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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.

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

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An Unforgettable Melody: Ch. 01 Oh, God... what... the hell... happened? Mike gradually came to his senses, his head pounding with pain. Forcing his eyes open briefly, he looked at the clock on his nightstand. 7:00 am? Damn, that's way too early for a Saturday. Realizing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep with his headache, Mike slowly sat up in bed. Gonna need some Tylenol... As his mind began to clear, he tried to remember what he had done yesterday that could have left him in this state. He knew he hadn't been drinking. Let's see, I watched a movie, got the call from the Maestro, and then... the locket! It was all coming back to him; the glowing stone, the song that opened it, that strange blue cloud... "Good morning, Master." Mike was abruptly awakened by an unfamiliar voice emanating from the corner of the room. Instantly suspecting a break-in, he instinctively dropped to the floor beside his bed, opened the thumbprint gun safe next to his nightstand, and retrieved his Glock 19 handgun. While crouched on the floor by his bed, he demanded with authority, “Who are you?! How did you get into my home?!” “Please do not be afraid, master. My apologies for startling you,” the voice replied, sounding incredibly sweet and almost angelic. Remaining cautious, Mike slowly peeked around the foot of his bed. He could tell the voice belonged to a girl kneeling in the corner of the room. “Show me your hands. I need to see that you’re not armed.” Although not in the military or police, Mike had been taught by his dad how to effectively defend himself during a home invasion. Rule one was never to make assumptions. “Of course.” The girl slowly opened her hands, extending her arms out to her side as she did so. “I can assure you that you are in no danger.” She appeared to be about twenty-five years old and seemed harmless enough, but Mike still kept his weapon nearby as he cautiously stood up. “With all due respect, ma’am, I’ll decide that for myself. Who are you? How did you get into my apartment?” He noticed there were no broken windows in his bedroom, and a glance out his bedroom door confirmed that the front door was still securely locked. The girl smiled. “Do you not recall the events of last night? You opened my vessel, bringing me into being. For that, I am eternally grateful, master.” “Vessel? You mean the locket? The last thing I remember is opening it and then being hit in the face by a cloud of blue smoke…” Nodding, the girl continued, “Very good master. That smoke was my essence. Before you released me, I had no physical form. My essence enveloped you as it did in order to determine the proper form for me to take.” Mike held his hand up. “Woah, woah, slow down there. I’m totally lost now. Oh, and why do you keep calling me master?” The mystery girl flashed a huge smile, lighting up the room. “Because I am your servant genie. By releasing me, I am now bound to be your slave for eternity.” Mike could see where this was going. Very cute. Stuart and the trombones must have cooked this up. The ASO low brass section was renowned for their elaborate pranks, particularly Stuart McKay, the principal tuba. Knowing them, this prank will keep going until I expose them myself. Mike decided to play along for the time being. Sensing no further danger, he laid his handgun on the bed, still within easy reach, and slipped on his glasses from the nightstand. “Ok, so you’re a genie? And you say that you now belong to me?” “That is correct master.” Once he had calmed down a bit, he realized that this girl was incredibly stunning, possibly the most beautiful he had ever seen. She wore a tight black t-shirt with a deep V-neck and blue jean shorts that were tastefully long yet short enough to highlight the pale skin of her lovely legs. Even while she was kneeling, he could tell her legs were perfectly toned. Although he couldn't see clearly from this angle, her figure appeared round and curvy in contrast to her slim waist. Her slightly exposed midriff showed a flat stomach that beautifully led up to her perky D cup breasts. He then focused on her face, which was, in a word, angelic. Perfectly proportioned and framed by small, charming dimples, she reminded him a bit of actress Kate Bosworth. Her eyes were a captivating shade of emerald green. Lastly, he noticed her perfectly straight hair. Tucked behind her ears and cut just above shoulder length, it was the most beautiful shade of blonde he had ever seen. As he observed her, he suddenly realized how intently he had been staring. He briefly broke eye contact, but she just smiled back at him; she didn't seem to mind at all that he was admiring her. Grinning right back at her, Mike decided to see how long she would keep up the charade. “Alright then, genie. Tell me about your powers. I assume you can grant wishes of some kind. What kinds of wishes can you grant? And how many do I receive?” She nodded. “Since I am your servant genie for life, you can receive an unlimited number of wishes from me, as long as they are within the realm of my nature. As a genie designed to be a sexual servant, my primary powers allow me to grant almost any wish that is in some way erotic in nature. Additionally, I am authorized with unlimited power to keep my master and myself safe from all harm, as well as healthy from any ailments. Finally, I also have extensive powers of anonymity and privacy, so as not to draw any undesired attention towards my master.” Sexual servant? Stuart’s pulled crazy pranks before, but he’s never done anything as off the wall as this. I wonder who this girl is? An actress? Call girl perhaps? What’s the endgame of this prank? Having had enough, and not wanting to put this poor girl through any shame or embarrassment, Mike decided to make a “wish” he knew she would be unable to grant. Wishing for a striptease, blowjob, or something else of that nature would likely be exactly what she expected him to say next. Mike, however, had a different idea. “Very well. I’d like to make a wish. I’ve had a throbbing headache since the moment I woke up. This is obviously an unhealthy ailment. Without moving from the spot you’re in, I wish for you to instantly cure me of my headache.” Mike was quite pleased with himself. He had phrased things very carefully by not giving her the easy out: walking to the bathroom and getting the Tylenol for him. Now, she would have no choice but to admit that the jig was up, ending the prank. However, he suddenly felt a slight tingle in the back of his mind. A blonde woman sits in a bedroom Flash. The girl’s eyes shone bright gold for a split second. “It is done, master.” Mike instantly felt his headache disappear. “WOAH!” Mike stumbled backward in shock, landing square on his ass. “You actually made my headache go away?! And what about your eyes?! That tingle in my head?! What is going on here?!” The girl was now close to tears. “Master, was this not what you wished for? The tingle you felt in your mind was my attempt to hear the thoughts behind your words, ensuring I granted your wish properly and gave you exactly what you wanted. If I have failed to deliver in your first wish, I am exceedingly sorry for disappointing you, and I gladly await any punishment you feel is appropriate for me.” She then bowed, placing her nose squarely on the carpet in front of her. Mike slowed his breathing, working to comprehend everything that had just happened. Holy shit, she was telling the truth? I released a genie from that locket? Before he could ponder the full implications of the situation, his concern for this poor girl immediately grew. He heard her whimpering as she cried from her undignified position on the floor. Locking his handgun back in the safe, he slowly approached, kneeling in front of her. Gently placing his hand on her chin, he lifted her head until the two of them were face to face. Smiling, he said to her, “You don’t need to cry, and you don’t need to be afraid. I’m not disappointed in you. I’m just… surprised. I thought all of this was some big prank set up by a bunch of my friends.” His face turned more serious as he looked directly into her eyes. “I’m sorry that I didn’t believe you.” A look of confusion spread across her face. “I… I don’t understand. You are my master; i-it’s never your place to apologize to me.” Her voice began to crack as she tried to comprehend what was happening. Dear God… this poor girl has no concept of free will. She really does see herself as my slave. For the first time in a long time, Mike was truly terrified, on multiple levels. He was terrified for this poor girl, clearly a sentient person, but without free will. He was terrified of the powers she had described to him, that she would likely use them in any way he directed her to, no matter who could be hurt in the process. Most of all, he was terrified for his soul. Mike was a religious man, having been raised in a Methodist church, as well as his late grandfather being a Southern Baptist minister. He knew that any and all decisions he made in his life would have to be answered for someday. While Mike didn’t subscribe to the idea that all things are as black and white as a one-way ticket to either Heaven or Hell, there were certain situations in his mind that qualified as just that. Participating in the enslavement of an intelligent, sentient person was damn near the top of that list. Taking a deep breath, Mike moved to sit cross-legged on his double bed. Seeing that the girl was still kneeling in the corner, he asked, “Why are you still kneeling there?” She responded simply. “My master has not yet given me permission to move.” Oh… duh. No free will. “Please, come sit here with me.” Mike patted the bed. She happily stood and moved toward the bed. Mike could now see that she was rather short, maybe an inch or two shorter than him. In spite of this, however, he could tell his previous guess about her curviness were correct; she was wonderfully shaped. She sat cross-legged on the foot of the bed, face-to-face with Mike. Gently taking her hands in his, Mike began to speak very seriously. “Genie, please understand that this situation is all very overwhelming for me. I’m trying to comprehend everything that’s happened this morning. I have quite a few questions that need as straight and honest answers as you can give. Is that ok?” “Of course, master.” Her face softened with a smile. They conversed for some time. The genie first confirmed for Mike that she was, in fact, created to be a subservient creature incapable of disobeying her master. Additionally, she explained that, as her master, she is considered his property to be dealt with as he wished. Anything about her that displeased him could be punished with isolation, beatings, torture, or even her destruction. All were within Mike’s rights. She also confirmed that her powers could be used for anything of an erotic or sexual nature, including actions considered illegal under modern law, without any consequences. Her powers could even be used to commit unspeakable acts of pain on innocents, all with the full support and encouragement from her, since she only desires what her master desires. Mike then explained his religious background, and his apprehension to participating in any sort of enslavement, knowing full well the likely consequences when his time finally came. Seeking to comfort him, she explained that her servitude to him was thrust upon him and that, since he had no choice in the matter, the sin of her enslavement was not his burden to bear. Hearing this brought Mike to one of the most important questions he had in his mind. “Genie, is it possible for me to free you, and, if so, how would that play out?” She smiled sadly. “Master, your kindness in asking such a thing is truly remarkable. You can wish for my freedom, but that would only release me from serving you. I lack the power to grant a wish that would free me from being a genie servant entirely.” “If you were to wish for my freedom from you, I would return to my vessel, and the next person to open it would become my new master. Although I don’t completely understand the nature of my vessel, I know that by solving the puzzle last night, you disabled a magical security system that was keeping the locket closed. Since I no longer sense any magical energy from my vessel, I can only guess that the next person who acquires the locket would have no trouble opening it manually.” After hearing her explanation, Mike realized there was no simple solution to his dilemma. On one hand, he could take responsibility for this girl and treat her as humanely as possible, but this risked what might happen to him once his time was up. On the other hand, he could wish for her freedom, removing himself from the situation entirely. However, if someone lacking the “outstanding moral fiber” Mike supposedly had then claimed her, he might be condemning her to a life of suffering, not to mention the potential harm to countless others if such a person controlled her powers. He knew he couldn’t live with himself if he allowed that to happen. After pondering for a few minutes, Mike finally believed he had formulated the best possible solution. Taking a deep breath, he made a wish. “Genie, I will never view you as a slave. I know that your very nature makes you completely obedient to me, but if you truly are bound to me for life, as you say you are, then the only capacity I want you to serve me in is as an equal partner. To that end, I wish for you to have as much free will as it is possible for you to have. I wish for you to be able to enjoy everything this world has to offer you, not because I allow you to experience it, but because you deserve to experience it. Is this a wish that you can grant?” She closed her eyes for a moment, before nodding. Tingle. Flash. “It’s done, master.” Unable to hold back any longer, tears began streaming down her face. “What’s wrong? Are you ok?” She nodded. “Master, I am wonderful. Genie servants are never supposed to expect or even hope for any kindness or consideration from their masters. It goes against our purpose of servitude. That you would use your first wish to grant me free will, it is the greatest gift I could ever imagine.” She lunged forward, gripping Mike in a tight hug. “Thank you,” she whispered. Gently rubbing her back, Mike couldn’t resist the call of his sarcastic wit returning to him. “It’s not that big a deal. Technically, it was my second wish,” he said with a smartass grin. At first, he wasn’t sure if she understood the humor. However, with a slight snort, she burst out into a full on giggle fit. “That’s true I suppose!” Her laugh was intoxicating to Mike, so pure and full of life. He knew immediately that he would never get tired of trying to make her laugh. Glancing at the clock, Mike was shocked at what time it was. “Wow! 11:15 already? No wonder I’m starving.” He stood and motioned for the girl to follow him. “Would you like something to eat? You must be hungry, if you’ve been sitting there all night, waiting for me to wake up.” Mike slipped on a pair of gym shorts and his orange Auburn University t-shirt. She smiled. “Sure. I don’t require food to exist, but it certainly helps in keeping my energy up. Plus, it’s an experience I’d love to have, having never eaten before.” She gasped momentarily. “I’m sorry! I shouldn’t have said something so forward…” Mike placed his finger over her lips, silencing her. “No apologies. That was a very good thing you said. That’s the free will I wished for you to have beginning to shine through. Embrace it, don’t fight it.” She smiled. “I’ll try. This is just such a big adjustment for me. It will take some time.” “I understand,” Mike replied, making his way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, he asked her, “is leftover pizza ok?” “Sure. I’ve never eaten before, but my powers do give me a basic concept of the modern world and the things in it. Pizza is baked cheese and tomato sauce on a bread-like crust, right?” “You got it.” Mike placed four slices on a plate and stuck it in the microwave. As their food warmed up, he turned to the girl. “I’ve got to apologize. I just now realized that I haven’t even asked your name until now. I assume your name isn’t genie, is it? She giggled. “You can call me anything you wish, but no, genie is not my name. That would be like me calling you human.” Mike immediately understood. “That makes sense. You aren’t the Hulk after all.” “Hulk?” Her eyes narrowed. Tingle. “Oh, right. PUNY HUMAN!!!” She raised her arms above her head doing her best Hulk impersonation. As Mike laughed at the spot on impression, she continued, “as far as my name is concerned, I don’t have one yet. The privilege of naming me is yours alone.” “Wow, ok. Let me think…” Mike had never named anything before, except a goldfish while he was in kindergarten. He ran through a few names in his head. Let’s see… Sarah? Nah, too boring. Hope? Nice name, but… she doesn’t really look like a Hope. As he continued trying to think of the perfect name, the microwave signaled that the pizza was ready. As he pulled the food out and separated it onto two plates, he absentmindedly started whistling, as he often did when some tune was stuck in his head. He froze halfway through as he finally realized the perfect name. “Melody.” “Pardon?” Sitting at the table, she couldn’t completely hear him from the kitchen. With a big smile on his face, Mike brought the food and a couple of Cokes to the table. “Your name is Melody.” She sat for a moment, basking in the moment. “I love it!” She leapt out of her chair, throwing her arms around Mike’s neck and bouncing up and down in sheer joy. “I love it, love it, LOVE IT!” When she finally came down from her excitement, she gently took his face in her hands. “Thank you, master.” “Oh, and one more thing. I’d much prefer you to call Mike, not master. Ya know, that whole ‘equal partner’ thing.” “Of course mast- Mike.” Mike smiled. “Now, you need to sit down and eat your first meal, before it gets cold. Unless you’re one of those crazy people that LIKES cold pizza.” Her eyes lit up. “Oh, right! I totally forgot!” As Melody took her first bite, the look on her face said it all. She was in heaven. “This. Is. AWESOME! Oh my God, this is great. Good thing I’m a Genie, or I’d probably eat so much of this that I’d blow up like a balloon!” “Well, if you like that, you’ll love the Coke.” She took the cold can in hand and took a large sip. “Oh, this is good too… oh wow! The bubbles! They tickle on the way down!” Mike laughed. “That’s how you know they mixed it well.” As she continued to dig into her food, Mike couldn’t help but sit back and take in her unbridled joy at each new experience she was having. As he leisurely ate his lunch, Mike again couldn’t help but admire her. The angelic face, gorgeous hair, and her glorious cleavage, just peeking through her V-neck shirt, he was entranced by all of it. As they finished eating, Melody seemingly knew exactly what he was thinking. “Mike, were you by chance checking me out just now?” She flashed a knowing grin. “Because if you were, I might just be flattered.” Caught red-handed! “I, uh… couldn’t help myself. I’ve honestly never met a more gorgeous girl in my entire life.” She giggled. “So sweet. And that’s not surprising. Remember when I mentioned that my essence enveloped you to determine the proper form to take?” Mike nodded, remembering the blue smoke from last night. “This body is formulated from your subconscious, essentially as the embodiment of your ideal woman, both physically and mentally. From my personality, I can tell that you enjoy women who are smart, witty, caring, unafraid to speak their minds…” She glanced at him with a mischievous look on in her eyes. “…As well as a woman not afraid to, shall we say, take the initiative when the mood strikes her.” Mike’s eyes widened as he started feeling an awakening south of the border. Not flinching for an instant, Melody continued, “Seriously, Mike, we really should address… what’s the phrase again? The elephant in the room?” She stood and slowly walked around the table to where Mike sat. “You have a beautiful, all-powerful sex genie at your disposal, willing and able to please you in any way you can possibly imagine.” She stood beside him, tracing the outline of his broad shoulder with her finger. “Yet, your first concerns were for me, not yourself. You made possibly the sweetest and most selfless wish imaginable, all for me.” “It… it was no big deal. Just what needed to be done,” Mike stammered. Melody smiled, and slid onto the chair, sitting sideways on his lap. “Well, as your genie servant, I will gladly submit myself to you, anytime, anywhere. But, even if I weren’t bound to you, and were just some random girl getting to know you…” she leaned close to his ear and whispered, “…I’d have fallen head over heels for you anyway.” She blew a soft stream of air in his ear before pulling back. Mike was certain she could now feel his hardening cock pressing against her ass. Melody now looked him square in the eyes. “So here’s the thing. I personally believe that a great guy like you deserves to be rewarded. So, unless you explicitly tell me not to, I plan to use my free will right now to drag you over to that couch…” she wrapped her arms around his neck, “…pull your shorts off…” she slowly moved her face closer to his, “…and suck your cock. That ok by you?” Mike was absolutely flabbergasted. He didn’t know what to say. Never in his wildest dreams had he ever imagined a woman this beautiful seducing him like this. Being completely speechless, he decided to follow his dad’s age-old advice: “If you don’t know what to say, don’t.” Tentatively, he closed the remaining distance between their faces and met Melody’s lips with his own. Placing his hand gently on her cheek, he kissed her softly and tenderly for several minutes, never escalating, simply enjoying his explorations of her soft, perfect lips. As her breathing deepened, he slowly increased his kissing to be more passionate, occasionally flicking his tongue against her lips before returning to his softer style. The third time he did this, however, she was ready for him, entwining her tongue with his. Keeping their lips firmly sealed together, their tongues danced, uncovering every inch of the others’ mouth. After what seemed like ages, but in reality, was only about 10 minutes, they finally broke their embrace, panting and sighing in contentment. “Wow…” was all Mike could say. Melody giggled. “Wow indeed. But I’m not done with you yet, mister.” She slid off of his lap and, taking his hand in hers, led him over to the dark brown sofa in the living room. Melody smiled mischievously, knelt in front of him as he stood, and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his shorts. She slowly slid the shorts and his boxer briefs down together, being careful not to scratch his engorged cock. Mike subconsciously held his breath, expecting her disappointment, or at least surprise. He was not big by any means, less than 5 inches fully erect. However, as she examined the object of her desire, he saw nothing but lust and anticipation in her eyes. She lightly licked the tip, causing Mike’s knees to buckle slightly. Melody giggled, clearly pleased with herself, and directed him to lay long ways on the sofa. As Mike extended his legs on the sofa towards the armrest, he propped up a couple of pillows on the armrest at his back, allowing him to sit up. “Gotta get the best viewing experience,” he said to Melody with a smirk. Melody carefully straddled him at his knees, smiling as she lowered her face to his crotch. He watched her intently as she did so, and noticed that her hair was just long enough to obscure her face while in this position. As he was about to pull her hair out of her face for her, Mike suddenly had a brilliant idea. “Melody, I wish your hair would stay out of your face, so that I can fully enjoy watching you.” Tingle. Flash. “But of course,” she said with a wink. A simple, black headband appeared on her head, keeping her gorgeous blonde hair behind her ears and giving Mike a perfect view of her cute face. She turned her attention back to Mike’s rigid cock. She began to give him a long, slow lick, starting at the base. She took a full fifteen seconds before finally reaching the tip. Hearing Mike’s moans of pleasure, she gave a throated laugh in self-satisfaction. “Someone likes that, I see.” She began the same process again, this time sweeping her tongue back and forth as she licked him. She started back down his length, taking him fully into her mouth, and sealing her lips around him as she reached the base. Melody moaned as she felt his erect cock in her mouth, partially in delight, but also to increase the sensations he was feeling. She slowly retreated back up at the same deliberate pace as before, this time swirling her tongue around him as she sucked. Again reaching the tip, she released him from her lips with a slight pop. Once more, she returned her mouth to the base of his cock, this time placing her tongue firmly on his underside as she began to suck at an increasing pace. Occasionally throwing a swirl or two in for good measure, Mike was slowly losing control in all of the best ways. Gripping the backrest of the sofa with his left arm, the cushion he was seated on with his right, he attempted to regain control to stave off his orgasm for a bit longer. Strangely, he began to hear Melody’s voice in his head. I don’t want you to worry about that. You just relax and enjoy. You don’t even need to warn me. Just cum. Right. Down. My. Throat. What the hell was that? Mike wasn’t sure what had just happened, but the increased bobbing of Melody’s head made concentrating on that impossible at the moment. Fuck, I’ll figure it out later… Sensing his climax rapidly approaching, Mike followed her apparent instructions and relaxed, enjoying the ride. Watching her work was just incredible. While she wasn’t moving at the fast pace typically seen in porn flicks, the suction of her lips and masterful movements of her tongue were simply mind-blowing. As she looked up at him with her gorgeous, emerald eyes, shining with both vulnerability and lust, all at the same time, Mike’s orgasm arrived in full force. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, OH FUUUUUUCK!” In possibly the biggest orgasm of his life, Mike erupted into her mouth, spewing rope after rope of cum down her throat. Melody, the blowjob Queen that she was, took every drop of it masterfully, before sucking him from base to tip one last time, cleaning him up and squeezing every last bit of his juice from him. Grabbing a throw blanket draped over the armrest, Melody crawled up to lay her head on Mike’s chest and pulled the blanket over them. Mike sighed, exhausted and completely content, as he kissed her forehead and drifted off to sleep.

the Voyeur It is often said that those who desire the power of flight are virtuous, while those who seek invisibility are malevolent. This tale follows a virtuous man who is bestowed with the power of invisibility. George was standing at a bustling intersection when he saw an elderly woman with a walker slowly making her way into the path of oncoming traffic. Instinctively, George leaped into action, stepping onto the road, wrapping his arms around the woman's waist, and pulling her back to safety. They both fell to the ground near the curb, with George cushioning her fall. A truck screeched to a halt 40 feet away, and the woman's walker was now a twisted mess of aluminum caught beneath it. George’s laptop bag had ended up under the truck's tires, completely crushed. The old woman rolled off George's chest, and he helped her to her feet. A few bystanders watched, asking if they were alright. The woman smiled at George and placed her hand on his chest, seemingly thanking him in a language he didn’t understand—perhaps Italian or Greek, though he wasn’t sure and was mistaken in any case. Her smile conveyed genuine gratitude, and a twinkle in her eye suggested a hint of mischief. Her touch felt unusual, like a warmth he attributed to the adrenaline from their close call. As she stood and dusted herself off, George went to retrieve his laptop bag, finding only broken plastic and fragments inside. By the time he turned back, the woman had vanished into the crowd. George wasn't sure how it happened, but he knew the woman he had rescued had either blessed or cursed him with magic. He didn't notice anything strange until the next morning. After showering, he saw something written on his skin while washing his chest. It resembled a tattoo, partially obscured by the hair on his chest. It appeared to be a word, but he couldn't decipher it. Stepping out of the shower, he stood before the mirror for a clearer view. In small print, legible only in the mirror, was the word "arcanus." He spoke the word aloud upon first reading it, curious about its meaning and origin. He eventually recalled the old woman's hand on his chest and the peculiar sensation. He would later discover the word's significance and the gift bestowed upon him. Whenever he spoke the word, he became invisible to the world of men. To himself, he appeared unchanged, but the world ignored him as if he were nonexistent. To return to the visible world, he simply needed to say the word again. Initially, George was unsure how to handle his newfound power. It took several days to fully grasp it. On the first day, he went to work unnoticed by anyone. No one greeted him when he arrived at the office, and no one acknowledged him throughout the day. His emails remained unread and unanswered. He stood beside his friend's cubicle, inviting him to lunch, only to be completely ignored. Frustrated, he eventually shouted at his friend, but received no response. That was when he realized something was definitely wrong. He tried waving his hands, gesturing, and even moved his friend's keyboard to capture his attention, but to no avail. Finally, he poked his friend's hand with a pencil, which elicited a reaction. His friend finally noticed George standing there and yelled, "What the fuck did you do that for?" while holding his hand. George apologized profusely, and the moment his friend looked away, he seemed to forget George's presence, rubbing his hand briefly before getting up to go to lunch. George wandered off, stunned by the revelation that people didn’t seem to notice him. He tried the same experiment with other people in the office, with the same results, nobody paid him any mind, unless he hurt them. At which point they’d see him, but it didn’t last long before he’d become “invisible” to them once again. He found himself in the men’s room, his shirt unbuttoned, staring at the word on his chest. Some other colleagues came and went while he was there, paying him no attention of course. Upon uttering “arcanus” once again, everything changed. “Are you alright George?” a co-worker asked, seeing him standing at the mirror with his shirt half opened. George apologized and quickly buttoned up his shirt. The method of his new found powers slowly dawned on him over the remainder of the day. Over the next few weeks, George became emboldened to take advantage of his powers. At first, it was simple things like walking out of the convenience store without paying for his coffee. Nobody seemed to notice. He ramped it up to a grocery cart full of food. He also found that it wasn't helpful to be “invisible” when he called people or needed to order food. People would answer the phone, but not hear anything he said, and hang up. He could stand in line, but nobody took his order or served him. It wasn’t until his third day with the new powers that George tried anything “daring”. He uttered the word and walked into the women’s bathroom at a fast food establishment. The woman he bumped into as he opened the door, ignored him and walked past. He stood inside for a moment as another woman washed her hands at the sink. He walked up next to her and used the sink beside her. She didn’t pay him any mind. He worried that cameras would catch him and that if he did anything truly heinous, someone would review the video tape and he’d be caught. But no cameras in a bathroom, so… he waited until he saw an attractive woman enter a stall. She was blonde and young-ish and as she went to close the stall door, he caught it with his hand. She made a few more attempts to close it, then gave up and began to unzip her jeans. George cracked the door open and peered in at her as she hovered over the toilet. She didn’t seem to notice the man staring directly at her. Not being into water sports, George turned and left, having realized the girl didn’t notice him staring at her as she lowered her panties and jeans. And of course, forever etched in his mind, the image of her smooth bald slit. This image burned through him for days and eventually put him on his current path. George walked the mall, invisible, just wandering, he’d snagged a few items he wanted and put them in a shopping bag he’d helped himself to from behind a sales counter. He’d even pulled a couple of 20s out of a drawer as a salesperson rang up a customer. To be careful, George wore a ski mask. Just in case video’s were reviewed. That’s when he saw them. A fit mom and her mid-twenties daughter, both in form fitting black yoga pants. They both had fit tight asses, the mother probably from a personal trainer and hitting the gym 3 to 5 days a week and the daughter, undoubtedly from the cheer squad a few years ago as emblazoned across her t-shirt. The mother’s top was a nice blouse, conservative but still displayed her shape and breasts nicely. The daughter’s tee was tied in a knot at her side, exposing her belly button and tight stomach. They clearly had money, each had a designer bag over the shoulder. George walked behind the two for a while, mesmerized by their bubble butts. It was clear that each wore thong underwear, or none at all. He felt his cock thicken in his jeans. He adjusted his cock, as he followed closely behind the mother and daughter, aiming his hardening cock down his right pant leg. Nobody paid any attention to him. Inspiration hit him, why not find out if they were wearing thongs, he thought. The two had stopped to look at some clothes on a rack at a store front. Slipping up behind them, George hooked a finger in the top of “Sarah”, the daughter’s, yoga pants and pulled them away from her ass. Looking down, he saw the top of her beige panties, close in color to her skin and the top of her smooth cute ass. The girl wiggled her ass a little, freeing her pants from his finger. She reached back and adjusted her waist band, but didn’t even bother to turn around. George was emboldened and excited by his success. The mother was next. He reached out his left hand and pulled “Mom’s” yoga pants downward, until the top of her ass crack was exposed. Her ass was gorgeous and smooth, but no panty was visible, he double checked to see if he’d hooked her panties along with the yoga pants, but no, it didn’t seem so. “Naughty girl!” he said out loud. Mommy reached back with both hands and readjusted her yoga pants, pulling them free of his grasp. She turned around and made a brief glance around the mall, seemingly not noticing him at all. His cock throbbed at the sexy sight of the two women’s bare asses. He’d never done anything like this before. His mother and sister’s would be appalled if they knew he’d taken advantage of his new found powers to ogle women, objectifying them for their sexuality. But George’s cock was whispering in his ear, “I wonder if she’s displaying a camel toe?” the devil in his pants seemed to whisper. George circled in front of “Mom” and squatted down as she lifted a top from the rack to inspect it. At the same time, George inspected the crease formed in the front of her yoga pants. Her flat stomach accentuated her pronounced pubis, but sadly, no camel toe was present. Not to be disappointed for long, George pulled up on the waist of her yoga pants, and there it was, two plump lips separated with a deep cleft in between. The mother squirmed a bit, from the front wedgie. Then his greatest fear happened. “Mom, what’s that man doing?” asked Sarah An icy jolt went down George’s spine, he’d been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. His rock hard cock began to instantly deflate, and his bowels tightened. His eyes shot up to the two ladies. The daughter was looking toward her mother, but past her, and past George. Relief flooded through him as fast as the fear had. She was looking beyond her mother to a man at the next rack of clothes over. He was pretending to look at clothes, but really he was just squeezing his cock through his sweatpants while looking at the two sexy women. Mom quickly put the blouse back on the rack and ushered her daughter away from the store and down the mall gallery away from the pervert. George stood up and watched his ladies quickly walk away, their dual tight asses clenching sexily as they moved. He turned to their assailant. He was angered by this man, who would dare to scare “his women”. The irony being lost on him in his moment of rage. The man began to follow the two ladies, his sweatpants poking out from his erection. George noted in the back of his mind with pride that he, himself was much better endowed than this common pervert. He casually stuck a foot out and caught the man in mid stride as he passed George, he took one awkward step in a vain attempt to regain his balance, reaching out to the clothes rack to steady himself. George yanked the rack over and both the pervert and clothes rack crashed to the floor. George stepped back from the cacophony as a hundred pair of eyes all around the mall turned toward the man who was laying on his back with a rack of clothes on top of him. George smiled with a satisfied grin and walked quickly away to catch up to his ladies. Store personnel rushed to the aid of the fallen man and toppled display. He didn’t think the man even got the chance to notice him. He gained on the two ladies who’d slowed their walk. The mother was fidgeting, her cameltoe wedgie was clearly bothering her, but she couldn’t bring herself to pull at her crotch in the middle of a crowded mall. She pulled her daughter’s arm and ducked into the next clothing store. George caught up with them as they made their way behind a clothing display. “These damn yoga pants keep riding up” mumbled the mother. “Mom, you have a huge cameltoe!” her daughter said, disparagingly. George was able to get a first hand view as the mother pulled and tugged at her yoga pants to get them back in order. George, feeling emboldened, stepped up to her. “Let me help”, he slid his right hand straight inside her waistband as she held it open momentarily, his fingers curled so the backs of his knuckles pushed the crotch of the yoga pants downward and cupped her pussy in his palm. “Oh my god” he moaned, it was soooo smooth. The woman’s pussy was as bald and smooth as the proverbial baby’s bottom. It felt simply delicious. George’s cock leaked pre-cum on his thigh, the head of his cock well down the pant leg. His head actually grew light at the amazing feel of this woman’s utterly hairless and pliant labia and mons. He held his hand motionless, luxuriating in the feel of her pussy. George hadn’t held a pussy in his hand in over 2 months, since he stopped seeing that money grubbing bitch of an ex-girlfriend. “Mom” released her yoga pants and smoothed the fabric over the outside of George’s hand. He could clearly see his hand and fingers through the tight material. “That’s better” she said, her voice seemed a little dusky. “Um” her daughter Sarah muttered. She was looking at her mother’s crotch, not sure what to make of it. “God damn that’s a nice pussy” George mumbled, he slipped his middle finger between the woman’s outer lips, finding it warm and a little moist inside. “Look at this top” the mother said to her daughter, distracting the girl from her contemplation of her mother’s odd looking pubic mound. George stood to the woman’s right, his right hand held snugly between the woman’s legs. Her daughter stood to her left, turning to look at the clothes her mother pointed to. George worked his finger around inside the woman’s hot cleft. He felt her clit and rubbed it, she was getting wetter by the second. “Isn’t this one… unnnff… isn’t it...hoo….nice?” She had difficulty forming the sentence, as she unconsciously reacted to the unexpected pleasure emanating from between her legs. Sarah looked at the blouse, it must have been made for a preschooler, why was her mother showing her this? She looked at her mother, with concern in her eyes. Her mother reached out and grabbed the rack with two hands, widening her feet and squatting downward, giving the unseen hand more leeway to fondle her tender bits. George was now rubbing her clit directly with his middle finger, side to side, working the tiny but firm peanut, using her slick fluids to help his finger glide over her. “Oooooohhh…. Fuuuuggggg….” the woman started to shudder, on Georged’s hand. Her hips began to twitch as her orgasm approached. The woman’s eyes clenched shut as her pleasure mounted. “Mom! What’s wrong?” Sarah’s face was a mask of confusion and concern. “Mom’s ok….just…. Just give me a second...oooof… almost there…. Just a second baby.” she stuttered, trying to calm her child. And then her hips rocked forward, quick thrusts of her hips as her climax crashed over her, standing in a store, with her daughter beside her, the woman had no idea why it happened, why this incredible pleasure played across her wanton pussy, but it did and she came in a huge orgasm. Her slick pussy juice coated Georges fingers and the front of her yoga pants. Sarah held her mother’s arm and glanced about, embarrassed to see if anyone else in the store had seen her mother have a spontaneous orgasm in the children’s section of the store. Mommy was biting her own lip to keep from screaming out, she was usually a screamer and had to fight hard not to make an even bigger scene. George pulled his fingers from her yoga pants, and slipped his middle finger into his mouth for a taste of this sexy mom. It was a clean sweet taste of pussy. The woman, still grasping the rack with two hands, lowered her head to the children’s clothes panting, trying to regain her breath. George wasn’t satisfied with that taste, he had to have some more, he quickly dropped in front of the woman again and pulled down the front of her yoga pants, the fabric stretched away, exposing her pale slick smooth cleft. He hooked his index and middle fingers inside her pussy and used them to pull her mound to his lips. He leaned in and ran his tongue up the length of her puffy wet lips. He took a couple of licks before the woman regained her composure and stood up. Moving her pussy away from George. The daughter stared open mouth at her mother’s bare pussy. “Mom!” her eyebrows raised and she made an exaggerated look downward. The still flushed mother glanced down and quickly pulled up her sopping yoga pants. George stood up, his huge cock was painfully hard down his pant leg and the smell of pussy fresh on his lips. “I’m ok, I’m ok” the mother said, trying to placate Sarah’s shocked and concerned look. “Nobody saw.. I’m sorry, I don’t know what came over me.” Mom was calming down, having recovered from her unexpected public orgasm. But Sarah was far from calm, having witnessed her mother cum in a store and now smelling pussy with every breath, she was far from calm. Sarah once again glanced down at her mother’s wet crotch..”um Mom, maybe we should go to the bathroom”. Her mother glanced down. “Oh dear, yes, maybe we should” George followed the two into the nearest mall bathroom. There was only one other woman in there, and she was washing her hands as they entered. Sarah wasn’t the only one flustered, George needed relief as well. Mom dragged her daughter into the handicap stall, George was able to follow behind and make it through the door before they closed and latched it. It was quite spacious and aside from the toilet the stall had its own sink. “You look like you peed your pants mom!” Sarah said, George opened his jeans and pulled out his painfully hard cock. Clear pre-cum dripped from the end. He was almost ready to explode as he gripped the shaft with his wet hand. “I’ll show you a trick.” the mother said to her daughter. She stepped out of her heels as her daughter watched. Both women were oblivious to the man stroking his large cock just 3 feet away from them. Mom quickly stripped out of her yoga pants and turned toward the sink, showing George her gorgeous bare ass. George wasn’t the only one staring at Mom’s smooth bubble butt. “If you make the entire pants wet, nobody will be able to tell.” said the mother educationally to her daughter. George was so close to cumming, and Sarah remained entranced, staring at her mother’s ass and licking her pussy juice off her lips. George stepped up to the girl as his orgasm approached, he pulled her yoga pants away from her bare midriff, pulling her panties away as well. Like mother, like daughter, Sara’s pussy was bare and smooth as well. “Oh my fucking god!” gasped George, he bent his legs, pulled the girl's panties downward and nudged his big bulbous cockhead right against her bare slit. Cum exploded from his cock, painting the young girl's cunt with thick hot man cum. His cock head nuzzled deep in her cleft filled both slit and the gusset of her panties with his second rope of jizz. Sarah quivered and tried to back away from the unexpected feeling against her pussy, but George’s fist full of panties and yoga pants held her firm. He finished pumping the rest of his cum over her soft smooth mound and all over the inside of her yoga pants and panties. Gasping and panting, he let go and staggered backwards against the stall. Sarah’s mother, nude from the waist down, had just finished wringing out her yoga pants as best she could. “...and then you just put them back on.” She stopped and stared at her daughter. Sarah was holding the front of her yoga pants open and looking down in a daze. “Not you too?” it was Mom’s turn to be concerned. Sarah just glanced up at her mother, wide eyed, cum slid down her bald mound to collect with the rest, pooling at her slit and soaking into the crotch of her pants. All she could do was shake her head in confirmation. George’s breath was coming back to him, he held his softening cock in hand, watching the concerned mother finish stepping into her now uniformly wet yoga pants. Sarah pulled her cum filled pants up, trying to see if she would look ok. It wasn’t going to work. George had hosed her down with a huge cum shower, there was no hiding the growing wet spot that was growing down her thighs. Mom pulled up the back of her pants over her glorious ass globes and then turned to help her daughter. “You’re going to have to take yours off too. Mommy will wash them, it will be okay.” She said in her best caring mother tone. Sarah still seemed to be in a bit of a daze and began to slide her yoga pants down her thin legs. Her mound glistened from the sticky sheen of George’s cum. Sarah got her pants down to her ankles before realizing she should have taken her shoes off first. “Here, let me help you with those”, said her mother, seeing her dilemma. She squatted in front of her daughter, her face less than a foot from Sarah’s cum covered pussy. She could smell the cum, which confused her, but she didn’t want to alarm her daughter. George watched and wished the mother would lave his cum from her daughter’s pussy with her tongue. But that wasn’t likely, so he decided to help. He reached over the kneeling mother and slid a finger across the girls smooth pussy, collecting his cum and then brought it to Mommy’s lips as she looked and said “Baby, can you lift your right ….ggggfff” He stuck his cum covered finger between her lips and across her tongue, he barely pulled it out in time before she bit him. The mother shook her head, thinking a bug had flown into her mouth or something. She tasted salty cum, smacked her lips a few times and swallowed. “What the fuck?” regaining her composure, she helped her daughter out of her shoes, yoga pants and panties. She stood and brought them to the sink, leaving her sexy daughter to stand naked from the waist down. Sarah grabbed some toilet paper and wiped her cum covered mound dry, and then ran more up between her plump lips, drying away George’s cum as best she could. George watched the mother inspect her daughter's panties and yoga pants, she brought them to her face, sniffed them, and then stuck her tongue out and tasted the cum on the panties. Her look of confusion grew. She glanced over her shoulder, and watched her daughter, with a foot on the toilet, wipe away at her pussy with toilet paper. She shook her head, turned back to the sink and washed and wrung out the clothes. Finally done, Mom turned and handed Sarah the yoga pants, “Put these on.” she said, keeping the panties and putting them in her purse. George watched the sexy girl slide on the tight leggings. Both mother and daughter were now sporting impressive cameltoes in their wet leggings. His cock couldn’t help but start to thicken again. Tucking his cock away for the moment, George decided to find out more about the two ladies, he pulled Mom’s wallet out of her purse while they put on their shoes, snapped a picture with his phone and then put it back. The two ladies walked out of the stall, their wet yoga pants clinging to their sexy asses. George left a few moments later, he felt both guilt and elation at the experience he’d just had. This was the beginning of a path that led to greater and greater debauchery and darkness. Please leave a comment if you would like to read more of George's journey

Her Bisexual Experience During the summer, my wife Melissa's friend visited us, and we introduced her to the excitement of a threesome. Jane is in her mid-forties, weighs about 130 lbs, stands 5' 6" tall, and has blonde curly hair. Her C-cup breasts are nicely shaped. Jane has never had children and got divorced around two years ago. Living in Colorado, Jane hadn't visited us in about ten years, although she and Melissa speak at least weekly. They were college roommates and have remained close ever since. We met Jane at the airport, where she greeted us with hugs and kisses. She still looked like she was in her late twenties. We picked up her suitcases and headed home after stopping to buy plenty of alcohol. My wife was thrilled to see her old friend, and they shared stories all the way back to the house. Once there, we got Jane settled in, and I informed the ladies that I was going to bed since I had to attend a legal conference for a few days. Jane and Melissa stayed up talking and sipping wine until morning. They were still chatting when I got up to shower in the morning. As I was preparing to leave, Melissa gave me a big kiss, and Jane also hugged me and kissed me on the cheek as I departed. I kind of expected that the girls would have some fun while I was away and I wished I could be there since Melissa and I had begun living out our sexual fantasies together, I wanted to fuck Jane in the worst way, knowing that she probably hadn't had a good cock in her in quite some time. I returned two days later and when I arrived home, the smell of some potent Marijuana filled the air. I hadn't smoked any of it for a long time and found out later that Jane was able to sneak some with her on her flight from Colorado. I came in to the living room and Jane and Melissa sat there in their pajama's. Jane wore red satin shorts and a top that matched it and she had no bra on underneath and Melissa had on a white t-shirt and a pair of boxers that she likes to wear for comfort. They were drinking wine, eating chocolate and smoking weed while watching some chick flick. Both of them had their hair pulled back in to pony tails. It kind of felt like they were reliving their college days and our living room became their dorm room. I wasn't going to argue! Jane handed me the joint and I took a couple tokes and then sat down on the couch. "Why don't you go put on some comfortable clothes and join us?" Jane said. Melissa smiled and agreed with her old school pal. I went towards the bedroom and the strength of the weed hit me, holy crap the potentcy of weed nowadays is about 50 times what it was when I smoked it alot many years ago and I about ran in to the wall. Melissa and Jane both laughed hysterically as I laughed at myself and went and out on some sweats and a t shirt. I came back in to the room and Jane looked very sexy as did Melissa. My dick was begining to swell and I tries to hide the growing bulge. Jane just started at me, I don't think she saw my swollen cock, but she just gazed at me and smiled as she sipped her wine. I looked towards Melissa and she smiled at me and at that moment, I realized that Melissa had talked to Jane and we were going to fuck her tonight! "So, Melissa tells me you guys have been doing some sexual experimenting." Jane bllurts out as she and Melissa begin to laugh. "Ya, we have had some pretty hot experiences together over the last several months, why?" I said to Jane as my cock continued to swell. "Honey, Jane and I have been talking and she would really like for us to make love to her." Melissa said. Two women in glamouress outfits "Ok with me ladies!" I said with a huge smile! "It's been a couple of years since I have had sex and I have never had a bisexual experience." Jane said shyly. "Tha's ok, we will go slow." I told her. I sat there and Jane stood up followed quickly by Melissa and they both slowly took their clothes off and stood there. My wife Melissa is super fucking sexy and Jane was just about as hot as her. I sat there looking at their naked bodies. Melissa' pussy was shaven and smooth and Jane has just a tuft of blonde hair, like a strip and it was neatly trimmed. Jane's breasts were full and her nipples stood erect, Melissa's tits were always hot and her nipples were hard as well. My wife looked in to her friends eyes as they embraced and began to gently kiss each other. It was sexy and my cock was at full mast! They kissed slowly at first and as they both began to enjoy it, their passion grew and their kisses became wetter and more passionate. I watched as they gently stroked each others bodies as their hands slowly explored their soft skin. Jane moaned as did Melissa as they kissed and massaged each other. I will tell you one thing, a guy can learn a great deal about how a woman wants to be touched by watching two women make out! I pulled my pants and shirt off and sat there and watched. Melissa's hand disappeared and I could tell she was rubbing Jane's pussy, she shuttered and shook as Melissa rubbed her little button. Jane returned the favor and her hand disappeared and Melissa began to let out soft moans as well. Melissa began to kiss and lick Jane's erect nipples as she continued to rub her pussy and Jane moaned louder and loader. Melissa stopped and smiled at Jane and led her to the couch next to me, "Sit down Jane, sit back and enjoy this." Melissa ordered her softly! Jane sat next to me and looked at my swollen cock and smiled. Melissa dropped in front of Jane and began to kiss her inner thighs. As Melissa got closer to Jane's pussy with her hot wet kisses, Jane's breathing became laboured. I knew she must be dripping wet at this point! I just watched in awe, aching to stick my hard cock in to someone's wet pussy! Jane's moans grew more vocal as Melissa sucked at her friends pussy and teased her swollen clit. Melissa wasted no time stradling her freinds face and I watched Jane begin to devour my wife's pussy. My wife was soaking wet and I sat there with the biggest hard on and watched. I did reach up and play with Melissa's tits a little as Jane ate her. Jane stopped eating Melissa's pussy and told me to fuck Melissa while she continued on and ate her pussy. "It's about time!" I thought, but watching them eat each other was fucking hot! I slide behind Melissa and as I rubbed my cock up and down her wet slit, Jane grabbed me and began to suck me. She sucked my cock for a bit and then guided me in to Melissa's wet pussy! Melissa jerked as my cock slid up her hot pussy and let out a low guttural moan as my cock bored deep into her. I fucked her pussy real good and Jane said, "Let me know when you are going to shoot your cum!" I grabbed Melissa's hips and started pounding her pussy hard, I felt my cum starting to build and I annouced to Jane that I was about to cum. Jane pulled me from Melissa's hot wet pussy and swallowed my cock as I began to shoot my hot load down her throat. Jane, still moaning with ecstasy as my cum dripped from her mouth, while Melissa devoured her pussy. Soon Jane was screaming out loud that she was cumming, the neighbours surely heard it! I stroked my cock as I watched this all unfold and it stayed hard as I positioned myself right in front of Jane's pussy. Melissa moved away and began sucking and nibbling at Jane's tits as I rubbed my big cockhead up and down Jane's sopping wet slit. Melissa looked at me and smiled as Jane moaned when I entered her. I began to push my cock into Jane, her pussy was dripping wet, but super tight. I could tell that I was the first to invade her pussy in a long time! Almost as soon as I buried my cock all the way in to her pussy, Jane let out a scream and began to squirt on my cock. I continued fucking her tight pussy as her fluids leaked out of her, each thrust created a new river of clear liquid over us. Soon it was Melissa's time to shine, and she ground her pussy harder into Jane's face nearing orgasm. Seeing this, I began to shoot my second load of thick white cum, this time into Jane's pussy, and she bucked and weaved and began to squirt again as my hot cream filled her. I pulled my cock out and Melissa dove right in and began to lick my cum seeping from Jane's pussy! Jane was moaning and screaming incoherently as her pussy throbbed and her body writhed with pleasure. Melissa cleaned Jane's pussy a little and we all kind of just layed there, exhausted, and caught our breath. "But you didn't cum in my pussy baby!" Melissa said wantingly! I sat back and she and Jane sucked my cock and balls until I was hard again and then I gave Melissa just what she was begging for, I came in her pussy within minutes and Jane licked every drop of my cum from her that she could get! We fucked all night and half the next day and we continued this pattern for the week and a bit that Jane stayed with us. Jane left, filled with more cum than she's had in a long time.

A True Erotic Story I was browsing local classifieds, my mind wandering through various listings, contemplating the possibilities. It had been a short while since I had indulged in any intimate encounters, and I was feeling quite horny. The allure of engaging with a stranger, something that was both transactional and simple, was undeniably enticing. Among the many ads, one caught my eye; she didn’t specifically advertise as a working girl, which added an air of mystery to her profile. Instead, she seemed to be a woman who was simply lonely, yearning for some company, and I found myself in a similar predicament. A sense of mutual need lingered in the air, but she was also asking for suggestions and rewards, which hinted at something more transactional. After exchanging a few messages back and forth, we decided to meet, and she arrived at my place around 8:30 PM. When she walked through the door, I was immediately struck by her presence. She was a tall woman, with an abundance of luscious brown hair cascading down her back, probably reaching all the way to her thighs. It was the first thing I noticed, and I found it incredibly sexy, adding to her allure. We greeted each other with a warm smile, and I offered her a drink as an ice breaker. She opted for juice over alcohol, which surprised me but also intrigued me. As we settled into a comfortable space, we chatted for quite a while, sharing stories and laughter, at least before anything physical began to unfold between us. Initially, I couldn’t quite discern if she was genuinely interested in me or merely playing a role that she thought I wanted her to play. However, as our conversation progressed, I felt a real connection forming between us. She was not only beautiful but also very spiritual, exuding a confidence that was both refreshing and engaging. It was evident that she was fun to be around, and I found myself drawn to her energy. As we continued to talk, she began to express thoughts about the next time we would meet, and it felt as though we were both starting to forget the original reason why she was there. This shift in our interaction was a pleasant surprise; it felt natural and effortless, as if we were two people simply enjoying each other’s company rather than adhering to an expected script. The atmosphere was charged with an unspoken understanding, and I realized that this encounter had the potential to be much more than just a fleeting moment. It was discussed prior that for $200 I could masturbate while she watched and finish on her tits, which were great tits by the way. Bigger than a good handful thats for sure, with darkish nipples as per her complexion. She was hot. I was feeling a little bad insigating our arrangement as we were getting along so well that I waited for her to start things off. We were chatting on my kingsize bed, when she moved in closer and started taking off my jeans. She wasn't shy. She was just as horny as I was, her body language telling me that much. I started rubbing her first, outside of her jeans, breaking the arrangement but her moans soon gave the approval. I continued rubbing her pussy, moving from the outside of her jeans to inside her jeans where I could feel she was very wet, soaking her panties with juice. I was much harder now, and using my other hand started slowing wanking. lying along side each other, her big boobs on my chest but not exposed,she was watching, With interest and eagerness to make me cum. Unexpectedly she reached forward with her mouth open, like she wanted to take me in her mouth. But she stopped short, adhering to the arrangement instead and getting her tits out. These were amazing tits, full and natural and rather perky. Wanking vigoursly now I shuffled up the bed a little, readying myself to cum on those tits.I was still rubbing her pussy at this point, and with the sight of her tits I couldnt take much more and exploded all over them. Such an intense orgasm that dragged on longer than usual, cum still oozing out while my cock was still throbbing.I could see she was close also so kept rubbing her pussy with the same continous rhythem that had got her to this point. She was moaning loud, very vocal, very sexy. Within minutes, maybe 2 or 3, she was quivering and just about waking up the neighbours with pleasure. She was done, and we both laid there, wet, dripping, satisfied. For probably another 15 minutes before showering and getting dressed. We did see each other again, but only once more.

It had only been a day or two since our first meet, and we were already texting quite a lot, exchanging messages that flowed effortlessly between us. Our conversations ranged from light-hearted banter to deeper discussions about our interests and aspirations, creating a sense of familiarity that was both exciting and a bit daunting. Our second meet was scheduled for a Friday night, barely five days later, and I found myself eagerly anticipating it. I was keen to see her again, and it seemed like she had practically invited herself over, which added a layer of intrigue to the evening. However, I couldn't shake the uncertainty that lingered in my mind. What was the nature of our connection? Were we simply friends catching up, or was this another encounter with unspoken expectations, perhaps leaning towards something more transactional? When Stacey arrived at my door, she greeted me with the same big smile that had captivated me during our first meeting, but this time her enthusiasm seemed even more palpable. I noticed that she had trimmed her hair, giving it a fresh look while still maintaining its length, cascading past her hips in a way that was undeniably attractive. The way she carried herself exuded confidence, and I found myself drawn to her energy. We exchanged a warm hug, a gesture that felt both familiar and comforting, and then we settled downstairs on my bed, a casual yet intimate setting that allowed for easy conversation. As we chatted for hours, the topics flowed seamlessly from one to another. We shared stories about our lives, our families, and our dreams, and with each passing moment, I felt the connection between us deepen. I was captivated not just by her physical presence but by her intellect and sense of humor, which made the time spent together feel like a treasure. Despite the growing chemistry, I had made a pact with myself that I wouldn’t instigate anything physical with Stacey. I wanted to establish a foundation of trust and friendship first, to ensure that she understood my intentions were genuine and that I wasn’t simply expecting sex this time around. It was important to me that she felt comfortable and respected, and I hoped that by taking things slow, we could explore the potential of our relationship without the pressure of physical expectations. As the evening wore on, I could sense the tension in the air, a mix of excitement and uncertainty. It was clear that there was a spark between us, but I was determined to navigate this budding connection with care. I wanted to savor the moments we shared, to truly get to know her beyond the surface level, and to see where this journey would take us. The night felt full of possibilities, and I was ready to embrace whatever came next, as long as it was together. Stacey had just finished reading my tarot cards, something she suggested back on our first meet.When she caught me off guard with a question that you just don't get everyday. Can I suck your cock? She asked confidently.'Sure' I responded quickly. She obviuosly didn't need my permission but I gave it anyway. And wow! To this very day it would have to be the best head Id ever recieved. She started off slow, gently kissing and licking my cock with gentle strokes of her tongue. Her breath on my shaft making me fully erect within seconds. She then slowly took me in her mouth, all the way down, which nearly sent my eyes rolling back in my head. This same deep throat rhythm continued without hesitation and plenty of ethusiasm. She was eager to please, and certainly accomplishing that. I caught her by surprise with a spurt of pre-cum at the back of her throat, and she momentarily paused before continuing on with her deep throat rhythm. I couldnt take much more, the ectsasy of it and intensity were climaxing. And sure enough, within 5 minutes of her starting I was shooting loads of cum in her mouth. She didn't pull away but instead made sure not to let any spill. What an orgasm! Unexpected and very impressive. There was something unique about it also, a tongue action while she was taking all of me in her mouth, Stacey knew what she doing. And at that that time I'm glad that she did. Stacey stayed the night, and we had morning sex closer to lunch time. Needless to say it was damn good sex. Hard sex. Mostly doggy style which showed off her great ass at the same time. She had started off on top though, which was a sight to behold with those fantastic tits just right there within arms reach. A sight I'm not going to forget anytime soon thats for sure. Stacey left after lunch, her departure marked by a bittersweet atmosphere that hung in the air like the remnants of a warm summer breeze. It would be the last time I saw her, a thought that lingered in my mind long after she walked out the door. Although we still chat occasionally by text, the frequency of our messages has dwindled, leaving a sense of nostalgia for the moments we shared. There have been no further meetings since that day, which was both a relief and a source of lingering curiosity. Perhaps we were both scared of catching feelings, an unspoken fear that hovered between us, preventing us from taking the next step. The chemistry we had was undeniable, yet the prospect of deeper emotions seemed daunting. Or maybe it was her past holding her back, a shadow that loomed over her, influencing her decisions and actions. I could sense that there were layers to her story that she chose not to reveal, and I respected her space, understanding that some battles are fought silently. Despite the uncertainty that surrounded our brief frelationship, it was a fairly mutual decision to not see each other again, and it was made without any hard feelings. We both understood that sometimes, the best course of action is to part ways gracefully, cherishing the good times rather than risking the potential for heartache. Just a few stellar memories remain, vivid snapshots of laughter shared over coffee, late-night conversations filled with dreams and aspirations, and the warmth of companionship that felt so natural. As I reflect on those moments, I realize how they shaped my perspective on relationships. Each memory carries with it a lesson learned, a reminder of the beauty of connection, even if it was fleeting. The laughter we shared still echoes in my mind, and I often find myself smiling at the thought of her infectious enthusiasm for life. I wonder if she thinks of me too, if she smiles at the memories we created together, or if she has moved on entirely, as is often the case in the ebb and flow of human connections. In the end, our paths diverged, but the impact of our brief time together remains etched in my heart. I appreciate the moments we had, knowing that not every connection is meant to last forever. Some are simply meant to teach us, to remind us of the joy of companionship, and to prepare us for the next chapter in our lives.

In late autumn 1985, I was nearing the first anniversary of my deployment on the Mediterranean island of Cyprus with the UK armed forces, with 18 months to two years left until the mission concluded. I had arrived just four months after the Turkish occupation of the island's north, which had caused political turmoil and led to the evacuation of many British service families to the UK, replaced by hundreds of single, predominantly male personnel. However, a year later, the situation had stabilized sufficiently to allow for the return of accompanied service. This enabled families to come back and reoccupy the married quarters, bringing wives and 'service brats' back to the SBA, although they had not yet returned to accommodations in the local towns. The term Service Brat, or sometimes 'Pad Brat,' might initially seem derogatory when applied to the children of serving members, but it is actually quite the opposite. The term originated in the 1920s when families first began accompanying UK servicemen overseas. They were formally referred to as 'British Regiment Attached Travellers' (or BRATs). The acronym has endured. Far from being an insult, it is often worn as a badge of honor, as it usually indicates that the wearer is well-disciplined, well-educated, and worldly-wise, having often experienced life in several different countries and cultures. Not bratty at all. (Though I did encounter a few real 'brats' in my time, mainly senior officers' kids, who assumed they held their parent's rank too. They were soon 'counseled' against that assumption!) The MoD provides school facilities at major overseas bases, but only up to O’Level/GCSE age, so most Pad Brats are no more than 16 or 17 years old. However, daughters of serving personnel are considered dependents until age 19, so occasionally older girls, still living with their parents, accompany their families. Such was the case with Sally. Sally was the daughter of one of my seniors, and I first met her when she came with her parents to our unit social club one night. She was 18 years old and had just completed A-Levels at school in the UK. She had secured a university place but, like many her age, had decided to defer and take a gap year to 'unwind' before starting her studies again. She chose to accompany her parents to Cyprus when they offered, but she had plans to travel a bit in the region while she was there. Needless to say, the single guys were immediately interested as soon as she walked in. After spending an hour or so at the bar with her parents while they chatted with friends, fending off advances from admirers, Sally noticed that the comfortable chairs at the table opposite where my smooth-talking friend Chris and I were sitting had become available. She pointed this out to her parents, who nodded, and the three of them came over and asked to join us. I knew her dad well but had never met her mom or Sally before. Introductions were made, and we started chatting, getting to know each other a bit. Now I should explain. Sally was not a beauty queen. Not unattractive by any means, just rather plain. She was dressed in what might be described as quite 'frumpy' clothes, a roll-neck sweater and pleated skirt, which mostly hid her figure, though it was clear there were quite substantial breasts under there somewhere. Her dark brown hair hung just below her shoulders, and quite heavy-framed spectacles covered her eyes. Think Velma from Scooby-Doo, and you're not far off. (Perhaps that's a bit unkind, but you see where I'm going. And Velma could be quite attractive when the glasses came off. I'm sure of that; I've seen the videos!) It was obvious from the word go, that Chris had decided he was going to make a play for her anyway, she was female, that was good enough for him. He had the knack of chatting up the ladies, without them realising they were being dragged into his web. This time he had to be a bit careful, as obviously her olds were right there too. But even so, he dominated the conversation with her, and had elicited most of her life story, and hopes and dreams for the future, etc., before too long. But before he could move in for the kill, he was thwarted by dad announcing it was time to go, as he had an early start in the morning (plotting something shitty for us grunts to do, no doubt.) Draining the last of their drinks, they bid us goodnight and headed for home. It was to be a couple of weeks before we would see Sally again. Chris and I were once more hanging out at the clubhouse, when she walked in. This time, not with parents, but in the company of another girl about her own age. The pair bought their drinks at the bar then, glancing about spotted us at our table. After a quick whispered exchange, they headed over and asked to join us. Sally introduced the new girl as Julie. Julie, whom Sal had only recently met, was a pretty girl with Asian features. Her long black hair, reaching her waist, was kept away from her face with an Alice band. She wore a white T-shirt and tight, flared denim jeans, which accentuated her slender figure. Julie was a first-year university student who had completed her classes early to join her parents for the upcoming Christmas and New Year holidays. She planned to return to her studies after the break. I could immediately sense Chris was conflicted. Should he abandon his attempts to win over Sally or forsake a potentially longer-term opportunity in favor of a brief fling with the 'hotter' girl? Throughout most of the evening, he played it safe as we all sat and chatted. We bought the girls a couple of drinks, nothing excessive, which was a change for us, and enjoyed a very pleasant evening in female company, drawing envious looks from the group at the bar. Without her parents around, Sally was much more open and flirtatious than she had been the last time we met and seemed quite taken with Chris’s charm. She discreetly indicated her interest to him. As closing time approached, Chris made his decision and asked Sally if she wanted to go out with him. It was somewhat insensitive to do this openly in front of Julie, but it gave me the opportunity to ask Julie if she would like to join me on a double date with them. Both agreed, and plans were made. Chris and I were on our shift cycle for the next few days but would be off duty for three days starting that Friday. We decided to meet at the unit bar for a quick drink before heading into town for dinner, and then we'd see how the night unfolded. As always, the unspoken agreement between Chris and me was that if one of us got lucky, we'd part ways and do our own thing. On the night of the date, as the appointed time approached, I went to find Chris, but he wasn't in his room. His roommates said he had left around lunchtime, and they hadn't seen him since. Assuming he'd meet me at the bar, I headed there, got myself a Keo beer, and waited at the counter for the others to arrive. Shortly after, fashionably 10-15 minutes late, Sally arrived alone. We exchanged puzzled looks. Like Chris, Julie was missing. Her parents told Sally that Julie had gone out shortly before she called, so we assumed she was on her way. Sally accepted a drink, opting for a non-alcoholic one, and we sat down to wait for the missing pair. By the time we finished our drinks, about 30-40 minutes later, it was clear we had both been stood up. I know what you're thinking, and I was already there; Chris and Julie had made other plans together. However, that wasn't the case. They both simply decided their chosen dates weren't right for them and ditched us. Their loss. At least, it turned out to be Chris's loss. I never saw Julie again. Chris got a severe ear bending from Sal the next time they met, where she left him in no doubt what he had missed out on, and the ‘benefits’ I had received in his place!! So, what did we do now? Well, the choice was made for me by Sally. “Well,” she said “I was looking forward to a night on the town, and I still intend to have one. Looks like you are stuck with me Titus.” Was that a bad thing on my part? No? When Sally arrived earlier, I’d noted that she was looking a lot more desirable than previously. Her hair was brushed and burnished to a sheen and clipped back behind her ears, exposing her face. Gone were the glasses (contacts it transpired), completely changing her features. She wore a soft knit, thigh length dress, which accentuated her shape and the quite low neckline showed the deep cleavage between her, as suspected, quite large tits. All in all, worth a squirt, in my opinion. The plan had been for us to eat at the Chinese restaurant, the only one in Limassol at that time, as far as I am aware. So we decided to stick with that. We grabbed a taxi into town, arriving at the eatery late for our booking, and obviously two covers light. It wasn’t an issue though, as they were immediately able to seat us at a double, while another group, who had been waiting, took our larger table. We placed our order for food and a bottle of wine and attempted to start a conversation. As I mentioned earlier, I'm not particularly skilled at small talk, so things were a bit awkward initially. However, as the wine began to relax us, it became easier to converse with her. She aspired to become a doctor, but her exam results weren't quite sufficient for medical school right away. Nonetheless, with the right bachelor's degree, she'd be fine. So, after her gap year, she was set to begin a BSc in biology; human biology, she emphasized, the study of men and women! This led her to comment on the significant imbalance between the numbers of single men and women. She noted that girls were fortunate, as they could choose, but it must be challenging for guys to "get lucky." Then, out of nowhere, she asked, "Do you get lucky, Titus?" I nearly choked on my chow mein. I was unsure how to answer and said nothing. She too stayed quiet for a moment before pressing me, "Well?" I mumbled something about how she was right; it was quite difficult to form any kind of relationship when the odds were so against us, especially if you weren't very forthcoming, like me. I certainly wasn't going to tell her about my recent experiences with sex workers. Sally just smirked, nodded, and returned to her meal, staying silent for a while. What had just happened? Did she really ask if I was having sex? Was she suggesting she might be the one? I was confused and aroused. My heart was pounding, and I felt myself getting excited at the thought of being intimate with Sally. I awkwardly made it through the rest of the meal, dessert, and coffee. I noticed the waiter hovering, eager for us to vacate the table for another couple. I obliged, paid the bill, and we left the restaurant. The night was still young, and the weather was warm and dry, so I suggested we take a walk up the bypass towards the area with most of the nightclubs and discotheques. It was about a twenty-minute walk. Instinctively, I offered my arm to Sally, which she took, leaning close against my right side as we walked. First contact was made. Over the next few hours, we visited several clubs. I deliberately avoided the strip clubs that we guys often frequented, where not long ago I had 'purchased' a handjob from one of the performers. We ended up at one of the most popular venues, Traffic, I believe it was called, where there was always a mix of Cypriots and various branches of the UK armed forces. Despite the diversity, I had never seen any trouble there, except for the occasional drunk soldier, who was usually quickly removed by friends before the MPs were called. As usual for a Friday night, the place was packed, but we managed to find a couple of empty seats at the back of the hall and ordered drinks from a passing waiter. I would have been content just to sit and watch the crowd. If you've read the earlier parts of my story, you know I have a strong dislike for dancing, especially to that 1970s disco music. Sally, naturally, had other plans. No sooner had we settled, than she had me up on the dance floor, to join the melee of electric wrestling that was going on. I hated it. I have no rhythm whatsoever, and knew I looked a total gimp trying to dance in time to the music. But in reality, no one gave a toss for what I was doing. They were all either enjoying dancing, or enjoying ogling their partner’s gyrations and bouncing boobs, as was I. Reminding me very much of a similar occasion on my first date with Sandie, back at my training camp, the tempo of the music changed, as the DJ switched to the smooch songs. Without conscious thought, Sally and I drifted into each others' arms. She held me tightly against her, pressing her generous breasts against my chest, so I could feel her stiffening nipples through the thin material of her dress and my shirt. As we moved together, her mound would occasionally rub against my groin, gently massaging my tackle. The closeness and friction of her body was having an impact on me. My cock soon stiffened, bulging between us. Sally felt it rise and pulled my lower body harder against her, and smirking lecherously at me, ground her hips on me, to purposely stimulate me. After a prolonged dry spell, it was glorious. I could easily have let her continue and bring me off like that, but as I felt my cum rising I broke the contact. Cuming in my pants the first time she came near me would not have been a good look. As I drew back, she gave me a confused glance, I simply said “Too much, for now.” She understood, and gave a knowing grin. She pulled me back to her, but mostly kept clear of my erection, giving me time to recover my cool. We stayed until around 1am, occasionally returning to the dance floor, where she would reignite my arousal, helping me become more accustomed to her touch and bringing my self-control back to more normal levels. During our last dance, when she lifted her face towards me, I leaned in for a kiss, which she accepted willingly, parting her lips slightly to let my tongue briefly play with hers. It was definitely a positive step forward. When we left the club, we were fortunate to quickly find a taxi. Sally gave the driver her address (actually her parents' place) on the ‘patch’. He quoted the fare, which we agreed to, and we set off. As soon as we pulled away from the curb, Sally leaned in for another kiss. This time it was more intense, and as we embraced, our hands began to explore each other's bodies. Before long, I felt her hand softly rub across my groin, feeling my growing arousal. She caressed me through my trousers for a while, then asked, “is it okay?” I assumed she was asking if I was in control, but I might have been mistaken. Without further words, I felt her unfasten my trousers, release my erect penis, and start gently stroking me. Things had already escalated far beyond my wildest dreams. Breaking our kiss, Sally slid away from me on the wide back seat of the cab, and lowered her head to my lap. Without further preamble, she fully retracted my foreskin and engulfed my hard on with her warm, wet mouth. I was taken unaware by this unexpected turn of events and groaned loudly at the fantastic feeling. Looking up, I saw the taxi driver had heard me, and had glanced round quickly to see what was wrong. His lascivious scowl indicated he knew exactly what was ‘wrong’; not a first for him by any means I’d wager. As Sally started to tongue my bell end and then slowly, start to work her warm, wet mouth up and down on my, by now, engorged member, I saw the cabbie adjust his rear view mirror so he could observe the action. When I managed to make eye contact with him, I gestured for him to keep his on the road. He just leered back and shook his head. I had brief visions of him driving us off the road and us all dying in a fireball, as we barreled into one of the deep storm drains that bordered the road. Obviously that did not happen, but what a way to go. (Hmmm, that’s food for thought in my current position, when things get too unbearable.) Fuck it! If he wanted to perv on us, so be it. I was not going to give up getting blown for his benefit. I closed my eyes, tried to ignore him and went with the flow. Sally was being so gentle in her ministrations, that remarkably I did not feel the need for imminent release. Secretly I was quite pleased with myself for not popping my wad already. I rested my hand softly on the back of Sal’s head. Not to try and force her deeper. More just an acknowledgment of what she was doing and how good it felt. I was lost in my own little world, oblivious to everything, other than Sally’s mouth on my cock. She must have being working on me far longer than I realised, because when I opened my eyes briefly and glanced around, I noticed that we would very soon be at the vehicle check point at our end of the garrison complex, where we would have to ID ourselves to the sentries. I tapped Sally on the shoulder, and told her she’d have to stop and why. Reluctantly she released me and sat up. My rampant pole did not want to go back in my pants at first, and I only just managed to put it away by the time we reached the VCP. After completing the formalities, we were allowed through and driven straight to Sally’s house. It was nearing 2am, and most of the street was dark. Sally headed to the house and waited for me as I settled the taxi fare. I was tempted to ask for a discount due to the spectacle we had caused, but I knew it wouldn't work. Once the taxi departed, I went to bid Sally farewell. I was certain I wouldn't be invited in that night, so I anticipated returning alone to my accommodation to deal with my frustrations. However, Sally took my hand and led me to her front porch, which was actually on the side of the house. The porch was in deep shadow since there was no exterior light. She immediately embraced me again, giving me a passionate kiss. “Now, where were we when we were so rudely interrupted?” she joked. With that, she positioned me so that I was sitting on the low brick wall enclosing the otherwise open porch, with my legs stretched out. She lifted the hem of her dress to her thighs, allowing her to straddle my legs, bringing her close to my groin. Once more, she opened my trousers and took out my penis. As she began to tease me back to hardness, I couldn't help but let out a low, loud groan. Sally quickly hushed me. I doubted anyone was awake to hear, but I understood the need to be quiet. Very soon, I was fully hard again, and Sally began to stroke me earnestly. She started just how I like it, by rolling my foreskin back and forth over my glans before wetting her hand with saliva and rubbing directly on my sensitive tip. I had reached the peak a couple of times that night, only to have the climax taken away before I could finish. Hopefully, that wouldn't happen again. As Sal continued to work my cock, I realised her cleavage was right in front of my eyes, calling for me to dive in. I reached out and caressed her breasts over her clothes. They were fantastic, and I felt the nipples harden through the thin bra and dress material. I just had to have more. I just had to see them. Reaching into the neckline of her dress, I pulled at it. The stretchy material allowed me to pull it off her shoulders and partway down her arms, fully exposing her bra encased tits. It also restricted her arm movements somewhat, but not enough to ruin her wanking stroke, but mercifully slowing her down a little, to prolong my pleasure. Next, I pushed up her bra, releasing her breasts from all coverings. It was too dark there to really see her tits in their full glory, but the dark did not stop me from first rolling her nipples between my thumb and forefingers, then taking them, in turn, into my mouth and sucking and gently nibbling them. It was her turn to groan loudly. I resisted the temptation to shh her. It might not have gone down well. Sally continued to masturbate me. I continued to mouth her baps, but now emboldened by her willingness thus far, I reached down under her dress, found and started to massage up and down her cleft through her knickers, getting more groans from her. I went for broke and moved my hand inside her pants, searching for her clitoris. I had barely touch her bare vag when Sally grabbed my hand and stopped my advance. “Not tonight” she said, “Not out here. And you need this more than me right now anyway.” Wow…that must be against the girl rule book surely. Reluctantly I backed out, not wanting to risk another ruined orgasm. Sally pulled away from me slightly, to improve her grip on my cock, and redoubled her efforts. She was going for the money shot now, and as she furiously jerked me, her tits bounced erotically in front of me, in rhythm with her stroke. That was enough to breach the dam. I warned her I was going to cum, just before the first spurt shot out of me, followed rapidly by several more. They all ended up on the front of my shirt and trousers. She continued to milk the last few drops from me, until I had no more to give. Done, she lifted and examined her sticky hand. I could tell she was trying to work out how to clean it off, so I told her to wipe it on my shirt; a bit more would not make much difference. After a brief interlude, we both sorted out our undress, and both accepted things had run their course, for that night at least. So, we prepared to say goodnight, for real that time. There had been a couple of hints that there could be repeats to come, but to make sure, I asked Sal if she wanted to see me again. In mock fury she answered, “After what I’ve done for you tonight, you’re fucking right I want to see you again, for my turn.” It was said in jest, but it was a valid point, and it confirmed that this was not a one-off hand job, and that more could be expected in future. There was usually a ‘film night’ in the unit social club each Sunday, so we arranged to meet there for that. I went in for a final hug and kiss, but she blocked me with her hand, reminding me of my spunky shirt front, which she did not want transferred to the front of her dress. So a quick peck on the lips had to suffice. We finally parted ways, and I set out on the, mercifully short, walk back to my block, quietly praying I would not meet up with an MP patrol en route. I had done nothing wrong, really, if you discount the semi-public wanking and groping. But I did not want to explain my soiled clothing and have to divulge who I had been with, to confirm nothing non-consensual had occurred. I got back to the block without incident. Part of me desperately wanted to confront Chris, to tell him what a shit he was for dumping out on Sally. But in reality I knew what I really wanted, was to give him a blow by blow account of the night he’d missed out on. But I was not going there! I was not going to ‘kiss and tell’ and potentially embarrass Sally and her family. What happened in the taxi and front porch, would stay in the taxi and front porch! Sunday night came too slowly for me. I smiled broadly as Sally entered the bar. But my smile turned to a grimace when I saw her mother and father, one of my bosses, with her. Sal returned the grimace, as if to say ‘I know, but there was nothing I could do about it.’ I went to her to say hi, receiving a quick kiss on the lips. Dad bought a round of drinks, which to my surprise included me; it seems I’d been accepted as a suitable consort for his eldest daughter (Sally had two younger teenage sisters.) We went to grab seats for film night, with me sat one side of Sally and her olds the other.  We enjoyed the film, it was A Clockwork Orange, which I’d not seen before, but have always liked since. The delivery of a movie in our club was always a bit clunky. Done on a single 16mm projector, requiring numerous reel changes, and often frequent breakdowns. During one enforced interval, mum and dad went off to use the facilities. Immediately Sally apologised profusely for her parents being there. They had planned to come themselves anyway, so it would not really have been practical to come separately, without pissing them off. I told her it was okay, but she responded saying it was not, “…I wanted to have you alone.” Then teasingly, lightly ran her hand across my crotch and surreptitiously squeezed my limp cock a few times, causing a rising in my trousers. The parents returned, requiring me to hide my arousal, and the film restarted as we settled back down, with Sally hugging my arm. She would dig her nails into me, quite hard, as scenes of Alex DeLarge’s brutal aversion therapy unfolded. My concentration on the film had drifted, as my imagination centred on the thought of being alone again with Sally, as she’d mentioned. How far would that have gone, I wondered. Anyway, sexually, the evening was a bust, but at least I’d established some acceptance by her family. More than I realised at first, it turned out. Sally’s mum cornered me and thanked me for ‘rescuing’ her daughter Friday night (if only she knew…or perhaps she did), and that she’d be having strong words with ‘that bastard Chris’ when she saw him next. She then stunned me by inviting me to tea at their home one evening. Sally knew she was asking she added when she saw my hesitation. I would be back on shift the next day (we did three days, three nights, 12- hour shifts) but we arranged a day during my next rest days. I didn’t see much of Sally during that shift cycle. We did meet briefly for coffee at the NAAFI Café while I was waiting to go on on my first night shift, but that was it. But most of my time was, as is usual mid cycle, either working, preparing for work (washing, pressing and polishing) or sleeping off nights. So when ‘tea date’ day came I was really looking forward to it, and dreading it at the same time. A trip into the lions den. So it was, the following Sunday I pitched up at Chez Sally, armed, like any good suitor, with a bottle of wine and flowers for the mother. As I stood in the porch, waiting for the door to be answered, my mind flashed back to the previous weekend. I quickly had to flush that memory from my mind, as I could again feel stirring in the trouser region. The mum answered the door, and was surprised when I proffered the gifts; surely that was meet the parents 101, even if you already actually knew them. She showed me into the lounge, where dad was sat, and offered me a seat on the sofa. He greeted me politely. I was used to addressing him as ‘Sir’ at work, so continued to do so; he did not discourage that. We made a bit of small talk, but I’m sure he felt as uneasy with the situation as I was.  Fortunately, within a couple of minutes, Sally came downstairs to join us. She looked really nice, with her hair pinned back and with contacts in, just as she had been the previous Friday. She was wearing a plain, white, button through blouse and a denim skirt. Her legs were bare and she had flip-flops on her feet. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and sat down next to me on the sofa. With Sally in the mix, the conversation got easier and the tension lifted significantly, but I can’t say I was sorry when Sir/Dad was called out to get the grill going. As soon as he left, Sally grabbed and kissed me firmly. She could sense my discomfort and told me to just relax. Easier said than done, but I tried my best. She hugged me close and we just sat in companionable silence caressing each other gently, but not to the extent that we would become too aroused. Just enjoying each other’s company. Before not too long, mum stuck her head in the door and called us to the table to eat, and on her way back to the kitchen, called up the stairs to hail Sally’s siblings. When they joined us in the dining room, I saw that the sisters were both in their mid teens and both very similar in appearance to Sally. Introductions were made (I don’t recall their names now). Thereafter they took little notice of Sally or I, they were more interested in discussing the current ‘scandal’ at school, and an upcoming Christmas party at the garrison youth club. The meal was served. Typical Cypriot fare; shafftalia, souvlakia and grilled halloumi cheese, with loads of Greek salad and dips. There was also a couple of bottles of wine on the table, the one I had bought and another. I was told not to stand on ceremony, to dig in and help myself to food and drink, which I did, but made sure the ladies served themselves first, earning me a nod of appreciation from mum and dad. The food was good and a couple of glasses of wine relaxed us all. Even the younger girls were allowed a small glassful, which was nice in my opinion. As we ate, we talked about everything and nothing. They asked about my past and my future aspirations. When I stated I hoped to make a full career in the military, but that my immediate goal was to finish this tour, then get back onto my advanced engineering training. Sir nodded his approval. Smarty points were being added to my scoresheet all the time it seemed. When we’d eaten our fill, the youngsters asked to be excused (yes we did that back then) and disappeared back up to their shared room, no doubt to continue the assassination of some poor school ‘friends’ characters. Mum rose and started clearing the table. I offered to help with the washing up, etc., but the offer was declined “Thanks, but no. You’re our guest. You and Sally just go and do your own thing”. I was a little surprised when Sally announced we were going to her room to “listen to music” I expected resistance, but none came. But then again, Sal was actually an adult after all. We went upstairs to Sally’s room, entered and she closed the door behind us. She went to her portable radio/tape player, and inserted a cassette. Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon, one of my favourite albums as it happened. The room was furnished with typical MoD married pad items, including two of the issued narrow single beds, pushed together to form a make shift double. There were very few personal items, other than the mandatory make up and toiletries, some books and her music player and tapes. She said most of her stuff was still in storage in the UK. She hadn’t made up her mind yet how long she would be staying, so hadn’t bothered to dress her room up at the moment. The thought of her leaving soon was not a good one and made me more determined to make the most of what time I had with her. With nowhere else to sit, we inevitably gravitated towards the bed, sitting with our backs to the headboard. To break the ice, Sally had grabbed a family photo album and began flicking through it, describing what we saw. Growing up a service brat, she’d been with her parents on several overseas deployments, including Hong Kong, Singapore and Germany, even on an exchange posting to the USA. I was quite envious and hoped I might one day get similar posts, though sadly, many of the better locations got closed down before I got the opportunity. The pretence over, we started to kiss and pet. Touching each other all over our clothed bodies. Sally rubbed my genitals through my trousers and when she got the desired rise out of me, she unzipped me and went to extract my cock to play with. I grabbed her hand in panic and reminded her that her parents were only downstairs, as if she didn’t know! “Relax,” she said, “They won’t come up here this early, and they certainly won’t come in my room without my permission. It’s not as if we’re going to fuck up here, with them all home.” So, the limits had been set. Sex was out, but other forms of sexual contact seemed to be on the table still. I was still uneasy, but I let go of her hand, allowing her to continue freeing my erect penis. It was the first time she had seen it in the light, and she spent a few moments examining it from all angles. I have never pretended I had anything special, but she seemed satisfied with what she found and started to gently jerk me off, adding a sort of twisting motion at the top of each stroke, causing me to sharply draw breath at the feeling. Not to be outdone, I again moved my hand under Sally’s skirt and into the waistband of her knickers. This time there was no resistance and I advanced my touch, past her soft bushy mound, until I felt the outer lips of her vulva. As she continued to wank me, I caressed her sex. Running my fingers along each side of her body lips, then along her parting, I was rewarded with a a soft groan of pleasures. I started to apply gentle pressure, allowing my finger to tease into her deeper, feeling her moist interior for the first time Without warning, Sally dropped my dick, reached under her skirt, and pulled down her pants, slipping them off and tossing them off the bed onto the floor, before parting her legs to give me full access to her. Resuming our mutual masturbation, I returned my hand and pressed my fingers into her cleft. I sought and found her clitoris, circling it with my finger tip, feeling it engorge in its fleshy hood. Sally was wriggling her hips now, telling me I was doing okay. As I stimulated her, I could feel my own climax was not a million miles away. As the feeling rose higher, I recalled Sally’s words from the previous Friday, after she bought me off in that porch, “…I want to see you again, for my turn.” It had been said, tongue in cheek, but it was a valid expectation. I needed to abort my own orgasm, for now at least, and concentrate on hers. I reminded her of this and pulling away from her grasp, I moved to kneel between her legs. Overcoming a slight resistance, I lifted and separated her knees opening her fully, then lifted the hem of her denim skirt above her waist. She lifted her arse off the bed momentarily to allow me to pull it up, completely. With the skirt out of the way, Sally’s swimsuit area was fully bared to my gaze. On the scale of 1-10, it was a definite 10 (though on reflection, what vulva isn’t a 10!). Capped by a fairly sparse dark bush, her by now plump and pink, outer lips were parted, to reveal her silky, wet inner labia. Her clitoris, erect from my touch, peeked delicately from under its protective hood. At its base, her vaginal opening was prominently visible, inviting me to penetrate it somehow. I was happy to oblige. Shifting down to bring my face level with Sally’s crotch, I plunged my tongue into her gaping hole. Her hips raised several inches off the bed and her hands gripped the back of my head, holding my mouth firmly against her. I tongued her vagina for several minutes, before moving my mouth upwards, sucking on and nibbling on her labia, and ending with my lips sealed over her hooded clit. When correctly positioned, I pursed my lips and sucked in for all I was worth, causing her legs to tremble and a series of gasps and moans to be omitted, which she stifled with a pillow. I could tell when she was getting near, so doubled down my efforts, lapping and sucking her clitoris, and adding a finger or two to seek her G-spot, which judging by the, “oh yes, right there!” exclamation, I had found. When you find a winning combination, stick with it, they say. So I did. Moments later Sally arched her back, thrust her fanny hard into my face and convulsed in orgasm, screaming loudly into her pillow, and gushing into my mouth. I panicked that her noise would be heard throughout the house and waited for the door to be flung open and an irate father to drag me, cock still hanging out, into the street and beat the shit out of me. But it didn’t happen. Either nobody heard us, or they chose to ignore what was happening. As Sally came down from her high, I moved from between her legs and lay back down beside her. She in turn rolled to her side, placed one leg across my thighs, her head on my chest and snuggled up to me. She made no attempt to cover herself and I could feel her damp pubes nestling my leg. It did not seem to matter to me that my hard dick was still waving in the air, it just seemed right not to expect Sal to wank me off, just because I had made her cum. I would have absolutely loved to have fucked her there and then but already knew that was not on the agenda. For once I was content to just cuddle up with her for a while, saving our subsequent move for the next time, hopefully in the right place to do the full dance with no pants. As soon as I was able, I tucked myself back in my pants, at the same time pulling Sally’s skirt down to hide her semi-nudity. She did not object or protest, indicating to me she was content to call it a wrap there too. I lay with her, gently stroking her hair and started giving it the nodding dog syndrome. I must of dozed, but came to with a start when the auto-reverse on the radio cassette player restarted the Floyd for the third, or was it the fourth, time. Glancing at my watch, I saw it was well past 10pm. I didn’t want to outstay my welcome and piss off her parents, so I told Sal I thought it was time I was leaving her family in peace for the night. She agreed it was probably for the best, moved off me and I made ready to leave. After a quick bathroom pit stop, to adjust my disheveled clothing, I took Sally’s hand as she accompanied me downstairs. The lounge door was open slightly, so we went in briefly, so I could thank mum and dad for their hospitality and bid them goodnight. Part off me still worried we’d been overheard, but there was absolutely no indication that was the case, and they pleasantly returned my goodbyes, adding we’ll see you again soon. I hoped that was the case. I did wonder if I’d be summoned to Sir’s office later for that bollocking or beating (metaphorical beating that is. I could have ended up with all sorts of shit duties as a reprisal), but that never happened. We’d got away with it. We paused in the porch again to say our own good nights to each other. As we embraced and kissed, a thought went through me. I didn’t recall Sally putting her pants back on, was she still commando? Curiosity got the better of me, I just had to know. Reaching down I slid my hands up the back of her skirt, and bingo!, I encountered bare bum cheeks. She was still sans panties. I pinched her bum, making her giggle. Reaching round, I placed my hand on her mound and tickled her still damp lower lips. She let me get away with it for half a minute or so, then swatted my hand away. She gave me a final kiss on my lips and said “No more now Titus. Next time, both of us, eh! Now go!”. She was right, I had to go, before my motor started up again. Over the next few weeks, we found ourselves in that very familiar rut. We both wanted desperately to be intimate, but with her living in the family home and me in a crowded barrack block, we had no comfortable venues for it. We had a couple of repeat performances in her bedroom, but there were always other family members present, so Sally would not go all the way. Neither would she entertain a quick shag in a dark corner somewhere, and I had to respect that. Then opportunity knocked in an unexpected way. Sally was not working and her savings were dwindling and needed topping up. The festive party season was upon us, and she let it be known that she was available to babysit/childmind for party goers. She immediately got several bookings and mostly got the okay to ‘bring her boyfriend to keep her company’ when she asked, even though the householders must have known what we would use their couches for. (That’s undoubtedly why some refused permission. We often forgot our elders were young and horny once too.) Our first joint session was in officer country. The home of a youngish junior RAF officer, with a three year old child. They were going to a formal mess function in the officers mess, and were not expected to be home until the early hours. When we arrived, junior had long since been in bed and asleep. They rarely woke during the night we were told, so our task was really just to be a responsible presence (???) in case of emergency. As they left, ‘Sir’ turned and gave me ‘the look’, saying ‘I’ve got your number son, not in my house you don’t’. But tough mate, we would. At first, we were captivated by a relative novelty, a television. There was only a very limited service in Cyprus in 1975 and, of course, the vast majority of programming was in Greek. Hence most people didn’t bother with having a TV. There were however a few English language or dubbed offerings. We got lucky and an English film was on, which we watched as we munched the supper we had been left. There was a couple of bottles of Keo in the fridge, next to our food. We weren’t certain if they were left for us, but we drank them anyway. When the film finished, Sally went upstairs to use the bathroom and do a room check on our charge. I used the downstairs facilities and returned to the couch. Sal returned and reported all was quiet upstairs, the kid was fast asleep. She curled up beside me on the settee, with her head in my lap. I idly draped my arm across her body and grasped her upper arm. The TV program had changed to a Greek soap opera which, even with the English subtitles, was incomprehensible. I soon got bored trying to decipher the family dramas being enacted in story on the screen. It was time to get the ball rolling anyway. Sally was wearing a stretchy long sleeve top, under a knitted waistcoat and her denim skirt again. I moved my hand from her arm, to caress the side of her left breast; and felt no bra. I knew for a fact she had been wearing one at the start of the evening, as I’d felt the strap as my arm was around her as we walked to the house. She must have divested herself of it when she used the bathroom. I groped more of her boob to be sure. She grinned up at me and told me it was now in her bag, in the hall, with her knickers. A quick flip up of her skirt by me confirmed this, though she slapped my hand and pulled the hem back down again. She rolled onto her back, head still in my lap bringing both of her tits within my grasp. I reached down with both hands and rubbed my palms over them, feeling the nipples stiffen and become visible through the material of her top, inviting me to roll them between my thumbs and forefingers, getting a audible groan from her. Reaching down I pulled at her upper garments and she sat upright, allowing me to remove both the waistcoat and top, exposing her glorious, pink tipped breasts to me, which I continued to tease as we roughly kissed and explored each others mouths. Shifting her position again, Sally was able to unfasten and unzip my jeans, and like she had, I lifted to allow her to remove them, along with my underpants. I removed my own shirt too leaving me fully naked with her for the first time. My cock was already standing proud, when she started to pull me, whilst cupping and gently squeezing my bollocks with her other hand. As was my, perhaps selfish, norm, I would let her wank me to a climax, in the hope of subsequently holding out longer when, if indeed I did, finally get to penetrate her. It was not totally one sided though, as the lack of knickers gave me easy access to her vulva, and I was able to masturbate her too. After several minutes of this mutual stimulation, her convulsing thighs and frantic panting told me she had reached a small orgasm, tipping me over the edge too. I warned her I was about to cum, and she placed her second hand over the head of my penis, to prevent me shooting on the furniture. My spunk instead covered her palm and dripped onto my groin, matting in my pubic hair. After a few minutes to catch our breaths, Sally dashed to the downstairs bog, tits bouncing freely, to wash my seed off and bought me back some tissue to clean myself up with. I wondered for a moment if that was going to be it, but before rejoining me on the couch, she stood before me, unfastened her skirt and let it drop to the floor. She too now was fully nude for the first time before me. She looked magnificent. her figure was really womanly. Heavy pink crowned breasts, narrowing to a flat midriff, before widening again to broad hips and large, but not fat, thighs. I gestured for her to turn around, to which she did an exaggerated pirouette, with arms held over her head, ballerina style, all the time giggling at what she was doing. The rear view was as enticing as the front, but when she was facing me again, my gaze locked onto her crotch. Below her dark pubic bush, her body lips were prominently displayed, pink and inflamed from my earlier touch. They were parted slightly, exposing the damp rose coloured labia within. I had to taste her again. From my seat on the couch, her sex was level with my face, so grasping her bum cheeks, I drew her towards me. I extended my tongue, and licked her slit from bottom to top, ending with my lips clamped over her clitoris. She growled and hissed like a cornered mountain lion as I started to circle her clit with my tongue and occasionally moved down to thrust it as far as I could into her vagina. She held my head, keeping my face firmly planted on her vulva and thrust her hips forward to further the contact. After several more minutes of my licking and sucking, her legs again started to tremble, as another orgasm spread throughout her body. Two for two. Unusually for me, I was on a winning streak tonight. When her senses returned, Sally flopped onto the sofa again kissing and licking all around my mouth, apparently tasting her own secretions on my face. I found that really arousing, and my semi hardened to full mast, ready for its next round. The time had come for the much awaited consummation of our fledgling relationship. I retrieved my trousers from the floor and fumbled in the pocket for the Durex packet. When Sal saw this, she told me there was no need. Apparently UK law had changed sometime the previous year (1974) to allow single girls, over 18, to be prescribed The Pill, purely for contraception, not only for medical need, as was the case before that. Being sexually active (no surprise to me there), she had signed up straight away. Okay, new territory for me here. This would be my first ‘bareback’ bang. My heart fluttered a little at the prospect and for some reason I suddenly felt very nervous too. All sorts of stupid shit went through my mind. Was the pill really safe. Had she remembered to take hers that day. What if…what if…what if! For fuck sake Titus, grow up a voice told me. It’s safer than rubbers, which break and slip off easily. And you can trust her to use it as directed, it’s her that would get pregnant otherwise, not you. Just grow the fuck up and fuck the girl, like she wants. Suitably chastised, by myself, I moved towards Sally. She had placed my folded shirt under her bum, to catch any leakage I guess, and positioned herself leaning back on the couch, with her open thighs right at the edge of the seat cushion, ready to take me in. Positioning my self between her legs, I leaned over her and advanced my aching penis to her opening, missing with the first shot. Sally took hold of me and guided me into her, then gently pulled me down, causing me to slide fully into her, still soaking wet, interior.  I don’t care what anyone says to the contrary. You CAN tell the difference between wearing a condom and not. That first feeling of a tight, wet, hot vagina, gripping my unsheathed penis was beyond anything I could have imagined. Some also say a woman’s mouth is an equal sensation. Nah! As wonderful as the oral act can be, there is, in my view, no real comparison. Anyway, once I’d overcome the initial splendour of raw vaginal penetration, I started to move my cock in and out, and my motion was reciprocated. Our rhythm synchronised and the tempo slowly increased, as we fucked away. Despite my earlier emission, I knew I was not going to last long. Sally, it seemed, was still on the edge from the earlier cunnilingus, and I felt her twitch several times, with accompanying gasps and groans. She admitted later it was not full-blown orgasms, but was very pleasurable, none the less. I held out as long as I could, but reached the point of no return. I warned Sally I was about to cum, to give her the opportunity to tell me to pull out, but she held my arse more firmly, and thrust her hips up at me even harder. With that, I ejaculated copiously, directly into a vagina for the first time in my life. The feel of my squirts triggered another ripple of pleasure in Sally too, judging by her groans and trembling thighs. I kept thrusting as long as I could, to allow her to get all she could out of the encounter. Spent, I finally stopped my pumping, and collapsed into Sally’s arms. Quickly she pushed me off of her, cupped her hand over her vagina and dashed to the cloakroom again. Some minutes later, she returned to the lounge, this time wearing her knickers, retrieved from her bag, but still topless. To catch any seepage she told me. She was so practically minded, and practiced perhaps. After half an hour or so of just hugging, gently touching and caressing each other, lost in our own thoughts (I hoped hers were as positive as mine), Sally suggested we should get dressed, just in case! It seemed a sound idea to me. Pulling my shirt back on, I noted a large damp patch on one side of it. I sincerely hoped it would dry sufficiently not to be noticeable when sir and his wife returned. Hopefully they would be too pissed and horny to worry, even if it was. When fully dressed, Sal went to check on junior again. Still fast asleep and breathing deeply, thankfully. She then went to the kitchen and made us each a coffee, and we settled down to await their return, occasionally stealing a quick kiss or gentle touch, to let the other know we were still there. At more or less the notified time. The householders came home. They were indeed very merry, but not falling down drunk. I was certain the room stank of our sex, but no comment was made, even if it registered. I excused myself to the cloakroom, for ‘one for the road’, and also to dispose of my soiled tissue, which I’d just found on the floor beside the couch, while Sally concluded her financial transaction (bless her, she offered me a cut of the fee for ‘helping her’, but of course I declined.) As I walked her home, I desperately wanted to tell her that tonight had been the best sex I’d ever had, but did not know if that would have been a crass move, so remained stumm. We didn’t linger at the door that night. It was very late and there was no need for furtive fumbling, so we just said our goodbyes and I left to walk back to my block. Sitting on babies provided our primary sex venue over that next couple of months. The festive season in particular was particularly fruitful. It was also a good earner for Sally, enabling her to recharge her coffers a bit. The downside, if there actually was one, was that it meant I had to forsake several functions of my own, that I had expected to attend. But when you consider the choices were, fuck Sally or get pissed with the blokes, there was really no contest. We saw in the new year (1976) naked, in a bath together, after a particularly satisfying sex session, in someone else’s home. Sally’s idea of course. We would still supplement our needs, with mutual masturbation and oral, in Sally’s bedroom between childminding tasks, or when I was refused permission to join her by the child’s parents. It did happen, and Sally would not entertain my ‘sneaking in’ on those occasions. We never did fuck in her own house. It sometimes baffled me that she would not do the dirty there, with her own family members in (even if mum and dad were out and only her sisters were home), but she was perfectly happy to get naked and fuck my brains out, on other people’s couches, with their kids not a million miles away? February would see my 20th birthday, and the onus was on me to mark this milestone by funding a disco and curry supper in the unit social club. I told Sally about this, and asked if she thought it might be a good idea to also make the event fancy dress, playfully suggesting we could go as Adam and Eve. She fell silent. I immediately knew something was up; normally she would slap me for a risqué suggestion like that. After a bit of prompting she opened up. She reminded me that part of her plan was to use Cyprus as a base to do some gap year travelling. She had now confirmed plans with a UK based former school friend, to take in several destinations over a three month period. They were to start in Egypt, where they would meet up and head out from there. She would be leaving before my birthday. I was really pissed off that she had kept these arrangements from me til now. She claimed that she was leaving it until nearer the day, so as not to spoil what time we had left together. I had inadvertently fucked that idea up. Sally said she wanted things to carry on, as if she had said nothing, until she left, that she wouldn’t be gone for ever. But I pointed out that if her plan was to travel more extensively, she’d be off again soon. Then when her gap year was over, she’d be off to uni, where she would indeed be gone forever, as far as I was concerned. No, much as I loved her and loved having sex with her, I could not pretend that everything was hunky dory and just plough on. I had known that she would be leaving Cyprus in the autumn, but was not prepared for this, right now. I told her I needed time to think things through, I’d talk to her the following day, and left without our customary embrace and kiss. I went straight to the bar and got thoroughly pissed. Come the cold light of the following day, hangover notwithstanding, I had made my decision. I was going to dump Sally. That would be another new first for me, one I never thought would happen. I met up with her later, as arranged, and laid my cards on the table. Yes, I’d developed strong feelings for her and was devastated she was going away without me. If we hung it out until the bitter end it would be purely for the sake of sex. And as fantastic as that was, it was not really a good idea, it would just be mechanical fucking. In my opinion it would be easier on us both if we just ended things there. (I know what you’re thinking…mechanical fucking is good fucking too, you may be right.) She cried, I teared up and my resolve nearly cracked. But I stood firm. I had no previous experience of being the ‘dumper’ and didn’t know how to do it. So I simply hugged her tightly for half a minute, kissed her on the cheek, turned and walked away, not looking back. A shit way to dump someone? Probably, but what is a good way? I was like the proverbial bear with a sore head for the next few weeks. I drank far too much. Hit the strip clubs too often. Even considered another trip to that premises off Heroes Square, but knew that was just rebound lust, and forgot that stupid idea. I purposely avoided putting myself in situations where I might meet Sally, until I knew for sure she had left on her travels. Despite what had happened, I could not hate Sally. We’d had great fun and great sex together, and in retrospect, I think I probably had actually fallen in love with her. But we were both still young, and life must go on (well, until you’re told by your doctor it won’t go on much longer, at least!). I truly hoped she would have fantastic experiences, and perhaps fantastic sex too, on her travels and fulfil her ambition to become a doctor. They say “When one door closes, another door opens.” It was starting to feel like I only ever got the doors slam in my face. But for once, for me, f, that saying would be true. I just had to wait a few more weeks until…well that’s another sexual story, for the next part.

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