbor, so we could spend a few hours souvenir shopping for family and friends. There are plenty of shops along Front Street in Lahaina. They have similar but not identical items for sale. We bought silk shirts for our fathers, Harrison, Nick, Michael, and Joe although Rosie balked when I picked out an especially garish shirt for Harrison. Later, I kind of tricked Rosie with the idea of pearl earrings for our mothers, Nadia, Andrea, Natalie, and Anita by leading her into Maui Divers. We’d been past the store several times and I had stopped to look at their display as I pretended to window shop. We walked in, going straight to the display of earrings. I knew what Nadia, Andrea, and my mother had and she knew about her family. Some, I knew, preferred studs while others liked whatever the hell they call those earrings that hang. We bought a variety of black and gold pearl earrings and I smiled secretly when Rosie held several up to her ears, trying them out for size. “Let’s take a look over here,” I told the saleswoman, leading her and a very confused Rosie to the case that held numerous strands of pearl necklaces. “Let’s see this one,” I said, pointing to what had to be the most expensive pearls in the store. “Steven,” Rosie whispered, “They’re too expensive.” I chuckled. “Too expensive for you,” I asked with a grin. “I don’t think that any such thing exists. What do you think,” I asked the saleswoman. “I’m the wrong person to ask,” she said as she laughed. “I work on commission.” Even Rosie had to laugh at that. “Why don’t you just try them on? We don’t have to buy.” Rosie looked at me as though I was crazy, but she did agree. A few seconds later that had an exquisite strand of South Seas golden pearls around her slender neck. They looked beautiful on her. I only prayed that she hadn’t seen the price tag. She also tried on a strand of black pearls, but the golden ones were clearly better. Her skin color seemed to make their luster greater. I could see the regret in her eyes as she took them off. “Got any matching earrings?” Rosie looked at me in shock. “I thought we were just looking.” “We were, but they look so incredible on you…as though they were made for you. Consider them another wedding present.” She gave me a look that I’d only seen a few times, when I had really pissed her off. “What do you mean—another?” “Well…I have another at home waiting for you, but don’t ask me because I’m not telling.” “Did it cost as much as these pearls?” “No! Absolutely not!” I wasn’t lying; it didn’t cost as much. It cost more than three times as much, but I didn’t tell her that--not now, anyway. So we got the earrings for our female friends and family and we got the necklace and a set of pearl and diamond earrings for Rosie. However, she put her foot down when I suggested a $2,500 ring. My bill came to just over $28,000. Rosie’s necklace was more than twenty. I guarantee that I got some very special old-fashioned loving that night. When I woke up the following morning it was early—early enough that the sun hadn’t yet risen. Normally, the sun’s reflection off the ocean made the room bright enough to rouse us from even the soundest sleep despite the thick drapes that covered the sliding glass door and despite the fact that we faced due west. This morning it was Rosie’s hot wet mouth on my cock. “Is this on the old-fashioned list?” “Oh yeah, it’s right up there on the top; well, maybe not at the very top. That’s reserved for making love with you. This is a close second, though.” She laughed as I scooped her delicate body into my arms to turn her around over me. She gasped as my first lick with the broad of my tongue ran all the way from her clit to her tight pucker. “I’ll bet this is pretty high, too.” “Oh God, yes; tied for second…maybe higher if you lick my asshole again.” I did, lingering several seconds this time. Rosie’s gasp evolved quickly into a long feral moan. She stopped sucking on me and even moved off my chest before kissing me deeply. “I never thought about doing anything there, Steven, but when you licked me I almost came on the spot. I’m sure I would have if you had done it just a bit longer. I think I want you to fuck me there. Will you…please?” My voice was just above a whisper as I replied. “I have to admit, Rosie that I’ve never done it.” “Not even with Sheila? Didn’t you tell me that she was a real slut?” “She was and she probably still is, but her butt was strictly off limits. However, I want you to know that her best still pales in comparison to yours.” Rosie began to giggle. “Steven, you are such a liar, just like when you said you liked my breasts more than those big tits we saw in Vegas.” “I wasn’t lying then and I’m not lying now. The difference is that I love you. I’m in love with you. I wasn’t in love with Sheila. I liked her a lot, but I doubt we were ever going to get married. She was convenient. The more I think about it, ‘convenient’ just about sums up our relationship and you should know by now that I’ve never found huge breasts particularly appealing. I like mine with a firm feel to them and high sensitivity in the areolas and nipples…kind of like these. I love these.” And then I proved it by taking her hard nipple into my mouth. Rosie moaned again. She was just so sensitive and so receptive. I nibbled on her nipple and ran my tongue around her areola then switched to her other breast. My middle finger found her cunt wet and, once it was coated, I moved it to her anus. Her body shook suddenly, wracked by an immense convulsion. I held her tightly until it ended then she kissed me. It was ferocious, like a tiger with its prey. “I think I need to do a little research when I get back to work, Steven.” That reminded me of something I had begun to say a while back, but forgot when I was sidetracked. “Speaking of work, Rosie, what do you want to do when you have the baby? Do you want to continue working?” Rosie leaned down, her cheek rubbing against mine, before speaking in the lightest whisper. “If I do that, Steven, I’ll probably miss his or her first steps or when she first says ‘Dada.’ I hate the thought of our child being raised by some nanny or some day care center. I’d like to quit if that’s okay with you.” I turned my head so our lips met. We kissed with a passion even we had not yet reached. “Know how I feel now? I agree completely. It might be different if we needed your income, but we don’t. You know that I took $200,000 in salary last year and I had a profit of $900,000. That’s why I gave everyone an end-of-year bonus. I still cleared more than $700,000 and I expect to do better this year because I’ll have Jeff and Marv for the full year. I’d even consider expanding further if we had more room. I’ve had to turn down a few cases and I hate to think what could happen if I picked up a major case, like a murder.” “Wouldn’t that be good? You’d have a lot of billable hours, wouldn’t you?” “Sure, but that also means that I’d have to turn away a lot of other potential clients. A murder trial takes up a tremendous amount of time. Let’s talk about something else. We are on our honeymoon, aren’t we?” Rosie took the hint well, spinning around on my torso into the perfect 69 position. We spent the next twenty minutes teasing each other with long slow licks and gentle kisses until Rosie began to fall apart--her motions uncoordinated and erratic. These were always the signs of her onrushing orgasm. Hopefully, my hard cock in her mouth would stifle her scream. I was sure that everyone in our wing of the hotel would be sleeping soundly at this hour. I was also praying that Rosie would retain some level of control so she wouldn’t bite my cock off as it hit. Luckily, she addressed both concerns, allowing my pulsing dick to slip from her mouth as she gripped the blanket and pulled it to cover her mouth and swallow her scream as she thrashed her way through a prolonged and massive orgasm. She was really out of it so I pulled her up to my body along with the blanket. Sleep returned to us almost immediately. >>>>>> We had a late night flight home so we relaxed all day at the beach before using the hotel’s complimentary hospitality room to shower and dress. A light dinner in Lahaina and we were at the airport in plenty of time for our flight. Rosie found a porter to manage our bags and to find the two boxes of Maui Gold pineapples we’d bought to bring home with us while I returned the car to Hertz. The huge plane took off only a few minutes later than scheduled. Rosie and I had told the overbearing first-class attendant that we wanted to sleep—skip the meal. I had just reclined my seat to almost horizontal and closed my eyes when I felt Rosie open my seatbelt and climb onto the seat with me. She pulled the belt and closed it just as the attendant approached. “We’re fine,” I told her. “Please just throw a blanket over us and wake us before we land.” I continued when she gave me a look that showed her confusion. “We’re honeymooners; we like to be as close as humanly possible.” She smiled and turned away. A minute later we were covered with one of their cheap and light blankets. It was enough. We awoke when we heard the announcement that we were almost ready to land at Dallas-Fort Worth. I helped Rosie wipe the sleep from her eyes with a few gentle, but loving, kisses and she returned to her seat. We were holding hands as the plane touched down. Ten minutes later we were in the terminal searching for our connecting flight. We had a light breakfast, something that always seemed chancy to me. I rarely traveled for work so I had little familiarity with any airports, even those in New York. Most airport food was, in my limited experience, several steps below most fast-food restaurants and that was none too good. We boarded our final flight less than an hour later as I sent a text reminder to the limo company. Sure enough, the driver was waiting for us just outside the security area with the two luggage carts I had requested. He pulled our suitcases from the carousel. They went onto one cart; the two boxes of pineapples and our carry-on’s went onto the other. I was a bit surprised when he used his phone just as we left the terminal, but all became clear when we reached the street. The man we had met was another driver who had helped out on his way home. I tipped him for his assistance then joined Rosie in the limo’s rear seat. The route from LaGuardia to Centerport is pretty straightforward—parkways all the way—so we were home less than an hour later. Rosie and I walked into the front door as I carried our bags to the bedroom. Rosie looked around, first in the bedroom and then in the kitchen as I put the twenty pineapples into the refrigerator. “You’re cold,” I said with a grin. “You don’t even know what I’m doing, Steven.” “Sure, I do. You’re looking for your other present. I repeat…you’re cold.” Rosie left the kitchen, walking to the living room. “Colder…in fact, freezing.” I took mercy when her face showed her frustration. “Okay, close your eyes and let me guide you.” I turned her around three times then guided her by the elbows. I opened the door and carefully helped her down the stairs. “Are we in the garage, Steven? That’s the only place where we have two steps. Besides, it’s cold in here.” “I guess there’s no fooling you, is there?” Rosie grinned and shook her head, but kept her eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them now.” She looked at her present and then at me and then back at her new BMW X5. Then she pushed me against my car. “I thought you told me this didn’t cost as much as my pearls.” “It didn’t. I do admit that it cost a bit more.” Rosie gave me the exasperated grin I’d seen a few times—only a few, luckily. “I have to remember that I’m married to a lawyer. Mind telling me exactly how much it cost?” “A bit over sixty-eight; your mom has your Toyota. I want to know that you and our baby will always be safe. This has a lot of safety features your Toyota didn’t have.” “You’re lucky I love it…almost as much as I love you. Can we go for a ride?” I opened the door, finding the keys under the front seat. Once Rosie was seated I found the garage opener and fastened it to the visor then I joined her in the passenger seat. Rosie backed out and drove away, surprisingly slowly considering all the turbo-powered horses under the hood. She only went around the block before pulling carefully into the garage. After turning off the engine she leaned across the console, pulling me into a long and passionate kiss. Breaking it, she spoke quietly but firmly. “Please, Steven—no more surprises. I’m glad you love me so much that you want to spend a ton of money on me and take such good care of me, but I’d like us to be equals and make decisions together. I love the idea of getting presents, but a $68,000 car is a bit much. Don’t you agree?” I knew I’d surprise her when I replied. “No, I don’t agree, not about this, anyway. Your car was five years old. Nowadays, that’s like ancient history with all the changes in computers. I know you’re a safe driver, but the same can’t be said of everyone else on the road. Just think about all the DUI cases Jeff and I handle. This car is bigger and heavier and a lot safer. You’re thrifty and careful with money. If up to you, we’d probably not buy a new car for another three or four years, at least. I’m always going to worry about your safety, but I’d like to be sure you’re as safe as you can be.” Rosie looked up at me and said the only thing that really mattered. “I love you.” Then she kissed me and led me to the bedroom. “Sorry,” she said with a laugh. “That will have to wait. We have a lot of laundry to take care of.” She laughed again when I frowned. An hour later we had a load in the washer and another in the dryer so Rosie pulled down the comforter and began to pull my clothes from my body. Rosie had me naked in less than a minute and herself a minute later. I tried to hold it back, but a brief chuckle escaped my lips. “Now that’s what I call old-fashioned efficiency…and perfect timing, too.” I pulled my naked wife into a tender embrace as we kissed, our tongues dueling tirelessly. Our lips were still locked together when I lifted Rosie easily and carried her to our bed. She pulled me over her, lined us up, and a second later we were one. There was something spiritual about making love with Rosie. There was the physical elation, of course, but there was so much more. I had fucked my share—hell, probably more than my share—of women, but with Rosie we were really united—physically, mentally, emotionally and totally. Rosie lifted her legs and I took the hint, placing them carefully over my shoulders. I knew that she would explode in ecstasy very soon. This position always brought me into contact with her ultra-sensitive G-spot, bringing Rosie the sweetest and most exhausting orgasms that went on and on. She began to shake after a minute as I pounded her relentlessly. She may have been a delicate little flower, but she loved to take it hard. I’d learned early on that I couldn’t fuck Rosie too hard. It just wasn’t possible. On and on we went with her orgasm growing stronger and more powerful with my every thrust. Eventually, my body could take no more. Semen gushed from my cock in long torrents of the slick white substance just as Rosie seemed to exhale every scintilla of breath. As she did she squirted, covering my abdomen as well as our sheets in her ejaculate. I lowered my body to hers, supporting myself on my elbows while planting tiny kisses all over her face, neck, and shoulders. “I love you,” I told her, but to no avail. She was totally out of it. I turned off the lights and covered us with the blanket. Holding Rosie tightly I hoped we’d fall immediately asleep. >>>>>> We didn’t. Flying through five time zones meant that our biological clocks were all messed up. The time in New York was 1:00 p.m., but in Hawaii it was only 9:00 a.m.—time to get up. Even an abbreviated night’s sleep couldn’t help us. I tried to lie still, but soon Rosie was giggling. “I know you’re not asleep, Steven. Why don’t we get up and go to the market. We need food; there’s nothing in the house.” I reluctantly started to rise, but Rosie stopped me, kissed me, and whispered in my ear. “Look at it this way—I’ll get some practice with my new car, but I’m going to park so far away from the store that it will never get scratched.” Damned if she didn’t, too. It was late afternoon by the time we had returned home and put all of the groceries away. I suggested she phone Nadia to see if they wanted to go out to dinner, knowing that Harrison would readily agree if I volunteered to buy. Rosie drove and I could see the wheels turning in Nadia’s head when she saw Rosie’s new SUV. “Wedding present,” she told our friends, “among other things, but you’ll have to wait to find out about them.” We had a wonderful time, as always, and invited them to a “welcome home” party the following Saturday. Before returning home we gave them a pineapple, but only after explaining to Nadia how to cut it into chunks. We’d left Maui on Friday night so we could arrive in New York on Saturday morning and give our bodies a chance to acclimate to Eastern Time before returning to work on Monday morning. We had also made arrangements to visit Rosie’s parents on Sunday afternoon. We brought several pineapples for her parents and brother and sister, holding their real gifts for the following week. Rosie’s parents had warmed to me almost immediately and I found that I liked and respected them just as easily. Sal and Carmella were wonderful people which came as no surprise considering the kind of person Rosie was. They “oohed” and “aahed” over Rosie’s car and thanked us for giving them her Corolla. They’d been able to sell Carmella’s car and pay off the loan. She only used the car to go to church and to the stores so the Corolla was a great match for her. Carmella brought out a brown paper bag with all of the wedding cards and checks and cash neatly arranged. Each card had been opened and the guest’s name(s) and addresses were printed on the back along with a notation—“$100 check” or “$200 cash,” depending on the gift. The names were important for me because a card with “Bob and Mary” on it told me nothing, but “friends of Sal’s at work” told me a lot. I hugged my mother-in-law in thanks both for all of her work, but also for the great meal she served us. We left fairly early, pleading jet lag, but convincing no one. We showered together, as always, and climbed into bed naked savoring the skin on skin sensations we loved so much. Rosie initiated our first kiss and then nature took its course. We made love slowly and lovingly, spending the better part of an hour gently moving together. It was an exquisite evening until we eventually brought each other to thunderous orgasms. It was all I could do to hold my Rosie in place. She squirted three times and I thought that I’d drowned her poor pussy as my balls emptied into her. Looking down I realized that we could never sleep in this bed. The sheets were sodden between her juices and my jizz. I stripped off the blanket, laid it onto the floor, covered it with a large fluffy towel from the bathroom then deposited my wife, covered her with another towel and folded the rest of the blanket over her. I used yet another towel to absorb whatever remained on the mattress cover. Then I remade the bed with clean sheets and carefully placed Rosie onto it. The comforter I threw over her and I finally climbed in with her. I swear she was still unconscious when she snuggled up to my body. I had no trouble falling to sleep—none at all. >>>>>> Rosie and I cut up four pineapples for my staff and hers at the library then we drove to the diner for breakfast. No more omelets for me, breakfast these days was either oatmeal or cream of wheat, either melon or grapefruit and a single cup of coffee. We kissed briefly then she drove away in her wedding present and I followed en route to my office. I anticipated that the day would be chaotic, but that would prove to be a gross understatement. People were after me from the second I walked in the door until well after one in the afternoon. Then Joyce closed my door and told me that three police officers had been in to see me last week. “They’re from Suffolk County and I’m pretty sure it’s about this.” She placed a manila folder onto my desk. In her typical efficiency she had cut numerous articles from Newsday and printed out several from online versions of the New York Times. They described how four-year veteran of the Suffolk County Police, D’Anthony Jones had shot and killed a sixteen year-old boy by the name of Enrique Mendez. Not surprisingly, parents and neighbors described Eduardo as a model citizen and outstanding student. There had been an uproar from the Hispanic community that had led to an indictment for second degree murder. That didn’t surprise me. District attorneys are elected officials who have been known to bend to the public will, especially in an election year. The Suffolk DA was up for reelection this year. I also knew that any worthwhile prosecutor could get an indictment against any person for any so-called offense at any time. I asked Joyce to send Geoff in to see me. I reviewed the information although, not surprisingly, he was totally aware. We finished just before my 2:30 appointment. The officers identified themselves as representatives of the Suffolk County Policemen’s Benevolent Association—the cops’ union, in other words. We had spoken for more than an hour when they asked if I could meet with Patrolman Jones tomorrow. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’ve just returned from my honeymoon and I have to take my wife to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. We think she might be pregnant. However, I will gladly see Mr. Jones on Wednesday morning. We set a time of 10:00 that morning and I blocked out the rest of the day. I called Geoff and Joyce into my office once they had gone. “Joyce, I want Joe Mullin on this Mendez kid ASAP. I want to know everything about him. Geoff, I want you to do your own research and to collate everything we get from Joe and his staff. I want everything that the police and DA have, especially any video from the car or a body cam. I’m leaving now to follow up a lead of my own.” “I wish you wouldn’t, Steven. You’re going to see that gang chieftain, aren’t you?” “Yes, Joyce…I am. He owes me a few favors and he told me when I got him off that I could cash them in. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” They left the office and I was only a minute behind them. Just last year I had defended a local gang leader who had been indicted for attempted murder. The DA’s case was mostly circumstantial. My client had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and already had a conviction as a juvenile for a violent crime. At trial I was able to break down the eyewitness testimony. Most people don’t realize that eyewitnesses are almost always worthless. I often spoke to law students at Fordham and one of my tricks was to have someone run in with a gun and steal my wallet and watch. Actually, it wasn’t someone—it was usually Geoff who thought that playing the bad guy was a real rip. Once Geoff had gone I asked the students to describe the thief—height, weight, hair color, complexion, clothing, shoes, what kind of gun. If the class had thirty students I’d often get at least twenty-five different descriptions. One time a student described the gun as a rifle. Another time I had Joyce act the role of the thief. Everyone identified her as a man even though Joyce’s chest is 35-DD. Wyandanch is an interesting place. Surrounded by highly affluent almost lily white school districts, Wyandanch is an almost totally black community that has more than its share of problems. Located in a dilapidated house just a block off the main road was the headquarters of the Black Pearls. Roosevelt Gilbert was the head man. I wasn’t surprised to see half a dozen young black males hanging out on the front porch when I pulled up in front. Leaving my wallet and watch in the car I carried only a thin manila envelope with several photos up to the house. Of course, I was challenged immediately by several gang members, all of whom flashed knives. “Just tell Roosevelt that Steven Sloane is here to see him.” “Why should we? Why shouldn’t we just beat your sorry white ass and take that neat set of wheels from you. Got any cash wit’ you?” “Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to a punk like you. Without that knife I’d mop your ass. Don’t let this suit and tie confuse you. Tell Roosevelt I’m here.” He moved forward threateningly, but stepped back when he heard his master’s voice. “Let the man through, Randy. Hi, Steve…it’s been a while.” “Yeah, well—I don’t often come this way, but I need one of those favors you owe me.” He turned back to the house and motioned for me to follow him. “I know why you’re here. It’s that kid in Brentwood, ain’t it?” He sat at an old beat-up table and I handed him the envelope. “Can you tell me if this kid is in a gang? The media all claim he was the second coming of Jesus.” “You know that ain’t true. The second coming is right here at this table.” “Thank you. I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.” Roosevelt laughed so hard he almost fell off the chair. “I know you’re no fool, Steve. The fact that he lives in Brentwood is a big tip-off. That’s ms-13 territory. They’re bad news, Steve. We do some bad shit, but we also do some good in the community, too. Look around. See all these folding chairs and tables. Four days a week we hold tutoring sessions for kids in the high school and we probably feed thirty to forty old folks every week. Don’t ask me where we get the money. That’s none of your business. “But--to answer your question--yeah. See this bandana in his pocket? It’s purple. That’s the big color for ms-13. I don’t think he was a full-fledged member though. If he was he be wearing it ‘round his neck or on his head like a do-rag.” “They must have an initiation.” “Shit yeah, we all do, but they usually involve a murder and a murder of a cop would be big; that help you?” “Yeah, it does…a lot.” I stood and returned the photos to the envelope. We didn’t shake hands. We weren’t friends. I had saved his ass and he owed me. I was sure now that we were even. I’d never return unless he needed a lawyer again. Five minutes later I was back on the highway headed north toward our home. Rosie was excited when I walked in. “Look, Steven—I got my new driver’s license with my new name.” I held it carefully and checked out the photo. “I guess there’s no turning back now, eh?” She gave me a quick elbow to my ribs, followed by a long old-fashioned kiss. “Everyone loved my new car, Steven. I parked it way at the back of the lot.” I laughed. Rosie was so predictable. We led hands as we walked into the kitchen. I changed my clothes while Rosie finished dinner then we cleaned up and I handled some paperwork for maybe an hour. By then Rosie was impatient to make love. We showered together and climbed into bed just as we always did—naked, except for our wedding rings and, of course, Rosie’s engagement ring. We kissed and it was heaven. I was always lost in my wife’s arms and in her kisses. Our bodies rubbed against each other and that was more than enough. Rosie pushed me onto my back and climbed aboard, impaling her body on my pole—sliding tantalizingly slowly down my rigid shaft. Rosie had rocked no more than a dozen times when she began to shake. I knew her first orgasm had struck when she arched her back, threw her head up, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Oh yeah, and her unearthly scream that pierced the night; thank God we lived on a big lot and our nearest neighbors were far away on the opposite side of a thick stand of pine trees. Rosie never stopped moving on me and I never stopped driving into her with every fiber of my being. Soon Rosie tensed and screamed again as I erupted with such force that I lifted Rosie bodily more than two feet above the bed. She collapsed into me when I, too fell back onto the bed. I barely had the strength to pull the blanket over us. The last thing I heard was, “I love you,” from my loving wife’s lips.

Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay. In 1984, England, I was an 18-year-old apprentice living with my parents, as most teenagers did at the time. Although technically still a virgin, my girlfriend and I experimented a bit; I touched her breasts and genitals, and she often masturbated me, but that was the extent of our physical relationship. Like many teenagers, I fantasized about various women, but one woman in particular occupied my thoughts during my private moments. Her name was Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away, and I guessed she was in her late thirties. She was married to Billy and had three children. Dot was a sexy woman, not obese but rather voluptuous, what might be described as "thick" today, with large breasts, a nice waist, and a shapely backside. Although not traditionally pretty, she exuded a raw, sexual allure that captivated me, and I longed to be with her. She often visited my mom for tea, and I would discreetly admire her legs and chest as she sat at the kitchen table. She frequently caught me looking, and occasionally, I noticed her staring at me before quickly looking away. In April, she hosted a birthday party for Billy, just a few weeks after they had joined my parents and friends in celebrating my birthday at a local pub. Their house was filled with people, and as the night progressed, the celebration intensified. Dot looked incredibly attractive in a tight red dress and high heels that accentuated her curvy figure, shapely legs, and ample bust. I couldn't stop glancing at her all night and was aroused the entire time. Billy, quite drunk, went to bed around midnight, prompting many guests, including my parents, to leave. By 1:00 a.m., about ten of us remained, and I had the chance to slow dance with Dot. She had taken off her high heels by then, making her 3-4 inches shorter than me. I will always associate that dance with the song "All I Have To Do Is Dream" by the Everly Brothers. She nestled into my neck, and I wished it would never end. She must have felt my arousal against her, but she neither said nor did anything. By 1:45, I was the last guest remaining, and I offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty-some revelers. She began washing up while I gathered the debris and brought it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen, I admired her backside and became increasingly aroused. There was a palpable sexual tension when I was near her, and I imagined she felt it too, though my teenage insecurities caused me to doubt. Once everything was ready for washing, I joined her to help with drying. Chapter 2 Heat Purely on impulse I moved behind her, put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. My cock pressed against her backside and her wet hands took hold of my hips and kept me close. Her breathing increased and she tilted her head back allowing me access to more of her neck and left ear. My thoughts went racing out of control as my hands moved up to her ample bust and I squeezed them through her dress. She sighed then turned and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. We groped each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. “I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my ear and unzipped my pants. She got my cock out and after only a few jerks I shot my load over her dress and onto the floor. She sensed my disappointment and embarrassment immediately and calmly assured me that it was alright, that she understood. We kissed again then she said, “Cheer up, let’s finish the washing up and give it time.” I felt awful as I dried the glasses and dishes then emptied the ash trays and did a general tidy of the living room. “I guess I had better be going,” I said dejectedly. “Not yet, just stand here for a minute,” and she placed me a few feet from the sofa. She stood in front of me, turned and said, “Unzip me.” With nervous hands I lowered the zip on the back of her dress. She turned and faced me and must have read my mind for she said, “Don’t worry, Billy and the kids won’t be up ‘til morning.” The dress fell to the floor and I stared at her in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She sat on the sofa and removed her bra allowing her beautiful tits fell out and I saw for the first time just how large and full they were. They jutted proudly before her with large areoles and nipples. She slid her panties off, lay back and spread her legs and I stared open-mouthed at her hairy pussy. My dick was rock hard and bulging from my crotch, impossible to conceal. “Come here,” she said, “I want your cock.” I moved towards her and stood between her legs. She quickly had my pants and underwear around my ankles, my throbbing erection sticking straight out, bobbing up and down, full and hard. “You have a lovely cock,” she said as she took hold of it and pulled me onto her. Her experienced hand guided me into her as I licked and sucked her big nipples. The excitement was too much for my lack of experience and I shot a huge load into her much too quickly. She again sensed my disappointment and murmured, ‘Not to worry, love, it will get better, you’ll see.” For all my inexperience she seemed to enjoy our all too brief interlude and I hoped her last comment left the door open for another try. As she saw me to the door she whispered, “Not a word about this to anyone or we will both be in a lot of trouble.” The owner of the company I was apprenticed to lost his wife in freak fall from a small step ladder on the following Monday afternoon. Her funeral was arranged for Thursday and the business closed for that day. I slept in and Mom cooked me a big breakfast. I thought I would go to the cinema in the afternoon, that guy Rowdy Yates from the TV show ‘Rawhide’ was in a movie called ‘A Fistful of Dollars’ so I decided to go. Just as I was out the front door my Mom called out and asked if I would return the vacuum to Dot. Ours was in for repair and Mom had borrowed Dot’s the previous day. What an opportunity I thought and made my way down to #36. Dot opened the door and had obviously been doing housework. She looked a little frazzled but smiled when she saw it was me. “Come in and put that in the kitchen,” she said closing the door and following me down the hall. By the time I put down the vacuum I was unbelievably hard and turned and embraced her. We kissed and pawed each other then she pulled back and said, “I need to freshen up, I have been cleaning all morning. Wait in the living room, watch the telly or read the newspaper, I call you when I’m ready. She disappeared upstairs and I heard the bath running. I turned on the telly and watch horse racing for a while but my mind was elsewhere. I heard the tub draining and then being filled again and wondered what she was up to. Soon after she called for me to come up and I almost broke my neck dashing up the stairs. She was in the tub and told me to get in. I peeled of my clothes and released my straining erection. I sat down opposite her and watched as she soaped her hands and rubbed them over her tits. My twitching cock made ripples in the water and she reached out and grabbed it with soapy hands. “Such a nice big, hard cock, Billy doesn’t have much interest anymore, seems to prefer the beer.” Now, I enjoyed a pint but it was totally beyond my understanding how anyone would prefer beer over playing with Dot’s body. I knelt between her legs and massaged her tits until they were slippery with soap, they felt fantastic this way and her nipples became as hard as my cock. I moved a hand down and fingered her pussy, feeling new thrills every second. “Stand up,” she said leaning forward, her lips smothered my prick. New sensations coursed through my body as Dot tongued and sucked me as she played with her pussy until I let loose and ejaculated in her mouth and all over her face. We dried off and went into the bedroom. We lay on the bed and explored one another until I was hard again. I climbed on top and she again guided my erection inside her. Her pussy felt fantastic, hot, wet and her muscles squeezed my dick causing terrific sensations. “Fuck me from behind,” she panted and I knelt behind her. I stared at the site before me, her arse was indeed beautiful and her pussy lips were slightly apart, inviting me in. I fondled her as my cock, crammed full of blood, felt ready to burst. I entered her and watched my cock as it pumped in and out. “Slap my arse,” she cried and I obliged with several on each cheek. This caused her to orgasm and when I felt the flood on my shaft I ejaculated deep inside her. I pulled out and watched my cum drip from her pussy onto the bed sheet. She turned and sucked my cock until it was limp. Chapter 3 Soap on a roap? It was difficult for us to meet for the next little while, when I was available Billy or the kids were home. If I was home when she came to have tea and a chat with my Mom we would flash sexual innuendoes at each other when Mom wasn’t looking. She would lick her lips seductively or spread her legs as she sat at the kitchen table allowing me to see up her short skirt. I would grab my crotch, accentuating my erection under my pants and once even took it out and shook it at her. In mid-May, I took a couple of sick days. After lunch on the first day, I told my Mom I was going for a walk, which I had arranged with Dot over the weekend. We spent the afternoon together until just before her kids got home. The next morning, I told Mom I still wasn't feeling well but would go for another walk. I used the kitchen door at the back of Dot’s house to avoid being seen. Dot greeted me dressed in a long gown, revealing a provocative outfit underneath. We spent intimate time together, and the memory of her ascending the stairs is unforgettable. We didn’t get together again until my two-week holiday beginning the second week of June. I had planned to hitchhike around Europe with a mate but a few days before our holiday he caught chicken pox from a younger sister. I didn’t feel like going on my own so I decided to stay home and hopefully see a lot of Dot. As it turned out we got to see each other almost every weekday and fucked all over the house. I learned an awful lot in those two weeks and Dot always enjoyed our time together. I had a new girlfriend and we were screwing about twice a week at her place when her parents were out doing some kind of charity work they were heavily involved with. When I returned to work on the Monday morning I felt like I needed another holiday but the resilience of youth won through and when I wasn’t fucking my girlfriend, and sometimes even when I was, I thought of Dot. Dot and I did manage to see each other a few times over the next couple of months and it was in September when I feigned another sick day that she told me the news. There had been much discussion between her and Billy over the last few months about what was wrong with their marriage and what to do about it. Dot wanted to continue having sex with me but realised I would sooner or later move on and besides, she wanted to keep her family together if at all possible. Billy had promised to curb his drinking and pay more attention to the family. They had decided to make a completely fresh start in South Africa and would be emigrating in November. It was a bit of a shock but I got used to it and thought it would probably be the best thing for them. We fucked like crazy when the very few opportunities arose and then she was gone. I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways: -I prefer women with a bit of meat on their bones rather than the rail-thin models that abound today. -Big, natural tits over fake, silicon jobs any day. -Women dressed in heels, stockings, garter belts and other sexy clothing and watching one walk up stairs dressed like that is still the most erotic sight for me and always brings on a powerful erection.

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Adult Fiction One chilly January afternoon, I was out shopping with my wife. After leaving Walmart, I noticed a homeless man leaning against a stop sign, holding a handmade sign similar to the one I describe here. I've often pondered how people end up homeless and why so few seem to care. This encounter inspired the story I'm sharing. It's lengthy, so I've divided it into six parts. I hope you enjoy it. Sr. Longo Part 1—My encounter with a homeless woman. CHAPTER 1 The first thing I noticed was the sign—“HOMELESS,” it read—scrawled in marker on a torn piece of cardboard about three feet tall and less than two feet wide. “Anything will help. PLEASE!” I glanced around at the modern shopping center and the hundreds of mostly new cars, wondering yet again how situations like this arise. I also wondered what would happen that night when temperatures were expected to drop to 23 degrees—nine degrees below freezing. By then, I had driven my Honda Accord past the unfortunate man and was heading toward the highway. I'm not overly sentimental. Growing up just outside New York City, I've encountered many beggars both in the city and during trips to Atlantic City, where the boardwalk is teeming with them. In the past, I would simply pass by, avoiding eye contact—but this time, something felt different. Having taken early retirement and moved to "warmer climes," as the saying goes, I now lived north of Myrtle Beach, South Carolina, where people seemed to have plenty of money for golf, dining, entertainment, and other necessities—yet there were still those without food, shelter, or hope. In a place where so many had so much, someone could still freeze to death in a matter of hours. Instead of heading to the highway, I turned into Home Depot to circle back to the person leaning against the stop sign. Parking my car in the vast lot, I approached the beggar. “I'd give you some money, buddy, but how do I know you won't spend it on cheap booze or drugs?” “You have my word, Mister.” The voice surprised me. I had expected a gruff tone to match the rough clothes and heavy boots—but it wasn't. Upon closer inspection, I realized the beggar's face was clean-shaven—or rather, hairless. Beneath the knit cap, heavy sweatshirt, and jeans was, I was certain, a woman. Reaching out, I lifted the beggar to his/her feet and pulled the cap from its head. Several cars had driven past when her auburn hair fell around her dirty face. “I don’t believe it. You’re a girl!” “Nobody’s called me a girl in years. I’m a woman and what’s not to believe?” “Mind telling me how old you are? And what the hell are you doing here?” “Why is it your business?” “You’re sitting here begging for money and I have some, but I’m not turning any over to you until I get some answers.” I’d noticed that the sun was setting and in the few minutes I’d been here the temperature had dropped ten degrees. I was getting cold and I was dressed in heavier clothes than she was. “Why don’t we continue this conversation in my car where it’s a lot warmer?” “So you can rape me? I don’t think so.” “You know, for a beggar you’re awfully particular. I’m trying to help you and all I get is lip. I have half a mind to put you over my knee.” She appeared shocked at my words, but slowly followed my lead as I walked to my car. I held the door for her then walked around to the driver’s seat. “So…why don’t you tell me your story? How on earth did you wind up here?” “I think I’d rather hear your story before I share mine. How do I know I can trust you?” I was tempted to laugh, but I didn’t. Actually, the more I thought the more I considered it a good idea. “Okay, that’s fair enough…my name is Douglas Robert Preston--Doug. I’m 34 and I’m officially retired.” “At 34?” "Have you ever heard of the computer learning programs like 'SAT for Idiots,' 'ASVAB for Idiots,' or 'Spanish for Idiots'? I authored that entire series—all twenty-three of them—and made a very good living, especially since my company only had three people. I wrote code from my home office, while my secretary and bookkeeper managed orders from my dining room. It was fantastic—no commuting, no disputes with partners—and since there was no physical product involved, there were no production, mailing, or return costs. Customers downloaded every program, and my overhead was minimal—less than a hundred and twenty thousand a year. Most of that was for my employees' salaries and our insurance premiums. I was earning nearly a million dollars annually after taxes, and then I had a brilliant idea—'Investments for Idiots.' There are many computer programs for various subjects, but the investment field is like an impenetrable jungle. I often think the so-called experts keep it that way to justify the billions they earn at the public's expense. My instructional programs analyzed a person's mistakes and created new remedial lessons. The investment program operates similarly, asking questions like the other programs, but it analyzes the data you input on a stock, bond, or mutual fund using daily information from the internet and then advises you on what to do. It can even analyze stocks and bonds randomly and make recommendations or handle the entire buying and selling process automatically. To test it, I used it daily for almost two years, and it never made a single error. I made millions—achieving returns of more than twenty percent in a market that was, at best, static—so much so that the SEC came knocking at my door, suspecting I had insider information. Unfortunately, their 'secure investigation' leaked like a sieve. “I can’t tell you the name of the company, but when they learned about my program they figured their gravy train would be toast. Why pay some jerk five percent commission year after year when you could buy all of his expertise and more for a few hundred dollars? A few days later I answered my door and they were there with a bunch of lawyers wanting to buy me out. Their offer was too good to ignore. I sold the entire company and the rights to all of my programs. Even after taxes I still had more than I could spend in a lifetime. They agreed to hire my two employees for a minimum of five years at the same salary and benefits and I walked away with more than a hundred million--how much more will have to be my secret for the time being.” “What? You made a hundred million and you’re driving an effing Honda?” “Why not? A car is just a way to get from point A to point B. A Honda does that as well as a Mercedes and it’s a lot cheaper to maintain. This car has almost everything a Mercedes or BMW would have at less than half the price. What’s not to like? Anyway, I moved south to get away from the snow and here I am. Now you know my story; what’s yours?” She looked down and took a deep breath. “My name is Jessica Fuller--Jessie. I’m twenty-three and I’ve been on my own since I was seventeen. I ran away from home because my step-father was raping me several times a week.” “Couldn’t you have gone to the police?” She laughed. “That rat bastard was the county sheriff. He had me watched like a hawk…told everyone it was for my protection because he claimed I was out of control. I was an honor roll student back in high school. How out of control could I have been? I had just graduated when he and my mother went on a cruise, leaving me home alone. One of the deputies was supposed to look in on me, but one night I bolted right after he left. I took my mother’s car and drove it down to the train station thinking that might throw them off the track then I grabbed my backpack and hiked five miles out to the interstate where I hitched a ride. “I’m no fool. I knew I’d have to come across as payment for a lot of the rides either with a blow job or fucking. It was worth any price to get away from that asshole. My mother was no better. I tried to tell her what was happening and she called me a liar then she hit me and accused me of trying to steal her man. What the fuck? Why the hell would I want a fifty year-old man with a gut like Santa Claus? “I figured that if I just kept on traveling I’d be able to keep myself away from them. That’s what I’ve been doing for the past five years—hitching rides and staying alive. I can’t tell you how many men I’ve fucked in that time, but I’m away from him. Every now and then I call a friend and she gives me the low-down on everything since my last call. Seems the mighty sheriff has had his hand in the till and the state cops are all over him. With luck he might get himself arrested. My last big ride was with a long-haul trucker—a nice guy who didn’t even try to get his way with me. He fed me and let me sleep in his cab for three days, but he reached the end of the line out in Lumberton, you know…up in North Carolina. I got a ride here from a Canadian couple day before yesterday. That’s my story. Not much, is it?” “I don’t know. Seems you’re a survivor. I think a lot of people would have given up by now. Ever think of settling in one place and getting a job?” “My step-father would be all over me as soon as my employer listed my social security number and I got a paycheck. I’m free of him, but I’m fucked job-wise.” I sat silently for a few minutes before speaking. “You’d better buckle up. Driving in parking lots can be dangerous.” “Where are we going?” “Walmart…I can’t take you to dinner looking like that. You’ll need some new clothes and let me see your head for a second. Hmmm…you have head lice. Not too surprising considering how you’ve been living. We’ll have to get something to treat it.” “Why are you doing this? You don’t know me.” “Neither have any of the men who’ve picked you up since you’ve been on the road. Let’s just say for now that I don’t want to read that you’ve frozen to death when I pick up tomorrow’s paper.” I started the car and drove maybe a quarter mile, parking only a few slots from Walmart’s entrance. I sent her in to the women’s clothing department with instructions to get at least three sets of everything—more for underwear, bras, and socks. “See about some sneakers and maybe some shoes. If there’s nothing you like there’s a shoe store right down the lot…maybe a hundred yards. I’m off to the pharmacy to get something for your hair. I think I’ll get you some regular shampoo and conditioner, too.” I pushed a cart in her direction then took one of my own. She turned left and I turned right when we were in the huge store. I had to wait on line to speak with a pharmacist, but that was hardly a surprise. It was Walmart, after all. I explained briefly about the problem and she recommended a product on the shelves, telling me that a fine-toothed comb was included. After listening to her instructions closely I picked up a bottle of the shampoo then went looking for some other “necessities.” Shampoo and conditioner were first then a toothbrush and some mild soap for her face. I already had plenty of deodorant soap. I picked up some razors and shaving cream and some anti-perspirant. Then I walked into foreign territory—feminine hygiene products. I had no idea what she used so I got one of each figuring that we could just leave the others at the cashier. Thinking that I had everything I walked away, but turned back when I realized she would need a comb and brush, at least. I found her in the women’s department with three pairs of Levi’s, two pairs of Capri’s, four tops, and a sweater. “I hope it’s not too much.” “No…if anything it’s not enough, but it’ll be enough for now. How about some underwear and socks Then we can throw your old stuff into the trash. I don’t see any jackets here. Take a look at what I have and we can pick up the rest of the clothes.” She looked at all the feminine products and laughed. “Well, I assume you have your period. You’re too young for menopause and I had no idea what you used.” “Most of the time it was whatever rag I could find. Thanks.” She picked up a box of tampons and put them in her cart then I added everything not a feminine product and abandoned my cart. A few minutes later we had bras—34B’s--and panties and socks. Amazingly, we found a cashier line with only one person ahead of us. Once we had checked out we returned to the car and I drove down to the shoe store. One of the clerks gave Jessie a dirty look which I suppose might have been justified considering her appearance, but my withering glare turned him in the opposite direction fast. Jessie picked out a pair of New Balance sneakers and a pair of basic black—well, I’d call them ‘loafers,’ but I was sure they were actually called something else. Back in my car, I drove to my house. “I live about twenty-five minutes away up in Sunset Beach, North Carolina. When we get there I’d like you to go to my guest bathroom. Drop your clothes outside the door. You can lock all three doors so you’ll be assured of privacy. Use the medicated shampoo on your hair then if you wrap one of the big towels around your body I’ll come in and use the fine-toothed comb to pull out any nits. Now…don’t be insulted, but the pharmacist said you might have them in your pubic area, too. She suggested either the shampoo or shaving the area. That would wash any lice and nits down the drain. I think you should check your armpits, too. If we don’t get everything the first time around we can continue tomorrow morning. You can have your choice of the extra bedrooms, okay?” “Like I’m going to argue. I assume you’d like to fuck me so why am I sleeping in a separate room?” “Let’s get things straightened out before we even think about it. I’ll make an appointment with my doctor tomorrow, too. I think you should be tested for STD’s. Again, please don’t be insulted. Did every one of your partners use a condom? I’ll bet not, and you weren’t exactly in a position to insist.” I had turned off US-17 North onto NC-179—Beach Road—that would lead straight to my house. I pulled through the gate about ten minutes later. Carrying the bags of clothes into the living room, I stopped before taking all the personal items into the guest bath. I locked the two doors that led to the two adjacent bedrooms and placed everything on the vanity. “Need anything else?” “Some clothes.” “Of course—I’ll cut the tags off while you shower and wash your hair. I’ll bring in a set of clothes for you when I comb out your hair.” I opened the linen closet and removed a wash cloth and a big thick bath towel. “I think this will cover you. I’ll get a trash bag for your clothes. They’ll have lice in them so they have to go. Just drop them outside the door. I’ll have the bag ready. Make sure you remove any personal items you might have in the pockets. Okay, see you once you’ve cleaned up then we’ll go out to dinner.” I closed the door and heard her lock it. I was back in less than a minute with a heavy-duty trash bag and I was just in time to take the items directly from her outstretched hand. I selected the rear bedroom for her thinking it would be quieter and made the queen bed there before cutting the tags from her clothes and placing them either on hangers in the closet or into drawers in the dresser. I selected a top, bra, panties, Capri’s, and socks for her to wear. I was just about finished when I heard her open the door. “Doug?” “I’m right here. Here are some clothes for you. I hope everything matches okay. Why don’t you sit on the stool while I comb your hair?” She did and I ran the comb through her hair exactly as the pharmacist had told me to, the teeth flush with her scalp. I must have pulled a hundred nits—lice egg cases—from her scalp before running them down the drain with steaming hot water. I could see the bite marks where the lice had feasted on her blood. What a shame that a decent human being had to live like this. All told I spent almost a half hour combing her hair, even going over the same areas two and three times until the comb was clean. Then I left Jessie to dress. I was somewhat surprised at how well she had cleaned up. I guessed her height at about 5 feet 9 inches and she was painfully thin, no doubt because she hadn’t eaten regularly. She had small breasts, I thought for the same reason and narrow hips. Her face was an almost perfect oval with blue eyes and high cheekbones I hadn’t noticed before. I left her alone and five minutes later she was ready. CHAPTER 2 I set the house alarm and led her out to my Honda. It really was a pretty decent car. I’d bought it new when I moved here last year. There’s a big difference between buying a car in New York and buying one here. For one thing, the sales people actually make you believe they’re glad to have you in their showroom. Many times in New York I’d stood around for half an hour while they completely ignored my presence. I only give people like that one chance. I’d never go into that dealership again, but I always made sure to write an explanatory letter to the general manager. The biggest difference was that I paid for this car with a personal check. In New York an official bank check was always required and, even then, I had to sit around the dealership while they called the bank to ensure that it was real. I opened the door for Jessie and backed out into the driveway. A minute later we were back on Beach Road headed toward the nearby village of Calabash. I parked in the lot at Boundary House. It was just after eight so the early rush of senior citizens was long gone. We were shown straight to a table by the hostess. Once we had our menus I asked Jessie, ”Would you like a drink? They might ask you for ID, but maybe not since I come here often.” “It’s okay…I have my expired driver’s license from Iowa. What would you have? The drink, I mean.” “I usually have a Margarita on the rocks. I enjoy it. You can barely taste the tequila through the lemon-and lime juice in it.” “I think I’ll join you.” That was what we ordered when the waitress came to the table. I explained what I knew about the menu. “I’ve had the baked potato soup several times. I think it’s really good. When was the last time you ate?” “Day before yesterday with the Canadian couple—a burger and some fries with a Coke for lunch.” “Then you’re probably hungry enough that you can handle the soup. It’s pretty filling. Also, the salads here are big and really good with cheese, bacon, and almonds in addition to the standard lettuce and tomatoes. For entrees I suggest the shrimp—grilled or fried—the chicken fingers, ribs, or prime rib. They’re all usually pretty good. I had the filet once and it was okay, but just okay. I’m going to have the ribs.” Jessie did order the soup, suggesting we share, the salad with Italian, and the ribs with baked sweet potato. I had the salad with bleu cheese and the ribs with baked potato. I toasted with Jessie once the drinks had arrived. “Here’s to better days.” She smiled and took a sip. “Good choice; I really like it.” Now I smiled. “Don’t like it too much. They can really sneak up on you. They’re stronger than you might think. That’s why I never have more than two.” A minute later our soup arrived and I could tell by the expression on her face that it was another good choice. I could also tell that she was reluctant to share, but, after eating about half, she pushed the bowl across the table. I only ate a little bit and returned the bowl to her. I loved the salads here and the accompanying croissant was always fresh and delicious with its drizzle of honey butter. Jessie must have been really hungry because she finished everything and even agreed to share a dessert of New York cheesecake even though she told me she’d never had it before. “Your other suggestions worked out well. I’ll trust you on this one.” The restaurant claims their cheesecake is flown in daily from the world-famous Carnegie Deli in Manhattan. I couldn’t say for sure if that was true, but the cheesecake was always delicious. Apparently, Jessie agreed. I paid the check, adding a generous tip and we were back in the car a few minutes later. “Feeling better now,” I asked. “Much—I can’t remember eating such a good meal or so much in years. Thank you. Thank you for everything.” “You’re welcome. I want to give your job problem a little thought tomorrow. There must be something you can do. I just have to figure out what. It’ll probably come to me while I’m sleeping.” I could see her confusion so I continued. “That’s when I always get my best ideas.” We were back at the house and had walked in when I noticed how tired Jessie was. “You know what? I just realized that we didn’t get you any pajamas or a nightgown. I could let you use one of my tee-shirts and some gym shorts that you can tie. I’m obviously bigger than you, but I think it’ll work.” I disappeared down the hallway to the master bedroom, returning a few minutes later with a navy blue tee shirt from the Bulldog Saloon in Whitefish, Montana and a pair of grey nylon shorts with ties in the front. I said goodnight, reminding her that she could lock the bathroom doors as well as the bedroom door if she wished. “I think I’ll trust you, Doug. You’re obviously one of the good guys.” She gave me a hug and closed the door. I walked into my bedroom, closed the door and stripped naked for a quick shower. Ten minutes later I was sound asleep. I always get my best ideas when I’m unconscious. When I woke at 4:30 I knew what to do so I walked into my home office and started to write a short program even though I was still half asleep. It was 5:15 when I turned it loose on the internet. I returned to bed knowing I was done sleeping for the night. Instead, I lay quietly in the bed while I thought about the events of the past day. I rose and dressed around 7:00. Jessie walked into the kitchen as I was just finishing the morning paper. “Did you get any inspiration last night?” “Did I ever! I think I’ve solved your problem and I’m working on it as we speak. It’s really so simple. You have to become someone else.” “Huh?” “I wrote a program that will search the internet for news stories on births and deaths. What we need is someone—a girl, obviously—who was born around the same time as you and who died shortly thereafter. If we can find one we can write to the county where she was born for a birth certificate. Then we can get you a social security card, a driver’s license, the whole works.” She looked worried. “Is that legal?” “No, but if we can find the right one we’ll never get caught. We’ll find one. It’s just a matter of time. Later today I’ll phone my doctor and get you an appointment for a complete checkup. I think you should see my dentist, too. Let’s get some breakfast—scrambled eggs, French toast, or pancakes? Bacon or sausage?” “What would you like?” I had to laugh. “I knew you were a survivor! Talk about tactful! Okay, how about scrambled and sausage links? Help yourself to coffee. Ever use one of these single-cup machines?” I gave her a quick tutorial before opening the refrigerator and pulling out six eggs and eight links. They went onto a hot griddle while I broke the eggs and stirred them into a homogeneous batter with a stainless steel whisk. I had everything cooking in less than a minute. Jessie had just taken her first sip of coffee when I pointed her to the cabinets for plates and silverware. I served her a generous helping before serving myself and dropping the frying pan into the sink. We sat in the large eat-in kitchen overlooking the back yard and the marsh beyond that led to the Intra-Coastal Waterway. I had a long dock four feet wide with railings over the marsh leading to a 150 square-foot area where I kept two boats high above the water on hydraulic lifts. “So, you drive a Honda, but have two boats?” “Of course! One must always keep one’s priorities in order besides…fishing is much more fun than driving. There are some great beaches nearby, too.” She held herself as though shivering from the cold although it was a toasty seventy degrees in the house. “Well, there are great beaches nearby when it’s warm enough.” “Why two boats?” “One is perfect here in the ICW or in one of the inlets, but it’s much too small to use in the ocean. That’s why I have the 33-footer, plus it has two engines which are a big insurance factor when you’re offshore. They’re both from Grady-White, known for over-built boats for generations. The outboards are all 250-horsepower Yamaha’s—the best outboards that plenty of money can buy. What the hell, I have to spend it on something.” Now Jessie laughed. “You are human, after all. Great eggs, too—you’re going to make me fat.” “I doubt it, but you look like you could use a few extra pounds. I know you’ve had a tough time.” We chatted for a few minutes then I dumped the dishes in the sink for later and took her on a tour of the house, stopping first in my office. She looked in awe at my computers arranged vertically on a steel rack. “What on earth is that?” “That is actually my computer. There are four servers, each capable of handling dozens of individual work stations, hooked up together. I have more speed and power than Merrill Lynch does in their Manhattan office. Let’s see if we’ve gotten any results yet.” My hands flew across the keyboard. Shit! I had results—too many. “Okay, when’s your birthday?” “August 6, 1992; why?” “I need to narrow the parameters on this search. I already have 15,000 matches. I was kind of asleep when I wrote it. Also, I forgot to input your sex. Finding Robert or Mark or Thomas isn’t going to help us.” Again, I typed quickly and the number of matches dropped to 76. “I asked for July through September of 1992 and added ‘female only’ to the search parameters. We can look at them later. Right now I have to make some phone calls.” I phoned my doctor and made arrangements for blood tests tomorrow morning. “I also want testing for STD’s for my friend. She’s had a tough time surviving. I’ll go into detail with Dr. Whitney next week.” After ringing off I dialed in to my dentist, making an appointment for a cleaning and exam on Friday morning. Money talks; I learned a long time ago about the power of cash. Jessie and I made short work of the dishes then I walked her to her room where we worked together to make her bed. We hadn’t found any lice on the sheets or blankets, but I still suggested that she wash her hair again. I hesitated to ask her about her other areas out of respect for her privacy. However, she readily volunteered the information. “I shaved my legs and underarms last night after using the shampoo. I thought about my pubic hair until I realized that I would have to comb the hair there. That cinched it for me. It’s the first time I’ve been bald there since I was eleven.” “That was entirely your decision. All I care about is your health.” She looked at me for a few seconds as though to ask me a question then she smiled and went back to work. I left and Jessie closed the door. I noticed that she didn’t lock it, not that I would ever dream of intruding. Hearing the water in the shower, I turned and walked into my office to check the results of my search. My computers were so powerful and so fast that they could scan millions of birth and death notices in a single second. It might take another second to compare them in search of a match. I had designed the program to begin searching births in the southern states and the deaths in the mid-west. After exhausting those it would automatically shift areas, concentrating wherever possible on pairs that were geographically different. The program had already identified 86 pairs. I had never realized that there were so many cases in which children died shortly after being born. First I printed out the highlights—date of birth, place, date of death, and place. I automatically rejected any in which both places were identical, assuming that people would know the family and identify their tragedy if I made an inquiry regarding the child. That removed more than ninety percent of the pairings. I now had exactly seven examples to investigate. I eliminated another two almost immediately. In one the father was a mayor whose two-month old daughter had died on vacation. In another one parent was a relatively well-known entertainer. It was the third in which I thought we hit pay dirt. I couldn’t wait to share it with Jessie. She called me from the bathroom so I left the data for later. I found her seated on the stool, the towel wrapped tightly around her slender body. I parted her hair with the comb and began a methodical combing that I hoped would cover every hair on her head. Whereas I had uncovered roughly a hundred nits last night, this morning I found only three. More importantly, I didn’t see even one live louse. I was about a minute into the combing when I remembered to share my news. “I think I’ve found the perfect new identity for you. The child—Jennifer Marie Townsend—was born on August 4th, 1992. There was a news story from the local newspaper in Whitehead, Tennessee that the family was driving north on I-65 to Chicago where the father was going to accept a new job when mom began to give birth. They pulled off the interstate when they saw a hospital sign, stopping at the emergency room of the nearby Marshall Medical Center. Jennifer was born and her birth is registered there in the Marshall County records. They stayed there for three days before continuing north, again on I-65 en-route to Chicago. Unfortunately, they never made it. A day later they pulled off I-90 near Hammond, Indiana. According to witnesses, Mr. Townsend attempted a right on red from the exit ramp when his car was struck by a tractor-trailer doing 55 with the light. Either he was distracted or something, but all three in the family were killed when the car broke apart and flew almost fifty feet through the air. Apparently, there was an extensive police investigation, but they never found any relatives to claim the bodies so the company the father was going to work for paid for cremations. The ashes were never claimed and were disposed of by the crematory. It’s a sad story, but perfect for you. That the death was in another state means there is unlikely to be any tie-in between the agencies.” “I almost feel guilty taking her identity.” “Don’t. Why don’t you look at it as being a second chance for her…and for you, too? It’s the only thing I can think of to throw your stepfather off your trail permanently.” She gave me a coy smile and nodded. I lent her one of my college sweatshirts and we walked together to the garage for a ride down to the nearest big shopping mall. She needed a warm jacket badly and we hadn’t found anything in Walmart last night. Looking down at her chest she asked, “MIT?” “Yeah, I was a grad student there. Having a PhD. is almost a requirement in the software development field unless you’re under eighteen and a genius.” “I thought you were a genius.” “Thanks for the compliment, but I was eighteen when I started my undergrad studies. I was already too old when I decided this was what I wanted to do.” “I hesitate to ask where you went to college.” “Then don’t; let’s get into the car and get you a jacket. That’s a bit more of a priority than my personal history.” She shrugged her shoulders and I drove down to Myrtle Beach. The Myrtle Beach Mall in northern Myrtle Beach has JC Penney, Belk, and Bass Pro Shops which actually had quite an extensive assortment of clothing for both men and women. I liked BPS so we went there first. We had just entered the ladies department when I spied several jackets. Unfortunately, they were more suitable for spring or fall, but there were several others nearby. Jessie tried on a few before picking out a down-filled jacket by Columbia. Rather than pay I led her to the back of the store where we found the large salt water aquarium. The store was almost deserted so we sat on a nearby bench to watch the fish. “I never would have guessed,” Jessie said just above a whisper. “Yeah, there are a lot of things on display—bears and deer over on the right in the hunting department and loads of deep water fish replicas up by the ceiling in the fishing department.” She looked right first and then at the fish models. “Wow!” “If you like these I think you’ll love Original Benjamin’s.” “What’s that?” “Do you like seafood?” “Yeah--when I can actually get it.” “Original Benjamin’s is a big seafood buffet restaurant just down the road in Restaurant Row. There’s a huge model of the Queen Elizabeth in the entry and the restaurant is decorated like a museum. The food is pretty good and it’s all-you-can-eat—right up your alley”. She gave my arm a playful punch before I continued. “The crab legs alone are worth the price. Let’s try it tomorrow. I’ll cook up a steak tonight. We can have hot dogs for lunch if you like.” “Three meals a day; I don’t believe it.” “It’s the least I can do. How could I save you from the cold and allow you to starve? That wouldn’t be much help, would it?” I looked over to her and received a shy smile for my efforts. After charging the purchase we detoured to customer service where I was able to cut the tags from Jessie’s jacket. She held her arms out and I slipped it onto her shoulders. She smiled again and we were on our way home. CHAPTER 3 There was a white panel truck in the driveway when we arrived. “I have the house cleaned once a week. They have a key and they know the alarm code.” I continued when Jessie showed a shocked expression on her face. “And they’re bonded. They have an excellent reputation and they want to keep it. A story in the news about a theft and they’d be done. C’mon, let’s go in. I need to write a script for your call to Marshall County this afternoon.” “A what?” “A script for you to follow; you might need a story to tell them and I know you’ll be nervous.” We walked into the house and I found May Gore and her daughter Le’andra at work in the living room. “Hi, May,” I said as we entered the spacious room. “This is my friend, Jennie…Jennifer.” No time like the present for Jessie to assume her new identity. “Hi, Missuh Doug…Miss Jennie. We just got heah ‘bout a half hour ago,” she said with a huge smile of white teeth in stark contrast to her coal-black skin. Like many black women, she was heavy-set with big breasts and a huge butt, but I’d never seen anyone work as hard as May and her children. I’d met four of them since I’d moved here ten months ago. I waved to Le’andra as she set up the vacuum and led Jennie/Jessie to the office. We had just entered when Jessie whispered, “Why did you call me Jennie?” “Sorry to take you by surprise like that, but I thought it might be better and avoid questions later—you know…Jessie…Jennie.” “Oh! I guess you’re right.” We laid our coats on the chair and I moved to the desk. I began to type what I thought would be a reasonable and believable history for Jennifer Marie Townsend. I double-spaced it in a 14-point font and handed it to Jessie/Jennie once it was printed out. She read it quickly then looked up, smiled and read it again. “I like it, Doug. It makes sense and I can even believe it.” “All you have to do is read it and ask what the fee is for a duplicate birth certificate. You probably don’t have to go into any detail, but most people are suckers for a hard luck story.” I checked the clock and suggested I begin our lunch. I asked May if she wanted to join us already knowing the answer. She and Le’andra had joined me several times since coming to work for me. I started the grill and left it to warm up while I made the other preparations. With Jessie’s…oops, I mean Jennie’s help we had the table set in no time. I had eight buns, but thought I might need more dogs. May and Le’andra could put down three or four each easily and I knew that Jennie was making up for lost time. I went out into the freezing air to toast the buns, returning them to the plastic bag once they were done. The dogs were done about ten minutes later and I called May and her daughter to join us. We sat around the table, eating and chatting amiably until May asked, “Jennie, how did you and Missuh Doug meet? We never seen no woman ‘round heah before.” I thought Jennie would choke so I rushed to her rescue. “It’s kind of personal, May. The important thing is that we did meet. You’ll no doubt see her here in the future.” “Yeah, I figured that. Le’andra spotted the clothes in the back bedroom and all the things in the bathroom.” “Those are none of your business, May. I assumed you were discreet when I hired you.” “Yes suh, I meant no harm.” “Good…not another word about Jennie’s presence here.” I took her hand; I could see that she was near tears. “Perhaps it would be best if you returned to work.” May and Le’andra rose, but they were not happy. There were still four hot dogs remaining on the plate. “You have no reason to be concerned or ashamed about your past, Jessie. Leaving home the way you did and for the reasons you had took a lot of courage. You managed to survive for more than five years when you couldn’t even get a job. You had to do a lot of unpleasant things, but you survived when many others would have died either by their own hand or murdered by some sicko who picked you up. That part of your life is behind you. I don’t think you’ll ever have to go through that again.” “How can you be so sure?” “Because starting this afternoon you’ll have a new life. I’ll help you put it together and I’ll stand by you until you’re ready. You’re safe here. You should think of this as your home while you….” I never had the chance to finish. Jennie threw her arms around my neck and hugged me fiercely. There were tears on her face when she finally pushed herself away. “I think meeting you is the best and luckiest thing that’s ever happened to me.” “I’m glad. For the record I’m glad I met you, too.” I squeezed her hand and we returned to our lunch. I wasn’t at all surprised when she ate four dogs. I only had two. We cleaned up the minimal mess, nothing more than paper plates, napkins, disposable plastic cups, and only a single large dish for the dishwasher. We retired to my office, the one area of the house that May never entered. I sat Jennie at the desk and entered the number of the Marshall County Administrative Building. I knew that Marshall County was sparsely populated with fewer than 31,000 residents as of 2014. I’d be amazed if their records department was computerized. The phone was answered on the third ring. (Marshall County) “Um…can I speak to someone about a duplicate birth certificate?” (Just a moment; I’ll connect you.) (Records…how may I help you?) “Uh…I’m Jennie…I mean I’m Jennifer Marie Townsend and I’ve been told that I was born in Marshall County. I don’t know for sure because both my parents died in a house fire when I was about a month old. According to neighbors my dad carried me out of the house. He must have thought that my mother was behind him because he hesitated a bit before putting me down on the lawn and running back into the fire. The house collapsed and he and my mother died. “I was brought up by my grandparents and I’ve lived with them ever since, taking care of Grandma for the last five years until she died last month. Now I need a job and I have to prove my citizenship so I need a replacement birth certificate.” (I’m really sorry for all your troubles. Getting a new certificate is easy. You just need to send a letter with your name, birth date, and address…you know, where to send it. The cost is ten dollars so I’ll need a check, preferably a bank check or money order. That’s what they tell me to ask for, but a personal check is okay. It’ll just take a few days longer. Send your letter to the County Clerk, Lewisburg, TN 37019. I am really sorry you’ve had such a tough time, Dearie. I hope everything works out for you.) “Thanks so much for your help. I really appreciate it.” Jennie hung up the phone and turned to me. “That was easier than I thought. Maybe this will work out after all.” I had been taking notes so I took Jennie’s place at the desk and brought up my word processing program. I had a letter to the County Clerk done in no time. Checking my watch I saw that we might just make it to the bank before closing. I pulled Jennie after me, grabbing our jackets on the way and we were out the door a minute later. “Lock up, will you, May? I have to rush to the bank.” We had our check fifteen minutes later then we were on our way to the local ACE Hardware. “Why are we going to a hardware store, Doug?” “See the sign over there.” She looked to the building and saw it—United States Postal Service. “They have a desk in the back that handles mail on a contract with the real USPS. There’s no incoming mail here, only outgoing. It’s a lot quicker most times than driving all the way to Ocean Isle or Little River down in South Carolina.” We had a stamped envelope from the postal desk less than five minutes later. I addressed it for Jennie, using her new name c/o Douglas Preston, PhD with my address on Beach Road, Sunset Beach, NC 28468 as the return address. After handing the completed envelope to the clerk he told us it would likely be delivered by Friday, two days forward. May was gone by the time we were back at the house. I returned to the office to clear all the search data from my computer. I had huge memory on my hard drives, but old habits die hard. Cleaning up after a project was something I’d begun as an undergrad, back when I had to do everything on a single laptop. Also, I didn’t want any evidence of illegal activity on my hard drive. Once the files were deleted I ran a program that would reformat the drive I had used. I rarely used the hard drives on the computers, preferring to use an external drive—just in case I picked up a serious virus. I could reinstall the files and programs that were required for compatibility with my servers. Once I was done I looked for Jennie, finding her lounging with a book, her back facing the glass doors that led to the deck where I kept my grill and an assortment of lounge chairs. “Know what I missed most while I was on the road? Reading; I loved books as a kid. I was always reading something…anything. I’m glad to see you have more than just computer books.” “I do have a life, you know.” “I guess…so, when are you going to fuck me?” “Huh? What brought that on?” “In my experience people do something because they want something. I heard May and her daughter talking earlier. They’ve never seen a woman here…never! She said you lived like a monk.” “Am I giving you a hard time because of how you lived? The truth is I don’t have much experience with women. I’m a nerd! So, shoot me! If we ever make love you’ll be on the pill and you’ll be 100 percent clean. Remember, that’s one of the reasons you’re being tested tomorrow morning. Besides, I’m doing this to keep you from freezing to death. One other thing—if we do make love it will be because you want to, not because you feel obligated. I hate the thought of being owed sex. Ugghh! That just makes the whole thing so cheap and so dirty. It makes my skin crawl. I’m not criticizing you. You had no choice, but now you do. You’ll have that choice as long as you’re here with me.” “And how long will that be?” “I have no idea. I obviously can’t keep you here. You’re not a slave, after all. You can go anytime you wish.” “Do you want me to go?” “No! For one thing you need your new identity and you need to get your health straightened out. You must be twenty pounds underweight. You need a driver’s license, both as an ID and if you ever get a job. Those things take time.” “Plus, you want to fuck me.” She leaned forward and stuck her tongue out in my direction. I gave up. “Alright…plus, I want to fuck you. Happy now?” She jumped up and into my lap. Her arms around my neck she leaned in and whispered, “Yes.” She pressed her lips against mine and started to kiss me. “You’re doing this because you want to…not because you feel you owe it to me.” “I can see you know nothing about women. Shut up and open your mouth.” I thought at first that she had misspoke, but that idea vanished when she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Her fingers gripped my short hair with a ferocity I’d never known until now. I found my arms around her, pulling her slender body to mine. I was suddenly filled with a desire—no, not a desire--a need to be inside this woman. I picked her up and carried her to my room. Stripping her clothes from her body I laid her gently onto the bed while I threw mine onto the floor. She laid there with a look of satisfaction on her face and her legs apart, her knees high into the air. I could see her recently naked pudenda glistening with droplets of her nectar. Reaching into my night table I removed a sleeve of five condoms. “Ooh, I hope you’re planning to use all of those even if I can’t walk tomorrow.” My teeth tore the condom from the wrapper and I pushed it down my shaft, pulling it tight when it reached the base. I found myself kneeling between her legs a second later as she pulled me to her core. Damn! She was tight—certainly the tightest I’d ever known—and her heat was incredible. Her legs around my waist and her arms around my back pulled me balls-deep in but a single thrust. I’d told Jennie/Jessie that I didn’t have much experience with women and that was true, but I wasn’t a virgin, not by a long shot. Who fucks a nerd? A girl nerd, that’s who, and there were girl nerds by the hundreds, if not thousands, at both Harvard where I was an undergrad and at MIT where I studied for my PhD. In one respect I was a virgin. This was my first time with a normal woman. All I had to do was survive her frenetic movements. Jennie’s hunger surprised me. I knew she was grateful for what I’d done. I thought that any human being would be, but her emotions—her desire and her need—were overwhelming. She rose to meet my every thrust with energy and force equal to or exceeding mine. There was no way I was going to last very long at this pace even though I tried desperately to hold it back. I finally let it go when I heard Jennie whisper, “Give it to me. C’mon…cum hard for me.” And then, as if to emphasize her point she lifted me a foot above the bed. I drove into her even harder when we fell back and my cock seemed to explode as jets of slick white semen erupted from my rock hard organ. Eventually, it ebbed and I softened. I rolled off Jennie, gripping the condom to ensure it wouldn’t leak into her. My breath was coming hard as I slowly recovered. I doubted then that I’d be able to get up to cook the promised steak for our dinner. Jennie slid onto my left side, her head on my chest and her leg thrown over mine, her red pussy oozing onto my thigh. “I’ve never done it like that—not even once. I’ve always lain perfectly still and allowed myself to be fucked. I liked doing it with you much more. That wasn’t so bad for you, was it?” “Bad? No, it was incredible.” “Good…then we can do it again after dinner.” I groaned in mock rebellion as I pulled her even closer. A minute later Jennie was asleep. I joined her not more than five minutes later. We slept together as lovers have for thousands of years, rising only when I felt an urgent need. There was no way I could slip out from under Jennie without waking her. “What? Where are you going, Doug?” “To answer nature’s call, unless you want to sleep tonight in a wet yellow bed.” “I love it—now we’re sleeping in the same bed. I’ll move my clothes in here while you’re cooking dinner. Let me see the bathroom so I’ll know where to put my stuff. She walked behind me while I was taking a whiz, laying claim to the second basin and the drawers next to it. I had just finished when she pulled me into the shower. It was easily big enough for four. “How the hell does this thing work,” she asked. I spent a few minutes explaining, showing her the thermostatically controlled tank-less water heater in the glass enclosed panel. “This knob controls the temperature. We’re a long way from the water heater in the garage. This arrangement saves a lot of water and guarantees uniform temperature. Here, I’ll turn it on and we’ll have to wait a few seconds until the water is hot enough.” I set the thermostat for 104 degrees and opened the valve. We stood together holding hands for maybe thirty seconds until the deliciously hot water poured from the twenty-two spray heads on the four walls. Grabbing the soap from the recessed well I began to wash Jennie’s back and butt. Then I moved forward to wash her breasts and stomach. Her breasts were small, barely a B-cup in my limited experience, but I was sure they’d grow as she gained weight. Moving down I washed her abdomen, her pussy and her thighs. I was tempted to eat her pussy, but that was going to have to wait until we knew if she was healthy. Her unfortunate lifestyle could easily have brought her into contact with one or more STD’s. That would be addressed tomorrow morning with a full set of blood tests. Dr. Whitney had always done a full battery on me and her analysis was always spot on. I finished Jennie by tickling her feet then handed her the soap and watched as she addressed my body. For a nerd I have a decent body. I’m 6 feet 1 inch tall and weigh a solid 185 pounds. I usually go up to Shallotte to Gold’s Gym two to three times a week. I’d invite Jennie to join once things settled down between us. Like me, Jennie began with my back and butt although she was much more playful when it came to my butt than I was with hers. I had to remind myself that she was eleven years younger than me. She did play with my cock and balls, even suggesting that I shave to match her. I told her I’d think about it, but made no promises. We dried each other and dressed. I put two potatoes in the oven to bake and took a good-sized ribeye out of the refrigerator to warm up before putting it on the grill. Jennie set the table and we worked together to toss a salad. We were done well in advance of dinner so I opened a bottle of Chardonnay and brought two glasses of wine to the living room. We sat together on the couch, content and comfortable in our silence. I turned on the TV, but even with 200 channels there was still nothing I thought was worth watching so I pushed a DVD into the machine and turned to ask Jennie, “Ever hear of Charlie Chan? His movies used to be popular, but they’ve fallen out of favor because while good old Charlie was supposed to be a Chinese from Honolulu he was always played by white guys like Sidney Toler with a cheesy accent.” “Sounds like a rip; I’ll give it a shot. Is this what you do for kicks…watch obscure old movies?” “Sure, they’re better than the trash that’s on the tube these days. Those so-called reality shows are just absurd. None of them are anything even close to ’reality.’” I started the movie and sat back. Jennie snuggled close, pulling my arm over and around her shoulder. We sat silently, watching cornball Charlie Chan solve yet another insolvable crime. I was about to turn the set off when the movie had ended, but stopped when Jennie commented, “Better than I thought it would be. Have any more?” “Yeah, I have. I have Blazing Saddles, North by Northwest, High Noon, and a few others, too.” “I’ve heard of Blazing Saddles, but not the others.” “Then you’re in for a few surprises.” I kissed her quickly then rose to turn on the grill and tend to the steak, cutting into the fat along the side to prevent shrinkage and rubbing a mixture of salt, pepper, and spices into the meat. “I hope you like your steak medium rare,” I called into the living room. “That’s the only way I know how to cook it.” Jennie responded with a laugh. Dinner was served fifteen minutes later and the steak was delicious, the potatoes were done just right, and the salad was a good complement to the meal. To complete the dinner I had opened a bottle of Chianti Classico, Vintage 2008. “Did you know that there’s a special Chianti grape? Regular Chianti has varying percentages of that special grape, but only Chianti Classico is made exclusively from the Chianti grape.” “Actually, I didn’t know that. It wasn’t high on my menu priorities in my former life. I think Ripple or Muscatel was more appropriate.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring up…I mean….” “Relax, Doug—I’m not upset with you. It was what it was. You were right—I am a survivor.” We finished the meal in silence then I sat her at my desk with a note pad and told her, “Practice your new signature—Jennifer Marie Townsend. I’m sure you’ll have to print it tomorrow morning and complete some forms, too. The more you do it now the easier it will be then.” I kissed her again and went to tackle the dishes. It was no big deal. I’d been single like forever. I’d done them like a thousand times. I emptied the trash and returned to find Jennie diligently working on her third sheet. “This was a great idea. It’s becoming second nature now.” She had practiced her new signature in three variations: with “Marie,” with just the initial “M,” and without it. It was a very productive exercise. She was about to start her fourth page when I interrupted her. “We need to go to bed. We have an early appointment and need to fast. I’ll take you out for breakfast afterward.” I set the house alarm and followed Jennie to the bedroom. She slipped into bed naked, and I joined her. “Shouldn’t we brush our teeth or use the bathroom first?” “Can’t we do it later? You’re going to get up to dispose of the condom anyway, right?” Sometimes logic can be frustrating, but she was correct. I lay back on the bed and pulled her close. We kissed and embraced. I ran my hand along her back, my finger tracing the curve of her shapely backside. Jennie, meanwhile, had one hand tangled in my hair and the other firmly grasping me. We rolled around on the bed for over ten minutes until she couldn’t take it anymore. “Oh God! Make love to me, Doug. Please…please make love to me!” I reached for a condom, but Jennie got it first. A moment later, it was securely in place, and she was moving down onto me. I reached up to caress her breasts and tease her nipples. She moaned as our bodies moved in a rhythm that intensified with every thrust. Soon, we were lost in wild passion. It was a new experience for me to have such intense, unrestrained intimacy, and doing it more than once a day was beyond belief. Where had this woman been all my life? We maintained our pace for several minutes. Luckily, having climaxed just a few hours earlier gave me the stamina to match her. My hands found her breasts and nipples as her lips found mine. This woman could kiss like no other! Mid-kiss, she began to moan and her body started to tremble. Just as well, because I felt a deep stirring within me. Jennie paused for a moment, arching her back more than I thought possible, then suddenly leaned forward as her body was seized by spasms. It was the most intense and prolonged orgasm I’d ever witnessed. She had just collapsed onto my chest when I reached my own climax. My orgasm wasn’t as intense as the afternoon’s, but it was deeply satisfying. I wondered why I had agreed to get up afterward. I was completely drained. We lay there for about fifteen minutes before Jennie whispered, “I’m sorry. I should have known we’d be exhausted after that. It was amazing, Doug—my best ever…truly.” “I’m glad, but we should get up before the condom leaks and before we fall asleep.” “Party pooper!” she teased, giving me a quick kiss before getting up. I followed her. Five minutes later, we were enjoying a hot shower together. We soaped each other, and Jennie used the special shampoo again just to be sure. We dried each other, dressed in T-shirts and gym shorts, and I combed her hair with the special comb. We were both relieved to find no signs of lice. The night was still fairly young, but we had to rise early. We fell into bed, drifting off almost immediately. Jennie’s head rested on my chest, and her leg lay gently across my thigh. I wasn’t used to being touched while sleeping. In truth, this was the first time I’d ever actually slept with a woman. I loved it. NEXT: Jennie moves in. I make some important changes.

A True Sex Story

The Karma Sutra is often seen as a guide to intimacy, offering a wide range of positions that can deepen connection and enhance pleasure between partners. Exploring these 100 positions provides an opportunity to discover new ways to express affection, build trust, and enjoy shared moments. This post will walk through some of the most notable positions, their benefits, and tips for trying them safely and comfortably. A MODERN VIDEO OF A COUPLE EXPLORING KARMA SUTRA LOVEMAKING Understanding the Karma Sutra’s Approach to Intimacy The Karma Sutra is not just about physical positions; it emphasizes emotional connection, mutual respect, and communication. The variety of positions reflects different moods, energy levels, and physical abilities. This diversity encourages partners to explore what feels best for them, rather than following a rigid script. Variety supports exploration: Trying different positions can help partners discover new sensations and preferences. Communication is key: Discussing comfort levels and desires ensures a positive experience. Focus on connection: The goal is shared pleasure and intimacy, not just physical technique. Categories of Positions in the Karma Sutra The 100 positions can be grouped into categories based on posture and interaction style. This helps in selecting positions that suit your mood and physical comfort. 1. Seated Positions Seated positions allow for close contact and eye contact, fostering emotional intimacy. They often require less physical exertion and can be ideal for slow, sensual moments. The Lotus: Partners sit facing each other with legs intertwined. This position encourages deep connection and gentle rhythm. The Chair Embrace: One partner sits on a chair while the other straddles them. This position supports intimacy and allows for easy communication. 2. Standing Positions Standing positions can add excitement and spontaneity. They often require balance and strength but can be adapted with support from walls or furniture. The Standing Hug: Partners stand facing each other, holding tightly. This position is simple but powerful for closeness. The Lift: One partner lifts the other, creating a dynamic and playful experience. It requires trust and strength. 3. Lying Down Positions These positions are often the most relaxing and allow for extended sessions. They can range from spooning to more complex arrangements. The Spooning: Partners lie on their sides, one behind the other. This position is comforting and intimate. The Reclining Twist: One partner lies on their back while the other lies perpendicular, creating a unique angle for connection. 4. Kneeling Positions Kneeling positions offer a balance between intimacy and movement. They can be used for both gentle and energetic encounters. The Kneeling Embrace: Partners kneel facing each other, holding tightly. This position allows for eye contact and closeness. The Cross Kneel: One partner kneels while the other crosses their legs around them, creating a secure and connected posture. Tips for Exploring the Karma Sutra Positions Trying new positions can be exciting but also challenging. Here are some practical tips to make the experience enjoyable and safe: Start slow: Begin with simpler positions to build comfort and confidence. Use pillows or props: Support can make positions more comfortable and reduce strain. Communicate openly: Check in with your partner about comfort and pleasure. Focus on breathing: Deep, synchronized breathing enhances relaxation and connection. Be patient: Some positions may take practice to master. Benefits of Exploring These Positions Exploring a wide range of positions can bring several benefits beyond physical pleasure: Improved communication: Discussing preferences strengthens emotional bonds. Increased trust: Trying new things together builds confidence in the relationship. Enhanced physical fitness: Many positions engage different muscle groups. Greater intimacy: Variety keeps the relationship fresh and exciting. Examples of Unique Positions from the Karma Sutra Here are a few examples of positions that stand out for their creativity and intimacy: The Yawning Position: Partners lie facing each other with legs intertwined, creating a relaxed and open posture. The Swing: One partner supports the other’s weight while seated, allowing for gentle rocking motions. The Arch: One partner lies on their back with hips raised, supported by the other partner’s hands, creating a deep connection. These examples show how the Karma Sutra blends physicality with emotional closeness. Safety and Comfort Considerations While exploring new positions, safety and comfort should always come first: Avoid pain or discomfort: If a position causes pain, stop and adjust. Warm up: Gentle stretching or massage can prepare the body. Use lubrication: This can reduce friction and increase comfort. Respect limits: Everyone’s body is different; honor your own and your partner’s boundaries. Bringing the Karma Sutra into Modern Relationships The Karma Sutra remains relevant today because it encourages partners to explore intimacy with openness and creativity. It’s not about perfection but about connection and pleasure. Adapt positions: Modify them to suit your body and preferences. Make it playful: Approach exploration with curiosity and humor. Prioritize emotional connection: Physical closeness is enhanced by trust and affection. Exploring these 100 positions can be a journey that deepens your relationship and brings new joy to your shared experiences.

Introduction: To comply with this sites new censorship rules all references to age have been edited. Readers should consider all characters to be at least 18 years old. Sorry for any confusion in the story line. Confessions of a Teenage Slut By Greg and Maddie Warning: This story contains very disturbing content. Sensitive readers should go elsewhere if they are easily offended. First, let me say that Maddie is a dear friend of mine. We have been together for a while now. When she learned that I write stories, she offered a tale that I just had trouble passing up. Yes, I know Maddie was taken advantage of. But she asked me to put all of it in this story about her life. So before the self-righteous hypocrites out there jump all over me, just remember that this account was entirely her idea. Was it therapeutic, maybe? I am just the typist, really. We both enjoyed working together on this, and besides, I think she turned out alright. I am sorry the story runs a little long, but Maddie didn’t want it chopped into chapters. I did make her promise that if the response was good, we would write a follow-up. I had a difficult time deciding how to limit the story to just this much. Maddie has a very colorful history. My name is Madeline, but everyone just calls me Maddie. Ever since I can remember, I’ve always needed to be the center of attention. My earliest memories were of wanting to be watched or noticed. Growing up, I was an only child. It was just Mom and me, but there was always some guy around. My real father, if you could call him that, was never there. I’m pretty sure Mom might not even know exactly who he was. My mom had always worked in bars and restaurants as a barmaid or waitress. She always had to have a man around, even though they never stayed long. Mom had an attractive body. She was a MILF before the term was even used. She had a slim figure and large breasts. She was always a stickler for having her hair done regularly. It didn’t matter if we had the money or not; her hair was a first priority. She always wore low-cut tops on the job. She knew her tips would be better if men got a good look at her. This is probably how she got to bring so many of the guys home. For as far back as I can remember, men were always there. Mom told me when I was little that these were my uncles. I didn’t really know or care that much for what that even meant. I knew she would be happier when there was a guy around, but it usually ended in a big fight. My mom’s looks would always attract men, but her domineering personality would always chase them away. I’m sure if I talked to a shrink, he would tell me my need for attention has something to do with not having a stable father figure around. I never knew any different and just got used to having someone new around every couple months. My earliest memories are of these different men in our lives. Mom had evening work hours and sometimes left me at home with some of them. I was always really friendly, and I got along really well with most of them. Mom was probably too trusting with a few of the guys. I’ve never told her that more than a couple had given me baths or had walked in on me while I was getting dressed for bed. One guy liked to help me pick out what to wear and usually watched me try on different outfits. I used to pretend to have a fashion show for him. I always seemed to have a desire to please them. I guess I thought if they liked me and mom, they would stick around longer. While mom was at work, I spent many evenings cuddled up next to one of them on the couch watching TV. There was one particular guy I really got attached to. His name was Derrick. Mom had met him at work as usual and started bringing him home. He came by occasionally in the evenings when Mom had to work. He was good at fixing things, and since we were always in low-rent apartments, there was always something around that needed repairing. It was always a hassle to get the landlords to fix anything. He and I would often wrestle on the floor of the living room. He liked tickling me and giving me rides around the apartment on his back. He had me call him by some silly horse’s name while we were doing this. Sometimes we would just lie on the floor and play a game where he would search my body for a new tickle spot. I would just lie there as his hands moved around on me. I would fight back the urge to laugh. Other times he would lay right on top of me and pin me to the floor like a great monster. I would have to find a way to wiggle out from under him. We had a great time doing this. Derrick and Mom used to make a lot of noises late at night when she got off work. The apartments were usually small, and my room was usually right alongside hers. I was curious one time and quietly snuck into the hallway. Mom’s room only had a single light on. I saw them on top of each other. Mom’s moaning concerned me at first. I was afraid they were mad at each other. I remember watching at the edge of the door for some time, and of course I saw almost everything they were doing. I think that was maybe the first time I realized that a guy’s cock was used for things other than peeing. After a bit, I guess I figured out that they weren’t angry. At one point, Derrick sat up and kneeled on the bed. Mom started sucking on the end of his cock. I remember trying to figure out why she would be doing something like that. While she was doing it, Derrick happened to look over towards the door and saw me standing there. He made no effort to cover anything up and continued thrusting at my mom’s face. He sort of held my mom’s head in place with a hand on top of her head and then sped up what he was doing. Mom couldn’t move, turn, or move her face, so she just let him continue. Soon, Derrick went even faster. He looked right at me and let out a loud groan. I got scared at that point and ran back to my room, pulling the covers over my head. The next day, I said nothing about what I had seen. Mom was offered a double shift and had to work late that day. She asked Derrick to stay that evening and watch me. Just before bed, I was in the bathroom taking a bath. Derrick knocked on the door and just came right in. He said he had to go pee real bad and was sorry that he couldn’t wait. I was sitting in the tub all soaped up and he just came over to the toilet and unzipped his pants. He undid his pants in the front and exposed his cock. It was a lot brighter in the bathroom than it had been in the bedroom the night before. His thing was huge. He didn’t make any effort to shield my view, and of course my eyes were glued to the sight of a full-grown man’s penis. He shook it a couple times and then for no apparent reason dug in his pants and brought out the whole thing, balls sack and all. I wasn’t sure what to do at that point. I just remember sitting there waiting for something to happen. It just hung there, all red and bloated-looking. Derrick looked over at me a couple times and just smiled. He rubbed at his balls for a few seconds, and then pee started to come out the end. Derrick just stood there and drained himself. After he finished, he let it hang there for a long time. I thought he was going to pee more, but finally he just shook the whole thing a few more times, and that seemed to be it. Carefully, he put the entire thing back in his pants and flushed the toilet. He left the room without saying another word. I don’t really remember being that shocked by that event, mostly because he did it in such a casual way. I do remember thinking, "Oh, well, there it was again; no big deal." As it turned out, it didn’t matter anyway. Later that same night, something happened. I was asleep when the shouting woke me up. It was very late, but Mom and Derrick were both in my room. I had never heard Mom so mad. I was scared to open my eyes and pretended to still be asleep. She was screaming for Derrick to get out. I thought she meant just my room, but it was worse. In the morning, when I woke up, Derrick was gone. I never saw him again, and Mom refused to even talk about him ever again. There were other male friends of my mom who came and stayed, but mom now watched them like a hawk. If they ever started paying attention to me, Mom would find a way to get rid of them. I thought she was just jealous of me. A couple years later, we moved to a nicer apartment complex. The apartment was much better, too. It was closer to my school, and it was an easy walk for mom to work. The apartment was on the third floor. The stairs were really a pain after a while, though. Mom made fast friends with the complex manager. His name was Mr. McMillon. He was probably in his fifties. He lived alone in one of the apartments. I don’t think he owned the place. I think he just collected the rent, did minor repairs, and kept the place clean. Mom certainly knew how to catch his roving eye. Anytime he had to come to our apartment for a leaky faucet or a problem with the drains, she made sure to have on a low-cut top and tight jeans. I thought it was funny watching him try to concentrate on the repair job and not trip over himself while keeping one eye on mom’s jiggling boobs. It was not too long before a second-floor apartment became available. Normally they would have gone for more money, but somehow mom was offered the place for exactly what we were paying for the third-floor unit. A couple days after moving in, I realized that Mr. McMillon’s third-floor unit was directly across the small courtyard from our place. Our windows all faced the courtyard. One night, after taking a shower, I walked into my room. I was at my dresser getting ready for bed. In the reflection of the mirror, I could see Mr. McMillon standing in the middle of his living room window. Suddenly, he stepped to the side behind the curtains. I kind of chuckled because, with the light on in the room behind him, his outline was clearly visible. I still had a bath towel wrapped around me. I had not seen the need to close my curtains as of yet. Being on the second floor, I had not figured anyone could see in; besides, the curtains were very thin anyway. I never thought about it till later on, but Mr. McMillon had probably just installed them prior to us moving in. They seemed brand new. Anyway, my wicked little mind quickly devised a plan. Leaving the light on, I casually walked over and locked the door to my room, then went back and stood in front of the mirror again. I rewrapped the towel again, now just around my waist. I stayed facing the mirror and pretended to be fiddling with my hair. I knew Mr. McMillon would not be able to see my boobs unless I turned around. I was still going through puberty and didn’t have much size just yet. Still, I had progressed out of the training bra size and was growing by the month. I figured I'd tease him as much as I could. I stayed facing the mirror with my arms up, slowly brushing my hair. I made several moves as if to turn around, then stopped. Bending over, I reached into a lower drawer to get a pair of panties. I held them up to inspect them. Actually, I just wanted my watcher to think I was getting ready to put them on and would soon drop my towel. I stayed close to the mirror and pretended to be checking my eyes. Mr. McMillon was still standing behind the curtains. His outline showed constant movement near his waist. I knew he was jerking off. It was thrilling to know that I was turning him on sexually. It was finally time to give him a show, so I turned around, putting my bare breasts in plain view. I sat down on my bed and pretended to be checking my toenails. I let the towel around my waist ride up my thighs. I was not ready to show my bush just yet. Besides, I think by this point he had already climaxed. Casually glancing at the mirror, I could make out the teetering silhouette of a man wobbling around. I thought to myself that this might turn out to be great fun. Sometime after moving into the new place, I met Nick. I saw him at a local park on the way home from school. He was much older than I, probably in his twenties. He and some other guys were playing basketball, and I made it a point to walk by and be "noticed." It wasn’t long before I had them aware of me. I made sure to smile and flirt as Nick returned my interest. Finally, we introduced ourselves. Nick offered to take me to his house to play video games. He bragged on his vast collection and on the levels he had reached. I could really care less about the games. Nick lived with his mom and stepdad. He had a really cool set-up in the basement. His room was basically the entire basement. It was a wide open area. There was a mattress top just lying on the floor by one wall. He had a big-screen TV with an XBox and other gaming equipment connected to it. The greatest thing about it was the outside door. He could come and go as he pleased without going upstairs. I think it was the second or third time I had gone there, and I was bored with the video games. He was just too good at them, and I offered no competition for him. I had gotten up and somehow ended up sitting on the mattress. He came over and started gently caressing my arm. He kissed me, and my body went electric. His touch sent shivers through me. I hadn’t planned on fucking him, but it was out of my control. His moves and touch had me longing for his body. I don’t think I even got completely undressed. Nick was in such a hurry to get inside me that I just stripped off my leggings and pulled my top up to my neck. When he penetrated me, he just slid right in. He asked, If I was a virgin? Sounding very stupid, I told him I wasn’t sure. Nick had entered me and was steadily pumping at me. I was on my back with my legs in the air. This was truly the first time I remembered someone was fucking on me. Somewhere during this, I happened to glance over to the stairs upstairs. Nick’s stepfather had come home and had quietly come down the stairs. He was standing there, just watching us. Nick had his back to him and was rocking me with strong thrusts. I wasn’t sure what his stepdad was going to do. I looked up at Nick. His face was flushed red. I knew he would cum soon. Looking back to the stairs, I could see that the stepdad had moved back a little. He was now peering around the corner of the wall. I figured, "What the hell?" If dad likes watching, I’d give him something to see. I raised my legs and spread them even wider. I grabbed Nick by the sides of his face and pulled him down to my lips. My mouth opened, and my tongue searched for his. Nick started to moan, and suddenly our kiss broke. His neck stiffened, and his head shot upward. I grabbed a hold of his butt cheeks and held him up against me. I was sort of surprised that I could feel the cum spurting inside of me. I glanced over to the steps, and his stepdad was still there. From that noticeable bulge in his crotch, I could tell he had enjoyed watching the show. The fact that I had turned on his stepdad too sent a tingle of satisfaction down my spine. Suddenly, my body exploded in the most incredible orgasm I had ever experienced. I moaned and jerked about like a wild person. My head seemed to explode as sparks of light seemed to flash around me. I can vaguely recall being pretty vocal as I flailed about in pure ecstasy. Nick had collapsed on top of me. He only started moving after I nudged him. Looking over to the steps, the stepdad was gone. Before I left, I asked Nick to use the bathroom to clean up. I went upstairs and was going down the hall when his stepdad practically jumped out in front of me. He had been standing just inside a bedroom door. I wasn’t sure what to say. He sort of cornered me right there in the hall. He was a big man. I didn’t even reach his chin height. He got right in front of me and sort of backed me up against the wall. In a deep, husky voice, he asked if I would be willing to try on a "real man." I say the most stupid things when I’m nervous. "I’m kinda full right now," I said. "But I’m glad you enjoyed the show." Finally, I looked him right in the eye and said, "I would think about it." I felt so dumb standing there with cum oozing out of my pussy. Back at our apartment, I had the most fun teasing Mr. McMillon. I tried to stay on the same schedule because I knew he would be watching for me then. One night after my shower, I was feeling particularly randy and figured to blow his mind completely. I had walked into my room wearing only a bath towel wrapped around me. By then, I had discovered how to give myself an orgasm. I had a blue plastic hair brush that had a thick round handle. It was probably about the size of a regular guy’s penis. After coating it with an aloe lotion, I discovered it fit nicely into my cunt. I had brought the brush from the bathroom and was stroking my hair, trying to be ever so sexy. I knew Mr. McMillon was at the curtain again. I figured this would be the night to let him see it all. After making sure the door was locked, I carried the brush and the lotion to my bed. My bed faced the window. I figured to frigg myself to a climax and give Mr. McMillon a heart attack. Lying down on the bed, I shed my towel. I aimed myself right in the direction of Mr. McMillon’s window and slowly started rubbing my clit and boobs. The thrill of having a dirty old man wanking-off watching me was intense. I wet the brush handle by sliding it in and out of my mouth a few times. Still holding the brush in my mouth, I dribbled some lotion on my lower belly. Gently, I drew my fingers through the puddle and began painting the lips of my pussy with it. When I felt coated enough, I took the brush from my mouth and began twisting it in the lotion left on my belly. I figured Mr. McMillon would be beside himself, knowing what I was about to do. Slowly, I pushed the rounded handle into my slit. The sensation of being filled was awesome. I brought my knees up and bottomed out the brush in my cunt. After a couple short strokes, I laid out flat on my back and continued with a long, slow stroking rhythm. I always imagine all sorts of depravity as I bring myself off. Most times, I pretended to be a slut, servicing all sorts of men at once. Before long, I had a rapid motion going. This time it took only a few minutes before I was on the edge of a great cum. I raised my head one last time to make sure Mr. McMillon was still there. The shadow against the curtain was unmistakable. I laid back and my body exploded in a thrilling climax. I think it was sometime within a year of moving to our new place that mom brought Glen home. Mom had hit a home run when she latched on to him. He was the first guy that even I thought was nice-looking. Glen didn’t move in like the others. He had his own place and a job. Glen never really slept over either. He just hung around. He was the only one who really took Mom out on dates. I’m sure that they did all the fucking at his place. I knew by that time how to tease a guy with glimpses of my body. I had grown into a 32 B cup by then. I found any excuse to take another shower when Glen was around. I had to be real careful though so as not to raise any suspicion with mom. As it turned out, Glen was a photographer. He ran a little studio downtown. He did weddings, graduations, and stuff. Not long after he and mom started dating, mom came home with a glamour-shot type photo. It was a really professionally taken photo. Her face had been made up by someone who really knew how to do it right. Her hair, of course, was flawless. You didn’t have to guess, but her biggest attributes were also on display. It was actually done very well. It practically made her look at least ten years younger. I took several opportunities to compliment Glen on his work. I was trying to be as subtle as possible, hoping he would do me too. I mean photo shoot, of course. Finally, one evening while mom was preparing something in the kitchen, I sat on the couch next to Glen. I'd been doing some pretty obvious things in an attempt to catch his eye. I really was trying to get his attention, but mom was especially possessive of him. In a quiet voice, he asked me if I had ever considered modeling. I was flattered, of course. I leaned in close and whispered that Mom would never allow that. "Oh," he said. "I meant strictly legit stuff," he continued. "Sometimes I get local stores' shopping ads to do," he offered, "and I’m always in need of a model to display clothing or jewelry or such." I was so totally into this and told him so. "But, again, mom won’t be having any of that," I whispered. He sort of smiled quickly and then said, "Well, then, we just won’t tell her right away, okay?" Just then, Mom came in, and of course, she had to know what we were discussing. "Stuff," I said off-handedly. We had a nice dinner, and then Glen left with Mom for a late movie. Wow, me being a model, just the thought played right into my greatest fantasies. I could just imagine all the girls in school sneering in jealous envy at my career as a big-time celebrity. Standing in front of the full-length mirror in mom’s room, I tried to picture myself as a real model. I thought my legs were my best-looking feature. I was still skinny by most standards, but I thought I could catch a second glance from most guys if I had on the right clothes. Glen didn’t bring the subject up again for several weeks. I was starting to believe he might have just been leading me on. I took it upon myself to inquire on several occasions. "How’s business?" I would ask. I was hoping he would get the hint. Something happened one day that really pushed me to make a move. There was this really cute guy I was interested in, and another girl hooked up with him. I was furious because I had been making all sorts of subtle moves to gain his attention. I figured I needed to get this modeling thing going. I knew the other girls would be jealous, and it would give me an edge with the better-looking guys. Finally, I had to almost invite myself to stop by to see his studio. One evening, when mom was in the other room, I told Glen I wanted to see his studio. I planned to come by to see his shop. I knew it was kind of forward, but I wanted it really bad. He seemed ok with it too, so I told him I’d be there sometime around one o’clock. The next day, I walked a couple blocks to a bus stop and caught the downtown route. I knew about where the shop was, but the neighborhood was pretty rough. As I stood to get off the bus, the bus driver didn’t open the door at first. "Honey, are you sure you know where you are going?" he asked. I kind of looked puzzled for a second and tried to be cool. "Yes, of course." "We just moved here recently," I said. "Okay," he said, "just be careful around here." I hopped down the steps, turned, and walked as confidently as I could. Of course, I was lost immediately and had to ask for directions from some creepy-looking guy. Finally, I got to Glen’s shop. It wasn’t exactly what I had imagined. Yeah, it was a photography shop, but it was not exactly the type of place a young couple might come to for wedding photos. It looked more like a place to get IDs, passport photos, and such. Anyway, I walked in. Glen was alone. The inside was a lot nicer than the outside. The front was kind of a waiting room, and the walls were covered with nicely framed portraits of people and couples. Glen seemed happy to see me. He said business had been slow today. He asked if I wanted a tour of the place. "Sure," I responded, "I came all this way." The rear part of the shop was through a door and hallway. There were two "studio rooms." Each had a full lighting set for portraits. There were props all over the walls on both sides. Stacked along the walls were various chairs, stands, and even a small dark loveseat. The racks contained all sorts of shawls, hats, scarves, and such. It was a little like a high school theater room. The camera equipment fascinated me. Glen knew all about the lens and the lighting sets. I was making small talk and trying to sound flattering, but what I really wanted was to do a real photo shoot. I told Glen, "I guess in my mind, I had pictured all sorts of people fussing around the place—a stylist, a make-up person, some assistants maybe." Glen just chuckled. "I’m not that famous just yet," he laughed. The second room was about the same, maybe a bit more for professional shots. It had less clutter on the walls and more furniture. There was a white, high-back wicker chair positioned in the middle of the room as if it had just been used. I boldly sat down and, with flair, tried to act sophisticated. I pulled my hair back on one side and pretended to pose for a shot. "Do you really think I’m nice-looking?" I asked. "Honey, you've got all you need to have," Glen said, smiling. By that time, I was starting to develop more. I was just a little over five feet tall and weighed maybe 109 pounds. I was proudly wearing my size 32 B bra back then. My brown hair reached my shoulders and was long enough to tie in a ponytail. I had my mom’s brown eyes. My best feature until my boobs would come in, were my skinny legs. I must have had a dozen pairs of leggings, and I wore them all the time. Glen walked over to a large camera on a tripod and pressed a button. The camera started making a whining noise. Reaching above me, he adjusted a large white lamp shade. Without warning, the camera flashed and clicked. He had a small remote in his hand. I guess when he saw what he wanted, he clicked it. "I wasn’t ready," I complained. "Sorry, I was just checking the lighting," he said. He flashed a couple more times and then walked up to me. He gently raised my chin and angled my face to one side. He adjusted my posture and stepped away. Two quick flashes followed. "Maddie, I want to be honest with you; I don’t have any work right now that I think you would be interested in," he said. "Besides, most models start with a portfolio to get their face out there," he said. "And those can be expensive to assemble," he added. "We could just do a couple small shots to see if the camera likes you," he offered. "I don’t have anyone for make-up or hair scheduled to be in today, so maybe we could just do some candid shots and see what works, huh." I was beside myself. Visions of fame and success bounced around inside my head. "Sure," I said. "Whatever you want to do." "Well, if you’re up for it, how about some typical schoolgirl shots?" "Could you try on some outfits for me?" he asked. He left and came back carrying a box with assorted articles of clothing in it. He asked if I would put on the uniform and see what happened. He closed the door and left to go up front. I quickly changed into what looked like a private-school girls’ jumper. The size was way too small. I hollered out, asking if he had something larger. Glen came back and cracked the door open. "Honey, don’t worry about that." "Just make it work," he said. I set about trying to get into the outfit. The skirt was ridiculously short, and the blouse would hardly button. I managed to get them both on, but I felt foolish. The white knee socks worked, but the shoes I just left off. "Ready!" I hollered. Glen was very professional when he came back in. He didn’t stare at me or make me feel uncomfortable at all. He went about adjusting the set and moved the wicker chair farther back from the camera. He finally asked me to be seated. Again with the chin adjust, and he adjusted the angle of my shoulders. He put his hand on my back and pushed out my chest. He stepped away for a moment and then "flash-flash." I thought I was on my way. This was what I had always dreamed of: millions of people seeing me in an advertisement. He kept adjusting me and shooting from various angles. He had me lean forward and act coy, lay back and be sophisticated, and I even stood and posed. All the time, he was telling me how well I was doing. "I had a great time doing this," I told Glen as I left. "But I really don’t want mom to find out that I came here." "Could we keep this quiet for a while?" Glen agreed. I was really afraid my mom would be jealous and put a stop to it. Glen told me he would show my test shots around and see if there was any immediate interest. He promised to let me know. I didn’t want to bug him, so I let it go for at least a week. Of course, that felt like an eternity to me. Finally, I brought up the subject when we were alone. He didn’t say anything definitely one way or another. He asked if I would be willing to do another shoot. He said he would try to have a stylist there to help with things. I was thrilled. "Yes, of course," I said. The next school day I left right afterwards, and took the bus to his shop. Sure enough, there was someone else there with him. I figured it would be a woman, but it was a guy about his age. He was very good looking and well dressed. I could picture him being into makeup and style. He introduced himself as Chris. Sure enough, he had with him a stylist kit and went right to work making me beautiful. He knew what colors and tones to use to highlight my features. I had never had this kind of attention. When he finished and held up a mirror, I was astounded. I looked and felt so glamorous. They took me to the back studio. My heart was racing as I felt this would be the true beginning of my career. The room was set up with an old wood-style beach chair, and several plastic potted plants were alongside. The backdrop screen was that of a very modern beach house—very high fashion, I thought. Glen brought out some various swimsuits, mostly two piece. Chris and Glen both left the room to allow me to change. When I was ready, they both complimented me on my body. Chris seemed to be the type who would have a fashion sense and know about style, and I ate it up. I did some normal-type poses, either standing by or reclining back on the beach chair. Both men constantly complimented my appearance. It seemed to go well again, and with each suit change, I grew more confident. Soon I was swishing my hair and posing as I had seen models on TV do. Towards the end, though, I noticed Chris whispering to Glen. I wasn’t sure if it was about something I was or wasn’t doing. Chris had left the room for a couple minutes, and finally I asked what was going on. Glen seemed hesitant at first, but eventually explained that Chris thought that "I was great, but a little bit prudish." Glen said Chris told him he thought he could find a buyer if I would be willing to show more style and skin. "More skin." "You mean like topless?" I asked. "Yes, and maybe a little sexier like," said Glen. "But only if you want to." I wasn’t really shocked, and I certainly wasn’t a prude. Hell, I had balled Nick in front of his stepdad, and I had been screwing with Mr. McMillon’s head for months. When Chris returned, I was getting ready for another set. I had on a skimpy two-piece blue suit. As Chris stood next to the camera watching the monitor with Glen, I reached back and unhooked my top and let it fall. I brought my arms together to create more cleavage. Leaning forward, they got all the cleavage I could muster. I smiled wickedly and blew a kiss at them. Instantly, the camera "flashed, flashed, and flashed again." "Yeah, baby, that’s it!" clapped Chris. Glen lowered the light setting and had me turn sideways. I instinctively put my finger in my mouth and pouted, "Flash, flash, flash" again. They were eating this up. "More, more!" Chris taunted. I wasn’t sure exactly what he wanted, but "What the heck?" I slipped my thumbs under the top edge of my bottoms and wiggled my butt. The bottoms slid down more and more with each move. The camera continued to click away. "Flash, flash, flash"—I was living my fantasy. I continued pushing downward farther and farther. Both men stood motionless, their mouths hanging open. I think they were wondering how far I would go. This was even better than screwing with Mr. McMillon. The session ended with me twirling my bottoms on one finger. Glen had taken the camera off the tripod and was getting really close. The more he clicked, the more I showed. Afterwards, Chris came up and handed me five twenty-dollar bills. "A hundred bucks, really!" I was stunned. "For me?" I asked. "Really, great job," said Chris. I was in another world all the way home. Of course I hid the money. I knew for sure that Mom would throw Glen out if she ever found out. The worst part was having to wipe off all the makeup. Glen came over a couple days later and just smiled when our eyes met. I whispered to him about what a great time I had. "Good," he smiled. We had a home-cooked dinner that night. While Mom was cleaning up afterwards, I asked Glen quietly if we could do it again sometime. "For sure, you bet," he said. It was the next week before I was back at the studio. When I arrived, there were a couple guys out in the front area. I thought they were customers waiting for Glen. I thought maybe it was a bad day and it would all be cancelled. Then, finally, Chris showed up. My heart raced thinking about another possible hundred bucks. "Hi, Maddie," said Chris. "Seen Glen yet?" "No, I just got here," I replied. Just then, Glen came out from the back of the shop. He looked rather serious. "Smile, all," I cheerfully piped. Glen smiled slightly and then had a private conversation with Chris. The two young men didn’t seem to mind waiting. They both smiled politely at me when our eyes met. It was a kind of awkward silence after Chris and Glen went into the back. After a couple minutes, Glen came out, put his arm around my shoulder, and motioned me to the back hall. We got back to the studio room, and after closing the door, Glen said he had a situation. Without his approval, Chris had hired two male models to work with me this time. He said he had not known anything about this before now. Chris was sort of the distributor of the pictures, and he wanted more sexy shots of me. He said they would have to pay the guys even if I refused to work with them. It was entirely up to me. I was sort of nervous and asked Glen if I had to fuck them or what? Glen said it was entirely my decision, but the pay would be two hundred dollars if I went on with the shoot. "You are on the pill, right?" Glen asked. "Oh, yes," I said. "Moms had me on birth control from my first period. "She didn't want to deal with that problem," I nervously laughed. "Well then, it’s up to you," he said. "Two hundred dollars just for me?" I questioned again. "Oh, yes," said Glen. "The guys would be paid separately." "You walk away with two hundred bucks for one session," repeated Glen. "Okay, then," I said rather nervously. "Great!" smiled Glen, patting me on the shoulder. "Go see Chris and get fixed up," he said. The shoot started out slowly, with mostly shots of me partially dressed and eventually nude. Chris took over directing poses. Glen just worked on the camera part. After about ten minutes or so, the two guys came into the room. I was a little nervous, and it showed. There weren’t any introductions or names used. I just assumed maybe that was how it was done. Chris slid the wicker chair aside and pulled a small, dark-colored loveseat out from along the wall. He positioned it in the center of the room. Glen got busy adjusting lights and the backdrop screen. Chris positioned me on the couch, lying on my side with my legs slightly apart. I became embarrassed when my nipples became erect. The room suddenly felt chilly, and I couldn’t help it. Chris assured me that it was okay, and he thought it added a nice touch. The two guys were each wearing robes. I guessed they had done this many times before. When Chris said he was ready for them, they slid the robes off. I was like, "Oh my god," they were gorgeous. Both guys were extremely well built. They were both in their mid-20s and had the bodies of Greek gods. Six-pack abs, muscled arms, and very well-equipped, if you catch my drift. Their bodies were completely shaven, which further accentuated their, uh, "equipment." The first guy was asked to stand alongside me near my head. The other Chris directed to sit down next to me on the couch. Neither was really "hard" just yet. I guessed it was my job to do something about that. Chris placed us in various poses—me with my hands on both cocks, others with my mouth open pretending to be ready to suck. We were only a little into this, and both guys were soon hard as hell. Their cocks were now jutting outward and straining for relief. Chris had me stand with a guy to each side just behind me to contrast my size difference. After a couple shots, I was directed to bring their cocks alongside my hips and grip them. Chris then asked me to bend them around and bring them together in front of me, if possible. Luckily for them, my waist was so small. Believe it or not, I was able to bend their cocks around me and aim them both down at my pussy. I hoped I hadn’t hurt either guy by doing this. They were really too hard to be bending them at this point, but they both remained so professional throughout. While holding them, I noticed one guy had already started leaking precum. I was past any inhibitions at this stage and assumed I was supposed to do something about this. In my mind, I could not help but begin to think about all the horny men who would be jerking- off to these pictures of me pleasuring these two guys. Without Chris even asking, I got down on my knees between the guys and brought their cocks tip to tip. I worked their meatsticks like a pro. My tongue fluttered around each tip. I made passes up and down each shaft. My spit and slobber dripped from both shafts. Glen’s camera flashed again and again. Still acting on my own instincts, I raised the cocks upward and worked the ball sacks of each. I just couldn’t keep my hands from running up and down their abs. I had never seen guys so ripped. They were rock solid. After a bit, my knees began to hurt, so I got up and sat back down on the couch. I tugged at the one guy’s cock, leading him towards my cunt. I was horny as hell at this point and would have fucked them both for no pay. I tried to pull that guy’s cock right into me, but it required him to align it himself. Chris remained silent, allowing us to go on our own. The guy knelt down on one knee before me. He managed to guide a couple inches into me. He was big enough though to leave a lot still showing. I leaned back and caught the other guy still standing at the end of the couch. I sucked his cock into my mouth as far as it would go. Glen’s camera continued to click away. Until then, I had never tasted a guy’s cum. Both of these guys were so damn gorgeous looking and virile. I figured I might as well get my first taste now. If it tastes half as good as these two guys look, I'm in for a treat. I sucked greedily at the cock in my mouth. The standing guy didn’t last more than a couple minutes. I was holding him by his balls. Then, in the middle of a series of thrusts, I felt three or four strong spurts of warm cum shoot into my mouth. It wasn’t a bad taste; it was more like warm chicken gravy. It had a very masculine taste. The hottest thing was just knowing what "it" was. I knew Chris wanted to see it, so I let the guy finish in my mouth and then opened just a little bit to show what I had. The guy in my pussy was just holding a pose with his cock inside me. He knew not to be shaking me while Glen was busy snapping close-ups of my face and the cum in my mouth. These guys were true professionals. The stud that had just filled my mouth walked around behind me. The back of the couch was low, so his cock still stayed in the frames as a backdrop. Even spent, his cock was impressive. Chris wanted him to hang it right alongside my face. Glen seemed to have gotten enough facial shots. So I sort of took it upon myself to get the other guy going. I gave him a couple sharp hip thrusts against his cock, and he took the hint. Once he started stroking, I knew he didn’t want to stop. I just kind of laid back and let him continue. I was still holding the other guy's cum load in my mouth. I was trying to go for a really slutty look, so I partially opened my mouth and let some of the cum dribble out at the corners of my mouth. I felt it work its way down to my chin and then down my neck. I just left it there. When the guy who was fucking me saw me do this, he was a goner. He sort of squinted at first, and then his neck flushed a pink color. He then rocked me with a couple strong thrusts and groaned softly. I felt his load shoot up inside of me. I still hadn’t swallowed anything just yet. I used my tongue to gather up a puddle in my mouth and extended my tongue straight out. I just let the whole mess just roll off my tongue and right down my chin. I watched the guy in me still shuttering in his orgasm. His spunk continued splattering my insides. Glen had practically climbed on top of us to get the angles he wanted. Chris was describing things, and Glen was trying to follow along. These last photos almost made it look like the guy in my pussy had blown his stuff right up through me and I was "burping" it out of my mouth. As the guy in me was finishing, I couldn’t resist the urge to touch his face. These guys were the best-looking men I would ever have the chance to fuck. I gently held out my hand, touched his cheek, and trailed my finger down to his quivering chin. When he was finally done, he looked up at me and then at Chris as if waiting for direction. Should he pull out or not? He waited until after Glen got some more close-ups, and then slowly drew back. As the shaft popped out, a glob of white followed. Without thinking too much about it, I dragged my fingers over my cunt and caught a decent-sized portion of cum on my fingertips. I raised my hand and, without any coaching or direction, just decided to pour it into my mouth. As Glen’s camera recorded it, I dumped the juice in, mixing it in with what was left from the first guy. I swished it around some. At Chris’s prompting, I opened my mouth to show a frothy mix of white coating on my tongue. The guy who had filled my cunt just left his cock lying on my stomach. His cock withered, and he left a trail of leftover cum smeared on my belly. Glen snapped more pictures. I felt it was time to down the juice, which I did. The session ended just like that. The two model guys thanked me and then slipped back into their robes. They followed Chris into the hallway. Glen stayed and was finishing up some camera work. He seemed to be reviewing some of the shots. I was still sitting on the couch, a cum covered mess. Glen looked over and asked if I needed to use the restroom to clean up. I didn’t answer just right off. A strong impulse just suddenly came over me. I got up, walked over to Glen, and in my best baby-doll voice, I asked. "So, how did I do?" "Great!" was Glen’s response without looking up. "Did you like what I did?" I asked again. Finally, Glen looked up from the viewfinder and noticed how close I was. I was still naked, with two loads of cum splattered down my front. I placed my hand on his chest and slowly started sliding it down until I got to his belt. He looked at me and smiled. I told him what a great time I had and that I wanted to thank him. Glen started to speak as I slid my hand down and caught his belt. "Uh, Maddie, I really liked the way..." Glen started. I put my finger to my lips and said, "Shush." I unzipped his fly and undid his belt. I had never seen Glen’s package, and I was just too damn horny to quit just yet, and I told him so. I tugged open the front and brought his pants down some. He was wearing boxers. I thought they were so sexy. I drew them down and was thrilled to see that he was already semi-hard. My studio work must have gotten to him. He stopped any resistance. I dropped to my knees and drew his cock into my mouth and started bobbing away on it. Chris was in the hallway, and I assumed he was paying the two guys. I had Glen going pretty good when Chris walked back in. Chris stopped short, not knowing what to do. I popped Glen’s cock out of my mouth and pointed a finger at Chris. I curled my index finger in a come-here fashion. Chris was a little slow to move at first. So I put Glen’s cock back in my mouth, crossways. With a very audible "pop," I snapped it back out again. Chris had seen enough and started undoing his pants. By the time he reached me, his cock was out and ready. Still holding Glen’s, I caught hold of Chris' and started alternating back and forth between them. While my tongue was still dragging along one of them, I tried to explain that I was so "turned on." I wanted to finish any man around. I also wanted them to know just what a "hot" cocksucker I was. I stood up, pulled them both by their cocks to the couch, and sat down in front of them. My first taste of cum was awesome, and I wanted more right now. My original plan of modeling clothing had certainly been swept aside. Now, I know you are thinking that these people took advantage of a young girl and abused me. Yeah, I guess if we had been caught, Glen and Chris would probably have gone straight to jail, and I would have probably ended up in state foster care. You know what? I’m not that stupid. I sensed from the very first visit, and that ridiculously small school jumper, what this all might lead to. And believe it or not, it played into my wildest fantasies. I was a show-off. I wanted the attention of men. For as far back as I could remember, this was the exact thing I needed to do to fulfill my needs. True, they were all older and responsible for what they were doing. But you know, I think they got what they wanted, and I got what I needed. I would have probably gone on to do something like this on my own eventually. To think I could have created so many hard-on’s was totally awesome. My only regret is that I wish I had some way of knowing just how many orgasms I have been responsible for causing over the years. Lovense sale banner